Sudsy Fantasies

By JNN

Published on Mar 27, 2000

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Author's Note: Hi ppl! :) It's me Whitney, your friendly "short scenes" author. Well I wrote anudder story, short scene-esque in it's own way, but a bit different. I just felt like getting something out, and I think it turned out alright. So you have to tell me what you all think...I need the inspiration to keep writing this stuff! Alllllrighty, enjoy! JNN_Luva@email.com

P.S. This is a one part, one time thing. No sequals. :)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. It implies nothing about the people mentioned. If you are offended by stories describing homosexual activities, or are underage, please turn around and go to mtv.com or somethin'. :P

Sudsy Fantasies by JNN ***********

His bare feet padded down the hallway, making no noise whatsoever. He shivered as his bare chest soaked the cold early morning air. He walked faster towards the bathroom, eager to feel the warmth of the shower water run down for his too cold body. He found the door and turned the frozen knob till it clicked, and opened to the modest room within. He felt for the light switch on the wall instinctively, the darkness providing no assistance. The vanity lit up and he gazed at himself in the high mirror. Stubble to be shaven...hair to be combed...things he'd do after his shower. He pulled down his boxers, stepped out of them, and walked to the toilet. A long groan of relief left his lips as he emptied himself into the porcelain contraption. He finished, flushed, and headed to the shower.

He pulled back the curtain and fiddled with the hot and cold knobs until he'd found the perfect medium. He stepped into the enclosed area, and pulled the curtain shut. He sighed as the water surrounded him, wrapping him in a warm watery blanket. He reached for the shampoo, put a quarter sized glob into his hand, then ran that hand through his hair, the other joining to massage the liquid into his scalp. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling. He was finally beginning to wake up, no coffee for him. He rinsed the shampoo out, and repeated the entire process. He was always one to be leisurely in the shower, it was a rare occasion that he was able to relax as much as he did in here. After he had finally gotten the last remnants of shampoo out of his hair, he reached for the bar of soap that rested on the small shelf next to him. He wet it, then began to run it up and down his arms, moving it around his tight muscles until he was lathered completely. He did the same with the other arm then rinsed it all off. He repeated his movements with his calves and thighs, taking as much time as he wished. Then he moved the bar up to his chest, rubbing it along his hard abs and pecs. His nipples turned to rigid points as the bar passed over them. He moaned quietly. He hadn't any sort of sexual release for quite some time, why pass up a perfect opportunity for a little self love? He put the bar of soap back on it's shelf. He moved his hand to his nipples, pinching and twirling them until he made himself whimper in pleasure. He wrapped a hand around his rapidly swelling penis, moaning at his own touch. He began to fantasize about who he wish was touching him in such a private way. His thoughts turned to his ultimate dream people.

Aj McLean, with a muscled body and sexy dance moves Aj always made him weak in the knees. He thought about Aj's cock, long (at least 8 inches) and slightly skinny. It was 2 or so shades darker then the rest of his body, surrounded by wiry black hairs, a true Latin cock. He thought about how it would feel to wrap his lips around that masterpiece, swallowing it to the base until Aj's hot cum would spray down his throat. The man stroked his dick up and down in quick movements. His eyes were closed, and his free hand braced against the shower wall. He imagined Aj returning the favor, down on his knees; his sexy lips wrapped tight around the man's penis.

"Aj..." he whispered to the air in a small groan. He stopped movement on his dick and reached down to grasp his balls with one big hand. He pulled and massaged them, while his hips thrusted involuntarily forward, causing his penis to hang oddly out in front of his body. His thoughts turned to another young man, whom he often fantasized about.

Nick Carter, the pretty blonde with the mischievous blue eyes. He pictured Nick on his hands and knees before him, taking his hard cock into that tight asshole the man knew Nick possessed. He could almost hear the little boy whines and moans Nick would make. He thought about fucking the blonde until he begged him to go harder and faster. In reality he was pumping his cock with his fist, stretching the skin up and down the shaft as the sensations built in intensity. He groaned a deep rumble that resonated through the echo carrying bathroom.

"Nick...oh fuck yeah..." the man once again said the name of his dream lover, his mind lost in a world of pleasure. His head swirled as another image, another person popped into his mental vision.

Howard Dorough, flowing brown hair, broad shouldered, the body of someone who works out every chance he can get. His big puppy dog eyes and full soft lips made the man sigh happily. He saw Howie in his head, standing behind him, inserting his thick meat into the man's willing asshole. He longed to have Howie fuck him with that powerful body. Howie possessed a fire inside, that he knew was only brought out by sexual activity. He could hear the curse words Howie would say, some in Spanish, some in English, all calling the man nasty names that made him quiver. He knew Howie would fuck rough, and he couldn't be more pleased at the thought. He pulled his cock roughly, then began to fuck his fist, imagining the way his ass may clench around Howie's hard cock.. He groaned, knowing his release would be soon. The water was running down his body, the loud sound of water hitting tile partially drowning out his constant moans. Finally, as he neared the pinnacle, one more person surfaced from the pits of his subconscious.

Brian Littrell, a gorgeous smile, small tight body, and eyes that glowed as he spoke. The man felt slightly guilty for imagining Brian in any sexual way, but he couldn't help himself. He thought about a hot 69 position with Brian, his body laying across B-Rok's small frame, licking up and down his cock like it were a lolly pop. He could feel Brian's thin lips wrapped around the base of his cock, his tongue paying attention to the sole vein that protruded from his smooth dick. The man pinched the head of his cock, and pumped furiously now, his cum stirring his balls, just waiting to explode. He imagined Brian tonguing his asshole and finally, with a low grunt, began to shoot his hot cum all over the shower wall. His body shook with the force of his orgasm, as the white liquid squirted 1, 2, finally 5 times from his cock. He breathed heavily as he tried to calm himself and return his heartbeat to it's normal pulse. He put his face directly under the stream of water and closed his eyes. He'd needed that, and it was certainly enjoyable. After he felt he was steady enough again, he turned off the water and reached for his towel, hanging just outside the shower curtain. Without the noise of the shower, he realized the phone was ringing. He grabbed the towel quickly and rushed out of the bathroom, dripping on his hardwood floor. He reached the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Yo Kev, it's Aj. I'm at the gate, buzz me in," Aj said groggily into the speaker, Kevin could tell he hadn't woken up all the way yet.

"Oh, yeah sure. But I'm not really ready; actually, I'm kinda naked, and dripping all over my living room floor," Kevin replied.

"Shit man, you and those showers. Just let me in, and hurry up! Fatima'll have a fit if we aren't there by 6," Aj said.

Kevin hit the button to let Aj in and hung up the phone. He smiled a moment, thinking about "those showers". He sure did love those...

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