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College Showers

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 12 May 1998 1 comments
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by Trout I was a major jacker in college. However I lived in a dorm with a communal shower and restroom so that was usually not the place for action. The room was my usual spot of choice. I went to a central Texas college with a high percent of cowboys (or kickers). There was one group in my dorm that verbally abused any guy with long hair and foreign students. Their were two little guys who did most of the insulting and one big guy who laughed at their comments. The big guy was called Big George in our dorm. He was from somewhere in the Texas panhandle. It was one weekend when there was no basketball game there so most people left town to go home or go somewhere that had things to do. There were only a few guys on our floor left. It was late one Saturday night and I had gotten home from the local watering hole. I smelled of old beer and cigarettes so I decided to take a shower. I stripped down, donned my towel and shower shoes, grabbed soap and shampoo and headed to the shower. I could hear a shower going and thought that it was strange someone else was showering at 2:00 AM. I walked in the bathroom and headed toward the shower. I put down my stuff, dropped my towel and turned to walk in the shower. I did't have my glasses on, but I could see Big George in the shower with his hand around a big cock jerking fast. His eyes were closed so he didn't see me. It was obvious why he was called Big George and I had thought he was called that because of his stature. He heard me turn on a shower and he jumped. I started showering. George said, "I supposed you are going to tell everybody about this." I answered, " It is none of their business how you take a shower. But you should really listen for the door. I am right here so I'll keep my eye on the door for you." Hardly anyone was there so I knew no one else would walk in and I could see the entrance door. He soaped himself down, but his huge erection had not diminished a bit. I showered with one eye on the door. He had turned his back to me but then he turned with his back to the water and he was stroking slowly again. He did this for a while and then started working his dickhead real fast. He did some long hard strokes and I could tell by his breathing he was getting close. He came hard, a huge white glob ran down the length of his shaft. He milked it dry and then showered his cock and hand. George then turned to me and said, " Well, it is obvious you liked that." I then realized I had a boner even though my shower water was cool. He then said, " Let's trade showers and I will keep an eye on the door." It sounded like a good idea to me. So I moved to the far end where he had been and he moved to near the shower entrance. I grabbed my cock and pulled it slow but he had gotten me hard as a rock and I had not jacked for several days so I had a lot of pressure built up. I knew I was getting close and I wanted to build pressure so I would squeeze the base hard when I knew an orgasm was eminent. I did this several times. I finally leaned way back with the water running over my shoulders and jerked it until I came. I knew that since I had built up pressure it would shot far. It shot out at least 3 feet across the shower. George said, "Damn!" It must have been a good show because he was erect again after just jacking off. We finished showering, toweled off, and went our separate ways. He went back toward his end of the hall and I went toward my room. The next Monday I was at my bike and George and his two kicker buddies were walking out the door and one of the guys made some comment about my hair and my sandals. George hit him in the shoulder and said, "Don't bother him!" That was the only session we ever had and I did see him and say Hi at a Class Reunion. That was one of the wildest jackoff's I had in college. And I have some other great stories.