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direction, though he had to visit the closet a thousand times earlier that day to get everything spick and span. Grabbing a tub full of cleanser, he then returned to the bathroom and got a lot of hot water and a spare towel. Stanley was watching Mike’s naked body so intensely that it made him uncomfortable in a thousand different ways.
                 
    He got on his hands and knees and put his fingers into the hot, sudsy water. Stanley stood directly behind him as Mike began to clean up the white splatter in a simple swaying motion, his fingers moving in expert circles. As he looked up just once, slightly embarrassed by Stanley’s prying eyes, Mike saw that Stanley was once again getting excited, his eyes glistening brightly.
                 
    “You have no idea how alluring you look,” whispered Stanley. “I love it.”
                 
    Mike, who was dripping wet and now covered in suds, didn’t feel too alluring. His butt was in the air as he cleaned, and whenever he swiveled around to get a different part of the floor, Stanley was moving right alongside him. I think I got employed by a pervert, thought Mike darkly. But then, I’m playing along with his games.
                 
    After a few moments, Stanley approached him, grabbing him by his wrist and hauling him upwards. Mike looked at him in shock, wondering what came next. His experience with sex was minimal. In fact, he hadn’t even watched porn, unlike most of the people in his high school.
                 
    “My turn,” Stanley growled erotically. “Let’s go.”
                 
    “Eh!” said Mike loudly as he was half pulled towards the enormous bathroom down the hall.
                 
    They entered into it, and Stanley didn’t waste any time going through the preliminaries. Mike, who had been thrown into the shower stall that was far too big, turned around to watch as Stanley tugged down his black pants all the way and threw them to the side. After that, he shunted out of his white briefs and grinned.
                 
    Mike, who had never seen another naked body besides his own (and his father’s, but that had been an accident that he didn’t want to repeat), felt his eyes bulge. Though they were both about the same size, having Stanley coming towards him felt daunting and shocking. Stanley stepped into the shower stall and continued heading his way, putting two solid hands on Mike’s shoulders as he did so. After that, Stanley pulled Mike towards him with enough force to be passionate but not enough to hurt, pressing their lips together. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Stanley was an expert lover.
                 
    Slightly sloppily, Mike kissed him back, feeling their tongues intermingle powerfully. The showerhead released hot water above them, filling the scene with a mist. Stanley leaned down and grabbed the bottle of soap that Mike had been enjoying the smell of earlier and tossed it to him along with a hand towel that was now damp from the spray. Mike looked at them in surprise.
                 
    “Wash me,” Stanley ordered urgently. “You said you’d clean me, right?”
             
    Mike, eyes wide, poured some of the amber liquid on the towel and stepped forward semi-hesitantly. At first, as he pressed the towel that was now covered with suds against Stanley’s tan, slightly toned chest, his heart beat hard with nervousness. As Stanley kept his hands to himself, though, Mike began to gain some confidence and felt himself grow excited again as well. Stanley produced so much heat that it was like he was an electric heater. The hot water from the shower wasn’t even needed. 
                 
    After Mike had gotten used to it, washing Stanley from his chest to his neck to his muscular arms, he moved lower towards his legs. After that, though, there was an area that still remained dirty.