Hutch wrapped his arms around Starsky’s waist and half lifted
him into the bath tub. Hutch placed a sponge on the edge of the tub and eased
Starsky back so that his shoulder was immersed in the water.
Hutch waited for a while. “Feeling better?”
Starsky settled into the deep hot water and sighed. It felt good. His sore muscles
were already relaxing. “Mmm. How about giving me a massage?”
“Move forward a little.” Starsky did as he was told and Hutch slipped
into the tub behind him.
He started to knead Starsky’s shoulder, working his strong fingers into
the sore and knotted muscle. Starsky groaned.
Hutch continued to rub and stroke his partner’s smooth skin. He never
ceased to enjoy the feel of Starsky’s unexpectedly silky skin. He kissed
the nape of Starsky’s neck at the line where the dark curls ended. Starsky
shuddered and slightly.
Hutch could feel his cock hardening. He continued to massage and kiss Starsky’s
shoulder. The brunet reached up with his good arm and touched Hutch’s
face. Hutch’s erection grew a little more and Starsky could feel it pushing
against his butt.
“Hey buddy; are you looking for something down there?”
Hutch drew his breath sharply.
Starsky shifted his weight forward and Hutch found himself staring his muscular
back. The scars of an old injury on his shoulder seemed exaggerated by the heat
of the water. Hutch kissed them.
Starsky looked over his shoulder. “I’m ready when you are.”
He leaned forward and grabbed the faucets to steady himself. Hutch stared at
the vision before him. Starsky’s tight muscular buttocks were rising out
of the water. He wriggled them seductively and giggled.
“Well?”
Hutch slipped the sponge under the water to protect his kneecaps. He knelt behind
Starsky and slid his arms around his wonderfully hairy chest; Hutch ran his
hands along Starsky’s washboard-firm abdomen and pulled his partner back
to him.
His penis began to search the rosebud between Starsky’s buttocks and pushed
forward. Starsky moaned slightly and wriggled himself back against Hutch’s
pelvis. A dew-drop formed on the tip of Hutch’s cock and he knew from
experience that in a few seconds he would have enough moisture to lubricate
his entry.
“Go on.”
Hutch pushed again and slipped into Starsky’s waiting ass. He was rewarded
with a gasp.
He started to work his way deeper into Starsky and continued to caress
the soft silky chest curls as he did. Starsky began to arch against him. Hutch
plunged deeper and found his goal. His dick was throbbing as he pumped and Starsky
writhed with pleasure. “Hutch, I’m coming…hang on in there.”
“Hutch felt his own orgasm begin to explode through his penis. He pushed
one more and hit his target. Starsky gasped as he came and felt Hutch’s
hot flood fill him at the same time.
They were locked together in ecstasy, rocking and moaning in perfect harmony.
Hutch started to with draw and Starsky relaxed his grip on the faucets.
“How’s your shoulder?”
“What shoulder?”
“I guess it’s better then.”
“I guess it is.”
“Wanna go to bed?”
“Beats sleeping in the bath tub.”
They laughed and Hutch pulled the plug. They climbed out of the tub and watched
the last nine inches of water and semen disappear down the drain.