Just Checking
It's wet inside.
I'm also wet.
Lewd sounding, isn't it?
Or perhaps you thought I've been doing plumbing and broken something?
Nope, you'd be wrong on both lewd and plumbing counts. Unless you count a zebra being in a hot shower as lewd.
There's no particularly special reason for the shower. I'm back in my own place and just taking my standard morning shower, pondering life as I wash away the apparent grime from the last 24 hours. You have no idea how filthy Britain is...
Sometimes taking your time in the shower is pleasant, especially when you don't have to consider a water bill too much. I turn about slightly and in doing so end up with the warm jets on my shoulder, it feels quite nice but I already rubbed there, don't need to go do it again.
I reach out for the bottle of shower gel on the little plastic corner shelf we all have in these en-suite rooms and pop the lid. It doesn't take much to get some of the green gel out and I start to lather it on, rubbing it through my chest and related fur before moving to the arms and armpits, making sure to scrub the pubic fur well. The smell of tea-tree and mint is carried up by the steam and drifts into my nostrils as I rub the lather in. I can't really help but relax a bit from this, it's just so good and feels so nice and clean!
After I've done my arms, pits and shoulders I steadily rub downwards again, over my stomach and waning pubic fur towards my legs and groin area. I then work the lather down onto my legs just shy of the bottom where the water rinses it off before it can be any use, before travelling back up and rubbing round my thick furred crotch and leathery sheath. I jump slightly feeling a slight jolt of pleasure which makes me look down...oh...right...I got a little too relaxed I guess.
It's easy to do, relax in the bath or shower and suddenly ending up with an unsheathed dick, a semi or even a full hard-on. I smile and shake my head, not today big guy, but since you're out anyway might as well rinse my hands and clean you off. I can't say that cleaning your sheath and dick is exactly a pleasurable experience but it's one I undertake daily. I'm certain it's possible to enjoy it but when you're not in the mood for that kind of thing one shouldn't force the issue.
Now that that's done with, I pause and prick my ears, remembering an ad campaign from a few months back featuring a celebrity horse of some kind in the shower. I really don't do so good with celebrity names and faces, I just don't care that much. Anyway, he was going on about getting relaxed in the shower and (with the help of some handy props) telling males to all check their gonads for any odd lumps and such.
While I'm young and at reasonably low risk of cancer, I do like to make sure the boys are in good health, showers are an ideal time to have a feel as everything is relaxed and your balls descend from your body to 'cool off'. I gently cup one of those boys and groan, now this part does feel good so long as you're gentle. You roll slightly between your fingers, just feeling for anything that is really 'off'. I've had to check a couple times when I felt my epididymis that what I was feeling was normal but yes, you will feel an odd lump (and it'll hurt) near the tubes that come out and carry the precious little swimmers with them. With one checked and feeling OK, I take hold of the other and pass it through as well. All clear too. This also does have the advantage that it gets you all nice and rubbed up clean too.
Sighing, I turn off the shower and drip dry for a minute or so, ebony length slowly retracting back into its proper place. I then open the door and climb out, starting to dry off from the top down. Once done, I look at myself in the mirror and smirk, wink and then giggle at how stupid I am. I do admire myself sometimes y'know? Not every day, but sometimes. I think back to checking my balls, didn't take too long huh? I can't help but wonder why nobody ever really talks about these things too much. I guess that was the point of the ad campaign.
Either way, I decide to take it upon myself to get all my male friends checking too.
Who knows? They might ask me for a prostate exam as well.