Page 69 of Dean

Without thinking, I push my way inside and see that the shower curtain rod is on the floor, water spraying everywhere. The floor will be drenched if we don’t turn off the water immediately, but before I can make my feet move, I see Avery standing stark naked in the middle of the tub, his hands clasped in front of his dick, his eyes wide.

“Shit. You okay?” I ask, stepping forward, but he stops me with an outstretched hand.

“Wait. No. Stay back. Oh god. Stay away!”

“Avery,” I begin, and he gasps, his fingers fumbling for purchase on the wall. “What happened? It’s okay. Tell me.”

“I was just…oh fuck.” He moans, his eyes closing, his chest heaving. His skin is flushed from head to toe, and I don’t know if he’s hurt. Did the rod hit him on the way down? What the hell happened?

“Avery,” I murmur. I can’t stay away. I move closer and closer until my hands are on his wet skin. Reaching behind him, I turn the water off, and Avery’s eyelids flutter open and that’s when I hear it.

A low vibration.

“Dean,” he whispers, his tongue flicking out and wetting his lips. “I’m sorry. I was just…I’m desperate. I’m only twenty-two and I’m…and I was…but now I…I can’t turn it off. It’s not turning off.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.Oh god.”

He arches back, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Can I help? Let me help,” I say.

“I’m…what if you see something you wish you never saw?”

“I promise that won’t happen, Avery.”

“Oh. Okay.” He nods his acceptance, so I gently spin him around, his face up against the wall, his ass out. And that’s when I see it, the bright blue plug. It sticks out from the globes of his pale, round ass. I can’t miss it. I can’t look away.

Sucking in a breath, I press against the small raised button, hoping to turn it off, but the vibration changes to something fast-paced and quick. Like he’s getting it fast and hard up against a wall.

Avery groans, his hips shifting forward. “Goddamnit, Dean! That didn’t fix it!”

“I know. I know. Let me try something else,” I say, feeling slightly frantic.

I press against it again, and this time the slow roll of vibrations makes Avery’s fingers curl against the wall.

“Oh shit. Yes. Right there. Yes. Right there. Oh, this feels too good. Oh fuck, this was worth the money.”

The sound of him moaning, coupled with the lean curves of his naked body is making my own dick perk up. Oh, who am I kidding? Everything about him is enticing and seeing him worked up, horny andneedy is only making me want to fix this. To fix what’s wrong. And maybe to get off at the same time.

I’m fucking horny for him.

“Let me hold it down. See if that works,” I suggest, leaning a little closer, my lips brushing against his cheek.

I press down on that small raised button and it does nothing but increase the intensity, making Avery cry out.

“Shit. Oh fuck! Dean! Oh fuck!”

“Damn, that didn’t work,” I say and then bend down to get a better look, my towel falling around my feet as I go. It doesn’t seem to matter at the moment. I just want to put him out of his misery.

Just get him off. Touch his dick.

“I just need to…let me pull it out,” I say instead.

“Good luck. It’s possessed,” he murmurs and then shifts his hips forward as I fall fully to my knees. That plump, ripe ass is right in front of my face. It’s a nice butt. Fuck. It’s real nice. Better than the porn stars I watched earlier.

His ass could solve world peace.

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