Shower Jet
By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com
The shower water was pleasantly hot, shooting out of the showerhead in a hundred thin jets and sluicing down my body. Earlier, while I'd been soaping up, it had run down the front of my body and over my prick, producing an uncontrollable urge to pee, and I'd let go, watching the yellow stream run down the drain. I always skin back when I enter the shower, to rinse off my helmet while the copious foreskin locks behind my high flaring ridge.
My showerhead is on a hose and locks into a bracket on the wall. Now, I took the head out of the bracket and ran it down my body to rinse myself thoroughly. I brought it behind me to rinse my backside, holding it low so that some of the jets shot between my thighs. As always, one of the needle jets went into the triangular groove on the bottom of my glans, producing a delicious tickling sensation in my hot spot. I love this deep tickling sensation, and if I kept it up long enough I'd end up with a powerful erection demanding relief.
I'd used the shower jet for relief. The head was adjustable, and turning the outside ring changed the water pattern. With a couple of clicks, I'd convert the fine needle jets into a powerful, pulsing stream that would bring me to orgasm in a minute when directed at the underside of my glans. The stream hammered the hot spot and increased the tension in my body until my groin exploded in sharp contractions that had me gasping and moaning as the gushes of cream erupted from my throbbing tip.
My friend Phil had introduced me to the joys of the adjustable showerhead on a flexible hose. He already had one in his bathroom, and one evening he invited me to shower with him. His glassed-in shower enclosure was easily large enough for two, or even three people, and we had a lot of room to move as the warm stream poured over us.
"I'm glad I've still got my foreskin," he said. "I see you're intact too."
"I'm just as happy as you not to have been cut like most Americans were when they were born," I replied.
"I always skin back when I get into the shower," he said as he pulled his long foreskin back off his glans to lock behind his high flaring ridge. Mine was still covering my glans completely, and with a little nipple at the end.
"I do the same," I said as I mimed his action. "All I need is to rinse my prick, without soap. After all, it doesn't get all that dirty."
"Yeah, soap can get irritating if you don't rinse it all off and leave some under the skin," he said. "I see your tip's a lot like mine. You've got the same big rounded end and high flaring ridge."
""You're right, Phil. They're a lot alike, both big and purple, and glossy. I'm sure yours is pretty sensitive, like mine." We stood facing each other for a minute, watching the hot water pour down the front of our bodies. The hot water sluicing over our helmets produced the same effect on both of us within seconds: our bladders let go, and our thick yellow stream poured down into the bottom of the shower and into the drain. At the end we milked our pricks to squeeze out the last drops.
"That always happens when I get into the shower," he said. "You're exactly the same way." I reached down and gently squeezed his helmet between thumb and index finger, knowing this would make his cock-root throb. I saw the reaction in his face as I gave him several more rhythmic squeezes.
"That feels nice, very nice," he murmured. "Keep it up and you'll have me rock-hard."
"Nothing wrong with that," I replied.
"No nothing wrong with that, but let's get soaped up and then I'll show you something I do with my shower head. You'll find that really interesting." Following his suggestion, we soaped ourselves with the liquid soap he had in a squeeze bottle, and rinsed off.
"See how the shower head's on a hose?" he asked after all the suds had swirled down the drain. "I can take it off its bracket to spray under my arms and other places." He removed the showerhead to demonstrate, showing me how he used it to rinse off thoroughly.
"That works pretty well," I commented. "Where did you get it and how much?"
"I go it at Lowe's and it cost about forty bucks. Took me about five minutes to install it. Now turn around and I'll spray you." I did as he'd told me, and I felt the hot spray go into my armpits, and then down my back to rinse my crack. Suddenly I felt an acute sensation as one of the jets drilled into the triangular groove under my glans. It felt like a sharp tickle that penetrated deep inside, and I gasped as my prick twitched.
