What Happened in the Shower on the Last Day of Vacation

Iván fell asleep again in my arms. There was something childlike about his face, that peace that only appears when someone feels safe. He was drop-dead gorgeous, and I could have spent hours just looking at him, stroking his hair, feeling his warm body and the thin layer of sweat the island heat left on his skin. I was in no hurry to get up.

Then a noise in the hallway caught my attention. It sounded like the bathroom door, and I figured Carla must already be awake. I carefully slipped free so I wouldn’t wake Iván, got to my feet, and walked barefoot through the apartment.

I pushed open the bathroom door and it wasn’t Carla.

It was Omar, completely naked, one hand braced against the wall and the other holding his cock as he took a long, unhurried piss. He turned when he heard me, still half asleep, but even then he didn’t lose anything. That broad ass, the defined pecs, the firm belly, all of it seasoned by his dark skin and those full lips that never quite stopped smiling.

—Good morning, bro —he said without moving—. I couldn’t hold it anymore. How are you doing?

—Good, good… —I answered—. I thought you were Carla.

—She’s sleeping. I wore her out.

—I can imagine. I heard you a while ago.

—Did it bother you? —he asked, raising an eyebrow.

—Not at all. If you made her happy, I’m delighted.

—I guess you and Iván did too, right?

—He’s an amazing guy. You’re lucky to know him.

—Same with Carla for you. —He turned off the faucet at the sink and looked me up and down—. I was about to get in the shower. Want in?

—Yeah, sure. It won’t do me any harm.

Omar turned the water on and stepped in. I pulled off my underwear, grabbed a clean towel from the shelf, and went in after him. The stream was already running over his dark body, and watching him massage his hair while the cool water slid down his shoulders was quite a sight. I stood there for a second in the doorway, watching, before stepping in.

—Come on in, Pablo. Come get wet —he said, making room for me.

—I’m coming.

The brush of our bodies was inevitable, and I loved feeling him close. I got under the showerhead and the water finished waking me up. Suddenly I felt Omar’s soapy hands running over my back, sliding down with a tenderness that didn’t match the size of those hands. He caressed my neck, my shoulders, my chest, my belly, and kept going down to my ass without any hurry.

—Damn, thanks, man —I murmured.

—Your turn.

He put some gel in my hands and turned around to offer me his back. It was my turn, and I took it like a prize. I ran my hands all over him, soaping him up, deliberately lingering on his cock and balls. I had him hard in seconds, I jerked him slowly with my slippery hand, kneaded his ass with both hands, until I could tell he couldn’t hold back any longer. I had played with fire, and Omar was far too hot a man to stay still.

His hands grabbed me and spun me against the tiles. I pressed my palms to the wall, as if they were about to frisk me. With one foot he spread my legs, then held my ass, squeezing it and giving me a couple of slaps that rang out over the water. His body pressed to mine. I felt his mouth on my neck, his tongue, and his hard-as-rock cock rubbing between my butt cheeks. I started panting without being able to stop myself.

—You’re filthy this morning, huh, Pablito? —he whispered, biting my ear.

—It’s you who got me going, seeing you standing there naked, pissing.

He slid his fingers between my cheeks and searched for my hole. He stroked it, massaged it, played with it while I moaned and pushed my hips back, asking for more. When he shoved two fingers in all at once, I twisted, yearning for his mouth, blissed out, as he worked them inside me over and over. But I didn’t want fingers. I wanted to feel all of him, his cock splitting me in two and his body crushing me against the wall.

—You want cock? —he asked—. You want me to give you the last fucking of summer?

—Yeah, man. Please.

I barely finished the sentence. I felt a sharp stab shoot up my spine and nearly made me scream. Omar had speared me in one thrust, without warning, and he stayed still for a moment so I could get used to it. Right away the pain turned into something else. He held my head against the tiles with one hand and started fucking me hard.

