Date: Mon, 31 Aug 2020 10:18:08 +0000 From: Arthur J Bach Subject: Another Locker Room Shower Story (Gay - Young Friends) This story is fictional, and no character is meant to represent a person, living or dead. It depicts the fantasy of sexual contact between minors. If this is not something that interests you and/or you are not allowed to read this because of your age or jurisdiction, please go elsewhere. I very much enjoy receiving feedback and discussing my work at arthurjbach@protonmail.com. I will do my best to respond to your email as soon as I can. Flames and e-mails with attachments will be ignored and deleted. Nifty is an amazing resource and we all need to do our part to keep it alive. If you enjoy this story (or others), please make sure you donate at https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Enjoy! ----------------------------- Another Locker Room Shower Story I was a horny, kind of weird fourteen year old. But, of course, who wasn't? This happened in the summer between eighth and ninth grade, the summer of 2000, the dawn of the new millennium. I had just learned to masturbate a few months prior; a late bloomer in that regard, but better late than never. The internet was still in the process of becoming a thing, and while I didn't have any videos or pictures to guide me in my sexual quest, I was able to access a few `for teens' sex sites that taught me, amongst other things, that mutual masturbation was common among boys. It was around this time that I also discovered Nifty, and if there was a shred of truth to any of them, this notion was confirmed. I loved the stories of my boys my age (and younger) who were exploring themselves and each other. Sometimes the stories were just jacking off, but sometimes they involved sucking, too. This was of great interest to me, and I brainstormed how I could convince any of my friends to participate. I was terrified of my plan backfiring, however. This was twenty years ago, and being gay was not the cool thing that it is now. If I put the offer out there and was turned down, that could go very poorly for me. I spent most of my summer days at the junior high school pool, an indoor facility that was within walking distance from my neighborhood. I usually went on my own, as my brother hated swimming and most of my friends didn't live close to me. It was always a refreshing way to spend the afternoon. Because I lived so close, there was never any reason for me to use the locker room facility unless I needed to use the rest room. One day, earlier in July, I found myself in there and saw a father and son in a state of undress as they were changing out of their street clothes and into their bathing suits. The man looked to be in his late thirties and his son was only five or six. Neither interested me, but it occurred to me that perhaps this was the place where something could happen. Many of the stories I read on Nifty happened in locker rooms; the casual, required nudity always leading to something more. So, the next time I went to the pool, I wore my street clothes and brought my swimming stuff in a bag. I made my way into the school and went straight for the locker room. Once inside, I picked an open locker and took my shirt off. The locker room was divided into three sections: When you entered the main locker/changing area was on your right. Several lockers, painted in faded green paint, were bolted to the walls while tan benches ran parallel to them. To the left of was the room that had the toilets, urinals, and hand washing sinks. Straight ahead was a little hallway that led to the shower room, a room that I don't think I had actually ever been in, as we were never required to shower after swimming class. My shirt off, I now slid my shorts down, standing in the locker room alone in my Fruit of the Loom briefs...you know the kind. The ones that were all white, aside from the double blue stripe around the waist band. I stood there for a moment, just enjoying being in my undies in a semi-public place, and then finally slid my briefs down my hairless legs. Standing nude, I looked down at my body. I was not an athlete by any stretch of the imagination, but at fourteen I had a high metabolism and, therefore, a decent body. I was pretty skinny, other than my legs which were quite muscular. My penis hung soft; I was a `grower' as compared to a shower as my flaccid dick was only about an inch and a half, maybe two inches long. A tight but dense patch of soft, curly pubes graced the root of my boyhood, and my balls, which were hanging low in their sack, were just starting to grow hair. I stood there, naked as the day I was born, waiting for someone to come in. I don't know how long I stood there like that as the seconds passed like hours, but it felt like forever. The room was absolutely silent, so quiet it was kind of freaking me out. I kept focusing on the sound of an approaching voice, coming from the hallway that led to the locker room, but alas, nothing. Frustrated, I put on my swim suit, a baggy one that was mostly black with some green and extended down to my knees. I threw my clothes in the locker, grabbed my towel, and went for the pool. I swam for what seemed like a couple of hours. I dove to the deep end a couple of times, timed myself to see how long I could hold my breath under water, the usual stuff. At about a mid-way through my session, I noticed two boys that came in, one blonde and one brown haired boy. I recognized them both but didn't know their names. Each had an older brother who was close to my age. I guessed that they were going into either fifth or sixth grade by the looks of their