...allway, then turned, and closed the door.
Bart started the shower, and jumped in. He quickly scrubbed the sticky squishee off of his shoulder before turning off the water. Soap in hand, he slowly and methodically lathered his wet body. Putting down the bar, he began to rub his soapy skin, enjoying his coat of suds. He stroked the insides of his thighs with one hand, and rubbed his buttocks with the other. This gentle action caused
his penis to slowly become aroused, erecting itself with the precision of a master architect.
He lightly teased his loose scrotum as his shaft reached its full length, savoring the sensation that lay somewhere between a tickle and a rub. He pinched at his awake nipples and grabbed at his boyish breasts as he sank to the bottom of the empty wet tub.
He watched the muscles of his yellow penis contract, and thrilled at the dollop of clear precum that oozed from its engorged head. Deciding he could wait no longer, he deftly gripped his shaft and slowly stroked it's 5 inch length. After a few gentle strokes, he felt his muscles begin to tense. He pulled his legs
toward him, and with his fingers traced the boundary of his sac to its base, and beyond until his middle finger found his puckered tan anus.
He circled his boy button, and ran his fingers up ...