@professor-atticus: [ shower ] your muse joining mine in the shower.
One of the luxuries that came with Jason’s private cabin was his own private shower. Granted, it was one of the outdoors variety on the back deck of the cabin, but it still proved useful when he wanted to shower in the morning before a workout. And it wasn’t usually cold outside when he did, so he didn’t have to worry about the unpleasant sensation of being chilly and wet at the same time.
After last nights festivities with Atticus, Jason was disappointed to wake up in his bed alone, hoping the older man would’ve still been there. But then his ears prick up enough to hear the familiar sound of running water outside the cabin, giving him a pretty good idea that he wasn’t as alone as he may have thought.
His suspicions were proven correct when he found Atticus under the spray of water, his gorgeous body looking just as good the night before, taking every last inch of the Aussie’s dick with impressive gusto...
“Morning, handsome,” says Jason, joining Atticus in the shower and greeting him with a chaste peck on the lips. “Was worried you’d skipped out on me after last night... I’m glad you’re still here,” he says, embracing the professor from behind, his growing erection settling between the other’s meaty ass like a hot dog inside a bun. “How you feeling now? Sore?”
