Showering at the Campsite

by Jeff Partially fiction I had decided to go camping at Mont Tremblant with a friend of mine. The tent was set up in its own secluded spot by a lake and the campsite was clean and cheap, so we 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 friends and had no intention of sleeping together. Besides, I was really into Quebecois, guys and my friend Greg was into Asian guys. At about midnight we’d both called in a night and staggered into the tent as best we could after the hard drinking session. Morning came with a vengeance and I was woken by the sound of Greg’s gentle snores. The first thing I felt was the thumping of my head and the second was the stiffness of my cock. I had needed to piss and I needed to get rid of the headache. I managed to avoid treading on my friend as I crawled from the tent. The sun was just coming up over the lake and I knew it was early, too early to be getting up. But once I was awake that was it. I looked around and decided that due to the early hour it would be safe enough to go up to the toilet block in just my boxers. But then I may as well take a shower while I was there, a cold one would take my mind off my headache and so he reached back in for my towel. The shower block was empty and cold as I entered. There was a distinct smell of bleach mixed with stale piss that caused me to cough slightly as I stood and relieved himself at the trough. I looked down at my feet to be 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 my body back up at me. I looked down, saw myself from underneath and grinned a bit. From that angle my cock looked longer than the few inches it had now shrunk down to and my balls looked bigger and hairier. I began playing with them. It was something about being alone and naked in a public place that started to turn me on. The fact that someone could walk in at any time and take a shower in the next cubicle without realizing that he was standing next to them, jerking-off. I 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 I turned my back and let the pressure of the jet massage my shoulders in the hope that it would take away the pounding in my head. I started pulling at my cock, teasing it by stretching my 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 I was a little harder. Then I turned to face the water and let that manipulate my shaft a bit, imagining it was someone else’s hands around it. As it grew stiffer I thrust my hips forward so that the jet of warm water could concentrate on my groin, hitting me at the base of my cock. Pulling back a little way the water ran along the length of my shaft until it hit against my knob. That felt good. If I closed my eyes I could almost imagine someone was down there licking it and sliding it into their throat. Now that would be really good. My hands strayed around to my ass and I clasped one cheek in each hand, pulling my crack wide apart so that the air could tickle my hole. But the air wasn’t enough and I was soon turned again, aiming the shower jet against my ass, causing it to contract as if someone else was rimming him, exploring my crack with their tongue. I opened my eyes to look down at my reflection in the shiny floor. There were my legs, sturdy and firm, and my balls, hanging even lower now, swinging as I gyrated my ass against the water. And there was my cock, the, showing half of the glistening wet head. And my shaft looked impressive from both above and below, tough and thick, rigged and standing solidly out from my black bushy mat of hair. And there was another pair of feet only a few inches away. I blinked a couple of times before I realized 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. I let go of my ass and studied the view more closely. Someone was next door and was showering. I had no idea how long they’d been there or if they’d seen my reflection in the tiles yet. But the other guy was standing still. His legs were a little hairy, but not as much as mine and he was about 5’8”. Quite a solidly built guy from what I could see. I crouched a little, pretending to reach down for my shampoo, to see how much of the other guy I could view in the mirror like tiles.. Judging by the fact that I could see only the back of his legs, he was facing away. That was good, I 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 my body. And then, almost on my knees, I could see the guy’s back. Fair skinned, compact and firm. Nice. Not too smooth either which was good. The guy had an interesting tatouage of a monkey on his back. His hair was sandy blond and he was hot! I crouched as low as I could go, so low that my ass was touching the floor, and tried to get an angle on the upper part of the body. If I craned my neck just a little more he could… A cold blackness overcame me and the world turned on its head. ‘Are you ok?’ a strange voice was asking him – in French and then in English. The world came back to life again and I realized I was looking up. Standing over