Yet Another Guy from Church

I've written a couple of stories about guys from the church I went to when I was in my early 20s.  Here is another story.  My second year teaching at a conservative Christian school, there was a new teacher who started at my school.  His name was Greg, and he had gone to the same conservative Christian college that I had attended, but he was a year behind me.  It was a small college so I knew who he was, but he and I hadn't been friends and hadn't interacted prior to his coming to the school. My sophomore year in college, I lived on the first floor of my dorm.  A couple of friends of mine roomed together on the second floor.  They told me that there was a guy who lived on their floor who used to run down the hall of the dorm in an open bathrobe (and nothing else) with his dick flopping in the open as he ran.  They said he always chose the one stall in the bathroom that was missing a door when he had to take a shit, and he would stand up nude and wipe his ass in full view of everyone in the bathroom.  That was Greg. I remembered the guy, but I hadn't seen him naked.  He wasn't particularly handsome, but he wasn't a dog either, and he had a body to die for.  He clearly had good genes, but he also clearly put his time in at the gym. Anyway, when we started working together, we were friendly, and we would hang out together sometimes, even though I don't think either of us thought of the other as a particularly close friend.  He was very proud of his body, which was understandable, since it was beautiful, but even the students noticed how he liked to show it off.  We had a school carnival every year that included a dunk tank and they asked the teachers to participate and to take turns in the tank.  Greg showed up in a cropped t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.  It showed off his impressive abs and his impressive guns.  He also wore a pair of sweatpants cut off into shorts.   When he took his turn in the dunk tank and got dunked, the shirt and the jersey material of his sweats clung to him like a second skin, showing off his beautiful body and his impressive bulge.  It did not go unnoticed by me, by the students, or by the other teachers. One Friday night he asked me if I wanted to hang out and to go to the mall with him.  I said okay.  We were walking in the crowded mall, and he asked me if I ever looked at a crowd like this and wondered how many of the people here were gay.  I immediately thought he was testing me, so I said, “No.”  I didn't want to come across as gay, but I also had never actually thought that about a crowd of people at the mall.  It did send up my antennae, however, when it came to Greg, and it made me wonder if he was attracted to guys too. We went into a card shop, and he immediately went to the section of greeting cards with the nude and semi-dressed men and he looked through them.  I was surprised he went there, but I didn't dare say anything.  I thought he might be sending me a sign, but I mostly just thought he was testing me for my reaction, so I didn't react. When we left the mall, we went back to my apartment.  He sat on the floor and went through my album and CD collection.  He found a CD he loved, so I put that on for us to listen to as we talked.  He lay on his back on the carpet and bent his knees with his legs spread.  He closed his eyes as he listened and as we talked.  I had a clear view up the leg of his shorts, but could only see the outline of his balls against his tighty-whities.  The elastic around the leg holes was stretched out, so I got a glimpse of scrotum where the opening pulled away from his leg.  He hooked an arm over his eyes.  I wondered if he did it on purpose to allow me to get a good look without feeling self-conscious about it.  In retrospect, I think he had to have been aware of how he was exposing himself, but, at the time, I didn't dare act like I noticed in the least, as I thought he was clearly testing me and waiting to expose me as gay to the rest of the school where we worked.  At one point he moved his arm and caught me looking, but he only paused for a second and didn't say a word, though he then unselfconsciously moved his legs, spreading his knees apart and bringing them together and spreading them again over and over.  He did it completely naturally, so it appeared he wasn't even aware of what he was doing, but still it made me wonder.  After he'd heard the song he wanted, he said he had to get home, and he got up and left, and that was that. In the spring we took students on an overnight trip to a camp where they could go swimming and snorkeling in the ocean.  The camp had bunkhouses for the students and separate cabins for the teachers and the camp staff.  They were pretty primitive with large barracks for the students with several sets of bunk beds per room.  The teachers had smaller rooms in their cabins.  Greg and I were the only male teachers on the trip so we shared a room with bunk beds.  The communal bathroom and showers were in a separate building with the men's facilities on one side and the women's on the other. Students had a curfew and had to be in their bunks at a certain time.  Greg asked me when I was going to take a shower, as he wanted to wait until after the students' curfew in order to shower.  He said he would wait until I was ready to go.  