| | The Shower
Billy sucked his breath in and let the steaming hot water forcefully spraying from the shower nozzle
slide the soapy suds away from his naked body down into the circular steel drain. As he watched the
water run milky with soap through the bars of the drain he wondered how many other naked guys his age
had stood in this exact spot over the years. Something was strangely arousing to him about sharing such a private place though he ignored it.
After he finished, he grabbed the towel and began patting himself dry. A fine layer of dark
hair had spread over his chest and stomach in the past two years. In fact, his mates on the swim team in high school suggested he shave it for speed reasons. But, Billy couldn't part with it. There was something
particularly masculine about it that he liked. Hidden under the shirts during dates, girls would always seem to be impressed when they'd arrive to one of his meets and see him standing proud in his swimcap and speedo with this rugged layering of masculinity.
It hadn't dawned on Billy that most of the girls were observing the
impressive pouch in his speedo. Sure, Billy had noticed that his cock had gotten bigger as he aged. Rubbing one out at his computer, using a webcam occassionally had delivered him the "nice size" comment from whoever he chatted to. He also played along with his teammates in shower rooms or on bus rides to competitions when they'd refer to him as "Donkey Dong", but he figured, for the most part, they were taking the gas out on him.
But, he never really thought about it in factual terms. As he sat on the porcelain tiled bench in the Boys shower room in his dorm ,
towel over his lap, he took a peek at it hanging in its natural flaccid state. He liked the way the base of it was wide and darker in color than the rest of his body. He liked the way it felt when it laid flat against a surface he was sitting on, extended away from him.
This was one of the reasons he had stopped wearing underwear. As he noticed it in this moment blood began rushing causing it to become semi-erect. As the base got even wider, Billy pulled the yellow towel back over his lap and for the first time considered himself "hung." A word, for years, he'd never used or heard used. But, along with the other perks
of getting older and developing sexually had gotten used to hearing. Most of the times people said it was in a comical fashion unrelated to any kind of sexual activity.
And for the most part, Billy hadn't ever seen another dick as big as his. He always took a small pride in it but was preoccupied with things like winning the seasonal trophy or asking Angela Spencer out.
Angie always wanted to measure it but it slightly embarassed Billy and before they ever had the chance to, they were making out or fucking. He liked inserting it into her. It didn't feel like one swift motion. A little here, a little there until it was all inside.
Pulling away to begin thrusting back into her was something he often played around with, gaming with himself how far he had to lean
away while his dick still stay embedded inside her. How if he pushed all the way to the thick base, she'd moan and pull fastly away. Too much.
Pulling a sweater down over his dry, furry chest and pulling his jeans up over his semi-erect "donkey dong", Billy ran his fingers through his hair and checked himself out in the mirror before leaving the shower room. As he walked down the hall, he passed the new Arabic guy named (what Billy considered odd) Ahir. Lots of guys who came over to Nintento Wii would crudely comment; "Why is he a-here." But Billy always noticed the bits of curls above the neckline of his shirts, or if he was wearing a button-up,
he'd see a wider display and he constantly compared the thickness of one anothers chest hair silently. Something was also very manly about Ahir and how he handled himself - alone and stoic, not resorting to cheap puns or jokes with his classmates.
However, it disturbed Billy that he never really saw him interacting with girls. While Billy was on the diving scholarship, Ahir mostly ran track. The coach of his swimteam also coached track so Billy would sometimes go in support and swiftly notice the tufts of curly, thick black chest hair at the sides of his chest in the runner jerseys. He was a hell of a runner, too.
Making his way nearer the door of his dorm room, he decided to track back to the bathing area to see if Ahir wanted to borrow his flip flops. As he walked back, speedily, he kept thinking how idiotic it was. So, he decided once he walked back inside (some steam still in the air and clouding the mirrors of his own previous shower) not to suggest anything.
Ahir was just finishing up brushing his teeth.
He didn't acknowledge Billy's presence in any shape or form. He walked over to the porcelain bench and began untying his shoes.
Billy stood now in the place where Ahir was and ran some cold water for brushing his teeth. He took the back of his arm and wiped away the fog of the mirror and could see Ahir quickly removing his socks. He pulled out a pair of flip-flops out of his duffel bag which Billy cringed in his mind about. How embarrassing that would have been! He stuffed his socks and shoes into the bag and stood suddenly to remove his belt. Unbuckling, loosening, sliding a fair length of the leather strap out of the loops - he grabbed it
by the buckle and fiercely and fastly jerked the remainder out in one slide of his hand. He rolled the belt up and put it in the bag.
Billy continued to run his toothbrush circular around his backteeth, every so often glancing up in the mirror to look back at Ahir who was still not acknowledging Billy's presence. Ahir quickly lifted on his pale green t-shirt, up, up over his torso and around his thick black curly hair and Billy noticed how strong and smooth his shoulders were. Billy also admired the color of Ahir's skin and while he lathered the paste more in his mouth, he felt panicked by his curiosity.
It only lasted for a moment until Billy was full on staring now, comparing their hairy chests mentally. He hadn't noticed Ahir had unzipped his pants and was now unfolding them over his knee caps (hairy thighs) and over the feet and into the bag. Billy almost smiled through his brushing as he saw
that Ahir (as many differences as they surely had) also free-balled. But as he spit into the sink basin, he felt a tinge of competition.
The cock hung below his balls and though Billy wasn't positive, the base of his cock looked even wider across than his own.
Billy was fascinated as this was the first dick he'd ever seen in a shower or gym room that was maybe bigger than his "donkey dong."
But before he could think much about it, Ahir had turned to put his bag into the locker and left toward the shower stalls.
Billy finished up what he was doing and noticed he was still carrying his shower bag. He was flooded with thoughts. Did Ahir notice? Did Ahir see how idiotic he had been? He began examining why he even cared. Why he wanted so badly to see Ahir's chest hair, maybe even catch a glimpse of his "dong" (no, wait, really?), why his own cock was so hard under his jeans.
And before he knew it - he was naked himself, again, and in the stall next to Ahir.
He could see his dark feet under the bottom and the drain (the one he had stood above, only moments before) catching all of the
water shedding from Ahir's wet, soapy body. Soap and water that was meshed in with all of that chest hair, spurting like a water hose
over his big cock, and down into the drain. Billy faced the wall and his cock was so hard that he could barely breath.
He desperately wished the stalls had come with curtains or doors so he could rub one out, finish this feeling off. There were only two short walls in between. Just protruding enough to prevent you from seeing the person next to you. Billy watched the floor of the shower again and was strangely pleased with how the water from Ahir's body, and the soap, was mixing in with the hot water from his own. Both drains making continuous deep, loud
sucking noises as the soapy thick bubbly foam slipped through the bars and disappeared under the floor in the long thick pipes beneath them.
And Billy was comforted. Nobody would ever know. |
