Shared Shower Surprise by danjames42b..,

I was still sore about sharing a room. This was a rare chance for me to be away from the family. I planned to have a chat with Anna, not to do anything, just to see her smile and catch up a bit. I wasn’t sure I was comfortable doing that when this other guy might walk in. Secrecy is rule number one with Anna. Letting him see me chatting with a woman when my wife or kids might also call at some point. Not safe. So instead I went for a walk and we just had a voice call. It was good, but not what I’d wanted. And when I returned, there he was.

He seemed normal enough, average face, fit body, friendly enough before focusing back on his work or whatever. I couldn’t tell if he was upset to have to share too. Would he snore? What if it was one of the rare nights I did? Fuck, this sucked.

Rather than sit and sulk, I stripped to my boxers and told the guy I was gonna shower. He grunted, barely looking up from his laptop. I took off my boxers and checked myself out in the mirror. I had just shaved my chest and balls again this morning at home. Not that I was planning to get naked for Anna, but well, just in case we got carried away… but now there was only me to enjoy looking at myself, so I did. I gave my cock a few strokes to make it bigger, then satisfied and wishing I could have shown Anna, I turned on the fan (which was unpleasantly loud) and hopped in the well-lit shower.

Once in there, I soaped and scrubbed and, as often happens, ended up playing with my dick. Not like I was going to be able to hit random chat or otherwise masturbate in the room with that guy there. It felt great covered with soap in the hot water, fantasies of Anna running thru my mind. I decided to finger my ass too, just a bit. Sliding one and then two fingers in to massage my prostate often seemed to enhance an orgasm. I could feel it building, and in a thoughtless, shameless moment, I let a small moan of pleasure out. Part of me wondered if he could hear, after all, the nature of white noise like a fan and running water is that it covers more in the space and often doesn’t stop other noise from penetrating thin walls.

And because it inhibited my hearing, I didn’t hear the door quietly open and the unexpected roommate come in. Even if I had, I’m not sure I would have stopped, it felt fucking great and I figured the white shower curtain was an effective barrier. My horny mind didn’t process that the way the lights were brighter in the shower would leave a shadowy silhouette. In any case, there I was, fingering my ass and jacking off ignorant of being visible until he turned on the sink. Immediately, I stopped, going half-limp in moments, then stuck my head around the curtain to see him there in his boxers, holding his toothbrush.

“Uh, hey,” I said, not sure if he knew what I was just doing.

“Hey,” he said, “Sorry, just need to get ready for bed. Didn’t mean to interrupt your fun there. Don’t mind me! Guy’s gotta take care of his needs and all.”

My face felt hot with embarrassment. “Ah, heh. Yeah, uh…” Words failed me.

“Seriously, please. No embarrassment, dude. I do the same all the time, and I was just trying to decide if I could wank a quick one to some porn while you were in here or wait and do it in here once you were done. We all do it, right?”

I managed a more natural, relaxed laugh this time, and a smile. Then I couldn’t help but look down and notice a serious erection going on under his boxers. He saw my look, and I saw he saw I noticed it. “Yeah, man”, I said, “looks like you’re almost ready to go.”

He laughed, “Fuck yeah. Hearing you and seeing that you were stroking and fingering your ass, definitely added to my need to cum tonight.”

“Seeing?” I still hadn’t realized how clear my silhouette was.

“Uh, yeah, just your shadow, I mean, you’re pretty backlit there, dude.”

Deciding to lean into it and stop being embarrassed, I laughed again. “Fuck. That’s embarrassing.” I shook my head, feeling my dick start to harden again, I went bold. “But you liked that, did you?”

He looked a bit sheepish, but grinned, “Yeah, looked good.” This time his eyes darted down, and I realized he could probably tell that I was getting hard again. His smile widened a bit. “You finger your ass when you jerk a lot?”

“In the shower, from time to time.” Being honest about that with this guy who was obviously into it, only made my cock stiffen more and bump against the curtain.

He looked at it more pointedly now. “Me too, man, not all guys are into ass stuff, but it always makes me cum harder.”

I made eye contact then looked down again. His dick was obviously full mast and eager to be free of those boxers. It seemed a little longer even than mine. “Yeah, same here.” I replied. “So, fuck, I’m still all turned on and not done, do you really not mind if I keep at it? I could get out and finish in the room, if you want the shower now.”

He seemed to hesitate, then resolve to something, and avoiding eye contact with me, suggested, “Or we could both stroke here. Might be more fun that way.”

My cock throbbed, bumping the shower curtain. I reached down to grab it, and watched silently as he slid a hand into his boxers. “Fuck.” I whispered breathlessly. “Yeah, might as well, I guess, if you want, sure…”

My incoherent rambling trailed off, and I just held my cock and watched as he nodded, gave me that sheepish grin again and started to pull down his boxers. I stared as he did it slowly, looking between himself and my face and the clear silhouette of my hand around my cock. The band of the boxers pulled his cock down until it bounced up and free. I took a deep, slow breath at that, aroused by the sight of his raging erection. As he bent to pull his boxers down the rest, then straightened to step out of them, I admired his dick. Cut, like mine, it was thinner but easily an inch longer than my own. His balls were shaved like mine and his pubes trimmed short. If there were ever a cock I thought would be fun to mess around with, this was pretty damn close.

