Date: Mon, 14 Sep 1998 19:50:21 PDT
From: leykopygos@hotmail.com
Subject: Shower Surprise

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE OR OFFENDED BY SEXUAL ACTIVITIES BETWEEN
MEN DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.  THIS SHORT STORY IS A SEXUAL FANTASY.  THE
CHARACTERS ARE PRODUCTS OF MY IMAGINATION AN ANY RESEMBLANCE TO AN ACTUAL
PERSON OR CIRCUMSTANCE IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

			      SHOWER SURPRISE
			 By leykopygos@hotmail.com

	My entire focus as a pre-teen and adolescent was filled with the
desire to become a great classical pianist and a sexual fantasy life that
controlled me like an addiction.  I was far cry from being a stud and my
abysmal self esteem, and timidity isolated me from the popular clique in
school.  I was one of the three or four worst athletes in my class or even
the classes several years younger and always one of the last picks for team
sports in PE.  I was always more interested in male anatomy than female and
played doctor with the other neighborhood boys since kindergarten.  One of
these guys whom I thought of as my best friend told another guy when we
were in the seventh grade and from then on I was trying to run from the
"class fag" rap.  I became outwardly very religious and inwardly a mess.
Every waking minute not spent practicing piano was spent thinking about
dicks.  I couldn't lay eyes on a guy without checking out his basket first.
I had had four sexual contacts with guys in my school before I left high
school and two of these were strictly trade.  I had one friend who also
knew he was gay whom I met in the seventh grade.  We played around a few
times but lost interest in each other as fuck buddies and were just
friends.
	My senior year I received music scholarships to two schools within
sixty miles of home.  One was an expensive private school in the closest
large city.  The other was a cheap (cheapest in the state) state university
in a sleepy, typical southern town with a smaller population than that
enrolled in the school.  My father had always opposed my desire to pursue
music so he based his decision on money.
	By graduation I had made no effort to find a summer job.  This
didn't sit at all well with Daddy, who had a southern farm boy work ethic.
He told me pack up because in six days I was starting college.  This was
great news to me.  Even if I was going from one Alabama hick town to a
smaller one at least I was getting away from home.
	I had all these wild fantasies about campus life and release from
my parents close scrutiny.  My first impression fueled these dreams even
more.  The guy that checked me into the dorm was a wet dream frat boy.  Of
course I was just a little nerd in his eyes.  Then my assigned roommate
shows up and puts the frat boy to shame.  He was twenty-one and was just
entering college after several years on his own.  He took one look at me
and another at the dorm.  He unpacked a little and headed out the door.  He
showed back up the next day to collect his stuff.  "Man! no pussy allowed
and trotting down the hall to the showers and head ain't cool.  I'm getting
an apartment with another guy.  Nice to meetcha.  See y'round."  That was
the last I ever saw of him.  But, on the plus side, I did have a private
room for the summer.
	The first person I met that first afternoon (after my parents took
off) was a reasonably attractive organ major.  He invited me to ride out
with him to a farm where some of his friends lived.  Before I had even
realized what was happening they had pulled out some reefers and mushroom
tea.  Now I had never even had a sip of beer before (remember, I played at
being a good Christian boy), but not wanting to be uncool I had a little of
both.  With that first contact all of my religious charade vanished.  I
really wasn't aware of any effect (no joke). I had never smoked anything so
I couldn't really inhale, and I only sipped at about one half cup of tea (I
was scared by everything I had ever been told about the evils of DRUGS).
After sunset Gene (that's what we'll call him anyway) and I headed back to
the cafeteria for dinner.
	After Gene determined I had nothing planned for the evening he
asked if I wanted to go back to his room and listen to some records.  He
said he had some wonderful organ records (I Know! Please don't groan.  It's
Gods honest truth).  I accepted at light speed.  I hoped this was going
some where and he was a nice looking guy.
	After a while he pulls out another joint and I again proved I was a
non-smoker.  I was sitting in a chair at his desk and his was stretched out
on his twin bed.  The stereo was on a shelf behind me.  The next time he
came over to change records I twisted around with my hand resting on the
top of the chair back only inches from his crotch.  When he finished
fiddling with the stereo he stayed there nonchalantly looking down at me.