me was the hot guy, with a face de bebe hair covered chest and a short, fat uncut dick. The guy from the next shower? I looked at the legs, yup that was him. ‘Guess you slipped, these floors are dangerous,’ the guy said in English and offered a hand to pull me back to my feet. “My name’s Sylvain” I don’t know what got into me, but I didn’t take his hand. Instead I righted himself onto my knees, grabbed Sylvain’s thighs and wrapped my lips around his beautiful thick cock. ‘What the…..hey, get off…’ Sylvain started to protest and pushed back my head with his hands. I held tighter to his thighs and sucked hard. Sylvain tried to push me off but I was stronger. I 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 I didn’t pause to wonder why I’d suddenly gone for Sylvain. All he knew was that the world was still spinning a bit and the cock tasted good. ‘Get the fuck off, …’ the Sylvain swore down at me and tried to push me off. But Sylvain’s cock had a mind of its own and was already getting stiffer and the protest seemed weak. I buried my nose buried into Sylvain’s furry crotch and I felt him firming up against my tongue. I clamped my lips tighter and flicked my tongue from side to side as Sylvain drew back, until I reached the tip. I probed the slit for a moment and then slid my hands around to the Sylvain’s ass as I dived back down on the length of fat meat. Sylvain said nothing else apart from, ‘Jesus, I’m straight…’ and stopped trying to push me off. He kept my hands on my head but instead of pushing him away, pulled me towards his groin. Sylvain’s cock slammed to the back of my throat and I knew I’d caught him. There was only one way this was going to end. My fingers started to claw at the Sylvain’s firm ass cheeks, pulling them apart like I had done to himself. The shower was still throwing warm water down onto the two of us and I could feel it hammering at my hands. I knew where I wanted it to go. Sylvain had started a rhythm now. Allowing me to draw back until his shaft was almost out of my mouth and then sliding it all the way to the back of my throat. It was getting fatter with each thrust, stiffening and trying to get in deeper. I could feel the weight of the heavy balls against my chin, the soft wet hairs under my fingers and the warm water pounding on my hands. My fingers crept closer to the inside of the Sylvain’s crack, pulling the cheeks a little wider each time, until finally he could feel the rim of a puckered hole, hot and damp. ‘No please, Sylvain said and tried to grab for my hand. But I was quicker and knew what I was doing. I pulled Sylvain towards me and caught him off balance. Sylvain immediately put his hands on the back on my head to stop himself from falling forward and bent a little. Just enough to allow the hard jet of water slam against my asshole as I pulled my crack wide open for it. ‘Oh fuck, man…’ I thought that the meat in my mouth could get no bigger but just then it seemed to double in size and the grip on my head got harder, fingernails dug into my scalp and I heard Sylvain gasp. ‘Shit, that’s good,’ he whimpered. ‘Go on then Jeff, take my cock. Show me how you suck a straight man off.’ I did. I kept sliding it out, in, out again, tonguing it, licking the full length, tasting the salty juice that started to leak between my lips. I carried on, feeling myself grow hard, as I drew in on Sylvain’s flesh and gave this straight guy a blow job he’d never forget. Eventually I let the cock slip from my mouth and went to work on Sylvain’s balls . I took one of the hairy weights into my mouth where my tongue dealt with it carefully. At the same time my finger started massaging his hole in small circular movements. The slippery fat cock rubbed up against my cheek, my dark stubble scratching the sensitive end and causing Sylvain to jerk in surprise. And then I let go of the furry globe and nuzzled myself up under the pair of them. I sucked Sylvain’s flesh into my mouth as far as it would go, feeling the ball-sack on the bridge of my nose and the cock slipping around on my forehead. Sylvain parted my legs to give him more room and I took my chance. Before Sylvain could guess what was going on I was between his legs and around the back. The shower jet hit him hard on my shoulders as I twisted to face the Sylvain’s beautiful ass. I took one cheek in each hand again, pulled them wide and dived in. I heard Sylvain moan yet again when my tongue broke through the tightness of his hole and started exploring around inside. I drew in the sweet smell of his virgin hole as my hands reached around the front to grab at the solid cock. He started on a rhythm then, pulling Sylvain back into me as I ate out his ass and stroked on the fat shaft. I slammed Sylvain back, pulling his skin back over the swollen head while pushing my face further into the hairy, dark crack. ‘I want to come,’ Sylvain moaned softly. ‘Make me come.’ I sucked hard at his hole and stabbed it with my tongue. But I let the cock go. Sylvain wasn’t coming yet. I could hear his panting over the sound of the shower and knew he was close, but he wasn’t getting off that easily. My cock was almost ready to let go and he knew where he wanted to do that. ‘Come on Jeff’ Sylvain said, ‘don’t stop.’ But I did stop. Only for a second, just long enough to stand up. As I got to my feet my hard cock slid up between Sylvain’s legs until it came level with his ass . Without warning I grabbed Sylvain by the hips and slammed into him. Sylvain let out a deep grunt and tried to struggle free, but for all my muscle and build he was not quick enough for me. I felt my cock slide right into the hot insides until my balls banged up against Sylvain. I held the him around the waist for support, gave him no time to fight back or recover, I just pulled out and slammed back into him again. And again, and again. Harder each time like I was beating Sylvain up with my cock. And Sylvain soon gave up trying to break free. His grunts of surprise turned to ones of mystified pleasure and he pushed back against me behind him. ‘You like taking that?’ I spat out as my thighs slapped up against his ass and my grip on Sylvain tightened. ‘Eh? Tell me, you like that?’ ‘Yes,’ Sylvain replied meekly, through my gasps. ‘You ever had another guy’s cock in your ass, eh? ‘No .’ ‘Feel good does it? Hot young guy like you like’s my queer cock in him does he?’ ‘Yes, yes.’ ‘Want to come while I fuck you do you? Want to shoot your load while I slam your ass full with my cock, do you?’ ‘Yeah…’ Sylvain was trying to push back harder and pleasure himself by backing into my rock hard shaft. ‘No you don’t’. I was in charge. I pushed down hard on Sylvain’s back, bending him so that he had no option but to put my hands out on either side, clutching at the tiled walls for support, with my head down. ‘Take it like a real man,’ I grunted and raised my right hand. ‘Beg me.’ ‘Just fuck me,’ the Sylvain moaned back. Without warning I brought my palm down hard on Sylvain’s ass. Shards of pain ran up from my hand to my shoulder as my strong hand smacked into the firm flesh of this really hot guy bent over before me. Sylvain let out a deep, sudden grunt. ‘I said beg me,’ and slammed my cock in harder than before. ‘Please…’ Another slap, in the same place. Water splashed up and Sylvain nearly fell. I gripped him with my other hand. ‘Can’t hear you.’ ‘Please…’ A third slap and this hot straight guy was whimpering. ‘Please, I’m gunna come…’ I was too close to carry on too. I took firm hold of both hips and whacked my cock in and out quickly. He could feel my legs start to tremble, my shaft grew stronger and I felt Sylvain’s sphincter contract, tightening its grip on me. I pulled my cock out until the tip was just inside the ring, waited for just a moment and then slapped Sylvain harder than he had before. Sylvain’s hole tightened further and I shoved hard against its resistance. My cock seemed to slide in forever as my balls erupted. Just as my ball slapped up against his firm ass they exploded, spurting a hard jet of cum deep inside the hot young French Canadian guts. I grabbed for Sylvain’s thick cock and squeezed hard, pulling it, thumping it in my palm as he jerked my hips against him. I heard him yell out a desperate moan and felt my cum pump through the cock. I slammed in again, pulled Sylvain again, heard him moan louder and swear as he spewed his hot straight quebecois load out across the floor. My cock pumped another load into Sylvain as he shot his second wad. Then a third, then a fourth while all the time I banged into his hole and filled up his hot ass. I slowed, held onto Sylvain’s thick stocky cock, rubbed my fingers around its head, making him twitch and tighten his hole some more. I left my cock inside him for a while, enjoying the heat from the red welts on his ass I held onto, and then slowly I pulled back. My satisfied shaft slid out, wet and slippery and he rested it in the furry crack as I cupped the Sylvain’s balls in one hand, playing with them, enjoying their downy feel and their weight. Sylvain said nothing while he recovered and I listened to my breathing return to something like normal. I instinctively knew that Sylvain had all sorts of women wanting him to screw him. His good looks, sexy smile and thick big cock was too much for anyone to resist. God he was hot! But I also knew that he’d got what he wanted. Before, he knew what had hit him, I turned him around and said “Merci, je suis tres content de te rencontrer” . I then surprised him by kissing him , slipping my tongue in his mouth while squeezing his dick – I then added ” Peut-etre la prochaine fois, peut-être que je te ramènerai chez moi". “ I’m Jeff call me – you can get my coordinates from the Park Ranger!” I gave Sylvain a gentle shove on the back slapped his ass. He walked meekly out of the cubicle. I turned back to the shower, grinning to himself. I later jerked off again in the shower thinking of him. My headache had gone completely.