I honestly didn't stop to think why he wanted to go with me as I was too busy thinking I'd finally get to see him naked. That night, after the students were in their cabins, Greg and I went to take a shower.  We undressed in the toilet area adjacent to the small shower room.  Greg pulled down his shorts and his beautiful heavy cock plopped out.  It was huge.  I thought maybe someone as well built as he was might have a small dick.  I was wrong.  It hung down, so I knew it was flaccid, but I remember thinking that he had to at least be semi-hard for it to be that big and thick.  I couldn’t help but stare at it.  He had to have noticed, but I think he liked being admired for his body, so I didn't think it hurt for me to let him catch me looking.  I figured that was why he wanted to go with me--so that he could show off.  He pulled on it a few times while we were undressing and talking.  We stepped into the shower area, which had a row of 3 shower heads on one wall.  We stood next to each other and showered.  After he lathered his hair with shampoo, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back and under the water to rinse.  I was convinced he was closing his eyes and taking his time in order to give me a good long look at his body, and, believe me, I took full advantage of the opportunity.  I also tried to quickly fluff my dick so that I would look bigger when he returned the favor.  Throughout our long showers, he would nonchalantly grab his dick and tug on it.  It started to stand out and away from his body, but I wouldn’t characterize it as erect.  It was more of a semi.  But it was beautiful, and so was he.  I returned the favor when I shampooed by giving him the chance to watch me shower.  I too pulled on my dick a bit so he could see, and I saw his eyes drop to my crotch when I did it.  He openly looked at my body too, which made me think that I might be reading too much into an innocent situation because I couldn't believe he could be so open if he was really thinking the same thing I was.  Even so, I couldn't let myself go completely as I was still worried that maybe I was being tested.  We showered together with no overt sexual overtones, but the atmosphere was thick with sexual energy, if that makes sense.  We finished our showers and the campground seemed deserted, so we walked back to our cabin wearing only our towels.  When we got back to our cabin, we tossed our towels aside.  Greg grabbed a pair of clean underwear to sleep in.  I went through my suitcase, trying to find clean underwear to put on.  I wasn't pretending when I couldn't find a clean pair.  I knew I had packed them, but I couldn't find them in my bag.  I realized that he was watching me naked, so I tried to find them quicker because it almost looked like I was pretending not to find my underwear since it was taking so long.  I liked being nude in front of him, but now it was getting embarrassing.  Finally I found a pair and put them on. The next day, after the different groups came back from being out on boats and swimming, Greg and I headed back to the showers.  It was still daytime, so several students came in while we were in there and some of them jumped in the showers with us, so even though I got to see Greg’s body again, there was no subtext to any of it since we had an audience.  That was pretty much the extent of our nude time together on that trip. Also in the spring we took another group of students on an overnight trip to a nearby theme park.  Greg and I again roomed together at the hotel.  We shared a room with two queen-sized beds.  After a day at the park with the students, Greg and I were in our room.  He had stripped off his shirt and was wearing only a pair of shorts when a couple of the guys came into our room.  Greg lay on his back on his bed, resting on his elbows, accentuating his muscular six-pack.  One of the students came over and said, "Wow, check out those abs" and rubbed his hands over Greg's torso, running his fingers over the lines on Greg's washboard abs.  Greg was clearly enjoying the attention.  I could tell he was flexing his stomach muscles to make them look even better. The boys left and eventually we went to bed.   In the morning, I woke up and lay in bed, horny, but not daring to jack off.   I lay there hoping Greg would wake up and jack off in the bed next to me so that I could hear him, and hopefully see him in the faint light in the room.  That didn't happen, but I got hornier and hornier as I lay there waiting.  From the way he moved and breathed, I was pretty sure he was awake too. Finally, I figured that something had to give, so I got up went to the area outside the bathroom where there was a mirror and sink.  There was an overhead light there which I switched on, knowing that he would remain in the dark.  I also knew that Greg had a clear view of me from his bed.  I had slept in my underwear, which I slid off and threw on my suitcase. I figured that wouldn't seem odd if I were getting ready to take a shower.  I looked for things to do in order to stay naked in front of him, acting like I was just doing normal morning routine stuff.  I was pretty sure Greg was awake from the way he rolled over to face my direction when I got up, though I couldn’t see him clearly in the dark.  I was getting horny but also very nervous.  I wanted him to see me hard, but, unfortunately, from my attack of nerves, I wasn't getting hard.  I tried to pull on my dick enough to stimulate it.  