The blood was pounding in my swimming head.  I raised my arm up to rest my
forearm on the back of the chair and my hand grazed his crotch.  I thought
I was being subtle and could claim it was an accident if he freaked.  He
showed no sign of noticing or being nonplussed so I started rubbing his
crotch.  Now comes the kicker. He says, "Hey Davey, it's cool if you are
but I'm not that way."  I am doing mental gymnastics but kept on rubbing
not even able to stop myself.  He might say he's not that way but he made
no effort to step away.  In a complete fever of rushing hormones I reached
up to unzip his fly.  He put his hand down to stop me, and moved back
around the desk to lay down on his bed apologizing the whole time about how
he had never done this and how he wasn't "that way".  I was crushed. I sat
there for awhile and thought my rep here was now ruined too, and on my
first day.  After a few minutes he started moaning about how fucked up he
is.  He asked me if I minded cutting off the overhead light.  And then
asked me if I wanted to sit on the foot of the bed.  I said sure and did
just that.  He kept talking about how fucked up he was and rubbed his
crotch.  Well before long my hand was creeping up his leg back to his
crotch.  He was still mumbling protestations but made no move to stop me as
I unzipped him and pulled out his cock.  To my complete disappointment it
was about the size of my thumb, but at least it was a dick and he was such
a nice guy.  As soon as I had my lips around his cock his moans ceased
being protest and started being encouragement.  Before long we were
sixty-nining.  He was really avid for a novice.  He smothered my body with
kisses as he turned me onto my stomach and pushed himself into my butt.  I
had been fucked a few times before(by three average size dicks with as much
finesse as typical teen-age boys could muster.  Getting fucked has been the
whole ball of wax to me since I was in fifth or sixth grade.  Anything else
is mere foreplay.) and only had a quick stab of pain as he broke through my
puckered ring.  He blew his load up my butt within two minutes.  He had me
dressed and out the door within two more saying he had to crash.  I thought
I was in love.
	The next day I met another organ major, Carl (overweight, and even
more effeminate than me), who quickly sized me up as gay and adopted me as
a bosom buddy.  When I recounted to him the previous evenings encounter he
quickly told me Gene was a jerk, who pulled that scam on everybody.  He had
been one Gene's previous saps.
	My fantasies of college quickly evaporated.  The good-looking guys
I wanted, wanted nothing to do with me.  My only sexual partners remained
my hand and my imagination. The light spot in all of this Carl and I became
good friends.  I met his friends, some gay and some bisexual, all pot
heads, some on prescribed pharmaceuticals, all pretty closeted outside of
their own circle.  I remained unable to seriously inhale pot and afraid to
try anything else.  One of the guys, Roger (bisexual, married, and of no
sexual interest to me) was from a wealthy old southern family.  They had a
beach house down on the gulf coast.  For the Fourth we all headed down
there for the long holiday weekend.  When we got there Roger's younger
brother, Ashley, was already there.  Carl had already told me a lot about
him.  He was very attached to his contentiously divorced mother (southern
matron par excellence), still living at home taking art at the junior
college.  Ashley and I hit it off immediately.  He was cute in a dizzy way
and I was desperately looking for love.  This trip was my first real
exposure to alcohol.  I knew my father drank on occasion and thought this
might be something I might like.  We had several gallons of rum and
tequila.  I did like it and caught my first real buzz.  While everyone else
was catching a nap, Ashley and I were still in the light gulf surf.  We were
about nipple deep standing talking to each other when I felt his hand brush
across the front of my suit.  My hormones went into overdrive.  I reached
out and mimicked his motion.  He smiled and my dick quickly stood out.  I
felt him firm up in my hand.  We simultaneously freed each other's cocks.
We stroked each other, fondled balls, and dove underwater for a few
tentative kisses.  I took his cock in my mouth and sucked on it until I
felt my lungs would burst.  When I broke the surface of the water Ashley
said we had to find a place to be alone.  He didn't want to do anything
about which Roger could find out.  He said they had a weird relationship
and Roger would go straight to their mother.  We walked up the beach to the
house.  It was one of those old style clapboard houses on stilts, but there
was a large storage room downstairs with an air-conditioner that did double
duty as overflow sleeping quarters.  We quietly slipped in and started
madly pulling each other's suits off.  We didn't even bother to turn the AC
on. His clipped dick was beautiful. It was slightly longer than my on six
incher and a little thicker.  I dropped to my knees to examine it.  It was
as straight as flagpole and slapped back against his firm belly when I
released it.  The head flared out wide above the shaft and was an angry
flushed red atop the straight column.  I leaned in close and buried my nose
in his light brown bush.  The smell and taste of the salt water imprinted a
permanently in my memory as my lapped against his tightly drawn firm balls.
