T h e - S h o w e r
“Good morning, Mr. Chasez,” said a cheery female voice. She was way too perky for this time of day. “This is your wake-up call.”
“Uh-huh” he moaned into the phone. Through his barely open eyelids he read the clock and realized “this time of day” was almost lunch time for most people. But his body was exhausted and sore. He seemed unable to move.
“Mr. Chasez?” the sweet voice said happily.
“Could you call back in 10 minutes?” he mumbled. He guided the receiver back onto its perch above the phone without waiting for a response. He buried his face into his pillow, trying to shield his eyes from the morning light prying its way into his hotel room. He lay there for several minutes, stubbornly trying to force his mind and body to return to blissful unawareness. The harder he tried, the more awake he was. He felt like cursing his inability to calm his mind, but instead he moaned his annoyance to himself and emerged from his warm cocoon of blankets. He shuffled disjointedly across the berber carpet, yawning so hard he had to catch his balance in the door frame as he approached the bathroom. He tried to curse again when his feet touched the cold tile of the bathroom, but he only managed to say “dap-fam… cold”.
At the sink he splashed some water onto his face and rapidly brushed his teeth. He laughed to himself as he watched his lean frame shake ridiculously as he scrubbed his mouth, standing there in nothing but a pair of heather gray boxer briefs. He turned to the right, facing the shower, so he could see his backside in the mirror opposite the sink. He was a little disappointed that his butt was too skinny to shake with the rest of his body. The door the mirror was attached to was standing very slightly ajar. As he bent over to rinse his mouth he wondered whose brilliant idea it was to put a closet in the bathroom. But this was a very old hotel and the closet had probably been here before there was running water. He promptly forgot about the closet when his hand reached to the wall to his left and found no towel.
“Damn it,” he sighed, standing, as cold water dripped from his chin to his chest. Then his phone rang again. Well, at least it was convenient this time. He would ask for more towels. He stepped quickly to the phone and picked it up.
“Good morning, Mr. Chasez,” said the voice. She sounded sexy. An involuntary smile spread across his lips as he tried to picture the girl who belonged to that sweet, perky, sexy voice. “This is your second wake-up call.”
“Okay. I’m awake. Thank you.” He tried to sound grateful for her trouble.
“You’re welcome,” she said cheerily before hanging up.
“Mmm…” he growled softly to himself, wishing she had said his name again. “You’re welcome, Mr. Chasez…” he said softly, mimicking her lilting, sensual voice, as he went to the shower and turned on the hot water.
He pulled some old, comfortable jeans and a sweater his mother had given him about 3 years ago out of his suit case at the foot of the bed, the whole time imagining some Jessica Rabbit/Mena Suvari morph sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed. “Is there anything at all I can do for you, Mr. Chasez?” He smiled at the thought and went to check the temperature of the shower. He stripped off his underwear and slid the glass door back. He stepped into the steamy shower and closed the glass behind him.
The hot water felt good hitting his tired muscles. He placed his hands on either side of the shower head and leaned his face into the stinging hot stream of water. He sighed into the steam as his body warmed and relaxed. He found the bar of soap and worked it into a lather with a washcloth. He washed his chest and arms quickly and slowed a bit as he swirled the soapy cloth around his delicate genitals. The soft skin of his penis and balls had been neglected lately and the gentle stroking of the warm washcloth felt nice, like a tender massage. He washed the rest of his body quickly. He was feeling more awake now and he enjoyed the feel of the water hitting his body softly and trickling down his chest and legs. He rocked his body across the stream of water, rubbing the soap off himself from his shoulders to his thighs. He cupped a hand under his balls, allowing the water to bubble up under them, rinsing them clean. He gave them a rub to make sure the soap was gone, then he gave them another one because it felt good. He closed his eyes and breathed in the heavy warm air deeply as he absent-mindedly stroked his balls. His thumb brushed against his penis, making the pit of his stomach tingle and a quiet moan bubble up in his throat. That made him open his eyes and give his head a tiny shake. “Come on, C. Shower!” he whispered to himself.
He turned around and leaned his head back into the water. He sighed heavily at how good it felt for the water to work its way to his scalp, then trickle over his hair and ears and down his neck. He squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his hand then massaged it into his hair with his fingertips, wishing he had slightly longer nails. He thought of his stylist and how good if felt when she washed his hair in her little sink before she cut it. A guilty smile tugged at his lips as he pictured the way her breasts jiggled, only inches from his face, as he watched them through slitted eyelids. He had fantasized about watching them jiggle, naked, as she straddled and rode him right there in her salon chair.
His penis gave a weak tug with that thought and he again felt a hot tingling in his belly. As he rinsed the lather from his hair, he again wished for longer fingernails and suddenly his mind willed his Jessica/Mena/naughty cheerleader/innocent stylist into life. He combed his fingers through his hair slowly as he pictured her perfect breasts swaying in front of him as she rinsed him. He sighed softly as his head rolled forward and his fingers scratched his scalp slowly. His mind made them her fingers. “Does that feel good, Mr. Chasez?” his mind heard her say.
