Sorry for the delay, work took over and I kind of lost track of what I was doing. I'm glad to get back to this story. I see a few other guys have been entertaining you all with their stories too, though lol
For a few moments I just stood and watched, unable to comprehend what was happening. Remember, I was just a neive 18 year old who'd become a little obsessed with checking out shower cock, I still didn't know how common it was for all kinds of guys to just enjoy showing off and playing with each other.
Donkey Dave and Muscle Lad were opposite me, watching each other intently, just feet apart. Their hands rubbed along their hardened penises while they admired the stranger in front of them.
I didn't consciously intend to grab my own cock and start to masturbate, it was a kind of automatic thing. I don't think I'd even considered that it would be okay for me to do that, I was just driven to.
It was such a confusing time but a relief all the same. Suddenly I wasn't alone in my enjoyment, I wasn't the weird guy who loved pussy but also liked seeing hard cocks. I still didn't get it, I wondered if Donkey Dave and Muscle Lad actually knew each other, maybe they'd done this before, or perhaps they were regularly hooking up.
Cruising wasn't a thing in my world at that time. I'd read about George Michael being caught in a "compromising" situation but it wasn't something a guy like me really paid any attention to, the notion of it was just distant from me, not something I'd considered even though I was probably engaging in similar, or it would seem so to most outside observers even if I didn't know what it was.
Now I know all about it, of course. I understand the dance Donkey Dave and Muscle Lad had engaged in for a few moments, the surprise erection displayed innocently, the lingering observation by another, the revealing of a hard one in return, the furtive looks until it was confirmed that both were on the same page. It was only a short dance of a few steps but once completed both parties knew they were free to engage, it was safe to display and play and explore.
Donkey Dave was the first one to break from their mutual observation and look over toward me, his huge cock still being slowly rubbed in his strong and soapy grip, his foreskin slipping back and forth over the swollen mound of helmet. Muscle Lad quickly followed, his eyes landing on my penis, looking me up and down while he continued to slowly rub his wet and pink pipe of pleasure in his right hand.
The panic swelled up inside me again and I turned to face the wall, trying to be slow and nonchalant about it but probably visibly flinching with alarm. I suddenly felt as though I was intruding. I didn't know what to do. I considered my little cum dumping place in the trees and whether I should just leave and deal with my own needs elsewhere. I wondered what would happen if I turned around again. I considered that maybe my presence had dissuaded them and I'd spin around to find them walking out and seeking their own place to do more physical things.
My hands roamed over my naked body, the water continuing to flow, my penis stubbornly reaching up from my full nuts and demanding more rubbing.
That sense of defiance sneaked in again, my mind was echoing the determined arrogance of my rock solid cock. Why should I leave? I'd done nothing wrong. They were in a communal shower, cocks were hard, everyone was having a lovely time. It wasn't my responsibility to depart and leave them to it.
I turned again to resolutely stand my ground and assert myself as one of the men, refusing to give up my observation post.
My penis must have visibly jerked at the sight I found waiting for me.
Donkey Dave and Muscle Lad had quickly bridged the short gap between them, standing close, their toes almost touching and their hands slowly pulling on the other's rampant manhood.
I stared in disbelief, although now I find it funny that I was so surprised. Hindsight is an interesting thing.
I watched as the men gently rubbed and tugged the impressive cock of the guy in front, their balls swinging and swaying back and forth below their lengths while their fists milked the powerful penises.
Muscle Lad looked over toward me again, a slight smirk on his thin lips, but this time I didn't panic, I didn't spin to hide against the wall. I stood proudly, reaching down to grasp my own desperate cock in my hand once more, stroking myself while I watched them masturbating each other.
It's surprising that I lasted as long as I did. Being 18 and pumped full of testosterone my cock was like a leaky pipe most of the time, constantly drooling pre, always in a semi-hard state and perpetually ready to shoot a thick mess of cream. I was regularly waking up with cum soaked sheets in the morning, even though I was wanking out three or four loads every day. There were times when my cock would spring up at random times, at the cinema with friends or hanging out at my dad's house, and I would run to the toilet and be splashing my semen in an instant.
In the showers with these men pulling on each other's cocks, their muscular arms working like slow pistons while they pleasured each other, I lasted perhaps two minutes. They both observed me appreciatively, continuing to play with each other's meat, occasionally reaching down to cup and massage their friend's heavy and full balls.
I worked my dick in my fist, just staring at them. I know now I must have looked so strange, mouth slightly open, shoulders slightly hunched, my cock rock solid and my helmet red with urgency while I just gawped at them and masturbated.
When the men stepped closer together and Donkey Dave mashed their upright penises into one tumescent pipe of flesh I lost it. Their penises were so different, but equally impressive. Donkey Dave's cock was much longer and harder than Muscle Lad's, but Muscle Lad's was fat and pink, like a meaty pipe. The sight of their arching bodies connecting together at the dick, their knees almost interlocking, their fat balls bumping below, their incredible cocks combining in a tower of masturbating bliss while Donkey Dave grasped both in his two hands and rubbed up and down on their flesh, it was just too much for me and my cock convulsed uncontrollably.
I looked down and I think I even grunted as my cum began to shoot from my tip. My helmet was so swollen and red, I don't think it had ever looked like that before. My shaft was so rigid and it felt like steel coated with rubber in my grip. I paused my stroking, grasping my cock by the root and leaning backward, almost willing it not to shoot just yet. Maybe I wanted to see them cum, or maybe I just wanted to watch every moment and savor it knowing it might not happen again.
My cock had other ideas.
My tip was enraged and exposed by my retracted hood of pink and wet foreskin, the folds of flesh glistening with the viscous seeping precum. In a flash a leaping white rope of semen slung from my yawning piss hole and jumped into the space between me and the two strangers.
They were too busy staring down at the pleasure Donkey Dave's hands were delivering, their penises wet and rubbing against each other in his stroking hands. A second gush of thick white cum pumped out and slung several feet toward the drains. Another quickly followed it. I was silent, staring, my eyes briefly returning to see Muscle Lad take over on their mass of manly penis between them.
My semen kept on slinging, splash after splash, erupting out of me to rain down over the tiled floor where the flowing water carried it toward the drains in the middle of the room. My cock pumped and lurched, my load turning from thick white gushes into a sprinkling fountain of watery juice gushing in several directions.
It was only seconds of course, but it was so incredible my knees felt weak and my balls throbbed against the root of my muscle. I milked my dick for just a couple of seconds and as if a switch had been flicked in my brain I rushed out of there without even turning the shower off, my spent and confused cock leading me into the locker room where two other men were now getting changed and preparing for their workout.
I tried to hide my cock but I know they saw me, "careful lad, you'll take someones eye out!" one joked. I hurriedly got changed, stuffing my gear into my bag and rushing out of there as quickly as my feet would take me.
Thanks for all the kind words of appreciation guys! Sorry it took so long to get another installment up but hopefully there will be another soon, assuming you want another chapter of course.