"That's terrific," I whispered as Phil moved the shower head slightly, and I felt the needle jet move up and down my groove, stabbing into my gee-string and sending thrills up my shaft.
"I'm sure you're starting to get hard," Phil said. "It always does that to me."
"Oh, I am," I assured him as I felt my prick begin to rise.
"Now turn around, Jack, and I'll show you something else this does." His hand on my hip nudged me, and I eagerly turned around, temporarily losing the erotic spray on my helmet. He grasped my swelling erection and held it up, directing the needle spray at my glans.
"Oh, that feels good, spraying all over the head, Phil. Especially around the rim."
"Now let's get a needle jet down your hole," he said. "I noticed the lips of your slit spread when you get hard, and the hole looks like a teardrop. I bet a jet down that hole will give you a thrill like you never felt before." He adjusted his aim as I felt the hot needle jet drilling deeply into my meatus, as other jets struck all around the front dome of my glans. I reached for Phil's prick and resumed squeezing his glans, wanting to share the pleasure with him.
"I want you hard too," I told him. "I'll make you come after I have mine." My rhythmic squeezes were having an effect, and his prick quickly came to full mast between my fingers. I avoided sliding his foreskin so as not to bring him to orgasm prematurely, and it remained locked behind his corona. Meanwhile, the hot water jets kept stimulating the inside of my urethra as well as the front of my helmet.
Hard, we were both about six inches, with straight shafts and a big vein running down the right side.
"I'm going to adjust the water flow," he said. "Needle jets are great to get you hard but when I set it to pulse it'll really work on you." He turned the outside ring on the showerhead and the flow changed from needle jets to a thick gush that pulsed at about two per second. He lifted my prick higher and pointed the pulsing jet at the bottom of my glans. The shock of each pulse penetrated deep into my helmet, sending thrills down my shaft to the root.
"That's hot, really hot," I told him as I rose on tip-toe. "I think I'll be coming soon."
"I know you will," he told me. "I can see your tip's turning a darker purple and I can feel the rim getting harder." With these words, he pulled back on my shaft skin to expose the groove behind the rim and sent the water pulses all around my corona.
"That feels so hot," I whispered. Although I was trying to relax, I felt the tension in my crotch muscles increase. Phil must have sensed what I was doing, for he said:
"No matter how hard you try to stay relaxed, it's going to build up until you explode."
"It's like when I used a vibrator," I said. "I just couldn't help myself. The vibrations got me hotter and hotter until I was spurting my cream into the vibrator's cup."
"I know," he said. "I used a vibrator with a cup attachment too. It fit right over my tip and sent the vibrations all through my cock. It had me coming in seconds." As he spoke I felt the pulses of hot water hammering the underside of my helmet, bringing me closer to the critical moment. My bulging glans ached for release, as I felt the beginnings of the hot tingle that signaled impending orgasm.
Phil's fingers tightened around my shaft, compressing the veins to ensure my prick was as hard as possible. It already was, and the hot tingle in my glans became stronger and more insistent. Now I was gasping, taking rapid shallow breaths as my excitement surged to its peak.
OWWWWW!" I cried out helplessly as the hot tingle in my helmet exploded, shooting down my shaft to the root, which began a frenzied pounding. I felt a hot jet shooting into my urethra, rushing up the tube and rounding the slight upward curve in my glans before slamming through the lips of my meatus to explode into the air. I cried out again as another gush seared its way up my prick to shoot onto Phil's body, where the hot water rinsed it off immediately. I felt my knees buckle and I leaned against the wall, putting my free hand on Phil's shoulder for additional support.
My prick gushed several more times before the discharges slowed to a dribble. I stood there, dazed by the overwhelming shock of the orgasm. Phil had stopped spraying my prick when my orgasm had faded, and now I took the showerhead from his hand and grasped his hard shaft with my other hand, bringing it almost vertical. The underside was completely exposed to me, and I directed the pulsing spray into his triangular groove, flooding his gee-string with hot water.
