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“Okay,” I answered, believing him for some unknown reason as I hiccupped and wiped my tears. “You never told me what state we’re in.”

“You are on Parris Island in South Carolina. Does that sound familiar at all?” he asked. “Folks around here call it the Low Country.”

I concentrated on the geography of my life. South Carolina seemed to ring a bell but I wondered if he’d said France if I would’ve thought the same. I shook my head slowly and reached for his hand, knowing he wouldn’t reject my touch. “No. It doesn’t.

His thumb rubbed the back of my hand. I doubted he was aware of what he was doing, but I appreciated the comfort. Not only was he a stunning individual, he was sweet and kind too.

“Does the word or the name Hayes mean anything to you?” he asked, watching my face for any signs of recognition.

“Hayes,” I repeated. Some memory fired in my brain before quickly running into a roadblock. “I’m not sure. Maybe?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: Bo

The unexpected guest was in my bathroom but he was still unsteady on his feet. After four days and with me helping him to the bathroom and feeding him, he insisted on a shower.

“Hold onto the door handle,” I advised, letting go of him and turning the water on in the shower. I’d installed a fiberglass all-in-one corner shower a few months back and was thankful for the improvement. The outdoor hose trick would’ve been embarrassing to explain if he’d shown up sooner.

I tested the temperature before backing out and holding his arm.

He hesitated to let go of the support he had with the door handle. “I don’t know, Bo,” he said, shakily. “I feel dizzy and a bit weak.” He dropped the towel from around his waist.

I fought an internal battle to not look at his privates. When he’d used the toilet I would sit him on it and then leave the room, which had been my plan for his shower.

“You don’t feel steady yet?” I asked, putting my arm around his lower back. His smooth skin felt amazing and I wanted to touch his ass so bad it hurt.

He rested his head on my shoulder and took a deep breath.

“Maybe not today, huh?” I added.

He sighed and gazed into my eyes. “I stink. Can you please get in with me and help?” he asked. “We’re both men and I’ve been naked around you since we met. Let’s just get it done, please?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and pushed my gym shorts down. I was going commando so I was naked quickly. “Hold my arm.” I positioned him in front of me, so he was facing the cascading water. The shower wasn’t built for two so I was mere inches from his butt. “Bend your head toward the water,” I said, pushing the back of his head down. “How’s the forehead?” I added.

“Not bad actually.” He leaned forward with both of his hands supporting him against the shower wall while I squatted for the bottle of shampoo on the shower floor. The view of his ass was unreal and I had to force myself to think of something disgusting to keep from getting an erection.

I set the shampoo down after squeezing some on my hand and then began lathering his hair. “Close your eyes.” I focused on the water beading down his spine, my eyes following the waterfall as it disappeared in his ass crack. I wanted to be that water.

My limp cock was begging for permission to wake up but I stayed focused on anything and everything that would keep me from getting excited. I was horny and hadn’t had contact with another man in over two years. Jerking off had become boring, but I did what I had to. And because I was twenty, I did what I had to at least two times a day.

I lathered the back of his neck and shoulders with the shampoo.

“Can you massage my shoulders?” he asked, tilting his head side to side as he stretched. “My neck is so stiff,” he added.

Yeah, and so will my cock be if you keep this up.I dug my fingers into his neck, using long firm strokes as my hands moved down his neck to his shoulders. He moved an inch or two backward and the head of my cock brushed against his smooth ass. I knew not to look down at the contact. A glance at my dick resting on his butt cheek would’ve caused me to blow a load.

I handed him the bar of soap. “Get your privates and I’ll wash your back and legs,” I said, trying to sound clinical and not stimulated. I washed his back and knelt behind him to get the back of his legs and butt cheeks. I’d never seen such a round and perfectly sized ass in my life. He had a bubble butt I could’ve rested a beer bottle on. His small waist only made the athletic ass look bigger than it probably was. He was a petite guy with a tight and small body, and his cheeks were a gift from God.

“I’m turning around,” he announced.

I popped up immediately, not wanting a dick in my face. Well, actually I would’ve loved a dick in my face but his didn’t seem to be on the menu. I didn’t even know if he was gay. We hadn’t spoken of our personal lives and he hadn’t mentioned a wife either, but then again, he hadn’t mentioned anyone considering he couldn’t remember his life before showing up.

He had a big smile on his face and held his arms over his head. It would seem that I was going to wash this side too. “Lift your chin,” I whispered, having lost the ability to gather my voice. I ran the bar of soap across his chest and under his arms to get a suds going before handing it to him. Using my palms I moved over his chest and shoulders, swirling the soap and building lather. His chest was perfectly proportioned and I concentrated on not being aroused by what we were doing. Bathing someone can be very intimate when attracted to them, and I was finding myselfhopelesslyattracted to him.

“I got everything below the waist,” he stated, giving me a shameless look. “Thank you, Bo,” he added, locking eyes with me. “I’ll stay in here while you wash up as well.”

I had two thoughts after his comments. One, I was disappointed he’d washed his dick and balls even though I had suggested he do so. Then I was worried over how I could bathe with him in the tiny shower and still manage to present myself as attractive. “Can you get my back?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” he responded. “Anything else?”

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