A few years after college, I landed a teaching position at a High School. The school was understaffed, and in addition to my teaching obligations, I was asked to coach the varsity cheer team. I had cheered in college and was excited to add it to my list of duties.
A cheer camp was coming up, and our team would have to travel to another city, 4 hours away to participate. We had some parent chaperones and volunteers on the trip.
This particular camp was held on a college campus, and all of us attending would be staying in the dorms. The students and the adults signed up to share rooms. I ended up sharing with one of the parent chaperones.
I didn't know anything about this parent, but I was very familiar with his daughter. A very talented but timid girl. She was the best tumbler, dancer, and cheerleader on the squad, but her introverted nature meant that no one would ever know. I struck up a conversation with my new roomy, who gave me a lot of insight as to why his daughter was the way she was. It was a candid conversation, and we talked for hours on the 1st night. Even though he had at least 15 years on me, I felt a real connection to him.
After an all-day workshop and dinner, I headed back to the dorms for a shower. Mind you, there were no boys on this High School cheer squad, and I had the entire men's communal shower room almost to myself. It wasn't the largest shower room and could only accommodate maybe 10 guys at a time. It was kind of cool being in there alone. The nostalgia of being in a school communal shower turned me on. I had only to close my eyes to remember the thrill of seeing so many of my teammates naked. All sizes, all shapes, all colors, and so many cocks! I was feeling rather horny, and figured since I was alone, why not bust a nut?
I turned up the heat of the water, lathered up with the bodywash I brought with me, and slowly began to get myself hard. I had never had the opportunity to jerk off in the showers back in college, as I was never alone. The thought of doing something forbidden just made me that much hornier. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was and how hard my cock was. I wasn't maybe 10 minutes into my shower and jerk session when I heard someone enter the shower room. It was my New friend and roommate, the parent of one of my cheerleaders. We had not encountered one another almost the entire day, and I hadn’t even considered we might be showering at the same time.
I literally had no place to hide. I was just standing there in the shower with a full hard-on, frozen in my embarrassment. He looked directly at me, dropped his towel, and then moved towards me. This man's physique immediately took my breath away. He was tall, muscular, with a hint of a dad bod and a hefty cock. He took the shower opposite me, and there was no way he could miss that I was displaying a raging hard-on that was not going down. He smiled, looked directly at my cock, and turned on his shower. He slowly walked towards me, grabbed my bottle of body wash, stepped back, and started lathering up. I was mesmerized as he slowly and methodically began stroking his cock.
We said nothing to one another. The only noise was the sound of water spraying from the shower head. I could not help but admire his body and his beautiful, now fully hard cock. It felt like forever as we watched each other. It almost felt like we were doing something wrong and forbidden, but I put those thoughts out of my head, and I decided to make a move. I followed his lead and resumed stroking my cock.
The shower room was long and narrow, and we were standing about 4 feet apart. We were both facing one another, backs to the shower head, water beating us from behind, watching one another masturbating. I mimicked his moves as he jerked his cock. When he pinched his nipple, I pinched mine; when he rubbed his chest, I rubbed mine. The sexual tension in the air could not be ignored. I could feel my arousal intensifying as we increased the rhythm of our strokes
Our breathing had become almost labored and loud as we accelerated our stroke rate. We continued to look at one another, matching each other, stroke for stroke. This was so unexpected and hot that there was no reason to prolong this dance. We caught each other's eyes and, as if we had planned it all along, we spilled our seed onto the shower floor almost in tandem. It was a powerful orgasm for both of us, and my new friend was as spent as I was.
Something nearly instinctual took over us, and we walked closer to one another. I placed a hand on his shoulder, and he gently grabbed my face with one hand. Our foreheads made contact, but we said nothing, standing there, breathing heavily, connected for a few moments. As we caught our breath, we both reached towards the other's cock as if it were a type of handshake. Hello, good friend. It was done, and we were spent.
Cheer camp would last another 2 days, and man, did I look forward to those end of the day showers.
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