The Shower Trailer by: Mike (mathwhiz78@aol.com)
Disclaimer: If you shouldn't be reading this, or are in a place where an erection would be embarrassing, or if you can't jack off at the moment, stop here. If none of the above apply, keep going!
This is based on a true story... I was in the situation in the story and this is how I wish things had worked out.
Earlier this summer, I had the privilege of being part of a large (600 riders) bicycle trip across Europe, starting in Amsterdam and finishing up in Paris. Nights, when it was dry, were spent in two-person tents for the most part. Often it was raining so we were in buildings or something else. On Day Four, we were in a large solid building at some sort of exposition center in a Laon, France. That night, I decided it was nice enough outside (for a change) to walk over to the shower trailer. This is a trailer with 8 individual shower stalls, four on each side, and a little common area with benches for changing located in the front of the trailer.
When I went in, all of the shower stalls were occupied and there was a line out the door and onto the little deck area. A few minutes passed, people left, and I moved into the trailer to wait some more. While I was waiting, the water died as a result of some mechanical problem. After 15 or 20 minutes had passed, still with no water, most people, including those that had been in the shower, had given up and left. Around this time, a nice looking German, one of the caterers, came into the waiting area wearing nothing but a tight fitting pair of white boxer briefs. He was around 5'10, red hair, some freckles on his shoulders, light pink nipples the size of a quarter, just a few hairs around each nipple, developed pecs, flat abs.
He was delicious. I had trouble keeping my cock down just from his presence.
After a little while the water started to flow from one of the shower heads. The German, even though he was not first in line, darted in and began his shower. The rest of us were a little more cautious. About five minutes into his shower, the water died again. At this point, there were two other people with me in the waiting area and the German in the shower.
I walked over from the changing area to the shower area and started chatting with the German, laughing at how he had gotten caught in the shower all lathered up with no water to rinse with. Being European, he's more open about his body and nudity than most Americans are. This being the case, the whole time we were chatting, his curtain was open around six inches or a foot or so and my eyes were straying up and down his body, rather noticeably, too.
Since I already described what he looked like in the boxer briefs, let me tell you about what I couldn't see with him in them. His cock was hanging down over his ample balls, each the size of small eggs. Limp, he was around 3 inches, relatively thin, with foreskin that stuck out past the end of his cockhead about a centimeter (.4 inches) and completely hid the cockhead.
We chatted for a bit as I continued to eye his body all over and he made no attempt to cover up. I was standing there in cheap boxers and my excitement to be chatting with such a fine specimen was rather obvious. We went through normal mundane conversation... how old is he, does he go to school or work full time, etc.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked. "No." "Boyfriend?" "No." "Looking?" "Not really." "For which, girlfriend or boyfriend?" "Girlfriend."
"But I doubt you'd mind if I stepped into the shower and got down on my knees," I intoned, my voice just a little softer so he'd have to lean forward slightly to hear me. Looking over just before, I noticed that the other two people that were waiting had left, so the German and I were the only two in the trailer.
I stepped into the shower stall while stepping out of my boxers and rested my hands on his shoulders, sliding them down his arms as I leaned forward and delicately placed my lips on his upper lip, teasing it as I slid my lips down and over his lower lip as well. Slowly, I slid my tongue forward out of my mouth and between his lips. He opened his mouth and allowed my tongue to continue its invasion. My hands had by now slid down and were slowly caressing the two hairless cheeks of his bubble butt and pulling him closer to me. My right hand moved around his hip and enveloped his growing cock.
Maintaining the kiss, I enveloped his growing cock in my hand and brought it level with mine. I started sliding his ample foreskin back and forth over both his cockhead and mine. Breaking the kiss, I took a moment to spit on my hand and get some of the soap off of fhe German's dick.
I reached my neck around to start licking and nibbling at the nape of his neck, my right hand still pulling at his foreskin and the left massaging his back and his flat abs and solid pecs and all around. I licked, sucked, and kissed my way down his midsection, pausing and licking around his soft nipples, his deep belly button, and finally reaching the treasure I so desired.
I licked my way around his cock, dipping my tongue into his foreskin, still reaching past the edge of his cockhead. I opened my mouth wide and slowly allowed his swollen cock to enter my waiting mouth. My lips slid over as my tongue massaged the sensitive underside. A moan slipped out from his lips. I knew he was mine, if only for this brief exchange.
He started pumping back and forth, ever so slowly and gently at first and then with more and more intensity as his dick began to swell even more. Not wanting him to cum yet, I pulled off of his dick and started licking his balls from underneath, his swollen cock bobbing back and forth and smacking me in the forehead on occasion.
Knowing that I had planned to make this a week never to forget, I stood up and faced the wall. I spread my legs apart and, after spitting on my hand, reached behind me to guide his cock into my ass. It was a little rough at first, especially since spit isn't the best lube, but we soon got into a good rhythm. Not only did we get into a good rhythm, but imagine my shock when his hand reached around and started to stroke my rock hard cock. My head leaned back and we were able to maneuver around enough that we could exchange furious kisses while fucking and stroking. After a few minutes of forceful kissing, he started pumping harder and stroking faster. I reached up with my hands to brace myself better with the wall. Finally, with one last furious push, he started shooting his load of cum into my waiting ass. Feeling his cum fill me up pushed me over the edge and my own cock started to twitch and shoot its load up against the wall.
Spent, he pulled out and turned me around. We kissed again, much more delicately and sensuously this time. A few seconds into the kiss, the shower turned on.
Did we part and go our own separate ways? Did someone walk in? Were we joined? What happened from here? You tell me! Email mathwhiz78@aol.com or AIM: Mathwhiz78.
Last, but not least, in real life, PLEASE be safe. CONDOMS SAVE LIVES--INCLUDING YOURS.