I didn't want to look like I was jacking it, but just adjusting it or scratching my balls.  I remember putting in my contact lenses so I would be able to see him if he did anything.  I took my time and let myself have a little trouble getting them in.  Then I brushed my teeth at the sink in order to let him see me longer.  I "accidentally" dropped the toothpaste cap on the floor so that I had to bend over and expose my bare ass in his direction.  I was hoping that I was turning him on as much as it was turning me on.  Through my nerves, my dick still started to thicken.  It wasn't fully erect, but it did look bigger than usual, so I thought he might be impressed by the size of my flaccid dick.  My cock finally stood straight out, so I turned profile and flexed my cock to make sure he saw it standing straight up.  Then I had a momentary panic where I worried that it might look obvious what I was up to, so I quickly walked into the bathroom and jumped in the shower.  I immediately began jacking off my hard cock as I was super horny from having him watch me undress and bone up. I had been going to town on my dick for only a minute or so when I heard Greg's voice speaking to me in a normal tone from just on the other side of the shower curtain.  He was in the bathroom with me!  I hadn’t heard him come into the bathroom, and I physically jumped when I heard his voice since he surprised me and because I was inches away from him, naked with my hard cock in my hand as I jacked it with only a plastic shower curtain between us.  I was caught.  There was no way for me to escape or make an excuse.  I thought maybe if I stop, my boner will go away before I have to get out of the shower. I heard him pissing in the toilet as he talked to me.  If I could hear him that clearly over the shower, I wondered whether he had heard me slapping away at my cock when he came in and whether he listened to me for a while before he said anything to me.  I hadn't been in the shower all that long, but it was long enough for him to have figured out what I was doing.  I also wondered if he timed it that way on purpose since he had to have seen my boner when I went into the bathroom, so he probably had a pretty good idea what I was going to do once I hit the shower. I didn't think he could see me through the shower curtain, but it was still embarrassing—and sexy at the same time.  I liked the idea of him wanting to catch me stroking, but it also scared me when it got that real.  It quickly flashed through my mind that he could tell one of the other teachers he caught me spanking the monkey in the shower.  I dismissed that thought as fast as it came. I realized that without even being aware of it, I started stroking again while we chatted and he peed, though my boner had gone down a bit.  I heard him force out the last couple of spurts of piss into the toilet, so I knew he was done.  He said, "Heads up!" and flushed the toilet.  I let out a shout and jumped back from the shower stream to avoid getting scalded, but it didn't get as hot as I thought it would.  He laughed and said, "Sorry.  But I couldn’t resist. I didn't burn you, did I?"  He kept talking to me like it was the most natural thing in the world to come in and piss and then carry on a conversation while I showered, which, in some ways, it was.  I was cool with that, so I kept talking to him.  I started wondering whether he was naked too.  He had slept in his underwear too, but it turned me on even more to think that we were both naked in the bathroom together. We chatted a bit, and I jacked a bit, but I didn't dare shoot since I thought he would hear my heavy breathing.  Besides I wanted to keep it going.  There was a bit of a lull in the conversation and he asked, "What are you doing in there?"  He was chuckling as he asked it, but I froze, dick in hand, and said, "Nothing.  Taking a shower."  He laughed and said, "It doesn't sound like it."  I said, "Whatever, man."  He said, "No man, it's cool.  We all do it."  But I insisted I wasn't doing THAT. Then, without warning, he pushed open one end of the curtain, opening it just enough to stick his head in, catching me red-handed.  He laughed, nodded toward my hard dick and said, "Yeah right."  I'm sure I turned red as a beet, and I remember stammering out incoherent denials.  Then, totally unexpectedly, he reached his arm into the shower and flicked my cock with his finger.  Then he winked at me, and said, "It’s cool, man."  I was surprised by his touch, but it honestly made me relax a little, figuring he wasn't going to tell anyone since it almost made him complicit.  I could see he didn't have a shirt on, but I couldn't tell if he still had his underwear on. I wanted him to get in the shower with me, but even after he flicked my dick, there was a part of me that still worried that he was testing me.  But he just pulled his arm and head out of the shower, though he didn't pull the curtain back in place, so he could still see in if he wanted to.  He was hidden from my view, however, so I assumed I was hidden from him as well.  But he kept talking.  He said, "Do what you gotta do, man.  And don't feel bad.  Didn't you ever walk in on one of your roommates in college?  I did all the time, and they walked in on me.  No big deal." I was super turned on by that, but I also worried that for straight guys, it was more a big joke than a hot sexual experience.  