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Shower At the "Y"

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Shower At the "Y" by It was almost at the point when I would normally have left the Y, but after the long vigorous swim I decided that a good shower was in order. I was one of only a small handful who were trusted with keys to the entire facility, and since the only one in the building was myself, my usual modesty about nudity around other men wasn't an issue. Having double-checked all the locks around the place prior to my usual laps, I walked into the locker area and took the bar of soap I kept in my equipment bag for just such an occasion. I walked into the spacious shower room with its' eight shower heads while my trunks were still dripping wet. I could tell that, once again Bill had used too much chlorine in the pool water as my trunks were thoroughly inundated with its smell. I knew right away that a rinse under the shower's strong jets would prevent all my stuff from carrying the same lingering scent. As peeled off the Speedo's, the waters' temperature was just getting to that perfect level of warm comfort. As I wrung out my trunks my thoughts suddenly turned to Carol. There at the Y today to do a few laps herself with a guest pass. My childhood crush who had poured her curves into a functional but quite immodest two-piece. When I saw how good she looked, I had to throw myself into the lesson I was giving just to keep my cock from tearing a hole in my trunks. But that had been hours ago and now, as I finished wringing-out the trunks and tossed them on the concrete bench to the side, I was alone. My dick stood at about half-mast, clinging to same memory I was trying to put out of my head. "Man, I got things to do tonight," I told myself in a vain hope of abating my slowly growing prick. I grabbed the soap and decided to lather -up and get on with my plans. I'll never know why, maybe I'm that fuckin' horny, but I've always rubbed the soap all over my dick and balls first. Maybe it's because even if that area isn't the filthiest, my thoughts about what I would do with it are. As I was finishing soaping-up I turned to face the streams of water. Instantly it was though I was fifteen all over again. After I had gone through the first hellish two years of puberty with my constant need for self release (one day I had stroked off eight times - all to glorious ejaculations!) I had learned a certain shower trick. I t was that wonderful little trick that I was thinking of now. The shower heads at the Y were of a vintage when water conservation and "water saver" devices were not yet known to us and as one gloriously powerful stream came down it caught the "spot." Right at the very tip of my penis. And just above the slit. From half-mast to a distinctly northward turn. A very hard north. In about the blink of an eye. Oh, the unreal ecstasy! I quickly re-lathered my entire pubic area and began to slowly milk my cock with my right hand while my left gently massaged my fingers side to side across my balls. With my knees slightly bent and my feet a little more than shoulders' width apart, I would alternate squeezing and pulling my seven inches (paying closest attention to the head) with my hands, stroking the front just under the head and carefully steering my hard-on under that one magic stream. My nuts, which had been drawn up a little when I was at half-mast were now locked tight against my pubic bone My stomach which has always been flat, is now being touched by the head of my prick. And, even with that, my erection feels as though it's still thickening, still lengthening, and growing ever harder with each passing second! My cock is so engorged with blood that the head is now purple. Even the slightest downturn is impossible with its' rigidity. And yet barely a couple of minutes have passed. I quickly give thanks for the privacy, knowing that I will have to take this all the way if my prick is ever to subside. But it may take a while. The feeling of that one stream of water on the very end of my dick is so intoxicating, so exquisite in it's fulfillment of my manhood, so completely addicting that I repeatedly pull out from the stream's flow. To stay under the influence of such an incredible feeling for too long, would surely cause one's death. But I so need to come I stick myself under the stream again and milk my cock a little faster than before. I can feel myself getting closer. My heart is pounding as though to tear itself out of my chest. It now has been almost ten minutes and each time I feel like I'm about to come I pull back out from the stream. My breathing is getting heavier and, as I look up for a moment to take a deep breath, I notice an extra shadow crossing my own. I whirl around, aghast at being found doing this. I can only pray that it's not the lone female who has a set of keys. As I try to cover my throbbing erection I see that it's Geoff, one of the college football guys who frequently comes in for water-resistance exercises after practice. Being a long-time life-guard, he too has keys. I try in vain to cover my engorged manhood, but it simply won't do. There is no more uncomfortable a spot for a straight man than to be found masturbating by another hetero male. I look at him and notice that he, too is nude. "Er, I forgot my trunks. The water pressure in this old place is amazing isn't it?," he notes. "Yeah. It sometimes is down right distracting." I reply. I can't help but notice that he's more than half-hard himself. It must have been from watching me, and for at least a couple of minutes. Despite the availability of six other shower heads available, Geoff chooses the one right next to mine. As he turns on the water he glances down at my erection and says to me (and I'll never forget this), " Sure looks like all that water pressure gets to all the good spots." I'm a bit taken aback but I return to slowly milking my cock, as Geoff lathers-up only his pubic area with my soap. Now that I'm fully hard again I stick my cock under the stream again. This time it feels even more glorious than before. Geoff's eyes almost pop out of his head when he sees this and sticks his own rod under a stream from his head. "Oh, SHIT!!" he exclaims as the water forms a small spray off the tip. " Is that why you were so distracted?" "Yeah. Feels good, don't it?"I answer, my voice a hoarse whisper as the stream finds the spot again. I start to pull on my dick while I again start to massage my balls. "This is almost too good a feeling," he says, his own voice growing more coarse as he too is now milking his johnson in between sticking it under his stream. This goes on for several minutes and as we get more comfortable with each other, comments such as, "try this angle," "hold it like…" or "this is a good spot, too." I've grown comfortable with a strange realization. I'm with another man in a place where someone could easily find us if they wanted, watching each other jerk-off! The static energy of two men letting down their sexual vulnerabilities is almost too much too bear. As we continue on like this for several minutes I look at Geoff and see that his eyes are rolling back in his head. Every few moments He lets out a small, medium pitched "Mmmmmm oh yes." As he stands for several long seconds with that ebony cock under the stream, his knees, now shaky from all the sexual output start to momentarily buckle. As I do the same I realize I'm getting very close. I have had my dick under the same stream for almost a minute. I quickly grab the soap and re-lather and start to pump my cock a little faster. I look dead-on at Geoff and realize he is dangerously close to orgasm as well. I turn to almost face him with my legs farther apart than before, with my sex sticking out farther than any other part and see Geoff follow suit. I'm pumping my dick for all it's worth and Geoff is picking up his pace as well. "Oh…Oohhhh God yeah, yeah, yeah!! As my knees buckle almost completely the surging warmth of ecstasy floods over me and I shoot into the air at eye level. With the helplessness clear in my eyes I see Geoff pump one last time before he, too explodes with a yelp of, "Ohh…Christ!!… Jeez." Two long ropes of jism for a moment form an "X" in the steamy air before splashing down. As my knees touch the floor, two more thinner cords of come jump forth from my spasming cock. I notice that a small bit of Geoff's come has landed on my foot. I look to see Geoff, knees weak, holding on to the shower knobs as a smaller rope of jizz shoots on the wall before him. "Boy, that water pressure is good!," he breathlessly says. I notice that both of us, while completely spent, are still absolutely hard. Wordlessly both of us clean ourselves off, clean off the showers, and leave.