Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2023 23:07:41 +0000 From: hugdan0 Subject: The big organ donor - gay - adult youth - chapter 2 You must be 18 to read this story, and be aware that this is a work of fiction. I do not endorse the practices in this story, nor know for sure if scientific or medical facts told here are true or viable. Feel free to send an email telling me how weird this is, or if you liked it I'd be glad to know. Is good to support all creators and the spaces created for them to share their work, consider donating to nifty if you have enjoyed numerous hours of kinky fun. AUTHOR'S NOTE: When I came up with the idea for the story, I didn't expect it to be a slow burner. Hope you enjoy it though it still doesnt have much sex. CHAPTER 2 - Be proud I tried to carry out my daily routine. I left my apartment and headed to the gym, I pay an annual membership at a gym that not only has weights, but offers other types of programs, like the HIIT that I go to. A high intensity program that helps me get fit for the outdoor activities I like to do. I've been doing it for a little over 10 years, which has given me a fit body and very good condition, I have strong shoulders and arms, a broad back and although I don't have a narrow waist, I have a firm core with no belly, and a pair of thick, toned thighs. My trainer was pushing me to finish the workout, but my mind wasn't quite focused on the exercise. I ended up exhausted sitting on the floor with my clothes soaked with sweat, Derek, my trainer, a 28 year old guy, came up to me and told me I had done well even though he noticed I wasn't focused, "You weren't yourself today Lane, you always give more. You need to relax, take a day or two to recover", I shook my head, exercise was what helped me release the built up tension from work, but that last day had been very different. I asked Tom, my assistant, to make an emergency appointment with my therapist, I needed to talk about what had happened. My thoughts were in a whirlwind, I felt like I couldn't distinguish between right and wrong. I knew I wasn't doing anything bad, but that didn't mean it couldn't cause me trouble, I was more worried about Danny that I hadn't stopped to think about the backlash his presence could cause in my recovery. I was incessantly rubbing my hands on the armrests of the couch when Dr. Stevens interrupted my obsessive activity. "Are you still rubbing things out of compulsion?" "What? No!" I exclaimed, snapping out of my mental lethargy. I took my hands off the edges of the couch and brought them to my thighs, where I unconsciously rubbed my hands again, then crossed my arms and pressed them to my chest. "It's not a bad thing" he said to me in his calm voice "It's an involuntary reaction to anxiety." "I know" I said, not entirely convinced, he hadn't been the one caught in the supermarket incessantly rubbing a cucumber, a carrot and a zucchini, "I know...it's been a while since I've done that..." "Since you started using the vibrating toys. Tell me, are you still using them?" "Uhm...yeah, just... actually last night I used them." "Well, that helped you cope with the anxiety caused by the transplant. It's understandable that you didn't want to touch your penis because of the fear of your accident, believe me, it's normal what you feel, although I must admit it's very interesting" I threw him a questioning look, "from a medical point of view" he clarified, "There is what is called as "ghost limb", people who have lost a limb feeling they still have it". "But I do!" "Exactly!" he said emphatically, "And despite that, you don't feel it like yours." "But that doesn't happen to other people." "A person who receives a heart or a kidney, they go on with their normal life, they feel that everything is fine, they don't know if their heart is smaller or bigger, if their lung was younger or older, simply the organ was perfect for them. The same thing happened with you, a series of criteria had to match for that organ to be for you, and no one else's." "And why do I feel this way..." I asked, confused. "It's all in your head" and he shrugged, excellent! 