When the bathroom door is securely locked and we are behind the sanctorum of a shower curtain or frosted sliding glass panel, water cascading over our bodies, tiny streamlettes finding the crack of our ass tickling and teasing as it continues down to our open legs, and as we no doubt over lather our crotch and semi hard on our minds drift aimlessly through the flood gates into the secret chambers of our fantasies. Maybe visions of going down on a virgin girl or possibly a virgin boy going down on us. Erotic scenes of three, four others, men and women joining in our bed of moaning and groaning. The suds build up around my aroused cock and I spread more of the smooth, decadent stimulator around my tight balls. I think of the man who confessed in the chat room to smearing jam up and down his ass crack then knelt down to let his dog lick it off or the teen boy who dreamed of having a group of men piss all over his prone body. Fantasy or fact, neither one would be my cup of tea but everything is fair in the seclusion of a shower, what ever turns a man’s crank.

I raise my head and let the hot water soak my hair and pummel my face. The water fills my open mouth and overflows across my lips, .. hot, .. smooth, .. suggestive. I unhook the hand-held shower head and bend over slightly to let the hot beads massage my asshole like a thousand sex trained fingers. Then to the front, under my balls and over my hard cock, the pulsating water biting at my sex organs like a hungry whore. I am totally turned on, my cock is extended to its full six and a half inches and swelled to its round capacity. My cock head bulges from the end of my clenched hand as I move the flexible foreskin back and forth. More lather, more suds to encase my love stick and balls, ah yes, this is when my fantasies and truths come alive.

My thoughts are a kaleidoscope of pornographic visions, the first young vagina I had ever seen and the disappointment at its simple construction. At the old swimming hole when we were kids comparing dicks, even the time I experimented with a zucchini. But when I jack off in the shower invariably my thoughts drift back to the first experience I ever had with a grown, adult man. More lather, up and down my ass, over my chest and man tits, around my balls and rock solid cock. Feels so good, and I remember those euphoric moments as if it were yesterday.

I was in my first year of university and of course any money I could earn and save toward my tuition was pure gravy. I had worked part time at a summer resort the year before and must have impressed the owner because he re-hired me through the June - September rush. It was hard work but worth it come pay day. I cut grass, collected garbage, cleaned the washrooms and laundry room plus a bunch of other mundane but essential chores. When the sun beat down at ninety degrees and the sweat and dirt clung to my body like so much grime itching and aggravating my tanned skin, I looked forward to a shower at the end of the day. Real hot days offered extra special perks. The resort provided a public shower and sometimes there would be three or four men and/or boys scrubbing and soaping their hot bodies, some not only hot in temperature if you get the picture. I would take the odd peek and I knew I was being peeked at in return. Once in a while I had to turn away because my young pecker would rise to the occasion. In July and August every cabin and trailer are rented and there are approximately two hundred vacationers roaming the grounds. Usually the public showers are full and being an employee I would have to wait or forego a shower altogether because rightfully, paying customers were given preference. On one of those particular busy days, my boss said his wife was in town and if I wanted I could use his private shower down in his house basement. Grateful for the generous offer I descended the outside stairwell. The area was a workshop with many tools, some lumber, a lathe and electric saws. Off to the side was a large open concept shower stall about four feet by six feet in size with one large shower head. I locked the big metal outer door from which I had entered and got undressed. I just stood there for a long time allowing the water to push the sweat and smell off my body into the gurgling drain. I heard a door and froze, was it his wife returning? Here I am naked and vulnerable in her house. But it wasn’t his wife, it was my boss. He hesitated on the bottom stair, smiled a handsome smile and asked if he had scared me. His look made me feel uncomfortable, of course I was naked but, his prolonged stare made me feel naked.

