Date: Sun, 12 May 2013 16:35:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Summer Shower

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Summer Shower

My friends were fourteen. I was thirteen. We fooled around all summer when
school was out. We did everything that boys do with endless days of pure
freedom.

It was early in the summer and we were at the pool, very late in the
afternoon, before supper time. Most of the kids and families had left
earlier. We, too, had gotten out of the water and went into the locker room
to change.

"Hey, let's shower the chlorine off."

We went to the showers, stripped off our Speedos, and got naked; there was
no one around. We, of course, started playing grab-ass. Ass wasn't the only
thing being grabbed. Being the youngest, I was the low man on the totem
pole.

"I gotta piss," Chris declared.

"Me too," John added.

"Stand still," Chris ordered.

The order was directed at me. Both of my pals shook their hooded cocks to
get their urine to flow. John's was the biggest. It was fat and
thick. Chris had the most pubic hair. First one, then the other, of my pals
started their stream of urine. They peed on my smaller cock and balls. My
testicles jumped up when John's copious yellow stream hit them. Soon, a
steady flow ran down my smooth lower abdomen, over my limp cock and off the
tip of my foreskin. The flowing yellow liquid ran coursing over the short
growth of pubic hair on the side of my cock and off my just darkening
scrotum. It felt good. Even though I didn't have a choice, I liked being
peed on.  I peed on the shower floor after they had finished peeing on
me. John grabbed my cock when I was pissing. My pee sprayed all over. That
made it more fun.

I liked John the best, he wasn't mean like Chris. Chris thought it was
funny to poke or punch another guy in the crotch. It hurt. John had the
best tan of us three. I liked looking at his naked white butt.  A lot.

When we had finished, there began a standing wrestling match. We grabbed
each other's wet flesh under the running water of the shower. Then Chris
got behind me. He started rubbing himself on me. I could feel him get
hard. After a minute or so, he stood up and masturbated openly under the
shower. John and I watched. John flopped his cock every once in a while; I
squeezed my glans under my foreskin. We tried not to get hard.

After a minute or so, Chris called out, "Here it comes."

Chris shot four white ropes several inches into the air before they fell on
the wet tile of the shower floor. It washed away as Chris enjoyed idly
manipulating his foreskin on his deflating cock.

John came up to me, took me by the shoulders under the running water, and
started rubbing his half-stiffened cock against my mine. I got hard
fast. The feel of John's half-unhooded, purple glans made me tingle with
excitement.

Chris came up and started fingering my ass. I gasped.

"Oh!"

I wiggled trying to avoid being fingered.  John soon turned aside and
started masturbating. Chris rubbed his limp penis and hairy scrotum on my
thigh as we both watched John masturbate. He had the biggest cock. He took
the longest to come. I liked the face he made as he concentrated; John
lightly bit is lower lip with his slightly bucked front teeth.  He grunted
as he shot.

Chris snuck around and grabbed John in a wrestling hold.  Chris was half
jokingly trying to force John's head down toward his penis. They were both
laughing. I got behind John and reached around for his hanging cock. I
grabbed John's thick cockhead and pulled his foreskin back and forth a few
times in my thumb and forefinger. It was still slick. Being forced down by
Chris made John push his wet buttocks up against my penis. I began humping
his wet butt. With the water from the shower flowing over us, John's ass
was slick and hot. Within seconds I came from the combined sensations of my
penis rubbing over John's bottom and my hand grabbing his fat cock.

I was embarrassed and hoped that John didn't notice. I think he did, but he
didn't say anything. I hoped that the water would quickly wash away the two
or three small spurts of my milky fluid. It did.

We finished showering, wrung out our suits, put them, as well as our jeans,
T-shirts and shoes, on and went home to dinner.

There were weeks and weeks of summer to come.

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If this story seems a little undeveloped compared to others I have written
it is because I tried write this story in an only hour.  I didn't succeed;
it took about an hour and half with editing.  I wanted to try to do
something more spontaneous and impressionistic rather than solely
narrative.  Let me know if it worked for you.


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