I pulled open the shower curtain further to make room, as he walked over, his own eyes locked on my dick, which was now exposed, not merely a silhouette behind a thin curtain. He stepped in and closed the curtain as I backed up into the water, still holding my dick. He took hold of his and we made brief, smiling eye contact.

“You ever jerk with another guy?” he asked me after a few moments of slow stroking together, me in the water, him outside it.

“Yes and no,” I said, happy for the conversation to lighten the intensity and uncertainty. “I have done this online with random guys on chat sites a lot, but never in person. What about you?”

“Not much. I used to have this one friend, though. We’d mess around from time to time”

“Mess around?”

“Yeah, watch porn, jerk off together, sometimes play around a bit.”

“Like stroke each other?” I wasn’t interested in vague answers with all the fantasies and “what ifs” bouncing around my horny brain.

He chuckled, “Yeah, yeah, never told anyone about that though, so it’s a little awkward I guess.”

“Yeah, I get that.” I was stroking a little harder now. “So, you want to get in the water here?”

“Yeah, but then maybe let’s point the shower to the wall, so it doesn’t wash away all the soap.”

“Good idea,” I said, turning and leaning against the wall to let him by.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, trying awkwardly to figure out how to best step by me in the narrow hotel tub. Finally he just put a hand on the wall by my shoulder and stepped sideways past. As he did, our cocks were pointed right at each other. A centimeter or less from touching. My pulse raced at the thought. He rubbed water all over as I stepped to the “dry” end and picked up the soap. I used it all over, like before, soaping up my chest, my ass, balls, and cock, then offered it to him. He pushed the sprayer so the water just hit the wall and took the soap. I watched, slowly stroking my slippery, soapy member while watching him take the soap that had just been all over my privates and rub it all over his.

“Fuck,” I said, “you’ve got a great dick, man.”

“Thanks,” he took a deep breath, “you too. I love how thick yours is.”

“But not as nice and long as yours.”

“Thanks,” he said again.

“So.”

“Yeah,” he added, our eloquence lost to horniness.

Not sure what else to say, we both started stroking. I used my free hand to rub my chest and nipples and caress my balls. He basically mirrored me, each of us watching the other.

“So, if you want to finger your ass more… ” he trailed off.

“Umm, yeah, I mean, I dunno.” I didn’t know what to say to that. I wanted to, but I also wanted… fuck, I could hardly let myself finish the forbidden thought. I mean, sure, any horny straight guy is going to be curious, and with my online activities, it was a bit more than curious for me, but… well, butt, I thought. “You can too, of course,” I finished lamely.

“Thanks, yeah,” he gave me an encouraging look and actually did slide his left hand around to play with his ass a bit. He obviously hadn’t stuck the finger in, but was breaking the ice a bit, to encourage me. He obviously wanted to see more of that. So I did. I turned to face the wall at an angle and bent over a bit, reaching back and sliding a finger inside me. He groaned in response and started stroking harder.

“Uhnnn,” I moaned softly breathing harder, eyes fixed on that long hard cock of his, wondering what it would feel like pushing inside me, and subconsciously turning a little more, so he could see better. I looked at his face, and his eyes were trading between my ass and my cock. Looking down again, I could see he had actually pressed his finger inside himself too. I couldn’t take it, I would be cumming soon. “I’m gonna cum soon, man.” I warned him.

“Fuck, me too” he moaned in response.

“Do you want to,” I paused for a breath and moan as I hit my prostate well, meaning to finish by saying, “do it together” for whatever that meant, but he mistook my pause and finished it different in his head…

“Oh fuck yes, please!” He said, removing his finger and stepping forward. He grabbed my hip with his free hand, pulling my ass around to him. Shocked and close to cumming, I had no resistance. I bent over more and looked back to see, as sure enough, he aimed that long cock right at my tight hole. I pulled my finger out and put a hand on the wall to support me. As the head of his soapy cock touched my anus, he looked up and we made eye contact, I moaned again and gave the slightest nod. He started to penetrate me, slow, steady, pulling my hip and thrusting his own forward, his cock pushed into me, and I bore down, pushing back to relax my sphincter and take it in me. I was glad for all my practice with two and even three fingers that I knew how to comfortably take penetration, how you had to bear down and push like taking a shit to relax it. And it worked, as that hot–and actually warm in temperature–hard dick pushed inside me, I was able to take it with hardly any discomfort, and fuck, it just kept going deeper. I could never get my fingers half as deep as a 7″ cock could go. It felt so thick, and I was glad he wasn’t as thick as I was, but it felt amazing, violating and satisfying and just so full, to have a real cock, from some guy I just met deep inside my ass.