300 an hour for him to tell me that all is in my head, "We've been working on it for three years now, just a year after your accident and surgery, you came to me seeking help for many problems regarding the most intimate aspects of your life" I nodded, "You were afraid to touch your penis when showering, you started taking baths, letting your penis float and started using soft sponges. You avoided masturbating because you were afraid of hurting your penis, which led you to this compulsion to rub phallic objects in public places, we worked on it and found a solution." I sighed. I felt defeated. "Every morning, you have the daily reminder that that thing between your legs is not yours. You get out of the shower and look in the mirror, you notice something attached to you that hadn't been there for the first 40 years of your life. You know this because since you were a teenager, you knew its size, its weight, what made you feel when you touched it, and then everything changed. It's not uncommon for you to feel like a version of the Frankenstein's monster, only with a more subtle scar and instead of huge shoes, you have a big penis. It's not the end Lane" he told me, "We'll keep working on it" there was a brief silence, not awkward, more like a transition to the topic I was there for, "Now tell me about that boy". Dr. Stevens was an excellent sex therapist. I had come to him because of problems that arose during my recovery. He had helped me overcome my problems of anxiety and even depression caused by my frustration with the change in my sex life. Thanks to him I had lost my fear, fear to touch myself, to stimulate myself, to feel pleasure. He had suggested different alternatives, slow edging sessions, latex masturbators, until we found the elastic vibrating rings. At one point, and under his suggestion, I tried to get involved with a woman, but I couldn't... It was embarrassing. Then she suggested I hire an escort, maybe the emotional detachment to her and her being a complete stranger would help, but it didn't. "Do you want to know what I think? He asked as if he didn't know that's what I was there for, "Good. I think this is a good opportunity to heal." "For who?" I was confused. "For both of you. Mainly for you, but if more than one person can be helped, it's fine." "Didn't you hear me right, doctor? The kid practically ran away from home looking for me, and you want me to take advantage of the situation to heal?" I couldn't believe what he was suggesting. I was tempted to stand up and walk out of there right then and there. "It's just my opinion... about a decision you already made" he said staring at me, his countenance was calm as always. "Excuse me?" I asked confused, with a bit of indignation, "I haven't made a decision, that's what I'm here for, thinking a professional could give me some guidance." "Lane... relax..." he said, I tried to take a deep breath and exhale slowly, "Listen to what you told me," I remained seated but avoided his gaze proudly, still unable to believe his insinuation, "The boy found you and you agreed to talk to him, it could have ended there but no. You offered to help him get home" I continued without looking at him, "That's when you realized that he possibly ran away from home" I nodded without looking at him, "and it could have ended there..." "It's not that easy..." "Easy? Easy could have been to turn around and go back to work and let the kid go back home" "Alone?" "He got to you alone," I just snorted, "It might as well have been easy to call the police, the boy could be safe at home right now," I swallowed hard not wanting to admit the obvious, "But you wanted to take him in, you fed him and took him to your apartment." "And that was wrong? Helping a boy" I questioned him. "Not at all, but realize that you could have avoided the situation you got in with that boy from the beginning, but you decided to help him, but I also think that unconsciously you think he can help you." "How?" I asked on the verge of frustration, "He's just a boy, and a more damaged boy than me, he looked for me only because a part of his dead father is now attached to me." "And you told him that?" "Yes! Several times, but he kept insisting." "What did you tell him?" "That my penis is not his father." "Maybe you weren't clear." "What do you mean I wasn't clear? How should I tell him? That this fucking cock is mine?" I said that last a bit annoyed. Exactly!" shouted the therapist excitedly, "Now believe it." "Oh fuck" I exclaimed stunned at the argument. The truth was that Dr. Stevens should have suggested I do the right thing with Danny, which was to get him home as soon as possible, he was a minor away from home without his mother's permission, under no circumstances should I adjudicate responsibility for him, and I could get in trouble for it. But the possibility of a breakthrough in my recovery was enough to make the doctor look the other way. I headed back to my apartment after my session with Dr. Stevens, it was already lunch time so I thought I would go see Danny. I walked into the apartment and yelled "I'm home". Danny came out of the guest room, he was not in his underwear anymore, he was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt, I couldn't help noticing the loose space in his shorts, hiding the little monster he was carrying at his young age. "Do you want to go and grab something to eat?" "Sure!" he exclaimed. We went back to the restaurant we had gone to the day before, I had the chicken parmesan and Danny spaghetti and meatballs. "How was work?" he asked, slurping down a long strip of