Date: Sun, 22 Sep 2019 21:33:39 -0700 From: Mathew Reeve Subject: Shower-Buddy-1 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: This story contains sexual situations between adult males. It is based on a very recent encounter, my first encounter with another guy since my teenage years of experimentation. If you find material of this nature offensive then you should not read any further. All characters in this story are over the age of 21. If you are under 18 years old in the US or under 16 in the UK you are not legally allowed to read this story. This is purely a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living or dead, or to any events that may have occurred, are purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights in this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed (except by the websites to which it has been posted) without the consent of the author. Nifty does not exist without donations. If you enjoy these stories, please donate here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html CONTACT/FEEDBACK: If you have any feedback or just want to chat (or any other ideas) I would really appreciate it. I will try to incorporate as many suggestions about the story and characters into subsequent chapters whenever possible. Feel free to email me at mreeves5819 AT gmail.com ============================== The pool I swam at most weekday evenings wasn't big and there weren't many people that used it. It was later in the evening, around the time most people were at home eating dinner, but it made it the perfect time for me to swim. I used the time to unwind and relax after a long day at work. My usual routine was to swim for roughly forty-five minutes to an hour, take a hot shower and head home. I usually got out of the pool around 8:20pm and pool manager closed the pool at 8:30pm. He would check the pool and give three loud knocks on the door to signal that the doors were locked and to head out the side door to the parking lot. They didn't wait for us to finish up in the locker room and as long as we made sure the door was closed behind us, everything worked out. Usually I was alone that late at night, but a few times in the past couple of weeks, there was another guy swimming late as well. He was in his mid to late thirties, about 6' tall and 170 pounds. He had closely cropped hair and a firm and toned swimmer's body with a light dusting of body hair on his chest that trailed down his rippled ab muscles. He had thick legs and he had obviously been swimming for a long time, his form and technique was excellent. We said "hi" to each other in passing but generally kept to ourselves in the pool. When we were in the locker room, we gave each other the occasional nod but again kept our distance. The shower area was open stalls, four poles with four showerheads on each. I usually showered at the same one each night and when he showered, he kept his distance. As the weeks went on, we introduced ourselves to each other. His name was Mark. He would come more often and we would talk about work and swimming and our workouts after our nightly swims. He gradually moved closer and we ended up showering under the same bank of showerheads. I have never been attracted to another guy before. Sure, I've measured myself up against other guys before but never what I thought was in a sexual way. More of a measure of how I stack up or if I was still in good enough shape. I wasn't as young as Mark. He was 37 and I a few years older at 42. I'd be swimming my entire life and had kept in excellent shape, at 6'2'' and 190 pounds, my biggest accomplishment was I still had visible abs. I had never been too hairy and only had a small patch of hair on my chest and a treasure trail of hair from my naval down. I've always showered naked and only stole occasional glances at other men in the shower or while in the locker room. Again, I never thought of it as sexual, I think it's just human nature to compare yourself to others. I have never been shy about being nude and have really never seen any reason to be ashamed. I have an average sized cock, at roughly 5 inches soft and a hefty set of balls. I keep myself trimmed, but not hairless, just managed. Except for the occasional errant thought, I never plumped up in the locker room. My almost 7 inch cock would be noticeable if I ever did. Mark was different. He always showered in his suit. Then he changed at a different bench than I did and always wrapped a towel around himself when he swapped his suit for his underwear. I just thought the guy was shy. As Mark and I gradually got more comfortable with each other, I saw that he slowly started to change his routine. As we were taking a shower one night, he looked slightly nervous and kept looking around the locker room. I turned to rinse the shampoo out of my hair and my head was still under the spray and looking down. I saw him bend over and step out of his swimsuit. I stayed that way for a few extra moments and looked at him. It was the first time I'd see him naked. I'd guessed, of course, what he would look like, a Speedo doesn't leave much to the imagination. His cock was about 6 inches and he had a full bush of hair. And from the brief glance I could see, he was a little hard. I finished rinsing my hair and turned around. He had hung his suit on the shower knob, right next to mine. I made a mental note to not mention anything about his sudden change in routine and continued our casual conversation about how his boss was an asshole. In the days that followed, Mark removed his suit earlier and earlier during the shower until he stripped his suit at the beginning when I did. He also gradually moved closer and closer to the bench I would change at. Gradually, he also stopped changing with a towel. I thought it was refreshing to see how a somewhat younger guy had overcome his shyness about male nudity and just accepted it as part of being in a locker room with other guys. I was keenly aware however, that his cock never appeared to be fully flaccid. About a month later, Mark and I were showering together after a particularly exhaustive workout. We had begun swimming together and I found I liked the company and the competition. The three loud knocks