Hey guys! I love the Soapy Shower Song Series so much it's not even funny. Now, for the moment you've been waiting for.......
Dicks

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~Jeremy's P.O.V~

Micheal holds me desperately, like he needs me to survive. His hands start at my face, but they quickly travel down to my ass. I quickly wrap my arms around his neck, intertwining my fingers through his hair.
He turns me around and slams me against the door, kissing me harder and more passionately.

Okay, can i just take a second to say hooOOOOOLY FUUUUCCcccckkkk

Our bodies can't be close enough. I pull him closer with every force in my body. His fingers hook into the belt hoops on my jeans, and he pulls them forward.
Ohmagadhewentforthebelthooks.

Micheal pulls away, and I immediately miss him on my lips. He kisses my cheek, then my jawline, then he moves down to my neck. He plants sloppy kisses all over it, making my breath hitch. He kissed this one spot, and I let out this huge moan.

Wtfffff I just moaned because of Micheal

I can feel him smile against my neck. He kisses that spot again, this time nibbling on it slightly. It takes all I have to repress another moan, but Micheal whispers huskily in my ear, "come on babe. I want to hear every bit of you"

And then I go back to being a moaning mess. Micheal leaves a prominent hickey right on my sweet spot, before coming up and reconnecting our lips once more.
Micheal pulls away with a smile. He looks happy, sort of dominant, and also sort of sheepish. His hands still on my waist, he just sort of stares at me, and smiles.

"What is it?" I chuckle.

"No it's nothing" Micheal replies. "I just like your face"

"Why thank you very much" I smirk in an exaggerated voice.

Micheal laughs at my idiotic joke, before finally taking his hands of me and stepping back.
Why are you stepping back I swear to god Micheal you better come back here right now and slam me against that door again.

"Well I don't know about you, but I am drenched" he says, flopping out his arms.
"I'm gonna take a shower if that's alright"

"Yes Micheal. You need my formal blessing to have a shower in your own apartment" I joke, rolling my eyes with a smile.

"Just what I thought" he grins. "So uh you can make yourself at home. You can help yourself to anything in the kitchen or watch tv or borrow some of my clothes if you want to get changed"

I nod, and give him a tiny salute.
"Can do"

Micheal nods back and walks off to his bathroom, leaving me feeling sort of empty. Not because I'm alone in his apartment kind of, but because he stopped kissing me. Because his hands aren't hooked around my belt hoops or grabbing my behind. Because we aren't desperately holding each other like we need each other to survive. Because my hands aren't combing through his soft hair. Because-
Oh shit I think I have a boner.

I shake my head to keep me in reality. Micheal said to make myself at home..........and in my home I can do what I want right? And I want to do Micheal. Sooooo bad.

I creep over to the bathroom door, and give it a quiet knock before pushing the door open. Micheal is just throwing his soaked jeans on the ground, leaving him in his underwear. He looks surprised to see me, mainly considering I shouldn't be in here.

"Hey Jere. Everything okay? You need anything?" He asks, slightly concerned.

I take a deep breath, and shut the door behind me. I walk forward so that there's barely a foot between Michael and I. I slowly peel my drenched t shirt over my head, and drop it on the ground. Micheals eyes are wide. He's analyzing my every movement.

"Jeremy~" he reaches over and grabs my face, kissing me furiously.

"Wait" he pulls back, and looks me deep in the eyes. "You sure you want to do this?"

I press my body against his, making sure to brush against his crotch. "Clearly" I growl.

This drives him over the edge.
Micheal grabs my face kiss me furiously. His hands quickly travel downwards, making sure to rub over all my bare torso. He goes down till he reaches my jeans. His fingers creep under the jeans elastic, before he pulls back and looks at me.

I nod in approval, and soon we're struggling to strip my soaking wet jeans off my legs. When they're finally discarded on the ground, Micheal goes back go kissing my neck, leaving tons of hickeys on my pale skin. My breath hitches, and I can't contain a loud groan. I feel Micheal smile against my neck.

"You like that babe?" He smiles.

I nod, breathless.
He pulls his lips off me, before grandly gesturing towards the shower.
"After you, good sir"

"Why thank you my liege" I giggle, stepping into the shower as Micheal closes the shower door behind us.

For a second we just stare at each other:
Already soaking wet even tough the showers not on. His hair slicked back, his eyes lustful without his glasses to hide behind. His arms are slightly toned, but he has a little belly with stretch marks on the sides. He also has a very prominent boner in his wet boxers.