pasta. "Fine," I lied. Not that things were bad, but I hadn't been in the office all morning because of my emergency session with Dr. Stevens, which had stretched to two hours. Then it was my turn to ask "How was summer camp?". The boy didn't even flinch, having half a meatball in his mouth he said "Excellent!" "Oh yeah?", I asked intrigued, "What did you do?" "I slept in late, and explored a bit." "Really?", the boy nodded, "What else?" "I made myself breakfast," and I looked at him intently, "Don't worry, I didn't make a mess and I cleaned up the kitchen," I chuckled. Then I wanted to be serious, "Danny... We need to talk," and I set my fork and knife aside. "Uh-oh." "What are we going to do?", I asked first. "About what?" "You going back home." "But you promised," he said with a mixture of sadness and anger. "I said you could stay at my apartment today, and then we'd talk." "Please Lane..." Dr. Stevens suggested I be cautious about talking to Danny and try to get more information. He said, "The boy told you that he intends to go home, but that's not the important thing, it's how it was so easy for him to run away." "What do you mean?" I asked my therapist. "His mom should have signed a consent letter giving him permission to go to camp. If it was a school summer camp, why didn't she drop him off at the bus? Doesn't she talk to other moms? Isn't she aware of what happens to his son? It's quite odd, I think the boy doesn't get much attention at home, I wouldn't want to think that he is being abused..." I looked at Danny's sad eyes and sighed, "Danny... Why don't you want to go home?", The boy looked down. "Is everything okay? Are they hurting you? Your stepfather?" "No!" he raised his voice, "Everything is fine, they are good to me" he said, "Just..." "What's wrong Danny, you can tell me..." "They are a family without me" he said and his voice broke, "mom, my step dad and my little sister... she's his daughter, you know?" he clarified to me, "she was born just months after my dad died, They were already together!", and he started to cry. "Danny, I'm so sorry, I don't know what to tell you, but I understand that you feel that way, angry, sad, but that's no reason for you to run away from home." "I didn't run away from home!" he shouted, maybe I had assumed because of all the clues that had accumulated and despite what Danny was telling me "I just didn't want to spend the summer with them... I wanted to be with dad..." We finished eating in silence. I empathized with Danny even though I had never been through a similar situation, my parents loved each other, I lived in a home filled with love and I never imagined that either of them would be unfaithful. I understood that it was too much for Danny to have to deal with the death of a parent at such a young age and also to realize that his mom was getting over it so easily and quickly. We got in the car in total silence, I waited for a moment as a thousand ideas per nanosecond flashed through my mind. I remembered the talk with Dr. Stevens, "It may be an opportunity to heal." "Danny" I turned to look at him, the boy looked resigned, "How about we wait until Monday?" That day was Friday, and I thought maybe over the weekend we could both clear our minds and come to a more sensible conclusion. Immediately Danny looked back at me in surprise, his eyes opened wide and I noticed a glint in his green eyes. The boy rushed towards me and tried to wrap his arms around me in an awkward hug between the two seats. I responded to the hug and held him tightly. Friday went by uneventfully, Tom, my assistant, called me several times to deal with some issues and I answered emails from home. I came out of my office to find Danny in the living room, he was leaning on an armchair and I thought that spending the weekend in the apartment might be too boring for a 14 year old, so I proposed to him that the next day we would go to the country club. Danny agreed and seemed very excited. We watched another movie before going to bed. Again I took the opportunity to get naked and put the rings on my cock to stimulate myself with the vibration. I was lying with my cock on a pillow, and it pulsed with pleasure as it was stimulated at three points, the base, the center and just below the glans, I arched my back reaching climax as I tried to stifle a moan while holding the sheet with my fists. Streams of my jizz shot out after 40 minutes of stimulation. I got up early and took a shower. I grabbed some clothes and put them in a backpack and then left my room, the apartment was quiet as usual, then I headed to the guest room. I opened the door without knocking, assuming Danny was still lying down, but I found that the boy was not only awake, but standing in the middle of the room completely naked. "Oh! Sorry!" I said apologetically, "Uhm... I thought you were still asleep" I said from outside