More Strangers in the Camping Showers

Following on from my experience a couple of nights ago, last night I returned to the communal showers for a quick wash before bed. From the second I slung my towel over my shoulder and zipped shut the tent, my dick decided to pitch a tent of its own in anticipation and I struggled to hide it as I walked up the well lit path to the shower block. Somehow I made it without any awakened or embarrassing encounters and I found myself swallowing hard as I pushed open the heavy door and stepped into the warm, damp air inside.

I could hear the showers running as the door clicked shut behind myself and I strode across to the bench opposite the showers, hung up my towel and stripped off, acutely aware that I was being watched. Precum dripped from my cock as it sprang from my grey briefs, but I didn’t worry too much and reached into my bag, rummaging around for my soap before turning and scanning the showers.

My eyes immediately met those of the married man from the other night who raised a teasing eyebrow and squeezed his throbbing manhood towards me with one hand as the other lathered his toned, hairy chest. I winked and stepped cautiously across the wet floor towards the nearest empty shower, smiling at the man to my right before realising that he was wanking himself off and not even trying to hide it. I fumbled to turn on the water and relaxed beneath the m hot blast that washed over my sweaty body; we’d spent the past two days hiking across the south coast and I was more than ready to wash.

Closing my eyes I lathered up and began washing my body from chest to balls. As I began to soap up my leaking dick I opened my eyes in surprise as a strong hand cupped my hairy arse cheek and a strange finger probed at my tight hole. I swallowed, surprised but ready for fun. Another hand wrapped a round my throbbing dick and a stubbled cheek brushed across my own, whispering into my ear.

“Nice to see you again.” The married man. Warm breath tickled my ear and I felt a wet cock join the fingers probing my hole. I couldn’t help but be reminded of the numerous times I’d spent with my best friends dad, Dave. He loved stretching my hole to its limits, both with his fingers and his fat cock. Occasionally, he’d even managed to slip a toy it with his dick and just once, recently, I’d managed to take both his and his apprentices huge cock. I’ll save that for about her day, though.

The bare cock pressed harder against my arse and I relaxed myself against it before taking a sharp breath as both the cock and two fingers slipped inside of me. Fucking hell, I wasn’t quiet ready for that, and they both paused for a second before I heard one of them spit and then, in unison, cock and fingers began pushing deeper into my guts.

Lips met mine and I hungrily returned a deep, probing wet snog, tongues dancing and twirling sloppily around one another as my arse stretched around both cock and fingers. I groaned in pleasure and pushed backwards, easing both as deep as I could manage. Fuck, it felt good.

I’m sure a third finger slipped in with the other two, stretching me further than I ever had been stretched before and I growled in delight, knees weak as I lost myself in the moment and let the men use me. I heard  breathing grow deeper, an urgent panting followed by the familiar jet of hot cum across my arse and the cock and fingers buried inside me worked harder, faster. Wet footsteps quickly disappeared back across the shower room.

The man fucking me cried out and thrust hard into my guts and I knew he’d blown inside me. I pushed backwards against his pulsing dick, squeezing my hole, hungry to milk every drop of cum from his tight balls.

He thrust again and moaned, and I felt his cock slip from my hole, only to be replaced by a forth finger and I practically felt my knees buckle in pleasure. Fuck, I cried out loud as the fingers left my arse and another cock, I assume the man who was fingering me, pushing into my guts.

The stranger got straight to work fucking my loose, wet hole, pounding hard and with purpose as the first load leaked over my my arse and the second from my hole. I could barely catch my breath as he drilled me like a machine and I found myself begging for him to blow his load.

“Cum inside me,” I moaned like a desperate slut and he obliged. Just seconds later he gasped that he was cumming and grabbed my hips with his meaty hands, flooding my sloppy hole with his load, briefly pulling out to push the first load blown over my hairy arse into my hole.

“Fuck,” I gasped as he pulled his dick out of my ass, hands leaning on the cold tiles of the shower wall, water still blasting down from above. Before I could catch my breath another cock pressed against my dripping hole and I hungrily pushed back against it, no idea where it had come from but eager for more.

I’d never been fucked like this before, never been used by so many strange men and I loved every second of it. The stranger must have been close because he’d barely slid down to his balls when I felt the familiar pulse of his shaft and he grunted as he released inside me.

“Fuck,” I whispered, and I felt warm lips press against my neck, hands gripping my shoulders. I pushed my arse into his groin as he kept his softening manhood inside me, enjoying the feeling of my hole being stretched and cum leaking down the strangers balls and legs.

“Shall I get your towel?” The stranger whispered, startling me as I realised it was the ‘friend’ I was on holiday with…