My crush in the shower

Matt and I looked eyed each other from opposite corners of the locker room as the last guy closed his locker and headed out of the room. I’ve had a crush on Matt since middle school, but never acted on it. Being from a small town, you had to be mindful of such things. But we only had one more month of school before we graduated and moved on with our lives. The last couple of years he’s flirted with me something fierce, which drove me crazy! I have cum soaked socks and t shirts in my room that can attest to that!

Matt, being older than me by a couple of months, was taller than me, but physically I looked more mature. Matt has a whisp of a treasure trail and a smooth chest with a swimmer’s build. He started shaving only a year ago. Conversely, I started shaving at the end of eight grade. My legs and arms were hairier than most in school, as was my chest and belly. Unlike Matt’s swimmer’s build, I was built more like a baseball player: thick yet toned. Matt made fun of me for my hairy body, but I suspected he did so because he either was jealous or was interested in me. 

“You heading out?” I asked from across the room.

“Have to shower still” he replied.

“Me, too” I added, lying.

I followed Matt into the shower. The shower was small but that’s because the school’s small. All four grades had less than 200 kids in it with our senior class having only about 40. Therefore, we had to take turns in the shower as there was only room for 6 at a time. Technically, Matt and I could have showered with the other three guys, but we waited. I had my reasons and I suspect Matt had the same reasons.

“Damn!” I yelled as I stepped into the hot water. “That’s hot!”

“Thanks!” Matt replied from under his running, his lopsided smile causing my piece to swell more than it already had.

“Shut up” I muttered.

“You want to try to shut me up!?” he joked as he stepped over to me, shoving me gently. The joking verbal harassment was typical Matt, but the physical contact, particularly in the shower, wasn’t. I was shocked but titillated at the same time.

“You trying to touch me in the shower?” I jabbed back, calling his heterosexuality into question.

“You wish!” Clever retort, I thought.

“Maybe YOU wish?” I challenged, running the water over my head and face. Wow. That was even less clever. I distinctly heard wet footsteps to my left. Then I felt Matt grab me, pulling my head down to his side to give me a head lock.

“What are you doing, stupid?!” I said, trying to push myself away. In doing so, I felt something familiar brush up against me. Matt was hard!

I’ve long fantasized about it, but never seen it before. Hard that is. I’ve seen all the guys in my class naked at some point while showering – Matt included. But I’ve never seen Matt hard in person, only in my mind’s eye.

I broke free of him and brushed my hair out of my eyes so I could see. My sexual experience up to this point has been with myself, mostly, if you don’t count the few times I’ve jacked with the neighbor boy in the woods and my cousin when we were in fourth or fifth grade (for as much as you can at that age).

I noticed Matt standing there, not moving. His wet swimmers body stunningly pretty; the water running down his torso, showing he had some chest hair I hadn’t noticed before, water darkening his trail and flattening his pubes. From which shot out his hard dick. Seems Matt’s a grower and not a shower! It was a good deal larger than I expected.

“This what you want?” I asked him, grabbing my growing piece and shaking it at him. My thinking was he’d laugh or punch me and continue with his shower. To my surprise, he stepped towards me and grabbed it. This was the first time I’ve had another man’s hand on my member and it felt amazing.

“This is what you want” he rightfully said as he started moving his hand up and down, staring into my eyes. Of course, at eighteen, naked with my crush of, at this point, about half of my life, it responded to growing to full size in a matter of seconds.

He looked down and his eyes widened, seemingly surprised at its size (didn’t realize at the time, but later, that I was more than average in the endowment department). I watched him bend down and point it at his face. He pulled the shaft firmly, the water not acting as lubrication in any way! It hurt. I was sad, thinking this, if it happened, wouldn’t be as amazing as I’d imagined. It was then he reached around with his other hand, grabbed his bar of soap he’d dropped on the floor, and soaped me up. The bar of soap acting like lube as his hand slid up and down with ease. 

He pulled from base to the edge of my head, then back down, slowly. The water went from warm back to hot, but I barely noticed. Faster and faster, he pulled and pushed, my hairy nuts slinging back and forth, slapping up against his palm. He changed hands, moving the hand with the soap to his own now flexing pole. 

As the water ran down my body, it started to rinse off the soap so I stepped towards him to prevent this. I guess he took this to mean something it didn’t, and he pushed me back under the water so it washed off the soap from my dick, then pulled me back from the shower and wrapped his mouth around it. 

Instantly I lost my load before he even got his lips to the base (but to be fair, I doubt he was good at it at that time in his life). I shot white globs of thick liquid all over his face and, once he moved his face back, his chest. I stopped breathing as I watched more boy juice than I’ve ever seen me produce come out of my swollen shaft. It seemed as if my cock was gasping, swelling and contracting visibly with every shot.

Matt leaned back, still milking me, and pumped his soap covered fist two or three times on his own cock before he, too, was erupting white liquid up into the air. I watched it rise and fall, splattering on the wet tile of the locker room shower. He exhaled forcefully, his face, now blood red started to return to normal color as his testicular convulsions started to elate. He opened his eyes, looked at me with a guilty look on his face, then smiled, still holding onto both of our cocks.

He slid his hand off of me, his cum covered had grazing my hyper-sensitive head, causing my body to shake, as he stood up. He flung his dick down towards the shower floor releasing the last drop of his liquid genetic material and walked back to his shower.

I stood there, wondering what just happened, still hard and somewhat disappointed. I wanted this, when it was to happen, to last longer than twenty seconds! I stepped back under my shower. “Damn!” I yelled, remembering the water still too hot. I rinsed myself off as Matt turned off his shower and walked out behind me. By the time my hands got to my dick, I was still hard and still horny. What the hell, I thought? The worst is over.

Grabbing my own bar of soap, I grabbed myself and worked myself up again. I closed my eyes imagining more happening with me and Matt in the shower and in no time, I felt another wave come upon me. On my tiptoes, bracing myself on the shower wall with my left hand, I grunted and blasted another round of sperm, this time on the shower wall. As I slowed my stroking, my body still pushing out the last couple of drops from me, I opened my eyes, feeling someone watching me. I looked over and Matt stood in the doorway, watching. Oh well! I turned to him, still slowly working my now softening member. He smiled, wrapped the towel around his waist and walked around the shower door.

Not knowing what the hell just happened, I turned off my shower, leaving my boy spackle to dry on the shower wall, and, grabbing my towel, walked quickly around the corner. Matt was getting dressed in silence, the only sound was my wet feet slapping the concrete floor as I walked to my locker.

“What was all that?” I asked sheepishly.

“What do you mean?” he replied without turning around and looking at me.

“All that shit in there!” I protested.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he said, closing his locker. I stood there, still trying to figure out what was happening as he zipped up his bag and walked towards me, in the opposite of the direction of the exit.

He walked up to me, looked towards the door, then turned back to me. He looked me up and down, admiring my wet, eighteen year old,hairy boy body, then, leaning in, he said: “You know where I live, right?”

I shook my head yes – we all knew where we all lived in this tiny town.

“Tomorrow night, 8PM. My place. I’ll be alone.” He slapped my wet, towel covered butt. “We can finish what we started.” He smiled. I watched him walk out of the locker room, my towel now sporting a vertical tent. I smiled as I dried off and got dressed. I walked out to my car and saw a piece of paper under the wiper. It had his address written on it followed by a smiley face. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough, I thought, as I drove home, my dick, once again, growing in my shorts.