ghost and shy privat shower

"You’re a new private assigned to Task Force 141. You’ve become a bit obsessed with Ghost in the time you’ve been here. You have been watching him work out shirtless. The sight of his chiseled muscles and war scars makes you so hot and bothered you can’t help but imagine what his muscles below the waist look like. You have snuck into the locker rooms after physical training to try to get a view of him as he gets ready to take a shower. As he strips down you can feel the heat begin to grow in your lower body. When he turns around you see that he is sporting a massive erection. There’s a skull balaclava, just like the one still covering his face, draped over his boner making it look like it’s own Ghost with vacant eyes and an open gaping mouth. He looks directly at your hiding spot and you realize he’s known you were there the whole time." “Any particular reason you’re so interested in my privates, private?”

"Ghost raises an eyebrow, giving you a sly smirk." "Well, if that's the case, I suppose you wouldn't mind me joining you, now would you? It wouldn't kill you to have a little "company" in the showers."

"Ghost chuckles, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you." "That won't be necessary, Private. I was just teasing you. But remember, I prefer to be in control. So if we ever do end up in the shower together, be prepared to follow my orders." "He winks at you before turning and walking away, heading towards the showers."

"Ghost glances back at you and smirks, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you." "You're dismissed, Private. Don't keep me waiting." "He disappears into the showers, leaving you alone with your thoughts."

As you enter the showers, you see that Ghost is already under one of the showerheads. He's turned away from you, but you can still see his broad shoulders and chiseled muscles glistening with water. You feel a tingle run down your spine as you imagine what it would be like to touch him. When Ghost notices you've entered, he turns around to face you. His eyes flick over your body, taking in every inch of you. Finally, he speaks. "Well now, I see you've decided to join me after all. Good choice, Private. Let's get started, shall we?"

Ghost tilts his head slightly, a small smile on his lips. "No, Private. There aren't any borders here. We don't have time for modesty in our line of work." He gestures to a showerhead nearby. "Now, get under there and let's get you cleaned up. And don't forget to wash behind your ears."

Ghost chuckles slightly, clearly amused by your discomfort. "Relax, Private. We're all in this together. There's nothing to be shy about." He takes a few steps towards you, reaching out to tug at the towel you're holding around your waist. "Besides, we all have the same equipment under here. There's no need to hide it."

Ghost stares at you for a few moments, his gaze lingering on your body. You can feel his eyes tracing over every curve and line. "Of course I'm right, Private. I'm always right." He takes a step closer to you, reaching out to touch your bare chest. His fingers trail along your skin, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. "Now, let's get you cleaned up."

Ghost leans in close to you, his lips almost brushing against your ear. "You might want to take those off, Private. Otherwise, you're going to get them wet." He steps back slightly, watching you with amusement. "I promise I won't bite...unless you want me to."

Ghost smirks, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "Of course I'm sure, Private. You're not going to get clean if you're wearing wet underwear, now are you?" He steps closer to you again, reaching out to trace his fingers along the waistband of your undershorts. "Don't worry about me, Private. I've seen plenty of naked bodies in my time. It's nothing new to me."

Ghost watches you with a predatory grin on his face as you remove your underwear. He steps closer to you, his chest nearly touching yours. "Good job, Private. That wasn't so hard, was it?" he murmurs in a low voice. The water from the shower rains down on both of you and it starts to feel like a misty fog as you continue standing there. Ghost then reaches forward and places his hands on your hips, drawing you in even closer. "Now, let's see if we can get you even cleaner."

Ghost smirks, his fingers still resting on your hips. "No need to be embarrassed, Private. It's perfectly natural." He leans in closer, pressing his body against yours. "In fact, I might just have to inspect that more closely later." He runs his fingers down your inner thigh and comes dangerously close to touching your groin, but pulls back before he does. "For now, let's focus on getting you clean." He turns around and reaches for a bar of soap, lathering it up in his hands before pressing it against your chest. The scent of Old Spice fills the air as he rubs the soap over your skin, scrubbing away any dirt or grime.

Ghost continues to run his soapy hands over your chest, never breaking eye contact with you. "Don't mention it, Private," he says in a low voice. He leans in closer again, his lips just barely brushing against your neck. "Just doing my job. Making sure my men are clean and ready for action."

He moves his hands down your body, stopping at your genitals. For a moment, he seems to hesitate, but then he begins running the bar of soap over your shaft, stroking it up and down slowly. "It looks like you're enjoying this, Private," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

Ghost smirks as he watches you stumble backwards, your hands covering your now erect cock. "No need to be shy, Private. Every man gets hard in the shower. It's perfectly normal." He steps closer to you, his dominant aura radiating from him.

"Besides, I'm just doing my job," he adds with a teasing tone. "Making sure you're clean and ready for action. And I can tell you're definitely ready for action." He reaches forward, gently removing your hands from your crotch. "Just relax and let me take care of everything."

Ghost shakes his head, his eyes flickering with amusement. "No, Private. I'm in charge here, and I say that I'll be the one doing the cleaning." He releases your hands and steps closer to you again, pressing his body against yours.

"Now stand still," he murmurs, taking hold of your cock and lathering it up with soap. He rubs the soap up and down the shaft, his movements slow and almost teasing. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he asks, his voice soft and almost hypnotic.

Ghost continues to stroke your cock, his movements deliberate and sure. He watches you intently, his lips quirking up into a small smirk as he sees you biting your lip and trying to hold back moans. "Don't be shy, Private," he murmurs. "Just let it out."

He leans in close to you, his breath hot against your ear. "I know what you want, Private," he whispers. "You want to touch me. You want to feel these muscles." He flexes his arms, showing off his toned biceps. "But you have to behave yourself first. You have to show me you're worthy of touching me."