Shower room

When I was a senior in high school, I began swimming every morning at my school’s pool. It was open to all community members, however, few took advantage. Typically, only myself and five or six others worked out there in the mornings, and sometimes there were significantly fewer. Every other swimmer was older; many were senior citizens and others were middle-aged. I got to know some of them, and genuinely enjoyed my daily morning ritual. One March morning, I was one of three swimmers who made it out. An older woman and a forty-year-old man, Tim, accompanied me on my hour-long workout. Following the workout, I took a shower. Upon entering the shower room, I was alone. I chose a shower, and turned it on, allowing the hot water to soothe my aching muscles. I soon pulled off my trunks, and enjoyed the shower in the nude, something I especially liked doing. I then heard the locker room door open, and saw Tim walk in. We greeted each other. I did not know him very well, but we had talked on several occasions. He was thin and tall, with dark hair and a dark moustache. He had a swimmer’s build, as I do. A small patch of dark hair lightly covered his chest. He stood before a shower head about five feet from mine, and removed his trunks, revealing his lucid penis. We each showered for several minutes in silence. I loved showering with other men. At the time, I did not derive any sexual pleasure from it, but it made me feel manly. To wash my backside, I spread my cheeks, bent over, and let the water stream clean. When doing this, I heard Tim’s laughter. Embarrassed, I inquired, “What’s so funny?” “Nothing...it’s just the way you’re washing.” “So, I just don’t want to have to feel around back there.” “Why not?” “It’s gross. Why, how do you wash?” “It’s not gross, look.” Tim lathered up his hand with soap from a nearby dispenser. He spread his legs, hunched slightly forward, and brought his soapy hand to his ass. “See,” he said. I stared at this man, with a disgusted expression. “You think that’s gross...” Tim retrieved more soap from the dispenser, and lathered up once more. He then took his index finger and slowly pushed it inside his hole. “Man, that’s so weird,” I exclaimed. “You try it,” Tim challenged me. He pulled his finger out, stood, and walked towards me. He then bent over, his backside towards me. “Do it,” he commanded. I was nervous, disgusted, but intrigued. I too took some soap from the dispenser and lathered up. As he had, I brought my index finger up to his hole. Unsure, I rested the tip on the entrance. Finally, I mustered enough confidence to insert my finger inside. I pushed with little effort, and fit the first digit inside. The muscle was tight around my finger, and I rested it there for a minute. I then pushed it all the way in. I felt around the warm cavity. “See, it’s not that bad,” Tim gloated over his shoulder. I conceded that it wasn’t in fact that bad. “Pump it in and out a little,” Tim commanded. I did as he said, working the finger in and out with ease. “Try getting a second one up there,” Tim suggested.” I pulled out the index, then reinserted it along with the middle finger, this time with more resistance. I again started working his ass with my fingers. I soon realized that I was moving my own hips into Tim’s as I drove my finger into him. Also, my limp dick was starting to harden. Tim must have felt my growing cock against his thigh, and he commanded me to insert it into his ass. I pulled out my fingers, and stood with Tim’s ass before me. I held his hips in my hands as I stared into his hole. My cock was fully erect at this point, and I laid my head on his hole, as I had done with my finger earlier. I first pushed with a little bit of effort. My cock head went in a little, but his ass was resisting a whole lot. I pushed harder, and my head went in all the way. Tim groaned. I paused, but he told me to continue. I kept pushing further and further. Tim’s ass engulfed my cock shaft. It was incredibly pleasurable. When I pushed all the way in, Tim instructed me to pull out and repeat. I did as he said, pushing in, pulling out. We got into a steady rhythm with my thrusts and pumps. My cock went deep into his ass, sending waves of pleasure through my member, into my body. Hot water from the showers poured down our bodies as I worked his ass. I soon knew that I was going to cum, and sped up my thrusts. I then shot a nice load into Tim’s ass, and slowly milked the rest out. I pulled out, and Tim stood up. He asked me how I liked it. “That was great,” I answered. “Now it’s your turn,” he said. He told me to lie face down on my belly. I complied. He kneeled over me, and spread my ass open. He first began working his fingers into my ass. It was an incredible sensation. I never imagined having that be enjoyable. After he worked two fingers in, he moved his hips up to my ass. I felt his hard cock between my cheeks. He then forced his thick head into my hole. The process was slow and painful, but Tim did it with care. Finally, he had his whole cock in my ass. Tim then fucked me into the floor, almost mercilessly. With every thrust of his massive cock, my ass cried out in pain. However, I soon enjoyed the sharp pumps. Tim breathed heavily over me and grunted with each thrust. His cock was hungry and it worked and worked my ass. Tim fucked me harder and harder until he finally shot a load of cum into my hole. I sighed as I accepted the warm juice into my body. Tim collapsed beside me on the wet shower floor. He asked me how gross I thought that all was now.