His heavy erection pressed against my buttocks while I slept; his kisses stayed on my neck. He morphed from one acquaintance to the next until we were four playful men stood naked in a gym’s large communal shower, fooling around like mates — nothing serious, nothing more.
Everyone could see what everyone else was doing, D.H. Lawrence’s words echoing: “the human body is meant to be seen, not all covered up."
He and I sought shower heads side by side, a private cocoon amidst the skin wave. What wasn’t strong, proud and free washed down our undulating bodies and swirled away.
Man, sweet.