Braxton leaned over the tub, reaching inside with a crumpled piece of toilet paper. He wiped over the holes of the round silver drain cover, extracting some human hair, along with the remnants of his latest load of jism.
Some brown hair and white pearls of semen were on top, but a majority hung intertwined below the drain cover. With one hand, he wrapped most of the scum in the toilet tissue and then used his bare fingers to pinch-and-pull until the drain’s surrender was complete. He walked over to the toilet, tossing the captured treasure in. Hitting the water, the wad made a cupping noise.
Braxton sighed, stood square, and proceeded with his clean-out. His pisshole opened wide, releasing a deluge of urine. Instantly, a burning sensation in his urethra was present. Jerking off in the shower did this sort of thing. He wasn't certain if it was the soap getting inside or he was just stroking too aggressively. Either way, he rather enjoyed it. Braxton never got this pain after the many other ways he orgasmed, so this was always kind of special. A special pain.
Braxton hung his towel, grabbed his shower bag, and walked out into the hallway. His friend Marco nearly ran into him.
“Oops. Sorry. Door was open, so I let myself in." Marco said.
Marco was a fit young Italian guy from two doors down. He worked nights at Tops Bakery, making the next day’s bread. His wife, a paralegal at Jimms, Tale & Wesseley. Marco was of average height, with a swimmer’s build. Black hair and blue eyes. Full firm lips. Sicilian.
He was wearing black boots, tight bell-bottom jeans, and a denim shirt with the sleeves rolled high on his arms.