His body slammed me against the wall with each thrust. Pleasure and filthy desire flooded me completely. The hot water kept pouring over both of us, sliding between our skins, and the steam fogged up the tiles until the bathroom became a place with no time and no schedule. I started moaning shamelessly, asking for more, and he gave it to me. Sometimes he pulled his cock all the way out, grabbed it, and shoved it back in with a bang, and I could feel my legs shaking. I heard him sighing against my ear, panting, huffing, while his thrusts never let up for a second.

Every time he went all the way in, he ripped a different moan out of me, rougher, more surrendered. All I could do was hold myself against the wall and let him use me, feeling the pleasure rise from the center of my body all the way to the nape of my neck. None of that first-day modesty remained. There was no shame now, only desire, and desire didn’t care about goodbyes or planes.

—Like that, like that… give it to me, give me more —I panted.

—You like it? —he kept asking—. After how hard it was for me to fuck you the first day, and look at you now, begging for it.

—Don’t stop, don’t stop…

—I’m going to fill your ass up, just like I left your girl tonight.

I couldn’t take any more. My cock exploded without anyone touching it, just from the friction against the wall and Omar’s back-and-forth inside me. I came with a mad groan, writhing trapped between the tiles and that body. Omar was panting harder and harder, driving into me with power, until I felt him tremble. He let out a long growl and emptied himself inside me in several hot spasms that filled me completely.

We stayed still for a long while, pressed together, catching our breath. I could feel his chest rising and falling against my back, his cock still inside me slowly losing its hardness. He kissed my neck slowly, still breathing hard. He turned the water on again and we rinsed each other off amid caresses and teasing, laughing like two kids, before getting out and each wrapping ourselves in a towel.

—I’m going to miss you —he said.

—And I’m going to miss you too, handsome —I answered, laughing.

—This has all been a pleasure. I’m happy I got to meet you and Carla, and I’d like this not to end here.

—It won’t end. What we have goes beyond a summer fling. You’ll see, we’ll keep seeing each other.

Omar hugged me and we ate each other’s mouths for a couple of long minutes. I could tell he was emotional, and I was too. Then we left the bathroom. Carla was already in the kitchen, having breakfast.

—Good morning, love —she said to me.

—Good morning, darling.

—What a pounding Omar gave you, huh? —she let out with a smile.

—Well, I guess you heard us.

Omar came over, kissed her tenderly, and the three of us started having breakfast. A while later Iván appeared, tousled and smiling, handing out kisses and joining us at the table. It was nearly one o’clock and there wasn’t much time left, so we started packing our bags and cleaning up the apartment. Even so, we still managed one last swim in the warm Mediterranean water, a proper goodbye to those unforgettable vacations.

***

Omar and Iván’s flight left an hour before ours, but we went to the airport together. We said goodbye with emotion written all over us, and then Carla and I flew back home, to Málaga. For a few years everything worked wonderfully. Our sex had become much more open and naughty: threesomes, couples coming and going, but always with respect and affection between us, and never losing contact with her brother or with Omar.

Even so, life is capricious. Carla found someone who fulfilled her more than I did, and we decided to break up as a couple in the most amicable way possible. As friends we never split up, not even from the occasional sex when it came up. For their part, Iván and Omar also ended up going separate ways, without drama, and Iván moved to Málaga, close to his sister. The chemistry between us was still intact, and every time we ran into each other the sparks flew.

Iván and I are a couple now. In fact, we’re getting married. Things are going great for us: we love each other, we respect each other, and we still have our hot nights with whoever we feel like, because we’re open but we’re crystal clear about where love is.

You’re probably wondering about the rest. Well, every year we spend a week together in Sitges. Omar with Sara, his new partner; Carla with Rubén, hers; and Iván and me. What still ties us together? Well, Rubén, my ex’s boyfriend, is ripped and gorgeous, and was about as straight as they come… until he met me. With Omar it’s quick and dirty, and my life with Iván is a delight. So in the end, everyone’s happy and the story goes on wherever it’s meant to go.