Walking the Line - Part 5

Everyone in this story is 18+

The bathroom was filled with steam, the hot water splashing over my shoulders as I leaned against the tile wall. My hands pressed against the slick surface, and my mind drifted despite my best efforts. Images of Walker in the pool, his toned body glistening in the sunlight, filled my head. The way he laughed, carefree and effortless, played on repeat, and before I realized it, my body betrayed me.

My dick swelled, hard and aching, and I let out a frustrated sigh. Why couldn’t I just stop thinking about him? My hand drifted downward, hesitating for only a moment before I gave in, stroking myself slowly under the stream of water. My breath hitched as I thought about the way Walker looked at me earlier, his eyes locking with mine. The memory got me going, and I picked up the pace, biting down on my lip to stifle any sound.

Suddenly, the bathroom door I had stupidly forgotten to lock creaked open.

“Evan? You in here?” Walker’s voice cut through the sound of the shower, and I froze. My heart pounded in my chest as the shower curtain shifted slightly.

“What the hell?” I managed to choke out, fumbling to cover myself. The curtain only obscured so much, and Walker’s gaze flicked down before I could fully shield myself.

His smirk faded, replaced by a look of curiosity and something else I couldn’t place. “You’re hard,” he said bluntly, his voice low. “Two minutes after being in the pool with me. Is that just a coincidence?”

“Get out!” I snapped, my face burning as I tried to wrap a towel around myself. But Walker didn’t move. Instead, he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, watching me with an intensity that made my stomach twist.

“Ev, can we just talk? I’ve been trying to figure out what’s going on with you, and I’m not leaving until you tell me.”

“Nothing’s going on,” I lied, avoiding his gaze.

“Bullshit,” he said, stepping closer. “You’ve been acting weird ever since New Year’s. Can’t we just go back to how things were before?”

I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “Things can’t just go back to the way they were, Walker. You fucked me! I’m not just going to be a hole for you to relieve yourself in. We were supposed to be best friends.”

He blinked, his expression softening as he took in my words. “Is that what this is about?” he asked quietly. “I don’t see you as a hole, Evan. You’re my best friend.”

“It doesn’t feel that way,” I muttered, my voice cracking. “It just feels weird now. I’m not here just to please you.”

Walker’s lips curved into a slow smirk, and his eyes lit with something familiar. “Did you think I didn’t want to please you?” he asked, his voice dropping. “Do you want to fuck me too?”

“It’s not just that,” I stammered, my face flushing as I tried to make sense of my own feelings. The sound of the shower water hitting the tiles seemed to amplify my racing heartbeat.

Walker raised an eyebrow, his gaze dropping briefly before meeting mine again. His eyes sparkled as he tilted his head slightly. “Your dick just jolted peeking out of your hands,” he said with a soft laugh, the sound low and teasing. “Seems that is one reason.” He stepped closer, the warmth of his body noticable even through the humid air. His voice dropped as he added, “Let me please you too, Evs.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but no words came. Before I could fully process what was happening, Walker knelt in front of me. The warm water splashing over both of us, plastering his sun-kissed hair to his forehead. He didn’t bother taking off his swim trunks, the wet fabric clinging to his muscular thighs as his hands rested lightly on my hips. His lips against the tip of my cock, making my breath hitch, a sharp intake that seemed to echo in the small space.

He wasted no time and took me in deeper. His tongue moved with an eager rhythm, exploring as if learning how to please me with each motion. My hands found the back of his head almost instinctively, fingers tangling in his damp hair. I guided him gently, my body trembling with each flick of his tongue.

The steam filled the room, clouding the mirrors and blurring the edges of reality. My breath quickened, mixing with the sound of water and Walker’s subtle hums. My dick, pale compared to Walker and slightly curved upward, throbbed with each movement of his lips, the veins standing out prominently as his hands gripped my hips for balance. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

A high-pitched moan escaped my lips as I came hard, my entire body surging with pleasure. Walker didn’t pull back, swallowing almost every drop with an ease that left me both surprised and utterly overwhelmed. The water cascaded over us, washing away almost all traces of the moment. Yet, the faint white residue clinging to Walker’s lips stood as undeniable evidence of what had just happened.

“Not too bad, Evan, not to bad at all,” Walker grinned.

The sound of voices in the hallway jolted me back to reality. Our parents were back.

Walker stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as if nothing had happened. The water glistened on his toned chest and arms as he smirked, stepping past me to the other side of the shower.

“My turn to take a shower, then it’s your turn again,” he said casually, his voice laced with amusement.

I stared at him, still breathless and unsure what to say. “What?”

He glanced back over his shoulder, his grin widening. “I still owe you one,” he said, the words hanging in the humid air. “Your turn to you fuck me.”