SHOWER TIME
by Matt Burgess
Several weeks ago I went to play Rugby at a playing fields near
Bath. It started out as an innocent way to spend a Sunday morning
but turned out to be something a lot more exciting ...
The match did not run particularly smoothly and the last thing I
really felt like doing was having a shower but the large
selection of muscular naked male bodies made me re-consider my
plans. I don't very often play rugby, largely because I'm not
very good at it but when I do decide to play, it's thoughts of
the shower time which invariably cause a stirring between my
legs. I have to admit that up until that time I had never had sex
with anyone from the Rugby team but my luck was in that Sunday
morning.
His name was Mike and he had the most wonderful body you've ever
seen - beautifully tanned with well-defined stomach muscles and
dark hair all over his body. I had seen him on the field for the
first time that day and even then his body was making me feel
pretty good. I noticed that he was a long time before he stepped
into the shower. It looked as if he was waiting for the others to
go and so I waited as well. I don't think he saw me in the
changing room but I was looking at him. He had a stunning prick,
although it wasn't up I could see that it was long and cut, with
the bell-end looking enticing.
I gave him a few moments in the shower alone and then I removed
my shorts and playing top and followed him. He looked surprised
to see me in the shower but smiled a big smile, flashing a set of
white teeth at me. For a time I soaped my back and we talked. He
had a soft, warm voice. I complained that the water was getting
cold and moved towards another shower on the opposite side of
him. As I passed his naked body I let my prick gently touch his
ass. He turned away and continued soaping himself. I watched his
hands caressing his body. He suddenly looked back at me with a
long, hard stare. I did not avoid the glance but returned it.
Once again he smiled. As he did so he stretched out his hand as
if to turn off his shower but just as his fingers touched the
metal tap he moved his hand over to me instead. I felt the warm
touch of his fingers on my chest and moved closer to him.
`You've got a nice body.' I said, looking down at his prick.
Thanks.' he paused. I didn't expect to meet anyone here.' he
grinned. `I thought you were all big tough rugby players with
strings of admiring females following you everywhere.'
He moved his hand down over my chest and towards my own prick. I
felt it come instantly alive. `What's your name ?' he asked.
Matt.' I replied. Matt Burgess.'
As if my name were some sort of key to a lock that he had not
been able to open until that point, he sank down onto his knees
and took my prick into his mouth. He moved his lips up and down
the length of me and ran his tongue around the end of my tool.
He took his mouth away from my throbbing flesh and began to
gently masturbate me as his tongue went on an eager rampage -
first taking my balls into his mouth and then moving his tongue
beneath them and towards my hole. He let his tongue gently
explore my body for a while before moving back up to my balls and
then to my prick.
Before the pleasure became too exquisite I pushed his head away
and dropped onto my own knees, feeling the tiny bullets of water
from the shower drenching each pore of my skin. We kissed - his
probing tongue tasting my teeth.
We moved into a '69 position and I took his tool into my own
mouth, tasting his now hard prick, letting my tongue probe his
weapon, enjoying the faint taste of soap combined with his sticky
secretions. I moved my own tongue around and underneath his balls
as he did the same to me, gently massaging his prick at the same
time. I could suddenly feel him about to shoot his load and I
moved my mouth up to his tool and took it into my mouth, letting
him ejaculate deep into my throat.
Before the pleasure of his lips on my own prick became too great,
I pulled away.
`I know what you want' he grinned.
`Oh yes ?'
With that he ran out of the shower and returned a few seconds
later armed with the KY jelly. He smeared it onto my prick and
then drew himself up onto all fours, encouraging me to enter him.
I eased my weapon into him, paused for a moment so that he could
get used to its size and then plunged into his warm hole. With
the water still running over my back I thrust my hard prick in
and out of him, quickly approaching my own climax.
When I had fucked him and released my juices into his body his
own prick was hard again. This time it was his turn to bugger me.
He smeared the KY over his tool and then made me lie on my side,
slowly easing his prick into me. As I felt his weapon sliding in
and out of my hole, his hands began to explore my body and I felt
his tongue licking my ear. In no time at all my own prick was
hard again and eager to shoot its juices once more. He moved his
hand down and began masturbating me, thrusting hard into me and
more slowly. He would withdraw almost to his tip and then thrust
deep into my hole once again. Suddenly I felt him shudder against
my back. He was almost there. He withdrew and then plunged deep
inside me, squeezing every drop of spunk from his weapon.
Before he had barely had time to recover, he pulled his prick out
of me and came around to my own hard tool, taking it into his
mouth and gently sucking it once again....
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