His eyes widened as the hot jets took effect, and I pushed down on his shaft skin to bare his corona completely and stretch his gee-string, adding to his sensations.
"Your prick's rock-hard," I told him. "You're not going to last long." I saw his helmet was turning darker as well, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds.
"Oh, I'm so close," he said as he came up on tip-toe. I put my shoulder against his chest, gently pushing him against the shower wall so that he wouldn't collapse when his orgasm hit, as I had almost done. I knew how intense and overwhelming orgasm could be, especially when induced by the pulsing water jet.
"Just relax," I urged him. "I'm doing all the work." I saw his eyes close as he withdrew into himself, and I knew the next second or two would be critical.
"HUUUUNNNNHHHH" he cried out as I felt his prick throb between my fingers. A thick white jet exploded from his orifice, landing on my abdomen, where the water splashing from his prick washed it down. He grunted again as another gush erupted from his straining prick, and I pinned him hard against the wall as I felt him start to slip downward. His arms went around my neck as a third torrent poured from his dark purple helmet, and I heard him groan again.
"That's it!" I urged. "Go for it! Shoot your loads!" He shot again, and the next discharge was just a dribble as his orgasm reached its last stage. I dropped the showerhead and we clung to each other, lost in ecstasy, as we recovered from our biological storms.
We remained in the shower another couple of minutes, rinsing the residue of cream from our bodies and relaxing our sphincters to flush out leftover semen from our urethras. Then we dried off, got dressed, and went to Lowe's, where I bought a shower spray and hose for myself.
"I really want to see how this works on other guys," I told Phil as we drove to my house to install it.
"Well, everybody's different," he replied. "You and I like the feelings a vibrator produces in our dicks, but for some guys it's a turn-off."
"Yeah, I've seen that," I added. "One guy I knew loved getting hand jobs, but touching a vibrator to his tip made him lose his erection right away."
"Was he cut?"
"He was," I replied. "That's what really surprised me. You would have thought that since his prick was less sensitive, he would have enjoyed the deep sensations a vibrator gives you, but he didn't."
A few days later I got a call from Roger, whom I hadn't seen in a couple of months. Roger was my age, 30, but unlike me, he had suffered foreskin amputation at birth. I wondered how he'd take to the shower spray, and invited him over that afternoon. I was already naked when he rang my bell, and I let him in while standing behind the door.
"Well, since I've been invited to a show-and-tell, I'd better get naked too," he said when he was inside. He quickly stripped down, and we looked at each other. Like me, he had brown hair and eyes, but was a little shorter than my six feet, and stocky. He, too, had a heavy-ended prick, but without a foreskin encasing the big pink-purple helmet. A thick brown scar encircled his shaft half an inch behind his rim.
"I know you enjoyed the vibrator a couple of months ago," I said.
"Oh, yes, that was nice. The hot buzzing hit me really deep inside my dick."
"I've got a little surprise for you," I told him. "Let's get into the shower and I'll show you. You might really like this." In the bathroom, I turned on the shower and we stepped in.
"I know you always skin back in the shower," he said. "Let me do that for you." His fingers closed around the bulging end of my prick and he pushed my foreskin back.
"I like the way your skin locks behind your rim," he said. "Your tip looks a lot like mine, with its high rim." The hot water coursed down our bodies as I pointed to the showerhead and its hose.
"This is flexible," I said as I lifted the showerhead out of its bracket. "Let's see what happens when I spray it on your prick." I directed the needle jets at the top of his big glans, and immediately a look of delight came over his face.
"That feels really good," he said as I watched his prick engorge and come to full mast. I sprayed the broad upper surface of his helmet and his thick corona to firm up his erection.
"Your slit pouts when you get hard, just mike mine," I told him as I directed the needle jets at the front dome of his big helmet and one jet drilled into his meatus. I heard his sharp intake of breath as the water jets stabbed at his glans and pee-hole.