“Yes,” he said under a heavy, relaxed breath. His hands dropped to the back of his neck, then slowly over his shoulders, tracing the path of his imaginary companion’s touch. His hands slid slowly down his chest as his fingers tickled the sparse hair between his lean pectorals. Then his fingertips stroked their way down his belly lightly and slowly, causing his muscles to tighten and his breathing to become faster. He was taking his time, the way he wanted her to, but his dick was impatient. It was growing heavier and warmer and slowly leaning up. The fingers of his right hand paused their descent to stroke the thick hair beneath his navel while his left hand reached for the small, bubbly bar of soap. Warm water cascaded over his shoulders and down his chest and trickled over his hands and his penis, tantalizing his most sensitive skin. The feel of warmth and wetness snaking its way down his dick made it swell to its full length until it was straining as if to get away from him, tilting slightly upward.
He massaged the soap quickly between his hands, allowing a thick lather to build up in his palms. Warm and wet, he thought, like… The girl in his mind dropped gently to her knees, eager to please him. He thought of full, soft lips suddenly engulfing his hard-on as he wrapped his slippery fingers around his dick. He moaned softly as he tilted his head back into the stream of water. His right hand slipped slowly up his shaft, soothing its aching skin, and causing his mind to swim with pleasure. He put his left hand out, steadying himself against the tile wall, which was covered with slick condensed steam. His right hand traveled back down, each finger slipping over the ridge of his head and feeling its way back to his body, then immediately reversing course to give the tip of his dick a gentle, slippery squeeze again. His fingers began skidding back and forth expertly. The hot skin of his dick felt like a sheath of raw nerves and each soft stroke caused a pleasant quiver in the pit of his stomach.
The pads of his fingers skimmed the underside of his cock and glided over the sensitive bundle of skin under the head. JC breathed heavily through his open mouth, causing the thin veils of steam rising up in the shower to break up and swirl around his head. His brow furrowed over his closed eyes as he concentrated on pleasuring himself. The skin on his balls tingled as it tightened. His dick felt hot and heavy in his hand. It purred silently as he quickened his stroking. “Oh…” he sighed loudly as his jaw dropped even lower and his bottom lip began quivering. His left hand tried to grip the wall, but his fingers slipped helplessly against the wet tile. He bucked his pelvis slightly, matching the pace of his hand, causing the delicious warm, wet feelings emanating from his manhood to intensify. The constant gentle motion of his fingers on his dick had it throbbing and aching for release. The pit of his stomach was knotted from the feelings vibrating up through his body.
His mind conjured up the voice he’d heard on the phone. “Does that feel good, Mr. Chasez?” it asked him.
“Oh, God!” he shouted weakly, his face wearing a pained expression, as a sudden orgasm broke over his body. His abdomen contracted and pleasure shot through him. He held his breath and gripped his dick as it spasmed. It pulsed electrically causing him to gasp for breath. Then, almost as quickly as it had come, his orgasm waned, leaving his body feeling warm and relaxed. “Oh, God,” he said again, moaning contentedly, as he leaned his head against his left hand. He sighed heavily into the steam. He waited for the lingering vibrations pulsing gently from his balls through his belly to subside. He took another deep breath and squeezed his cock one last time, emptying it of any residual cum. Strength quickly returned to his muscles and clarity to his mind. He stood there for a moment, enjoying the hot water rushing over his body, then he faced the comforting stream and quickly rinsed himself and turned off the water.
His cell phone was ringing and he knew it was one of his band mates. He was running late. He dried and dressed hastily. His cell phone rang again as his hotel room door shut quietly behind him.
“’C! Where the hell are you?”
“I know! I’m on my way down now. I’ll be there in two minutes.” He stopped in his tracks as he clicked off his phone.
There hadn’t been any towels in the bathroom when he brushed his teeth. But they were there when he was done showering. Had they magically appeared while he was answering his wake-up call? He turned around quickly. About 40 feet behind him a hotel maid was escaping his door.
“Hey!” he called to her. She started, but didn’t look at him. Instead, she walked quickly away from the sound of his voice, her thin legs carrying her frantically away from the scene of her intrusion. His faced burned hot as he realized she’d been in the closet. His mind raced, wondering why she would be hiding there. She must have snuck in while he was sleeping to replenish the towels the night shift had forgotten to bring him. She would have been fired if the manager knew she went into a sleeping guest’s room. His face still red with embarrassment, he laughed nervously at the thought of a hotel maid watching him do something nobody had ever seen him do.
He tried to clear his mind of the thoughts racing through it as he rode the elevator down to join his friends. He wondered how much she had been able to see. He wondered what she looked like. All he had seen was her crisp white shirt and black skirt as she ran away from him. She had nice brown hair and shapely legs. He was checking out of this hotel in a couple hours. But he thought, laughing softly to himself, she would be there next time he showered.
“Would you like some clean towels, Mr. Chasez?…”
To ya'll sickos who read that and got horny, you are sick!!!!!!! Props to the writer of this, though I know not who it is. CERTAINLY NOT ME.
You should feel ashamed! Leave now!