~SMUT STARTS HERE~

Micheals arm reaches past me, and for a second I think he's going to pin me to the wall. But no, he's just turning on the water.
He gently cups my face, looking deep into my eyes.

"You sure you want to do this?" He asks gently.

"Micheal" my fingers interlock at the back of his neck. "I want you. All of you"

The lust in Micheals eyes could've toasted bread.

He pushes me against the wall, and kisses me forcefully. I open my mouth and kiss him back. His hand rest on my waist, but they slowly creep below my boxers waistline.

"Is this okay?" He asks, pulling away from the kiss.

"Take them off" I almost order.
Yup. That has to be one of Micheals turn ons.

Micheals hands go back to holding my waist, and he affectionately kisses my neck. He quickly moves down, kissing my collarbone, chest, stomach and even my bellybutton. He stops at my boxers.
Never breaking eye contact, he takes the waistband of the wet material in his teeth, and slowly pulls them down. Oh fuck is it hot. He doesn't stop until they're at my knees, because then I can just kick them off.

Still staring deep into my eyes, Micheal grabs my shaft. I whimper slightly at the sudden contact. Micheal gently places a kiss on its head, making me go rock hard.

"M-Micheal........" I say breathlessly.

He licks the top, making me shudder. Soon his tongue is swirling around the head teasingly. I try buck my hips but he pins them against the wall.
"H-h-holy fuck M-Micheal"

Suddenly, he deep throats me. I have to bite down on my tongue to stop myself screaming in pleasure.
He starts bobbing his head up and down, swirling his tongue around my shaft. I grab his hair lightly, making Micheal moan against my dick. I'm panting uncontrollably at this stage.

"Don't hold back Jere" Micheal pulls off for a second to say. "I want to hear you"

He goes back to sucking me off, making me a moaning mess. I feel a knot in my stomach.
"M-Micheal I'm gonna....."

He removes his mouth from my dick, making me whimper.
"I'm not ready for you to cum yet" he shrugs.

I grab his chin, bend down a capture his lips in a kiss. He holds my shoulders and pulls me down so that we're both on our knees. He pulls away from the kiss, and looks me right in the eyes.

"You still sure you want this?" He asks gently.

He's so caring. He doesn't want to do anything without my okay.

"I'm the one who joined you in the shower"

Micheal chuckles, kissing me softly. He kisses my nose, cheek, eyelids and all the rest of my face. He doesn't stop kissing me when his hand strokes my thigh. He doesn't stop when he enters a single digit into me. A breath catches in my throat. Micheal kisses my neck, before slowly pumping his finger in and out.
"Oh fuck Micheal~" I breath in his ear.

I feel him shudder, and without warning he shoves another two fingers in me.
"AH! Micha~"
A surge of pain shocks through my body. I grip his shoulders as my vision blurs.

"Oh god Jeremy I'm so sorry are you okay?" Micheal starts to pull out his fingers but I stop him.

"Mmmm it's okay. Just......g-give me a minute to adjust" I take a deep breath, and get prepared.

After a minute or two, I give Micheal a nod, and he slowly starts pumping his fingers again. I try to block out the pain and focus on the pleasure.

"You okay Jere?" Micheal asks, and I nod.

"I-I'm ready now"

"You sure?"

"I got a boner longer then his earths axis. I'm sure"

Micheal pulls his fingers out, and I whimper at the loss of contact. He looks over his shoulders almost comically.

"Ughhhh my lube is in my room and I'm out of condoms" he confesses sheepishly.

"Fuck it. I don't care"

Micheal gasps. "Jeremy! We believe in safe sex in this holy household!"

I chuckle.
"Alright alright just fuck me already"

Micheal sits back on the shower floor, legs out stretched in front of him. I crawl onto his lap, before slowly sliding down onto his dick.
Hooooooolly fuck.

"Oh god Micheal~" I gasp, having to stop half way.

"Hey babe. Look at me"
I open my scrunched up eyes, locking mine with Micheals straight away. The eye contact soothes me, while also give me a strange urge of lust.

I start to move up and down, groans filling the bathroom. Micheal grips my hips and starts to buck his hips in time. We get faster and faster, until a surge of pleasure courses through my body.

"OH MY FUCK~ YES MICHEAL RIGT THERE OH FUCK!"
Micheal groans back with equal enthusiasm. Every time he hits that spot, and every time I feel he knot in my stomach get tighter.