sounded on the door from the pool and I heard the familiar sound of the door locking. "You don't talk much about your personal life," I said to Mark, trying to dig a little deeper into my new friend's life. "Beyond work and workouts." "Yeah, I generally keep to myself. These swims are generally the only time I have to myself outside of work, so I don't have much of a personal life," he said. "Girlfriend or anything?" I asked. He knew that I had been a lifelong bachelor. "Nah, not enough time. My last one was upset that I got called into work all the time and stayed late," he said. "Most nights I finish swimming here with you and head back to work or I work from home." "Geeze man, you need some balance!" I said. "Too true, Jack, too true," he responded. "Well if you ever need anything, you let me know," I said while turning from the shower spray to face him. I stood there for about a minute, then turned toward him. From the floor, my eyes followed his body and abruptly stopped at his cock, which was sticking straight out from his body, almost 8 inches pointing straight at me. I blushed and tried to recover trying to look away and to the side, then up at him. He saw my reaction. He briefly paused and then turned his body away from mine. The bright white skin of his ass stood out against the rest of his tanned skin, his Speedo tan line evident. In that moment, I don't know what came over me. A tingling sensation stirred my own cock and I felt it begin to rise. In a matter of moments, I was fully hard. Mark continued washing himself, completely ignoring his erection and saying nothing of mine when he turned back toward me. His eyes met mine and I blushed and turned away. "Nothing to be ashamed about man," he said. "My fault for starting it. Fucking thing is hard as a rock. I haven't had a chance to jerk off in about a week. Thing has a mind of its own," he said and grabbed his cock and gave it a good shake. "Yeah, it's been awhile for me too," I said. I found my hand snaking itself around the base of my shaft. Mark had his hand loosely around his member as well and gave it a long tug. Much more than just washing himself. I found myself doing the same. He stepped closer to me and his hand left his cock. It travelled the short distance between us and he wrapped his fist around my cock. I looked up, met his eyes and swallowed involuntarily. Mark gave my cock a little tug and sent chills up and down my spine. "This okay?" he said. My right hand closed the distance and I grabbed the base of his hard cock. "Take that as a yes," he said. I nodded. I had never touched another guys cock before, let alone hard. What's more, I had never let another guy touch my hard cock before or even been in a situation where it would happen. Right now though, it just felt right. I'd been busy at work and haven't taken care of myself in a few days. The tension had been building up and, oh, did Mark's hand feel so good wrapped around my cock. I let out a soft moan and Mark stepped closer to give me better access to his cock. I turned and we faced each other and began stroking each other's cocks. My eyes transfixed on the scene playing between us. I'd seen hard cocks before in porn, but never anyone else's in real life. It was a surreal feeling. His cock felt familiar in my hand, yet different. We were both cut and had thick mushroom heads, his was slightly longer than mine but I had more girth than he did. We stroked each other for a few minutes in total silence, the only sound coming from the patter of water showing down around us and draining under our feet. I felt my breathing increase and looked up and saw that Mark was staring intensely at the scene playing out between us, his mouth slightly open and a look of ecstasy over his face. His eyes moved up and met mine. "I've never done something like this before," I said. "Neither have I," Mark said. "It feels good though." "It does," I groaned in response. "I don't know how much longer I can last." Mark got closer and started fondling my balls. That sent new waves of pleasure throughout my body and my knees almost buckled. I recovered and reciprocated the gesture. I kept stroking his shaft, spending extra attention and varying the pressure to the area right under his head, the spot that gave me the most intense feelings of pleasure. Mark started panting and I felt as his cock became even harder in my hand. "I'm close," Mark said. I bucked my hips and he squeezed my cock harder in response. In that moment, I wanted it to last forever. The simple joy of the continued feelings of pleasure, without anything else to interfere with it, was something I'd never experienced before. I felt Mark shift his bodyweight and his balls tightened and retracted closer to his body. I was holding myself on the edge of orgasam for the last minute or so, trying to prolong the experience. His hand came off my balls and gripped my shoulder hard. He started involuntarily shaking as he spewed thick ropes of cum across my stomach and cock. As he did, I let go and unleashed my orgasam. I gripped his shoulder in return and counted two, three, four shots of cum as they sprayed with force onto him. I kept stroking as did he, our cum mixing as the orgasams subsided. We were slightly bent over and our heads on each other's shoulders as it ended. I let my hand drop of his cock but he took his time withdrawing from mine. I shuddered again as he removed his hand. He moved his arm from my shoulder and placed it behind my neck and looked up. "Damn, that felt good," Mark said. I exhaled, nodded and looked him in the eye. "It did," I replied. We separated and Mark grabbed the body wash. The cum was already starting to congeal in the hot water. "Looks like we're going to have to clean up," Mark said. "Don't want anyone finding any of this in the morning." He gestured to the cum that covered both of us, the shower pole and the floor. Feeling bold, I took the soap from him and poured a little in my hand. "Let me help you with that," I said and we washed up. I cleaned my cum off him and he cleaned his off me. Our cocks softened but not to the point of total flaccidity. As I ran my hands over his solid body, I couldn't help but think that I shouldn't have done this sooner.