Date: Fri, 20 Nov 2009 18:29:26 -0600 From: OK OKC Subject: The Water Park Warning: This story contains homosexual activities, involving two consenting individuals. This is the sole creation of the writer. The Water Park It was another summer. One of my co-workers had gotten free tickets to the water park downtown. He gave me one. I kept it for a few weeks. Then, on the spur of the moment, I decided to go one Saturday. That summer, I had already been there once. It was somewhat boring, but it kept me out of the casino, and it was cheap. I arrived at noon. I alternated my time between the rides, lounging around, and the locker room. Every half hour, or 45 minutes if I rode a slide, I would go to the locker room to shower off. It was almost always empty in there. It was the third time I was in the locker room. A short, portly Mexican and his two sons were in the showers. The man was showering naked, but the boys were in their trunks. I went to the fourth shower down. There were a total of five showers. I started to rinse off in my shorts. I noticed someone walk by. All I saw was the flash of neon green. I noticed one of the Mexican boys sit on the bench in front of the showers. He had his towel around him and was changing under it. Then the neon green reappeared. It was a tall, skinny, pale boy in neon green shorts. I didn't get a good look at him, as he walked by, but I did notice him glancing in my direction. I went back to showering for a few minutes. I noticed the Mexican boy put on his sandals and leave. I kept thinking back to a summer ago when a boy serviced me at the base gym. It was the hottest thing that ever happened to me. Then, as I was contemplating leaving, I noticed the neon green move past my shower again. The shower in the last stall started up. I waited a few seconds. I shut off the water and got out. The locker room was again empty. No one else was in the showers, except for the boy in the last one. I started to dry off. I prolonged it, so I could get a peek at the boy. Seconds later, he came out. He was cute in a goofy way. He was tall and bony with his chest somewhat shrunken in. He had a small, round head that didn't go with his body. His mouth was wide and full of braces. He had dreamy, hazel eyes that were slightly squinted. His brown hair was thin and his long bangs were brushed to one side. His skin was brightly pale. His baggy shorts were pulled up a little, and they now looked ridiculously fluorescent. "Hey," I muttered. He did a slight wave, looked down nervously, and left. A few minutes later, I also left. I wandered around the park a bit. I was somewhat interested in finding the boy. About 15 minutes later, I spotted him sitting next to an older, overweight woman. He was wearing sunglasses. Like his shorts, they seemed too big for him. He turned his head in my direction. I left and grabbed my gym bag from my locker. About 10 minutes later, I walked back to his area. The older lady was gone, and a young, chubby girl was sitting in her chair. I sat in an empty spot along a wall, a few spaces down from him. Once more, he looked in my direction. I pulled out a book and tried to read, but was distracted by my racing thoughts. I then tried to text a bit. When I looked at my watch, ten more minutes had passed. "If I get up, I wonder if he'd follow," I thought. I decided a minute later to put it to the test. I put on my flip flops, rose, and grabbed my towel and bag. I started to leave. As I walked by him, I glanced and smirked. I entered the locker room. Both the locker room and showers were empty. I placed my bag and towel on the bench, and went into the fourth shower. I kept my trunks on, but I left the tie undone, and I pulled my trunks down to my pubes. I waited in the running water. A couple of minutes later, I noticed the neon green move past my shower. My heart started racing. I showered for a few seconds, turned off the water, and got out. His shower was still on, and the locker room and other showers were still empty. I started to dry off. I moved to the furthest end of the bench, in front of his shower. We looked at each other. I moved my towel up a little, revealing my pubes. He glanced at them. "Hey," I muttered and waved. He flashed a nervous wave and looked down quickly. I positioned myself between his and the fourth shower. I turned and dropped my trunks. I placed them next to my bag. I turned back around. He tilted his head to catch a glimpse of my penis. I placed the towel on my bag. I entered the fourth shower and started to shower again. I turned to the wall, and discreetly began touching myself. I was thinking about that blowjob the year before, and it got me hard. I heard his shower shut off. I turned my head. A few seconds went by, and then I saw him peeking at me behind the divider. I turned towards him, revealing my hard cock. He stared at it for a few seconds. His eyes got big, and he scurried away. I got a rush out of that. I was so hard now that my testicles ached. I walked out of the shower and looked towards the locker room. It was still empty. I moved into the last shower and turned it on. The water was drizzling and lukewarm. "Maybe he'll come back," I thought. I stood there for a few seconds. I was facing the inner wall. I was still hard and was still touching it. He appeared again, looking scared. His body wavered, as if he was going to bolt out any second. He kept glancing towards the locker room. I turned around and began masturbating for him. His anxiety turned to excitement. He stared at my penis, and glanced occasionally into the locker room. I began to get into it, swiveling my hips. He sat down with his hands buried in his lap. I turned around. I widened my stance, bent over, and spread my butt. I glanced back at him. He was mesmerized by my hole. I began to rub it. Seconds later, I was fingering myself. Then I felt his hand glide up my leg. I took my finger out. He touched it. He stuck his fingertip in it. He slowly pushed his finger inside. It started to hurt, and I squirmed and clinched my hole. He took it out. I looked back at him. I grabbed his hand, turned it palm-side down, and guided it back to my hole. "Now," I said. He stuck his finger inside me again, but this time it felt good. He stuck it deeper. "Weird," he muttered, "feels so weird." I could feel his finger wriggle inside me. "So cool," he continued. I looked back at him. He glanced towards the bench. He seemed excited but nervous. "Move the bench," I told him. "What?" "Turn the bench in." He took his finger out and moved to the bench. He just stood there. "Move it towards me," I said. He began to move it forward. "At an angle," I continued. He got it that time. He turned it in, blocking the area in front of the shower. He came back and got on his knees. I was facing him. I squatted down a little. He was staring at my penis. He reached up and stuck his finger back into me. He fingered me for a few seconds. I grabbed his hand, forced his finger all the way up in me, and moaned. I grabbed my penis and pushed it down, pointing it at him. I leaned into him. I touched my penis to his face. I rubbed it on his lips and cheek. He stopped fingering me, but kept his finger in me. "Lick it," I said. He stuck out his tongue, and I rubbed my penis on it. He opened his mouth slightly and nibbled on my penis head. I clenched my hole on his finger, and he tongued my head harder. "Suck it," I commanded. He wouldn't do it. He stuck out his tongue further, and I rubbed the underside of my penis on it. I clinched my hole again. I rubbed my penis on his face some more. I could feel myself edging. My penis exploded. He jerked his head away and a glob fell onto his shorts. He got a couple of sprays on his face. "Wow," he uttered in amazement, "so hot." He wiped his face and pulled out his finger. He smelled it and wiped it on his shorts. He never noticed the semen on his leg. "Thank you," he mumbled and rushed away. When I walked out of the shower, I saw that he was gone. I never saw him again. The End