Chapter 22
As if by mutual signal, they abandoned that and stepped into each other’s arms. They hungrily sought each other’s mouth and tongue, while grinding their soap-covered bodies together.
The sound of the door opening and voices made them freeze where they stood. “Looks like somebody’s here,” they could hear one man say.
“Yep,” said another.
Tyler and Ward quickly pulled back, turned their backs to one another again, and began to rinse off the soap. Ward was trying as hard as he could to will his erection to subside. Unfortunately they had been so eager to get to their shower that neither had thought of grabbing a towel from the shelf across from the shower stall. That meant they would have to step out to get one.
Tyler was in better condition to get out of the shower. His cock was only semi-hard. He motioned to Ward to stay put and exited.
“Hey, Hank, Tim, how’s it going?” Tyler sounded stiff and unnatural—a ‘caught me with my hand in the cookie jar’ kind of voice.