His hands massaged my head and neck as he pulled my face in tighter.  I
gently took one of his balls in my mouth as he groaned, "Ricky, that's
great".  I licked my way up his rigid rod, opened wide and took his cock
down my throat until my lips were again buried in his salty pubes again and
my eyes started watering.  I had never tried to deep throat a cock before,
the two trades I used to service would try to shove their cocks, about this
same size, down my gullet but I always resisted when I started getting
choked.  But I wanted Ashley to enjoy this.  When I finally came up for air
he raised me back up to my feet and replaced his cock with his thrusting
tongue.  This was the first time I had ever been kissed by a man and it set
my tipsy mind spinning.  Before I realized what was happening Ashley had
gently pushed me down on the cot at the back of the room.  He took my cock
in his mouth and started riding it with full firm strokes.  I had never
felt anything this intense before.  Just as I felt the juices rising in my
nuts, he slipped up into my arms and ran his tongue over my shoulders and
neck.  I have always been hypersensitive and this drove me wild.  I knew
what I really wanted and asked if he would fuck me.  He was more than
ready.  I sucked on his cock to get it thoroughly wet and turned over on my
belly.  He crouched on my thighs and positioned his cockhead at my
quivering butthole.  The initial jolt of pain ripped through me as his head
pierced my sphincter.  I knew to expect this from my previous experience
but it was still a shock.  He allowed me to adjust to the stretching my
tight boy butt was experiencing then pushed on home.  His thrusting drove
my cock into the mattress beneath me.  He was so hot that it was only a
matter of moments until he spurted filling my distended asshole.  He pulled
out, got on his hands and knees and said it was my turn.  My first entry
brought up off his hands and groaning for to stop.  I pulled back out as he
whimpered for a moment to recover.  Shortly he relaxed and I carefully
reinserted my throbbing dick up his butt.  It took almost five minutes to
get it in and only one or two to come.  Ah youth!
	We straightened ourselves back up and started back out to enter the
house.  There standing outside the door was Carrie, Roger's crazy(and I do
mean under treatment) wife.
	"I know what y'all have been doing!" she said gleefully.  Carrie
loved causing trouble.  "I'm telling everyone."  Then she turned and
preceded us upstairs.  Her announcement to everyone didn't have the effect
she had desired.  Even Roger's strongest response was a smirked ribbing.
	We were inseparable for the rest of the weekend.  This was my first
love.  Unfortunately living in different places we only saw each other
twice more that summer and by fall our affair petered out.
	That Fall Carl and I had decided to live together in the dorm.  My
first week back was eye opening.  During Summer the dorm had not been fully
occupied and I seldom saw anyone else in the shower.  But Fall term of
course we were full up mainly with other freshmen.  There were cute guys
all up and down the hall.  Most freshmen had eight o'clock classes so my
first trip to the showers I had to wait in line.  The showers were all
lined up around the walls in one large room with no dividers.  I tried not
to stare but that was an impossibility for me.  Most of the guys were
reasonably cute and it was a real chore to keep from throwing a woody (I
wasn't always successful).  Two guys directly across the hall from me had
really caught my attention.  One was a tall lithe guy with a craggy face
but a long cock.  He was completely oblivious to me other than a nodded
greeting.  His roommate, Willy, was super-cute, a Shaun Cassidy type and he
had a long, thick, circumcised cock.  Most of the time the shower would be
crowded but some mornings Willy and I would be in there alone.  I couldn't
help sneaking peeks at him.  He really turned me on.  Of course the
inevitable would happen and my cock would start stiffening out.  Soon I
would notice a similar swelling of Willy's already large member.  He had
the second biggest cock I had ever seen soft. I had never seen a hard on
noticeably larger than my own.  He was nearly nine inches long and twice as
thick as myself.  Before long we would both be at full mast and trying to
act like there was nothing out of the ordinary.
	These impromptu sessions happened sporadically throughout the
beginning of the term.  My solitary and frequent jack-off fantasies were
filled with images of Willy.  I wanted his hard cock fucking my butt in the
worst way.  I knew it would kill me but I couldn't think of much else.
	Most of the guys on the hall were friendly to me, which was a new
sensation to me after high school, but as the term wore on Willy would
actually make the effort to engage me in conversation when we met with no
one else around.  I thought he was just a nice guy.  Weekends at the campus
were usually pretty dead.  Drinking age was still twenty-one so unless you
belonged to a frat there wasn't a lot of partying to be found.  There were
some older guys in the dorm that would sell alcohol to the under-aged but
their prices were triple cost.  Most of the students lived in the
metropolitan area forty miles north and could find a better social life at
home.  The weekend after midterms the campus was even more deserted than
usual.  Carl and all my other friends had gone home.  I had seen most of
the guys on the hall packing and loading cars.  I stayed because I could
handle a weekend alone better than I could handle a weekend with the
family.
	I went to the dining room and joined the other music majors who
lived too far away to go home.  I had just sat down when Willy walked past
the table toward the frat table he was hoping to pledge next term.  As he
passed he nodded.  After I finished I was leaving the dining room to go
practice for a few hours when I almost walked smack into Willy.
	"You trying to run me over?"  he asked jokingly.  I stammered a
flustered apology.  Then he asked, "You staying here for the weekend?"
	"Yeah, not really in the mood to deal with the folks this weekend."