with the door ajar. "I'm almost ready" he said nonchalantly. "I came to give you a backpack, to carry a few things, we'll be spending the whole day at the country club." "Oh thanks, come on in" Danny said matter-of-factly. I opened the door again and stood just inside the doorway, Danny moved into the room quite naturally. Danny was not a skinny teenager, he was rather slim toned, I admired him more closely as he walked straight towards me to grab the backpack. I watched him pacing back and forth as he pulled things out of his duffle bag to put in the backpack. "Did you bring a bathing suit?" I asked. "Yes, remember I come prepared for camp." "Right" I laughed, "uhm... Well, I'll wait for you in the living room" I said before walking out. I shook my head to erase from my mind the heavy package wobbling between Danny's young thighs, it was striking the resemblance to mine - the one that was his father's - thick, even when flaccid, and a big glans that resembles a big mushroom. Danny got excited as soon as we arrived at the club, it was very nice and exclusive. The entrance looked like a huge mansion and inside it had all kinds of amenities, from restaurant, spa and event room, but the best was in the back, a huge area with pool, tennis courts, basketball, and the golf course. "What do you want to do first?" I asked. "Let's go to the pool!" he said excitedly. "Hey, but we haven't had breakfast yet!" "Damn!" he said somewhat disappointed, "We'll have to wait at least an hour to get in the pool." "We could have breakfast at the pool," I suggested. "Can we?!" he said dumbfounded at the idea and I chuckled. I took Danny to the locker room area and we chose two lockers together, put our backpacks on a bench and started to undress. Danny was telling me how fabulous he thought the place was and that he had never been to a country club, that the only pool he frequented was a public one in his neighborhood. As he was telling me all that, I stopped before taking off my underwear, I remembered the boy's insistence to see my penis and saying it was because he wanted to see his father again, then I remembered my therapist's advice, "look for a safe environment, one where it is normal that two or more men are naked, that is natural and leaves no room for misinterpretation." I took off my underwear and slyly followed Danny's actions, the boy was still talking about the public pool and that it was always crowded. He only fixed his eyes on my crotch for like two seconds and proceeded naturally. I sighed with relief that the situation wasn't awkward. "Oh shit!" said Danny. "What's wrong?" "I tore my bathing suit" he said in dismay, "It was kind of old but I thought it still fit" he said disappointed. "Don't worry, I'm sure they have some here at the store." Danny waited for me in the dressing room while I went to get a new bathing suit for him. I returned a few minutes later with a small bag with a new bathing suit and sandals. "What's this?" he asked as he took the bag. "Your bathing suit. Try it on." "It's like the ones the swim team wears." "Exactly. It's very comfortable," Danny put it on and it fit him perfectly, it was a medium blue brief swimsuit that I guessed could fit him, I hesitated whether to buy the small one, because he's a slim boy, but I thought about the tool he carries and it needed some room. "How should I?" he said with his hand inside trying to arrange his meat. "Just let it be. However you feel comfortable." Then we left the locker room heading to the pool, Danny was walking confidently, with a proud walk. I was wearing a short navy blue short with a white stripe and Danny his new swimsuit that showed a clear silhouette of what he was carrying. At one end of the pool, there is a bar, that morning I asked them to serve breakfast to Danny and me there. There was no objection to my request, and I didn't expect it given the amount I pay for being a member of the club. We ate some fruit, toast, eggs and orange juice. Danny looked very happy and I heard him giggling again when the waiter called him sir as he offered him more juice. "This is great" he said happily, and at that moment I felt I had done the right thing, if only for a weekend, to make the boy feel good. After breakfast we spent some time just wandering around the pool so I asked him if he had ever played tennis - as I thought golf might not be that interesting to him. Danny didn't object to trying tennis even though he had never tried it and without even knowing the rules, I told him not to worry, I wasn't an expert. We went back to the locker room to change, but first we had to take a shower after being in the pool, without further ado we undressed again, this time I did it with more confidence knowing that there was no major problem with Danny, on the contrary, I was surprised by the ease with which he moved around the place without