Yet he stayed in the room talking to me, so I thought he HAD to be getting more out of this than a just a laugh.  I didn't know whether to stop or to keep going.  He was pretty much flat-out telling me to keep going, but still I wasn't sure that I should. Then he said, "Just don't shoot it all over the shower wall.  Make sure you rinse it down the drain so I don't accidentally step in it.  That would be gross, man."  All I could think to say was an embarrassed "shut up!"  He just laughed.  I said that I could get out if he needed the shower.  But he said, "No, dude, I told you finish what you gotta do.  I’ll wait."  I stuck my head out the crack in the curtain to say, "shut up" again, but the words got stuck in my throat because when I saw him, there he was fully nude, leaning his bare ass against the counter and with his hard cock in his right hand.  He did stop stroking and half-heartedly covered his dick with his hand, but he didn't seem embarrassed at all.  He just said, "What? You get to do it and I don't?"  I was secretly thrilled, but I still was afraid to let him see that I liked what I saw.  I didn't want to stare, so I pretended like I was looking at myself in the mirror behind him, but I was looking at his broad back and the top of his ass crack reflected in the mirror.  I still stole glances at his cock in his hand too. I must have been staring because then he said, "Dude, I can't finish if you’re watching."  I said, "Shit, man, I’m sorry."  I didn't know what else to do so I rolled my eyes and laughed and pulled my head back into the shower stall.  He said that it was cool and he was sorry he wasn't a hot chick because looking at his sorry naked ass probably killed my boner. I stood in the shower wondering what to do when his head popped around and said, "See, it's hard to do it with someone watching, isn't it?"  He commented that I'd lost my boner.  I just said it was okay and I'd get out and let him shower.  But he insisted.  He said, "Let me help you.  That's what buddies are for."  I thought he was going to reach out and grab me and stroke my dick for me, but he just started telling me to imagine a hot chick with big tits.  Imagine her in the shower with me washing those tits.  Think about touching those tits, sucking those nipples.  He stopped and said, "You gotta work with me, man.  Get to work on that dick.  If you don’t, I’m going to have to reach over and show you how it’s done."  I kind of froze.  He reached over and gave my dick a couple of tugs but then he stopped and said, "I’m just kidding with you.  You do it."  He pulled his head out of the shower but he didn't leave the room. By that time the hot water was running out—not that it had been scalding to begin with.  I turned off the shower.  He asked me if I'd finished already.  I told him I had to let the hot water recover.  He said, "I hope you washed your jizz down the drain first."  I said I hadn't jizzed yet.  He said, "Well, hurry up so I can jump in the shower too."  I said he'd have to wait for the water to heat up anyway.  He agreed, but told me to finish up.  He told me to make noise so he'd know when I was done.  I couldn't believe this was happening since I couldn't imagine him really saying that, but he did.  I jacked off and he stood on the other side of the curtain telling me about big tits. When I came, I made noise.  He said, "You shot, didn’t you?"  When I said I had, he pulled the curtain and said, "Show me where you shot, so I don’t step in it."  I pointed to the globs of cum running down the shower wall.  He just said, "Nice" and he threw me a towel.  After I had shot, I started to feel really self-conscious and weird about the whole thing.  I was embarrassed that he had seen my cum, especially since I felt vulnerable that I had cum, but he hadn't.  But he said, "Okay, my turn."  I got out of the shower and, I kid you not, he slapped my bare ass and then jumped in the shower.  I heard him fapping away, and he made noise when he came.  I stood outside the door listening and I jacked off again, but I was too chicken—yes, even after all that—and I didn't say a word.  When he shut off the water, I went and got dressed and sat on my bed and watched TV.  He came out and as he got dressed, he said, "We probably should keep that between us.  People might not understand we were just goofing around."  I agreed, though I hoped something like that would happen again, but it didn't. We still hung out together sometimes and it was never weird at work, though we never talked about it so it was like it had never happened.  Sometimes I even had to remind myself that it really did.  He started dating a girl from the church and though he invited to me to go to movies with them and things like that, we were never alone together after that.  They eventually got married, though I had moved on from that school by then.  We lost touch for a good 20 years until he found me on Facebook a few years ago.  He was on his second marriage and worked with a Christian athletic organization.  We didn't talk about the hotel jack-off experience, but he seemed quite interested in the details of my sex life.  I answered everything he asked, but if it got too intense, he would become very judgmental and start quoting scripture.  I got tired of his bullshit, and one day, after realizing I hadn't heard from him in months, I saw he had unfriended me.  I figured that said more about him than it did about me.