Page 88 of The Boy from Half Moon

“You scared me!” I exclaimed, startled and dropping the bar of soap in my hand.

“Can I get in with you?” he asked, standing outside the shower, his hand holding the glass door ajar.

Luke was naked, his arms crossed protectively over his chest. Before I headed for the shower, I’d asked him whether he felt confident enough to join me. He declined. Despite an inherent shyness that would probably take months, perhaps years, to lose, he was all man as he stood facing me, and any bashfulness about being naked was nowhere in sight.

I could’ve diverted my eyes, but I decided not to. If Luke could stand in front of me with his dick on full display, I intended to check it out. We’d agreed that we were in a relationship a few hours earlier, and after a long discussion about my physical needs, while we ate food-truck food, he’d stated that he also wanted to have a physical relationship with me if we could take baby steps. Of course, I agreed enthusiastically.

I was under no illusions about whether Luke understood the entire relationship commitment thing. However, I was aware that courting, monogamous relationships, marriage, and a lifetime commitment were the backbones of his community. He understood the value of family and that in itself appealed to me.

“I’d like that,” I said, stepping under the spray, making space for him. “You’ll have to shampoo my hair for me,” I teased, doing my best to relieve any potential stress he might be feeling.

Luke had zero compunction with studying my nakedness. He started at my feet and slowly made his way up my body, spending a nice amount of time checking my cock out. The more he stared at my dick, the fuller it became. The unspoken words—the dance, so to speak—were also very exciting to me.

This would be an important step for Luke. We’d laid naked once before, him on top of me as we ground against each other until we both orgasmed. That was in the dark, a sheet covering us. This would be different.

Earlier in the dressing room was the actual first time I’d seen Luke completely exposed in front of me, and he was a vision then, but now, with shower mist collecting on his smooth skin, and bright lights accentuating his perfection… put a fork in me.

Luke’s eyes had yet to move from my cock, beginning to make me feel exposed, maybe even inadequate in comparison. I didn’t know what his experience with seeing other men nude had been. Had his abuser exposed himself? Had Luke been forced to do things with another man’s cock? Those questions and so many more occupied my mind while I focused on the now.

However, being the target of his staring caused my dick to stir and grow. I noticed his own filling out, while he unconsciously ran his tongue across his lower lip, biting down halfway across. He liked what he saw. The harder he focused, the bigger my cock grew.

“Your penis is growing bigger,” he pointed out, moving his eyes up to mine. It was only a second or two before his concentration shifted back to my full erection.

“You’re getting me excited,” I confessed. “Yours is erect, too.”

He didn’t look, but he gripped his cock while still staring at mine, his hand absentmindedly stroking back and forth. I wondered if he masturbated. A strange thought for sure, but still, had he been allowed to? Had he broken the rules, sinned, done that? He was a guy, after all. A delicious hunk of a guy who had needs, I hoped.

“Should I wash your hair?” he asked, inching forward.

I stepped out from under the spray, cupping my balls to see what he’d do. His eyes darted from my eyes and back to the hand I was massaging my balls with, and then back again. How should I handle this?

Thoughts my mother had expressed ran through my mind. You’ll need to talk him through any sex act, Tate. Ask what he might like to try. Explain what you’d like to do with him, not to him. Set the scene so there are no surprises that might bring up old trauma. Be patient.

He held his hand out for me to fill with shampoo. Once in his hand, I turned away from him and waited. Luke moved against me, his chest touching my shoulder blades, while his erect cock pressed against my lower back because he was nearly a half-a-foot taller than me.

I stood breathless with anticipation, waiting for him to touch me. And then his strong hands started at the top of my head, his fingers moving through my hair, massaging, and building lather. Once that was accomplished, he surprised me by bringing his fingers to my lower neck, pressing into my skin as he massaged my neck from behind, sensually tugging on my earlobes on the downstroke.

He gently reached around, tilting my head back as he stroked the front of my neck along my Adam’s apple, positioning the back of my head against his chest before digging into my flesh as I melted into his embrace.

“Relax,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath causing goosebumps along my shoulders. “Let me hold you as you relax against me.”

Luke’s voice, his strength, the surprise of his gentle manner, all of it, had me putty in his hands. “That feels amazing, Luke,” I said softly, never wanting the feeling to stop.

He had a sensual quality that I honestly hadn’t expected from him. The realization had me questioning what his experience level was. According to previous conversations, his understanding was limited to his abuse, yet now, with me, Luke was mature in his actions and incredibly stimulating.

“You’re so beautiful, Tate,” he whispered, nudging the back of my ear with his nose. “I want to do whatever makes you feel good.”

Now was as good a time as any to suggest what I wanted. “Please hold my cock,” I pleaded. “Do to my cock what you’re doing to my neck.”

His hands moved down my neck, caressing my chest as he went along, finally ending up on my nipples where he sculpted my pecs, squeezing them with his hands, forcing me back against him harder this time. He slowly moved across my stomach, outlining my abs as he made his way further down.

“Three, four, five, and six,” he whispered, nipping at my earlobe as he counted.

My breathing increased as my desire ran rampant, but Luke’s hand still hovered just above my raging erection, tracing my abs, while occasionally, and ever so slightly, moving a finger a bit closer as he teased me. He was better than I expected. No. That’s not a fair assessment. Luke was good. Quite good. And I was limp in his strength as he caressed my skin like he’d never felt skin before.

“Are you okay?” I asked, taking his pulse.

He positioned one of my hands behind my back, leading it to his cock, but saying absolutely nothing. Luke was a doer, not a talker. I liked that in a lover. Perhaps not having to face me as he explored my body helped him feel safe.

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