CHAPTER 21 POOL SHOWER
I had moved to a new part of London and to my joy discovered that there was a swimming pool just around the corner from my new place. Wanting to keep up my fitness, I signed up and was regularly swimming early mornings before work. The pool was much quieter in the morning as opposed to the evening when there was the post-work rush of swimmers. Also, as I am an early riser, it suited me just fine. I had been going a few weeks and got to recognise a few people as being regulars. There were a number of fit girls, but somewhat to my surprise it was a guy that was really catching my eye. By now I was 28 and was happily seeing a girl and had been for about 6 months. I had had fantasies about men and would every now and again watch a little gay porn, however this was the first time I would say that I was actually attracted to a guy.
This interest did not bother me in any way and I just accepted it as part of finding both the male and female body attractive. I made an effort not to keep looking at him, but over time I began to be aware that it was he that was staring at me. This filled me with excitement but also fear at not having any idea what I should so next. Do I smile, do I start talking to him? This indecision just meant I ended up doing nothing. That was until one day as I was leaving the shower and he was entering. He was a strong, muscular young guy and now out of his swim shorts. I tried not to stare, but could not help myself and got a good look at a cock fatter than most that and one that appeared to me as being half hard, right there in the shower. As he walked passed me, it swayed from side to side and if he was self-conscious he sure didn't act like it. I know of a lot of guys like to be looked at and will stand there in the spray of the shower to give all those that want to a good view. Without making any eye contact, I think he may have caught me, but I wasn't sure and I tried to look as uninterested as possible. However, the reality was that he and his cock were definitely making an impression on me
I had picked a stall that gave me a good view of the showers and slowly acted out like I was drying myself, keeping one eye firmly fixed in his direction. He turned to face the tap, turned on the shower and stepped into the spraying water. With his back to me I was able to properly take in the view, facing away from me as he soaped himself up. The edges of the room seemed to blur, fading into hazy clouds of steam as my mind wandered. His hard lean body glistened beneath the sheen of hot water cascading over his skin. He took the soap and vigorously ran it all over his body. It was so beautiful to see him rub it over his skin, and lather up. Then, the white soapsuds would rinse down and slither over his tanned, firm flesh, the contrast between the golden brown and the white was just beautiful. His naked backside was glorious and I felt my cock begin to stir as he brazenly displayed himself for me.
It was especially enjoyable to watch him soap up his arse. He just stuck the bar in between his cheeks as he parted them and rubbed. He bent over the rub the soap over his thighs, working his way down to his feet. As he did so his arse slightly opened and I could clearly see his balls hanging between his legs. He then stood upright bringing his hands back up to his arse and began to rub with his fingers the soap in to his crack. Dropping the soap, he held his cheeks apart and let the water run into his crack and wash the soapsuds away. I began to realise that this had to be for my benefit, that he knew I was watching. This wasn't someone simply cleaning themselves, it was too hot.
He stood under the shower for a very long time. Letting the water ran down his back and his ass. It was calming and relaxing. Finally, he turned the water off and turned toward me and I got a better look at his dick. When he came out of the shower, he headed toward my direction and as he got closer and closer I couldn't take my eyes off him and his cock. In my mind, it was pointing directly at me and as he came for his towel, passing close by, it actually looked bigger than before.
The changing room was empty except for the two of us and he took the stall opposite mine. My mind started to race. Was he presenting that gorgeous cock to me? Maybe he anticipated that I was a willing mouth that might give his cock a good suck, or maybe an arse to slip and slide in to? Fuck, where do these fantasies come from? Why am I thinking things like this? In the past I had imagined being with guys, but I never thought it affected me much. But, his cock did look hard and too extended, too long to just be a cock in repose. It stood up, too vital, too hot to be normal. I'd never been in this situation before, next to a complete stranger with a hard on. My heart raced. I was amazed that it was affecting me so much. I felt ashamed, embarrassed and SO excited all at once.
He turned his back to me and started to dry himself with his towel. I felt my cock start to grow and was shocked by the thoughts now flooding my mind. I wanted to kneel down right there and take his cock into my mouth. I wanted to creep up behind his ass and stick my tongue in his. I wanted to lick before anyone came in the changing room and interrupt us. All this flashed into my mind as he towelled near me. No wonder I was starting to get hard! I was shocked at my vivid imagination especially as I'd never had such strong urges for another male before. I'd never questioned my sexuality even though I had fantasised about sex with men, but never seriously considered it something I would actually do.
He looks over at me and motions me to join him. I get up, letting my towel drop to the floor and walk over to his stall. The young stud grabs me by the hair and pulls me into the booth, stares at me, then pulls my head to his crotch. He holds me there for a moment and then pulls my head toward his huge cock. I open my mouth and let the fat head slip over my lips and onto my tongue and eventually right into my mouth. My only desire is to give him the access he wants. I am forced down on one knee, my hands holding onto his slippery, wet thighs as he slides his cock further into my mouth and to the back of my throat. He holds me there for a few moments then pulls back and lets me breathe. I can hear his loud breathing, and look up at his youthful face.
"You fucking love my cock." He tells me.
I smile and reply by saying, "You've got a great arse too,"
Just like in a fantasy, he smiles, boldly turning to display his beautiful bare arse.
Without even thinking, I found myself grabbing and caressing his arse cheeks. He groaned as my lips pressed the firm, smooth globes of his ass. Leaning forward, he splayed his hands against the wall to support himself. Clasping his cheeks in my hands, I pulled them apart, spreading his tight crack to reveal his completely smooth crack with a perfect pink rosebud puckered sweetly in the center. Pushing my face eagerly between his hard cheeks, I lewdly kissed his smooth asshole.