anything on. We got in the showers and there were only three people. It was an open area with a dozen shower heads on the wall. Suddenly I was a little afraid that they would ask me about Danny and what our relationship was, but I relaxed thinking that every day men go to the club with their children and nobody questions them. The tennis match was fun, especially since neither of us was good at it, I suggested to Danny that we pay for a private lesson but he said it was more fun that way, making up our own rules. We ended up exhausted sitting on a bench, I bumped my fist on his shoulder letting him know he did great. "It's hot" Danny said, we were both sweating, "How about we go back to the pool?", I nodded. We had to go back to the locker room, by this time there were already more people. We stood in front of our lockers and commented on our game when out of nowhere I had a weird feeling, like I was being watched. Then I looked to the side, I could observe how two mature men were looking at Danny's waist and were smiling and whispering things to each other. They immediately turned around as they knew I caught them, I waited a moment staring at them until they left. "Don't worry" the boy said, "I'm used to it." "Used to what?" I was intrigued. "People staring...", I didn't say anything, "Dad always said that we shouldn't be ashamed of ourselves, they wish they had what we have", he smirked and looked at me with his expressive green eyes, I smiled at him and we continued putting on our swimsuits. We were in the pool for quite a while, we went from one end to the other and did some races between the two of us. I won the first two, but Danny had a lot of energy, he didn't get tired and I ended up giving up. "I won!" he shouted, jumping in the water. I walked over to him and grabbed him by the wrist to raise his hand as a sign that he was the winner. We both laughed. "What did I win?" he asked. "I didn't know there was supposed to be a prize," I said, "What would be an appropriate prize?" "To stay with you..." he didn't hesitate to say, "For the summer..." he added immediately. "Funny..." I only managed to say. I didn't have to clarify anything, we had an agreement to wait until the following Monday, but the truth was that I was having such a good time with Danny that I didn't think the idea was far-fetched. For lunch we ordered burgers that we ate on a table in a garden under an umbrella. Danny was eating it like he hadn't eaten in months. "Take it easy" I said, "You're going to choke." "It's really good." "Danny... that's really good advice your dad gave you." "Huh? Which one?" "That you shouldn't be ashamed of yourself." "Oh that." "Yes," I said. I didn't know how to broach the subject, but I was a little intrigued by the conversation in the locker room, "Uhm... You said you were used to people staring..." Danny then left half his burger on the plate and turned to look at me to get my full attention, "Lane, I know" he paused, then continued "I know it's big. I know we have a big dick" he shrugged, "What are we going to do? People say it's a good thing, but they still look at you like you're freak. It doesn't matter, it is what it is, we shouldn't be embarrassed." "I know" I concurred with him, "I mean, I came to understand it now..." he then proceeded to devour the other half of his burger. We walked around the golf course to show Danny the whole place, he asked me if I played golf to which I answered him that on rare occasions, I also told him that I rarely went to the country club as I prefer outdoor activities.. "Maybe we could do some of what you like, someday..." he said trying to get the idea into my head that he would be here more. "Sure" I replied putting my hand on his shoulder with my arm around his back, Danny without hesitation put his arm around my waist. At the boy's insistence, we returned a third time to the pool, I chose to stay floating in a corner while he swam back and forth and submerged trying to hold his breath. On the way to the locker room, when we decided it was time to change and go back to the apartment, we ran into two men coming out of a door, they were dressed in white cotton robes, they looked extremely relaxed. "What's in there?" asked Danny curiously. "It's the steam room." "Really?!" he said, impressed, "Can we get in?" "I thought you already wanted to go home?" "I've never been in a steam room," I paused thinking about the idea, we were both tired, and the sauna will help us relax our muscles. "Fine, let's go." "Great!" he expressed. Inside, in a small waiting room, an employee handed us a small towel. We went into a small changing room and I took off my bathing suit, then turned to look at Danny and he was already with the towel around his waist. "That was quick" I said. Then we walked to the fully fogged glass door. I opened the door and gave way to Danny. "It really is hot" he said as he set foot inside. There were two men already inside, one on each side and facing each other, I reached to grab Danny by the shoulder as vision was limited by the steam and told him to walk to the back. It was not a huge steam room, but it could fit up to ten people inside, but one always looks for the farthest place from the others. Danny and I sat at the opposite end of the door, the towel was wrapped around Danny's slender waist and mine barely covered my private parts. We sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the ambiance and relaxation. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Then I felt Dany move closer to me, I felt his soft young skin touch my bare leg and my arm. I opened my eyes and looked at him, Danny motioned me to look at one of the men accompanying us. He had removed his towel to place it around his neck, the man was completely naked letting the steam cover every corner of his mature and unathletic body. I shrugged my shoulders, it was a common practice in the place, and more so being among just men. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as I felt Danny's closeness more, then the boy whispered to me, "It's hot." I thought for a second and moved closer to ask him, "Do you want to get out?" to which he replied no. But then he said, "Can I lose the towel too?" to which I said, "Sure." I watched as Danny opened his towel uncovering his waist and sat on it. The boy sighed, as if he felt free of restraint. I liked how the boy was so free of insecurities, I wondered if it was something his dad had also taught him, I wondered if the reason Danny wanted to see my penis was because he used to be naked in front of his dad. I then remembered another part of the conversation I had with Dr. Stevens, "Why you Lane? The boy's dad must have saved many lives by donating his organs, why you? Why not the person who got his heart, or his kidney, or his corneas. Why did he have to look for the person who got his penis? I didn't know, it didn't seem strange to me but left me with a few questions. I felt very comfortable with Danny, his closeness, his joy. Then the door opened again, and one more person came in. A few minutes passed and two more men came in, and there were seven of us in total in the steam room. All adults, except for Danny, the only young boy among mature men. The last two just came in and sat on their towels totally exposed. Of everyone present I was the only one still covered, then I felt Danny approach me again, I never thought I would get words of encouragement from a boy his age, but the words he said hit me straight in my emotional trauma. "Be proud..." There was no reason for me to not be, so I simply took off my cover. I took a deep breath feeling comfortable with myself, I relaxed and as I hadn't experienced in a long time, I felt inner peace. It didn't take long to notice again the sensation of being watched, then I looked at the man who was closer to us, his eyes went from Danny's crotch to mine, we both looked at each other but instead of avoiding me when he saw himself caught he greeted me with a gesture, out of courtesy more than because we knew each other. "Is he your boy?" he asked. I didn't know what to answer at the time. Should I clarify the situation? Should I lie for his safety and say we were related? Or just let him assume. Before I could articulate any words my body responded involuntarily and out of nervousness by nodding my head. "The resemblance is undeniable" he then said, it felt odd, Danny and I didn't look alike, even if we wanted to pass ourselves off as father and son more than one would doubt it, but we were naked, and the only obvious resemblance was our cocks. I looked down slowly, perhaps because of the relaxed state I was in and the encouragement propitiated by Danny, my cock had begun to rise. It wasn't erect, but I was a little aroused. It was impossible to hide it, and closing my legs would make things worse by putting pressure on my swollen member. There was no solution but to let it be. It was then that my gaze went to my side, Danny was totally relaxed, his head resting on my arm and his legs apart, if someone wanted to explain the term "manspreading" they could very well use Danny as a reference, but the interesting thing was his dick, the boy was in full erection, a rock hard straight shaft. Danny noticed that and despite his lack of inhibition regarding nudity, showing his boner maybe didn't make him feel comfortable, the boy wanted to take his towel to cover himself but I leaned towards him and whispered, "Be proud". That was enough for Danny to forget his towel and let his biggest pride be seen, in support I put my arm over his shoulders and grabbed him towards me. "What a nice gift you gave your son" said another man, "I had to give mine a big truck, you know, to compensate..." Then