Tales of Horn Springs - The Birthday Party - 2/5 - Sex Stories

Tales of Horn Springs - The Birthday Party - 2/5

... heads all along the far wall, each separated by a couple of feet. Towel hooks are located along the opposite wall. As I enter I see that someone is toweling off to leave. I remove my towel, hang it up, and try to conceal my flagpole as I head to the nearest shower head.

I turn on the shower in front of me and am immediately hit with warm water that feels soothing on my sore muscles. The relaxation and warm water don't help the downstairs situation any. Noticing the other guy has left, I relax a little more and let my pecker proudly reach out from my body. I even arch back a little and clench my abs and groin, which stiffens my mast even more. God that feels good. I turn around to face away from the shower, letting the water drench my hair, shoulders, back, and ass. I spread my cheeks a bit to rinse out my crack. My hard-on is definitely on display now for anyone who may enter the room to see. I turn back around and let the water beat down on my head and allow myself to be engulfed by the spray. I lower my head down to breathe and open my eyes. There he is, still hard as a rock and seemingly beaming up at me begging for attention. I grab hold and give myself a good squeeze and twist. My knees buckle a bit from the sensation. I move my other hand down below my balls where I use two fingers to apply pressure to my taint. This makes me stiffen up again, urging my other hand to start stroking my wet cock. With Margo's greeting this morning and Kim's rocking body still fresh ...

... in my mind, I am more than eager to plaster the shower wall.

Right as I feel that I'm establishing a good rhythm, I notice someone has stepped up to the shower right next to me. I quickly stop pumping and turn to the side to conceal myself. I'm worried that if I get caught rubbing one out in the shower I would get kicked out of the gym or get fined for indecent exposure or some shit.

"You don't have to stop on my account." I hear the voice next to me say.

I look over and see a middle-aged man standing there washing himself with a bar of soap. He is a bit taller than me and ripped. Not just ripped for an older guy, but ripped in general. He is working the soap over his massive pecks and downward over his impressive six-pack.

"Who, me?" I sheepishly ask. The fright of the situation is causing my erection to diminish.

The guy turns around to face away from the shower and looks around while he is still applying soap to his torso. "I don't see anyone else in here, do you?" The man asks sarcastically. He then turns back around and starts lathering up his junk.

I turn back to face my shower and get a good look at his equipment. He may be taller than me, but it appears I may be more well-endowed than him. I reach for my soap to continue my shower, my wood almost completely gone except for the effect of the warm shower keeping my junk hanging lower and fuller.

"What's your name?" The man asks while working the soap bar from his junk to his ass.

"Jason."

"I'm ...