growing boy bodies. They were still skinny but looked a bit old to be in elementary school. After a little while, I decided it was finally time to get out. I climbed out of the pool and grabbed my towel. Typically, I would just be drying off at this point and walking home, but today I made my way back in the locker room to change. I made my way out of the pool area and through the halls, leaving a trail of water behind me. I pushed the metal door, letting myself into the cold, quiet, empty room. Finding my locker, I dropped my bathing suit and set it over the wooden bench, reaching for my clothes. Just as I had done earlier, I stood there for a moment, listening to the silent, waiting for the metal door to open, signaling that someone was going to come in and see me in my naked state. Just as before, nothing. I sighed, feeling defeated. I supposed I would have to try this again tomorrow. Reaching for my briefs, I remembered the shower room, and I suddenly had an impulse to get a shower. Worse case scenario, I showered alone and washed the chlorine off of my body. Best case scenario...well, the possibilities were endless. I set my briefs back in my locker and grabbed my towel, turned to my left and went for the shower room. I went down the narrow hallway and followed it around to the left. The shower room wasn't very big, maybe fifteen by fifteen feet. In addition to there being shower heads on all four sides, there were also two large metal cylinders in the center of the room, four shower heads on each that pointed in all directions. I walked up to the cylinder on the left, choosing the spigot on the opposing side from the door, meaning the front of my body was facing any potential person who chose to walk into the shower room. I hit the faucet and turned it to warm. A spray of water fell down upon my head, cool at first but gradually warming until it was so hot it was steaming. I adjusted the handle to cool it off a little, finding the perfect temperature. I closed my eyes, letting the water fall over me. It really did feel amazing, and let out a deep sigh of relaxation, any wants or desires to meet anyone totally gone. After a minute or so, I remembered that I was once again very naked and exposed in this somewhat public place. Any guy could just walk in here and see me like this, and they were most likely going to be from my town since this was a school pool. The idea of being nude like this was starting to have an effect on my body. My soft penis began to rise against the falling shower water, the nudity arousing me into another erection, not that I needed an excuse at that age to get an erection. A part of me wanted my boner, all five and a half inches of it, to go away. The fact that I was showering naked in the pool locker room was nothing to write home about, but having an erection seemed like that might be seen differently. As much as I wanted it to go down, another part of me was thrilled with it, and the more I thought about it, the harder it seemed to get. I could tell just from the feel that this was about as hard as I had ever been in my young life, if not more so. My eyes remained shut, focusing on the feelings of the warm water cascading over my body and the hard on between my legs. Do you know how you can usually tell when you are no longer alone, even though you have no visual or aural proof of it? That was what happened right then, in that moment. With my eyes shut, I knew I was no longer by myself. I opened my eyes, seeing the two boys at the entrance to the shower room, their eyes locked onto my erection. I had lots of options at this point, and not many good ones. This was the scenario I had been waiting for, and now that I had it, I wanted nothing more than to freeze time and escape the shower room and the school and my town forever. Knowing that was an impossibility, I went to my next option, which was to act normal and pretend that nothing weird was going on. "Wassup, guys?" I asked casually. "What are you doing?" the blonde boy asked. Both still had their suits on and were still dripping wet from the pool. I shrugged my shoulders. "Taking a shower." "But you're naked," said the dark haired boy. "Do you take a shower with your clothes on?" I asked. "No, but...you have a..." the blond haired boy started, not find the word. "A what?" I asked, acting like I didn't know what he was talking about. "A...stiffie," he finally got out. I shrugged my shoulders again. "Yeah. Don't you get stiffies in the shower?" They both seemed to accept this and made their way into the shower room. They kept their suits on, but approached the same shower cylinder that I was on, choosing adjacent shower heads. "I'm Nicholas," I said, nodding my head at that boys. "I'm Aaron," the blond haired boy said. "Joey," said the dark haired boy. "Yeah, I think I know both of your brothers," I responded to them. Despite the distraction of the conversation, my penis remained hard, pulsing along with my heartbeat. As they rinsed off, both seemed to be focused on my boyhood, openly staring at my bouncing, pulsing, cut erection. "If you want, you can take a picture," I said jokingly. Their eyes snapped up to meet mine as they were busted perving over my nudity. "Sorry," Joey said. "It's just that, you have hair." "Can you make yours squirt?" Aaron asked. "Oh yeah," I responded. "Can you...like...now?" Aaron finally got out. My heart raced, loving where this was going. My plan was actually working, which both excited and terrified me. For the last few months, this exact moment was what I been waiting for, what I had been dreaming of. Now that it had arrived, I was getting