Campsite Shower Room

Tod was touring Europe with his best mate, Ryan. They had both decided, the previous year, to take a few months off work and go out and see some of the world. They’d been away from London for two months and so far hadn’t seen much of anything except bars, night clubs and trains. They’d made it to Berlin and had decided to stay for a few days, rather than keep travelling. The tent was set up in its own secluded spot by a lake and the campsite was clean and cheap, so they could allow themselves the luxury of having a settled base for a while.

The previous evening they had stayed at their tent, drinking inexpensive wine and talking over school days, what their colleagues would be doing back in the office and previous sexual conquests. Talking about the kind of things they liked to get up to had made both of them horny, but the wine had made them incapable of doing anything about it. Not that they would have done. They were just mates and had no intention of sleeping together. Besides, Tod was into older, straight looking guys and Ryan was into younger ones. Both friends were the same age, thirty three, and neither fancied the other. So nothing would have happened apart from individual wanking off in their sleeping bags. At about midnight they’d both called in a night and staggered into the tent as best they could after the hard drinking session.

Morning came with a vengeance and Tod was woken by the sound of Ryan’s heavy snores. The first thing he felt was the thumping of his head and the second was the stiffness of his cock. He needed to piss and he needed to get rid of the headache. He managed to avoid treading on his sleeping mate as he crawled from the tent. The sun was just coming up over the lake and he knew it was early, too early to be getting up. But once he was awake that was it. 

He looked around and decided that due to the early hour it would be safe enough to go up to the toilet block in just his boxers. But then he may as well take a shower while he was there, a cold one would take his mind off his headache and so he reached back in for his towel.

The shower block was empty and cold as he entered. There was a distinct smell of bleach mixed with stale piss that caused him to cough slightly as he stood and relieved himself at the trough. He looked down at his feet to make sure the floor was clean and was pleased to see that it was. The shower cubicles were clean too. The tiled floors shined and reflected his body back up at him. He looked down, saw himself from underneath and grinned a bit. From that angle his cock looked longer than the few inches it had now shrunk down to and his balls looked bigger and hairier. He began playing with them.

It was something about being alone and naked in a public place that started to turn him on. The fact that someone could walk in at any time and take a shower in the next cubicle without realising that he was standing next to them, wanking. He ran the shower and waited for the water to get to a reasonable temperature before standing under it for a second to test it. It felt just fine so he turned his back and let the pressure of the jet massage his shoulders in the hope that it would take away the pounding in his head. 

He started pulling at his cock, teasing it by stretching his foreskin out in front and then slowly drawing it all the way back so that the air could circulate around the tip. Slowly, backwards and forwards until he was a little harder. Then he turned to face the water and let that manipulate his shaft a bit, imagining it was someone else’s hands around it. As it grew stiffer he thrust his hips forward so that the jet of warm water could concentrate on his groin, hitting him at the base of his cock. Pulling back a little way the water ran along the length of his shaft until it hit against his knob. That felt good. If he closed his eyes he could almost imagine someone was down there licking it and sliding it into their throat. Now that would be really good.

His hands strayed around to his arse and he clasped one cheek in each hand, pulling his crack wide apart so that the air could tickle his hole. But the air wasn’t enough and he was soon turned again, aiming the shower jet against his anus, causing it to contract as if someone else was rimming him, exploring his hairy crack with their tongue.

He opened his eyes to look down at his reflection in the shiny floor. There were his legs, sturdy and firm, and his balls, hanging even lower now, swinging as he gyrated his arse against the water. And there was his cock, the foreskin pulled back part way over his knob, showing half of the glistening wet head. And his shaft looked impressive from both above and below, tough and thick, rigged and standing solidly out from his black bushy mat of hair.

And there was another pair of feet only a few inches away.

Tod blinked a couple of times before he realised how that was possible. The cubicles were separated by a tiled wall that did not meet at the floor. There was a gap of about twelve inches and, thanks to the reflective flooring, it was possible to see the guy standing in the next shower. Possible to see some of him at any rate.

Tod let go of his arse and studied the view more closely. Someone was next door and was showering. He had no idea how long they’d been there or if they’d seen his reflection in the tiles yet. But the other guy was standing still. His legs were tanned, a little hairy, but not as much as Tods. And his feet were long and wide. Quite a solidly built guy from what Tod could see. He crouched a little, pretending to reach down for his shampoo, to see how much of the other guy he could view in the mirror like tiles. The legs weren’t too long from what he could make out, the guy was solid but short, stocky even. And judging by the fact that Tod could see only the back of his legs, he was facing away. That was good, he could crouch right down and see more reflection without the other guy noticing. He could hear the heavy splash of water as the man washed soap from his body. 

And then, almost on his knees, he could see the guy’s backside. Dark skinned, compact and firm. Nice. Not too smooth either which was good. He wondered how old this guy was, there was no sign of grey hair, but he was clearly a man, not a kid. Tod crouched as low as he could go, so low that his arse was touching the floor, and tried to get an angle on the upper part of the body. If he craned his neck just a little more he could…

A cold blackness overcame him and the world turned on its head.

‘Are you ok?’ a strange voice was asking him.

The world came back to life again and Tod realised he was looking up. Standing over him was a short guy with a round face, stocky, hair covered chest and a short, fat dick. The guy from the next shower? Tod looked at the legs, yup that was him. 

‘Guess you slipped, these floors are dangerous,’ the guy said and offered a hand to pull Tod back to his feet.

But Tod didn’t take the hand. Instead he righted himself onto his knees, grabbed the guy’s thighs and wrapped his lips around the short cock.

‘What the…..hey, get off…’ the guy started to protest and pushed back at Tod’s head with his hands.

Tod held tighter to the thighs and sucked hard. The other guy tried to push him off but Tod was stronger. He thought, ‘he’ll either smack me around the head or give in. If he smacks me I’ll blame concussion.’ It was a weird thing to be thinking and he didn’t pause to wonder why he’d suddenly gone for the guy like this. All he knew was that the world was still spinning a bit and the cock tasted good.

‘Get the fuck off, I aint queer…’ the guy swore down at him and tried to knee Tod in the chest. But the cock was already getting stiffer and the protest seemed weak. Tod’s nose buried into the man’s furry crotch and he felt him firming up against his tongue. He clamped his lips tighter and flicked his tongue from side to side as he drew back, until he reached the tip. He probed the slit for a moment and then slid his hands around to the guy’s arse as he dived back down on the length of fat meat.

The other guy said nothing else apart from, ‘Jesus, I’m straight…’ and stopped trying to push Tod off. He kept his hands on Tod’s head but instead of pushing him away, pulled him towards his groin. The guy’s cock slammed to the back of Tod’s throat and he knew he’d caught him. There was only one way this was going to end.

Tod’s fingers started to claw at the guy’s firm arse cheeks, pulling them apart like he had done to himself. The shower was still throwing warm water down onto the two of them and Tod could feel it hammering at his hands. He knew where he wanted it to go.