No hands cumming at swimming pool locker rooms. Two boys, two cocks, lots and lots of hormones.
Pat was 15, from a different school district. In those days computer classes were just being introduced and we were bussed to a central campus from different grades and schools to have a mixed class. I was turning 16 and found Pat to be a fun and friendly seat mate. Part of the program was our being allowed to use all the facilities of this school which specialized in athletics. Sometimes we’d hit the gym and the track. One week we decided to try out the pool. We had lots of fun splashing and chasing, doing laps and ogling at all the other barely clad youth. Pat wore a skimpy speedo that looked almost like a tanga. I sported a speedo that looked like short boxer briefs.
We hit the showers as the school bus was headed our way for the end of the day. He called to me and pulled me beside him. “Watch this,” he said.
Unscrewing the shower head and motioning me to do the same with my shower head. He then hummed the Superman song loudly and let the jet of water splash off his now puffed chest, hands on his speedo sides, doing a Superman pose. He then pulled off his swimmers and continued blasting himself with this water cannon of sorts. Meanwhile I was doing similarly, pulling off my swimwear and getting aroused as the water hit a nipple first and then the other as I moved about. He was chubbing up and swirling his half-boner like a helicopter propeller.
My erection got harder and harder. I moved in such a way as to hit around my cock and on the shaft and under the head. He was then thrusting at the spouting water as if fencing against it. As the pressure built up we stood there beside each other groaning and moaning, thrusting against the shooting water. Funny how we came at the same time. He squeezed some body shampoo and threw me the bottle.
We toweled off and literally walked out into the sunset! Those were the days.
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