"That's so hot," he whispered as the intense sensations flooded his prick. Watching him, I began to get excited as well, and he noticed this.
"Hey, you're getting hard without anybody touching it," he said. He reached out and grasped my prick by the end, squeezing my naked glans.
"Each squeeze makes my cock-root throb, just like it does to you," I told him. "Now I'm going to change the water jet and give you a real thrill," I twisted the bezel of the showerhead, changing the jet to a thick pulsing one, and lifted his prick to spray under his glans. The doctor who had removed his foreskin had left the frenulum intact, and it filled the triangular groove under the head, making a perfect target for the pulsing water stream.
"That feels as hot as the vibrator did," he exclaimed. "It won't be long before you've got my load." As he spoke he squeezed my prick harder and began sliding my foreskin up and down the glans.
"I know it turns you on working my foreskin," I said. "Go ahead and play with it. I'll make you come before I shoot my load."
'You've got such a nice cock to play with," he murmured. "Your big vein's on the side instead of on top like mine." He continued stroking as I watched his big helmet turn a shade darker purple, and I knew he was within seconds of release. I stepped to the side so as to be out of the way of his jets when he shot.
"You're right on the edge now," I informed him. "I can feel your prick hardening even more."
"Ohhhhhhh, any second," he whispered. He stood on tip-toe and then I felt his prick throb hard in my encircling fingers. A white jet shot from his pouting slit, going a couple of feet before it slapped against the shower wall. My ejaculations shot about six inches, but his were much more forceful, going at least four times as far. Roger grunted and another stream erupted from his straining helmet, and I saw him sag slightly as the orgasm wracked his body. I pressed him against the wall to keep him from falling and noted his eyes were closed.
Roger was groaning as another hot jet shot from his prick, and I felt his hand squeeze my prick hard. He spurted again, but not as far this time, and then his final jet poured from his glans. Now he was just dribbling residue, and he slowly came down off his high. He leaned against me and I held him tightly, letting go of the showerhead so that I could use both hands. Our pricks were caught between our abdomens, his softening and mine rock-hard. By this time he'd let go of my prick.
"That was so hot," he murmured as he opened his eyes. His prick was completely soft now, and he slipped a hand between us to grasp my prick. I sighed in delight at his tender touch.
"I like sliding your skin, but do you want me to get you off with the water jet?" he asked.
"Yeah, let's do that," I answered. "I really like the hot jets on my helmet." He backed away from me as he grasped the showerhead and pushed my foreskin all the way back to lock behind my corona. It was still set to "pulse" and he directed it at the front dome of my helmet. The powerful hot jet made me gasp as it impacted my engorged glans, and then he lifted my prick to spray the underside, hitting my gee-string and making me whine at the powerful sensations.
"It's really doing a number on you," he said. "Your cock's more sensitive than mine, too."
"Ooooohhh, that's so hot," I whispered and the sensations in my prick mounted. I knew I was only seconds away from exploding.
"You've been waiting for this," he said. "You watched me drop my load and now I'm going to make you drop yours." I felt my shaft and glans go into their final hardness as he spoke, and my eyes closed as I leaned against the shower wall.
"Your tip's so dark," he observed as the tightness in my prick transformed itself into a heavy pounding in my cock-root and the first gush of hot cream shot up my tube.
"HAH-HAH-HAH," I grunted as the joyful agony of orgasm flowed through my body, overwhelming me with bliss.
"Shoot that load," he urged as the second spasm shook me and another jet erupted from my throbbing glans. I moaned and shuddered as the sensations numbed my mind, drawing another jet from my pouring orifice. A weaker jet erupted, and the flow relented to a dribble. Finally it was over and my body began to relax. We rinsed off, carefully sluicing away all traces of sperm from our bodies, and then dried ourselves.
"That was so nice," Roger said to me when we went out for a pizza."
"We'll do it again," I assured him.
The End