Finn fought to concentrate on what he was doing. Start at the traps, work down the delts, push in the lats (completely ignore the glutes), working up and down both sides. If he kept focusing on the muscle groups, thinking of them as nothing more than slabs of meat he was tenderizing, he found that, from time to time, he'd stop thinking about his drooling boner and the fact that those slabs of meat were attached to the hottest man he'd ever laid eyes (or hands) on.

Still, every time his mind wandered, Junko let out a moan or flexed the muscle Finn was rubbing, which snapped him quickly back to reality. There was a point where Finn though Junko may have been doing it on purpose, but that, of course, was impossible.

Junko was still standing under the spray of hot water, his head tilted back and his eyes closed, enjoying what his friend was doing to him. Finn was just about to start another repeat of his pattern by kneading down Junko's left arm when Junko turned to the left, grabbed the shower head with his right hand, lowered his head forward under the water, and sighed. This gave Finn a better angle to work down Junko's biceps, but all Finn could think was to make sure he didn't poke his buddy in the thigh.

Just as Finn thought he'd avoided disaster, his eyes took in the sight of Junko's huge cock and he swallowed hard. He couldn't help it – he followed the bluish-green treasure trail down the flowing water to where it thickened at the base of what was the most amazing uncut rod Finn had ever seen. It was glistening under the flowing water, just barely hiding those two low-hanging balls, and Finn could just see the pinkish head starting to peek out of the...

Wait a minute, Finn thought. He quickly looked up at Junko's face so he wouldn't get caught staring, but Junko was still lost in Finn's ministrations on his bicep. Finn looked closer and... there it was again! Junko's tool had twitched. In fact, as Finn watched, it began to... grow. The head was slowly but surely starting to slide out of the foreskin.

Finn's eyes grew wide. Could it be that Junko... was he... couldhe...?

As Finn's mind was racing, his hands stopped moving. Under the water, Junko opened his eyes to a slit and looked to his left. Finn was staring straight ahead at the shower wall, and had a most confused look on his face. Junko also noticed that Finn was distracted enough to have forgotten to try to hide his painfully obvious erection, so he took a moment to appreciate it. He smiled to himself – everything was going according to plan.

Junko let go of the shower head, turned the whole of his body to face Finn, and said, "That feels really great, buddy. Do you think you could work on my front now?"

Junko hadn't thought that Finn could get any paler, but somehow he managed it.