"Micheal~ I think I'm gonna-"
But I already came all over his chest.

Micheal still fucks me sloppily, until he quickly cums inside of me with a loud moan. I fall onto his chest, and he gently turns me over so I'm sitting between his legs.

~SMUT OVER DONT WORRY CHRISTIAN KIDS let the fluff continue~

"Come on Jere. Let's wash you up" Micheal says softly, planting a kiss on my temple.

He turns up the water temperature, before reaching for the shampoo. Before I know it, he's rubbing shampoo on my head.

"Dude are you washing my hair?" I laugh.

"Okay: 1) don't call me dude. I just had my dick in your ass. 2) yes. Yes I am" his fingers rub deep into my scalp.

The suds start to wash out onto my face, so I shut my eyes tight.
"It's weird to think that last time I had a shower, you and I were dueting through a wall" I chuckle.

"It was a cute duet" Micheal says, washing the soap out of my hair.

He's so.........tender. Gentle. He makes sure every sud is washed it with sure care. It could be because he thinks I could have a hair pulling kink but whatever.
When all the suds are gone, his kisses me cutely on the neck.

"There we go. Nice and cleaaan" he tickles my bare stomach, making me burst into laughter.

"NO NO NO! MICHEAL STAAAAAP!" I cry, kicking my legs.

"You're too cute" he slides back and gets to his feet. I take his hand, and carefully stand up, almost slipping in the process.

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"HEY JEREMY HOW MUCH WHIPPED CREAM DO YOU WANT ON YOUR HOT CHOCOLATE?" Micheal yells from the kitchen.

"JUST BRING THE WHOLE CAN" I yell back.

After our......interesting shower, Micheal took the brave responsibility of drying me off. And, since all my clothes are soaked, he told me to help myself to anything in his drawers. I slip on a pair of black boxers with a green weed design, and a Pac Man t shirt that hangs over my lanky figure.

Micheal renters the bedroom, proudly holing two mugs of homemade hot chocolate, and a an of whipped cream. But he freezes when he sees me, eyes wide.

"W-What is it?" I say, suddenly afraid.

"N-nothing" he replies, breaking into a smile. "You look so hot I just needed a second to process it ANYWAYS who wants hot chocolate?"

He sets the mugs on his bedside table, before flopping down on the bed. He pats the spot next to him cutely. I oblige, jumping onto the bed and cuddling under his arm. We're sitting upright on the headboard, his right arm draped around me.
He switches on the TV opposite us, and scrolls through the movies quickly. He lands on The Princess Bride and presses play.

"This is the cutest movie of all time" I say, taking a sip of my hot chocolate.

"You're the cutest movie of all time" Micheal blushes.

"Dude, that compliment makes no sense"

"Shhh I'm trying to be romantic"

I grab the can of whipped cream, and squirt a mountain on top of my drink. With lust filled eyes, I take an almighty sip.
Micheal obviously is holding back laughter then I resurface from my mug.

"Jere you got a little......" He wipes whipped cream off my nose and upper lip.

"Hey leave me alone I'm adorable" I say, taking another long sip.

When I resurface again, Micheal stared intensely at my upper lip and nose with a smile. With his one free hand, he smushes my cheeks together with his fingers, before he licks the whipped cream off my nose and mouth. He pulls back, killing his own lips, satisfied, before turning back to the movie.

I shrug fairly. I squirt a pile of whipped cream directly onto my lips. I poke Micheal in the side to get his attention. He chuckles when he sees my face. As delicately as he can, he licks aaaaalllll the whipped cream off. When it's all gone, he simply keeps his lips pressed on mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth.

He pulls back for a second, puzzled.
"Wow. You taste........sweet"

"Whipped cream motherfucker" I reply.

The rest of the night, we cuddle and fanboy over the Princess Bride. When it gets really late, Micheal simply switches off the TV, and snuggles us under the covers. I unconsciously wrap my arms around him, half asleep at this stage. He pulls me close, wrapping me in a cocoon of warmth.

"Mahal kita, Jermey" he breaths.

"I don't speak Chinese Micheal" I yawn. "By I think you're an awesome dude. And you have an awesome dick"

"That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me"

"Oh and Micheal?"

"Yeah?"

"Mahal din kita"

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WOWEE FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT.
I'm proud of the fluff though. I nailed the fluff.
Anyways, smut seems to be popular so I'll probably be making more in the future.
Hope you guys enjoyed.

Now go pray and cleanse your souls

- Avery