It felt so dirty and forbidden, yet so erotic and delicious. Hungrily, my tongue licked and swirled over the tightly puckered muscle. He moaned as I felt his cheeks tighten and spasm beneath my grip. Then his hole opened to my exploration as he relaxed. My tongue slithered into the tight opening as I circled it briskly, feeling the soft skin inside his arse. More forcefully, I began to press and wiggle it deeper. I reached down between his thighs and began more massaging his thick, hot manhood. I felt his hand on mine, guiding my rhythm as I feasted wantonly in his open backside.
He pulls away and turns to face me, lifting me bodily. He then turns me away from him, pushing me against the wall of the cubicle and hugs me not with just his arms. His hug is tight and so strong, so intense, his whole body pressed hard against my back. I'd never experienced such physical passion, this masculinity thrilling me in a way I had never felt before in my life.
He starts to rock his hips back and forth. I feel his cock getting harder against my arse crack and the pace quicken. He is searching for my arsehole with his cock rubbing up and down my crack until it finally lodges in my pocket. He stops the thrusts and starts a gentle in and out probing of my man cunt. I am shocked by the rapid turn of events and absorbed by all the new sensations. Of having a cock pressing into my arsehole and at how wonderful it feels.
He whispers in my ear, "Yes. Take it. I want you."
He is forceful and yet friendly. I am convinced he is not out to rape or hurt me. Besides, it can't be a rape if I am willing... Anyway, am I being forced or seduced?
As his probing continues he hugs me, one hand around my cock and balls rubbing excitedly, while the other travels up and down my belly and chest. He spits on my hand and reaches under and rubs the saliva over his big cock head. He brings his hand up to my face and tells me to spit. I do so and he rubs that into my arsehole. Slick with saliva and pre-cum, he slowly presses in and I am taken by the feeling of cock entering me. Slightly painful at first but not unpleasant, I try to relax more and in doing so feel it slide more easily into me.
Being fucked by this man and at any moment being caught is so fucking hot!
"You've looked at it plenty, now take my cock up your arse like a real man, you fucker."
My arse feels stretched as he starts really fucking me hard, groaning he tells me
"Ever been fucked by a man?"
"No." I gasp in reply
"Well, I am going to make you a real man."
In my mind I was saying, yes, yes, even though I'd never felt this before.
He rests his chin on my shoulder, licking my neck and ear as he pants louder and moans, all the while his cock slowly pushes deeper and deeper in me. I feel as if I am being skewered with a silky,
rubbery hot probe. There is a noise and he stops, he cock planted deep in my arse and I feel a throb as he holds still. Whatever it was, it was not in the changing room and he resumes fucking. He now starts to slow fuck again and begins to build up the pace, panting, groaning,
He hugs me so hard I can hardly breathe as he lets out a stifled groan and bites me on the shoulder and neck. I feel his body harden and his thigh tighten against the back of my legs as his cock pumps his cum deep in me. My body heaves as he shudders and jerks. I also shudder with him as his body is locked around me.
I whisper to him, "I love it, I love your cock."
He is panting really loudly and keeps his arms locked around me. He continues to lick my neck and ear and then kisses my neck a few times. I turn my head to his mouth and we kiss. Still in me, I feel his cock start to soften, rubbery and slimy, in me. Then he falls out of my ass and slowly sits down panting.
He turns me around and pulls my cock to his mouth. His whole body is covered with sweat, a complete sheen over his hard muscled bod. He slowly starts to mouth and lick my cock until it is as hard as it can get. He opens wide getting most of my cock inside his mouth, sucking and running his tongue all over. He sucks harder on my cock, in a way that I never knew a suck could be - so great, so powerful. Nothing like any girl I had been with. I am being raped, but the best possible way. I try to push him back to make it last longer but he won't let me go, his suction is so hard and his tongue twirls my cock head so strongly and yet lovingly, that I have no choice but to just go with it. His eyes watch up at me almost pleading as if he is desperate to have my cum. I feel the head of my cock rubbing hard against the back of his throat. I feel his nose pressing into my pubic hair and to top it all off, he sticks his middle finger deep in my asshole and rubs it around just as I am about to reach climax. It was the strongest orgasm ever. He literally sucked the cum right out of my balls as I held on for dear life. I had never felt anything so urgent and thrilling in my whole life.
His big eyes continue to watch me as I coast down, my legs weak, quivery, then he drops my slobbered cock and pulls me onto his lap and just holds me, his head pressed to my chest.
There we were; two naked guys in a changing room and I could not have been happier. I had never felt such satisfaction. My whole body and mind was complete, satisfied, satiated, sore, limp and relaxed. It was lust heaven.
We sat there in each other's arms until we were both breathing normally than we kissed again. Two men kissing; It was unbelievable.
As we came back down to earth, we peered out from the cubicle and seeing that it was still empty, left and headed back to the showers. I followed him and we smiled a lot as we watched each other shower both with soft rubbery cocks.
"So, are you cool with this, I mean you're into me?" He asked.
"Well, yeah, sorta," I stammered.
"I just didn't expect things to go the way they did. I mean, I'm definitely not gay or anything... But this, ummm, seems pretty hot," I continued lamely.
"Haha, I'm not gay either!" He teased.
"I've got a girlfriend, but I still like to mess around a bit, nothing wrong with that, right?" He prompted.
"Nope... nothing wrong with that," I replied.
"So, what should we do? Want to go someplace? You have your own house, right," he asked.
I became excited, realising he was growing more assertive. Here was my chance...
"Ummm, if it's cool with you..."
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