cold feet, afraid of where all this would take me. Knowing that I would regret it if I didn't push forward, I responded to their request by grabbing my erection, first at the middle of the shaft, then sliding my fingers up so that I was stroking the tip, and slid back to the middle of the shaft again. I did this a couple of times, slowly, like I was demonstrating how to play with a new toy. My speed increased and I developed a steady tempo, now officially jacking off in front of these two, unknown boys. As my hand jerked my teen erection, I knew I wasn't going to last long. First of all, I was a typical teenage boy. Secondly, I had been rock hard for several minutes in the shower, getting me all primed up and ready to go. And lastly, the eroticism of this long sought after situation was making my mind and body crazy with lust. I continued to stroke, my right hand doing all the heavy lifting while my left hand held the base of my boner steady. I could feel my balls start to tingle, the itch deep inside my stomach, the quick and sudden rise in pressure that begged to be released. My breathing began to quicken, and I stroked faster, attempting to scratch that itch and release the pressure. I was going very fast now, my hand squeezing the tip nice and gentle-like every time my hand slid over the sensitive glans. I could feel the pressure increase until I went over the edge, letting out a loud sigh. "Shit...here it comes!" I shouted. Both boys watched in eager anticipation as I grabbed my shaft and squeezed my glans right at the ridge where the tip ended. I had learned through trial and error that this made my cum shoot far, and I wanted to put on a show for these two preteen boys. The first shot of cum simply oozed out of my cock in a clear stream, landing on the tiled shower floor below. To be honest, I doubt they even noticed it. The second was far different. I watched a glob of white cum eject from the tip of my dick, firing out and arching in the air, seemingly hanging in mid air like it was the magic bullet, before pummeling back to the ground, landing with a just barely audible `splat' on the floor between where Aaron and Joey stood. I hissed as the third shot fired, taking very much the same trajectory as the previous. I looked into their eyes and saw that they were captivated by what was happening. My guess what that one or both of their older brothers had told them what an ejaculation was, but refused to show them in person. If that was true, all three of us were living out a fantasy at the moment, as I continued to pump my erection, oozing my ejaculate onto the shower floor of this public pool locker room. I came down the other side of the mountain, my orgasm beginning to diminish. I squeezed the sensitive tip of my dick, making sure that all of my cum and left my body. We watched as I gripped the head, a bead of pearly white liquid appearing at the piss slit, and I shook my boner a few times, forcing the drop of cum from my dick and onto the floor. The boys looked at me wide-eyed, still processing what they saw. For me, I smiled, knowing that my plan had worked. I looked down and thought that I saw that boy boys were erect in their suits, although because they both had on dark colored trunks it was kind of hard to tell. "That was so cool," Aaron said, his eyes still wide open as he looked at my softening penis, still in my hand. "So much cum," Joey said outloud, almost as if he wasn't talking to anyone. "Do you guys make any cum yet?" They both shook their heads. "Have you masturbated before?" "Yeah, but not like you," Aaron said. "What do you mean?" "We never get that...what's it called...that good feeling at the end." "Oh," I responded, now understanding. "An orgasm." "Yeah, that's it," Aaron confirmed. I shrugged my shoulders. "Do you guys want some help?" Their eyes went wide again. I was getting used to seeing them this way. "Really?" Joey asked. "Yeah, why not? I wish someone would have taught me when I was your age." They both smiled, looking at me expectantly. "Uh, you're gonna have to lose your suits," I said, looking down at their trunks, very sure at this point that both boys were erect. They paused for a second, obviously not having thought this all the way through. "I can't help you with your suits still on," I said, growing a tad impatient. Joey was the first to drop his suit, pulling it down over his steely erection, his entire groin area glistening from the warm shower water. Joey's dick was cut, about four inches long, and hairless. His red tip looked to be a bit bigger around than his shaft was. His hand immediately went to his groin as he began to fondle himself. Now that Joey had taken the first step, Aaron followed, and the slightly taller blonde boy lowered his suit. The waistband of his trunks caught the tip of his boner, pulling it down, and when his suit got to about mid thigh, Aaron's dick snapped back up against his stomach. Like his friend, Aaron was also hairless, but unlike his friend, Aaron's dick was uncut and was longer than Joey's, probably closer to four and a half inches. Where Joey's dick was on the thicker side, Aaron's was pencil thin, his glans just barely peeking beyond the edge of the foreskin. Both preteens had the most adorable hairless boy balls, the grape sized nuts hanging low in their pink sacks. I walked up to my two new friends, standing in front of them and reached to take their erections in my hand. No more talk, no more `do you want to do this/do you want to do that.' I had waited long enough, and now that these boys were standing in front of me, I wasn't about to let them get away. I began stroking their