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The Broken Door
by Renpouinn
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Curious, I slid out of bed and tiptoed over to the bathroom. The door was broken, so all I had to do was push it a little bit. There was no curtain on Gohan's shower, so I could see him standing there under the spray of the hot water.
Oh my fucking God.
He had a hard on. It was standing up towards his navel, wet, pink, and had a gentle, beautiful curve.
He seemed to ignore it as he washed his hair and scrubbed his body. That is, he ignored it until he had to wash it. My heart was pounding and I was starting to sweat as I watched his hand move over his hard cock. He was definitely a grower. That thing looked huge and thick, even in the palm of his hand. I clenched my fists in my jeans, feeling myself get hot. I wondered what his erection felt like. I'd definitely need both hands to cover all of it.
Gohan braced himself against the tile of the shower and pressed his wet forehead to his forearm as he touched himself. His eyes were shut and I'm sure his mind was busy, so he didn't notice my voyeurism. Little fantasies popped up in my head, such as what if he's putting on a show for me? And what if he wants me to join him? I felt myself getting hard, too.
He didn't make a sound as he came, semen splashing on the tile. He was trembling a little, though, that much I could tell. What did Gohan fantasize about to make himself cum?
Oh my fucking God.
He had a hard on. It was standing up towards his navel, wet, pink, and had a gentle, beautiful curve.
He seemed to ignore it as he washed his hair and scrubbed his body. That is, he ignored it until he had to wash it. My heart was pounding and I was starting to sweat as I watched his hand move over his hard cock. He was definitely a grower. That thing looked huge and thick, even in the palm of his hand. I clenched my fists in my jeans, feeling myself get hot. I wondered what his erection felt like. I'd definitely need both hands to cover all of it.
Gohan braced himself against the tile of the shower and pressed his wet forehead to his forearm as he touched himself. His eyes were shut and I'm sure his mind was busy, so he didn't notice my voyeurism. Little fantasies popped up in my head, such as what if he's putting on a show for me? And what if he wants me to join him? I felt myself getting hard, too.
He didn't make a sound as he came, semen splashing on the tile. He was trembling a little, though, that much I could tell. What did Gohan fantasize about to make himself cum?
