Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2006 17:24:21 -0500
From: brian D. <sick1geclipse@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Italian Brothers part 2

Third part in the works, just want to leave you dangling, no pun intended
hehe.


The main bathroom in their house was a large one.  The door was in one
corner, the toilet in the opposite of the roughly 40 by 25 foot room.  Along
the opposite wall from where the door was sat a Jacuzzi tub, which appeared
to be what Greg had used.  The wall on the same side had a counter with two
sinks, and along the back wall was a stand-up shower only with an empty
corner.  Zach dropped his boxer briefs to the floor, leaving them where they
were, and approached the shower.  It was roughly four feet by four feet, and
it was set into the wall so that a small space in the corner was set back
four feet like the shower, but the wall met two of the sides, creating a
pocket in the corner.  It was surrounded with four panes of crystal clear
glass, no curtain or distorted privacy glass, that went straight from the
floor to the ceiling.  Zach often thought he was the only one that used it.
He set his deodorant down on the counter and opened the door, which was
simply one pane of glass that swung out, also floor to ceiling.  His cock
had begun to liven again after the confrontation with his brother, but he
longer worried about containing it.  He turned on the hot water first, then
turned on the cold a little at a time until it was just at the right
temperature.  He stood there under the hot water a few minutes, just
enjoying it run down his body.  His cock livened more, and he stroked it a
few times.  It grew to its full size- a decent seven and a half inches-but
was not yet at full mast, when he saw the bathroom door open from the corner
of his eye.  Greg walked in, his towel still around his waist.  "Forgot my
underwear," he said as he disappeared from view a few seconds, taking it off
the toilet seat where he'd left them.  "Do you mind asshole?!" Zach yelled
at him, trying to hide his forming erection, even though he wasn't too
concerned with hiding it since he had walked in on him.  He reappeared
again, his hands out from his sides, the green pair of boxers in one hand.
"You know you want it," Greg said, taking a step or two backwards as though
he were leaving.  "Then come in here so I can have it!" Zach said with a
smile on his face.  He turned around to grab some soap from the corner, but
when he turned back he noticed Greg was gone.  Then he noticed something
odd.  On the floor, right where he'd just been standing, was the towel and
the pair of boxers.  At that same moment, he felt a pair of hands along his
sides, just below his arms.  He turned around to Greg entering the shower,
slowly approaching him closer.  "What are you doing?" he asked.  He was
confused as all hell.  "Letting you have it."