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Stanley’s penis was so alert that Mike swore that it was calling him closer, begging to be cleansed. Mike reached forward with his hand towel, prepared to scrub away, when Stanley’s hand came forward and stopped him.
                 
    “Don’t,” Stanley ordered. “There’s something special I have planned for that.”
     
    “Something special?” parroted Mike nervously.
                 
    “My turn,” Stanley responded, stealing the hand towel away while Mike was distracted by the somewhat horrifying words.
                 
    Unlike Mike, Stanley was not a hesitate “cleanser.” He was invasive and pleasurable all at once, going in all the places that Mike hadn’t even realized that he had. Stanley started at the hair, rubbing his expert fingers through Mike’s scalp with the soap, and then he used the towel to caress his face and lips. As he did so, Stanley put his now clean hand up to Mike’s lips and pressed his thumb against Mike’s bottom teeth.
                 
    “Suck it,” Stanley demanded quietly.
                 
    Nervously, Mike opened his mouth and took in Stanley’s finger. It tasted of water and of soap. He shut his eyes after a moment, using his tongue to maneuver over the nail and onto the semi-rough flesh. In due time, Stanley drew his thumb back out again, and it made a slight popping sound as he did so.
                 
    Stanley used his towel to rub all over Mike’s neck before he leaned forward and began to suck on the sensitive spot where the vein pounded beneath the skin. Having never had this done before, Mike squirmed and moaned with pleasure, which caused Stanley to only be more aggressive. Mike was so turned on now that he was practically panting. When Stanley drew away a few minutes later, Mike actually felt disappointed.
                 
    “Don’t worry,” Stanley teased, seeing the look on Mike’s face. “I have much more pleasurable spots to explore.”
    Now less nervous and more intrigued, he stood very still as the towel grazed his chest and caused bubbles to appear all over him. Stanley didn’t hesitate at all before taking one of Mike’s nipples into his mouth, nipping it gently enough that it did not hurt. Mike grasped the wall for support, saying, “I’m a guy. I don’t…Ugh.”
                 
    “Don’t what?” asked Stanley in a teasing tone again, looking up from Mike’s chest with a more-than-slightly-sinister grin upon his face. “You seem to be begging for more.”
    Mike begrudgingly admitted, “It does feel good.”
    After that, Stanley stopped using the hand towel and picked up the bottle of soap, dumping a large amount of it onto his hands. He rubbed them together and the water caused it to become a large, white, frothy mess. Mike watched curiously, wondering what Stanley was going to do next.
                 
    Stanley pressed himself close, sucking on Mike’s earlobe. As Mike went to grasp the wall for support again, Stanley stopped him and redirected his arms so that they would wrap around his neck. After that, Stanley took his sudsy hands and gently fondled the base of Mike’s shaft, moving upwards and touching him just enough to drive him insane. He only did this for a moment, but it was enough to have him holding onto Stanley’s neck for dear life.
                 
    “Don’t stop,” moaned Mike in response. He didn’t realize that there was a shrill, desperate tone to his voice. “Why are you stopping!?”
                 
    “You like that, huh?” asked Stanley huskily. “Now, I want you to hold very, very still. You probably aren’t going to enjoy this at first.”
             
    At this point, Mike was so horny that he would have accepted whatever it was that Stanley said, even if it was along the lines of “Let’s jump off a cliff together.” As Stanley moved his hands towards Mike’s