Danny came over to me and asked if we could leave. I was putting on my robe in the small locker room with just him and me and I said, "I'm sorry Danny." "Why?" he asked me. "I didn't mean to put you in that vulnerable situation, I'm sorry if you felt uncomfortable." "Oh, you're talking about my boner in the steam room? No, not at all. Uhm... it's just that I want to take care of it. You know what I mean?" and he pointed to the obvious bulge that was noticeable over his robe. "Oh, of course" and I understood what he meant. "Is there a bathroom nearby?" "You mean to...?" I made the motion with my hand, waving with a clenched fist. He nodded unabashedly, "There are some private showers just off to the side of here." Those showers were for members who preferred the privacy of a separate shower. They were a few steps from the entrance to the sauna. We got in and there was no one to be seen, there were 4 stalls side by side, although they were independent the walls did not reach the ceiling and the door had an opening through which you could see people's feet. "I'll be outside," I said, but Danny immediately turned around quizzically. "You'll leave me alone?" "Well, I was thinking I'd take a shower once you're done, I thought you'd want some privacy." "Oh, no, no problem, you can stay." We left our robes hanging and got into the showers, immediately the water started running, I let the cold water cleanse my sweaty skin, I let the water run down on my head. I thought Danny had changed his mind and no longer had to take care of his business, but then I heard the characteristic thumping of skin, the water splashing with each movement and his breath hitching. Little moans echoed in the tile covered space, I didn't want to say anything, Danny was busy and I didn't want to interrupt him. The boy could be heard masturbating with an energy I had forgotten, I remembered my teenage years and the countless times I masturbated in the shower. I closed my eyes, pictured myself in my bed at my parents' house, lying there looking up at the ceiling with my pajamas halfway up my thighs and me energetically trying to pull my cock out. I leaned with one hand on the wall and lowered my head letting the water run down my back, my other hand I placed on my chest, I remembered the sensations of when I was young, discovering my teenage nipples getting hard as my fingers ran over them. I ran my hand down my abdomen and then down to my then sparse pubic hair. Then I noticed that I was hard, my shaft filled with blood, and despite the weight, it was horizontal because of its hardness, I was flooded with anxiety and grabbed it, I remembered how as a boy with my thin hand I could cover my length, but now one hand could not cover all its size. I pressed my cock to my body, as if taking care that nothing would happen to it, then I noticed the silence. "Lane...?" I heard Danny's voice. "Yes Danny? Are you done?" "No..." he said, "I wanted to know if you were doing it too." "OH...uhm...no..." I said. "Would you? Would you masturbate too?", I tried to come up with something but he caught me off guard, was it appropriate? I would agree as long as we stayed in our respective stalls, then I said, "Yes Danny." It could be a lie and I could pretend I was doing it, but for some reason Danny's request seemed innocent. I used to masturbate with a friend when I was a teen. Those sleepovers where one of us did it lying on the bed while the other one did it lying on a sleeping bag. Together, in the same mood, maybe thinking the same thing. I pressed my hard cock against me, I felt the heat from my body against the boiling heat emanating from my cock, I squeezed my hand feeling the thickness, then with my other hand I grabbed my swollen dick head and started rubbing, I took some soap and rubbed my glans with my soapy slippery fingers, I did it with a calm rhythm but the pleasure was immense, it had been a long time since I had stimulated myself with my own hands, I felt again that connection that you feel with yourself, a sensation that any vibrating ring doesn't give you in spite of the intensity. Suddenly the duo of moans reverberated in the room, our breaths agitated, Danny began to moan louder, I heard him mumble that he was close. "Me too" I said to him. That encouraged him and his climax was evident. I finished too, holding my cock against me, cum gushing like water from a spring to flow with the water falling from the shower. On our way to my apartment, Danny and I were listening to music and singing together as two good friends. I had had fun and I knew he did too. We were both tired, but at the same time relaxed, then Danny asked me. "Can we come back tomorrow?" I thought about it for a moment, went over what we had done all day and the first thing on my mind was that I had masturbated by myself again, I should try again. So I said, "Why not?"