boners, observing that while both of them were absolutely rock hard, stroking a cut dick and an uncut dick at the same time was interesting. With Joey's dick I used the warm water as a type of lube, keeping my grip nice and loose so that my hand could slide up and down. With Aaron's dick, his foreskin was the thing that created the glide. It was a lot easier to stroke the young boy, and made me wish for the first time ever that I still was intact myself. Aaron and Joey moaned as I stroked them, their high-pitched voices bouncing off the tiled shower room walls. Their eyes were closed, nostrils flared, mouths agape with tongues hanging out, their energy so focused on the new feelings they were experiencing that they had lost control over their faces. Just as I had done with myself, my stroking began slowly, but as the boys seemed to enjoy more and more, I gave them what they wanted and sped up on the stroking of their dicks. I could tell that they were both getting close, and while I was excited to bring them to orgasm, perhaps their first one, I was also sad that this was getting close to ending. I was no dummy and knew that this could possibly be a one time thing, and so I wanted to make sure I enjoyed this. On an impulse, I got on my knees in front of the boys, and while still jerking Aaron's dick, I took Joey's lovely boy penis into my mouth and began sucking. "Holy shit!" the dark haired boy squeaked out, getting his dick sucked for the first time. I moaned as I felt his hardness on my tongue, on my cheek, on the roof of my mouth, my lips wrapped around his hard little member, craving release. He began to hump me, an instinctive move that he probably didn't even realize he was doing. I met his thrusts as I sucked this sexy little boy, driving him to his first cum. "Gonna pee," he whined, obviously feeling the effects of his first cum. He tried to push me away, but I was resilient, keeping my lips wrapped tightly around his boner. "Gonna...gonna...ah, shit, that feels so good!" he finally got out, and I could feel his boner begin to pulse and click in my mouth. I made a connection between what I was feeling in my mouth and what I saw when I would watch the cum shoot out of my own cock. I tasted nothing, but as he hissed and moaned through this new experience, I could tell that his dry orgasm was no less pleasurable than my own. Joey was now pushing me away pretty aggressively, and I relented, taking pity on his sensitive, adolescent penis. I looked at his member, still hard and pulsing and a dark crimson red. It was then that I remembered I was still gripping Aaron's cock. I looked to my right and saw his hard-on, peeled the skin back and took the blonde boy in my mouth. Aaron's boydick was just as hard, but still felt so different than Joey's. Aaron's foreskin meant there was more surface area to lick, and I loved getting my tongue under the foreskin and licking around his sensitive glans. With his dick being so much more thin, this also gave it a different feel. I began to suck faster, bobbing my head up and down on his immature penis. "Oh, yeah, go faster," he moaned. "Something is happening." I obliged, realizing that he may have been having the same urination feeling that Joey had had, but through his experience, Aaron knew it to be the beginning of this great feeling. I brought my right hand up to follow his hairless boy nuts while I increased my tempo, making sure my lips were tight around his shaft and my tongue was manipulating the head. "Ahhhhh yeahhhhh," he moaned, letting loose his cum. He was a dry cummer as well, but like his friend, I could feel the distinct pulse, his young penis kicking against my tongue as he enjoyed his first orgasm in the tight, wet insides of my mouth. He hissed as I licked the tip of his dick, his sensitivity hitting its peak as his orgasm began to wane, and I savored every last feel of his dick before he took it out of my mouth. With both boys having reached their sexual goals for the afternoon, the post orgasmic crash began to happen. I could see the look of slight regret on their faces as they realized they had just been sucked off by a fellow boy, their records of staunch heterosexuality ruined before they even entered middle school. I stood up in front of them, my cock once again painfully hard, and I stroked myself while looking at their sexy bodies, their hairless penises beginning to retract and soften. It wasn't long before I was adding another load of white cum to the shower floor below, mixing with my previous offering, and both boys watched as the white pearls ejected from my body. Now that we were all really finished, I shut off the water, and while they slipped their bathing suits up their legs, I walked nude from the shower room, my softening penis still somewhat tumescent in front of my body. We made our way into the main area of the locker room, and I found my clothes, slipping my white briefs up my legs after drying off with the towel. I made small talk with the boys as I stood there in my underwear, but I could tell they weren't really focused on the conversation. A lot had happened to them in the last twenty minutes, and they were still trying to process. I finished up our talk by telling them I was at the pool most days of the week, and hoped to see them around. They said their good-byes and quickly left the room, leaving me alone by myself in my tighty whities. I stood there not knowing if I would ever see them again, but hoped I would, and hoped that maybe we could have even more fun. But no matter what, I fantasy of mine had been fulfilled. 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