My boss is a huge bear of a man, at least a foot taller than me and surely twice my weight. His hair is cropped short atop his round, Polish head and his hands, … it would take three of my hands to cover just one of his. He took off his shirt baring a barrel chest, a large rib cage flanked by big man tits, dark circles accentuating protruding nipples. His belly was not fat in the sense of fat, more like round, but a solid round. He never took his eyes off me while he undressed and in turn, I was mesmerized by his strip tease. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and then slowly lowered his boxer shorts. It was the first adult cock I had ever had a chance to ogle at length. His huge muscled legs masked the real size of his thick cock although his balls hung at least four inches below weighted by two visible egg shaped orbs. He had black hair on his chest and a line down to his crotch where the hair became bushy and thick then thinned again down his massive legs. He saw I was getting hard, … there was no where to hide. He entered the shower stall and began lathering his chest, underarms, stomach and then his crotch. He was getting hard too. I had mixed emotions, a bit apprehensive but admittedly excited after all, he was a grown man and my boss at that. Without notice he began lathering my chest and belly and slowly, very slowly but deliberately, my cock and balls. By now we were both straight out hard. What a gorgeous man cock. He was maybe five or six inches long, a bulbous cock head and thick shaft. He took my hand and guided it to his cock. I did not resist. He caressed my ass, fingered my ass crack up and down and then cupped my balls. I thought I was going to shoot then and there. He gently took my cock in his hand and worked it back and forth, all the while I just stood there gripping his huge hard on in my fist. He didn’t miss any part of my body touching and exploring with his mitt sized hands. “ Have you ever sucked a cock? ” he asked. “ No,” I lied. Yes it was a lie. When I was a kid in grade school I shared a bedroom with my older brother. Hey, ever boy with an older brother has either looked, touched, played or even sucked but, …that is another story.

He offered to show me how to suck if I promised to do it to him and without the benefit of a reply, he methodically but gingerly squatted down. The shower water splashed off the top of his head as he took my young teen cock into his mouth. Oh wow, wet and warm, lips like silk, tongue discovering my tiny balls and cock. He knew it would not take much for me to come so he abruptly got to his feet and suggested it was my turn to try. My lips were stretched to the limit but I took his cock into my mouth. It was so big I had no room in my mouth to actually suck so I moved my head back and forth. He took my hands and placed one on his big round ass and the other on his dangling balls. I was adjusting my mind to this extraordinary experience when the water suddenly stopped. I stood and looked at the giant naked man. He lifted me bodily to the work bench and sat me on the counter top. He spread my legs holding me aloft with his huge hands and I felt his thumbs part my ass cheeks, then the sensation of all sensations, … he buried his face in my ass. His tongue was like magic. I had never known such pleasures. My cock, my balls, my asshole, my ass cheeks, nothing was spared, every inch covered by his searching tongue. He took my cock deep into his mouth and sucked in earnest. He was kneeling and I could see he was jacking off while taking my cock. It was only minutes, maybe seconds, I ejected all my boy juice. He swallowed, slowed his suck and I could hear his heavy breathing and then a muffled moan. He shot his too. The next few minutes were a fleeting blur. He dressed hurriedly and said I had better be getting home soon. He was obviously nervous and it appeared he couldn’t get rid of me quickly enough. I wanted to put him at ease and tried to assure him it was our secret and in hope of proving my sincerity, I asked if I could shower here again. We live only a few miles away and as I rode my bike home I was in a mental and physical paradise, I wanted to turn around and do it again. Of course that was silly but two weeks later I, or rather I should say we, shared his private shower again. I worked at the resort four summers in a row. Oh yes, his shower was much more interesting than the public showers.

Back to the revelry of the present and my own shower. So many thoughts have invaded my mind in such a short span of time. I have been in my shower for almost ten minutes slowly stroking my cock and adding soapy lather reliving, reminiscing and fantasizing. My eyes are closed, it is refreshing and relieving to backtrack in time once in a while. The hot water is still splattering on my body. My hand picks up speed and I tense for the climax. Like a lightening bolt the culmination of my jacking overpowers my body and I squirt a steady flow about a foot away from the tip of my cock, it arcs into the swirling water and I watch it disappear down the drain. There is nothing like the real thing but, I do love the quiet time alone in my shower.