I watched Ben run back and forth on the tennis court, not really concerned about the progress of the match, just looking at him. His little white short, sweat-soaked white shirt, and white socks and shoes looked great against his Asian skin and black hair. When the game was over, I assumed things had gone well from his expression, and he confirmed this by telling me that he was certain to go on to the next level of elimination. He wanted to celebrate, and asked me to suggest how.

"You're all sweaty," I said, "and so am I from sitting in this heat. I want to go home and take you into the shower," I leaned closer, " and in there I want to run a washcloth over every inch of you, especially your cock, and you'll get hard and stick your prick inside me -- I'm already wet from watching you -- and you'll jam yourself into me again and again until both of us have come. Then we'll think about another celebration."

Surprised but very willing, Ben said, "OK. Let's hurry. Your description is making me horny."

I drove us to the house as fast as was legal and we were barely inside before we started stripping off each other's clothes. As soon as the water temperature was adjusted to both our liking, we jumped in and I made good on the promise to run that washcloth over every inch of him, rubbing his cock with it while he squirmed. Then when he was hard, I substituted my tongue for a while, until he seemed about to come. Then I let go, turned off the shower water, got out of the stall and then got down on my hands and knees on the little rug in the middle of the bathroom floor. Ben had looked a little confused at first, but with this he got the idea. He knelt behind me and plunged his cock into me and we rocked back and fort until he came and then I did. Then, we got up and finally dried off.

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