	"I know what you mean."  He replied smiling.  "If you get bored
look me up."  Then he turned and took off.  I was floored.  He couldn't be
interested in hanging out with me.  I went off on my way to the practice
room but I couldn't concentrate.  After an hour of aimless effort.  I
headed back to the dorm.  As I got to my door I started to knock on Willy's
door but my lack of confidence got the better of me.  I settled down in my
room to read some.  After a little while heard a door open in the hall open
and close soon followed by the squeak of the bathroom door (it was loud and
unmistakable).  I felt that by the nearness of the first sound that it had
to be Willy.  Then I heard the sound of a shower turned on.  My libido took
control and in seconds I had my clothes off and a towel around my waist.  I
grabbed my shaving kit and headed to the showers.  I was so scared and
excited I was nearly shaking.  I set my stuff down on a bench outside and
entered the shower.  Sure enough it was Willy.  But what had me dumbstruck
is that his big rod was turgid and throbbing in his hand.  He apparently
hadn't heard me enter.  I was completely undone.  I was trying to mumble
out an apology and back out when he looked up.  He quickly turned around.
"Sorry man, I couldn't help myself, I'm hornier than hell.  Don't let me
run you off.  You'll make me feel like more of a jerk than I already do.
Here I'll warm you up a shower head."  He turned on the hot water in the
next shower.  Well I couldn't leave now and make him feel bad.  Besides I
wanted to stay.  I took my place at his side.  He was facing the wall and
had stuck his face up under the water.  This gave me the chance to stare,
unobserved, at his massive fuckstick.  It was still fully hard standing up
at a sixty degree angle.  It waved in the air as his body moved.  His pubic
hair was wet and cling to his skin emphasizing the massiveness of his rod.
It was straight as it could be and got thicker as it neared the root.  His
head was helmet shaped and stood out from the shaft.  The shaft was smooth
with little vascularity and had a thick cum tube running up the bottom.  As
I stared at him open mouthed I realized he had pulled his face from the
water and was watching me.  I looked up to see him smiling at me.  "Sorry
about the show," he said, "but when I'm this stoked up it has a mind of
it's own.  You know yours seems to have a mind of it's own also."  I looked
down to see my own six inches pointing back at me.  I was too stunned with
embarrassment to even turn my back to him.  He must have read my reaction
and to put me at ease said, "Don't sweat it it's just us guys and it feels
great to have a roaring hard on spearing the air.  You certainly don't have
anything to be embarrassed about.  That's a healthy piece you've got
there."  "Thanks," I stammered, "But it looks like a little kids next to
yours."  "Oh, I don't know.  Let's see."  Without any further ado he
stepped up to me, grasped our cocks and held them together in his hand.  I
thought my knees were going to buckle.  "See there isn't much difference,"
he said.  (What a liar.)  His cock dwarfed mine.  He started rubbing them
together and with no warning I shot all over his wet bush.  I was so undone
I started to slump when I felt his arms holding me to him.  "You got cum
all over me, now you owe me one," he said.  As I regained my composure I
started profuse apologies which he quickly silenced.  "It was great.  Let's
get cleaned up and go back to my room.  My roomy is gone for the weekend."
	My unexpected release did nothing to quail my obvious excitement.
I was rock hard the entire time we rinsed off.  I mustered my courage and
reached over to grasp his big prick.  It was hard and stone and throbbed to
my touch.  He looked me in the eye and asked, "You like that?"
	"Oh, yeah," I whispered back.
	He reached around behind me and ran his lathered hand down my butt
crack until he found my puckered hole.  He pushed against the tight ring
until it yielded and his soapy finger slipped in my butt.  No one had ever
done this before and I found it arousing.  I tightened my ass muscle around
his exploring digit.
	"Let's go! I've got something bigger and better for that cute,
little butt."
	I was thrilled and terrified.  I didn't care if he tore me open. I
wanted to be gored.  While we toweled off I was bent over drying my feet
when he reached out to caress my exposed cheeks.  I sent shivers down my
spine.  We stuck our heads out into the hall to make sure the coast was
clear.  We made a dash to Willy's door with our towels held in front of our
bodies to cover our still rigid poles.  As Willy closed the door behind us
pulled me into his arms and ran his plundering tongue down my throat.  I
sucked on his tongue and slipped my hand between our bodies until I felt
his straining cock.  I wrapped my fingers around it as he began fucking my
hand.  He pulled me down on his bed repositioned so that we each had our
crotch at the others face.  I took his cock in my hands and explored it
with my eyes.  Meanwhile he swallowed my cock until his nose was buried in
my tightly pulled scrotum.  I felt my straining prick swaddled in his hot
throat.  Then he pulled back off and impaled himself on me again.  He set
up a smooth steady rhythm putting me in heaven.  I immediately set about
returning the favor.  His dick was magnificent.  I had only ever imagined a
cock could be this big.  He was soapy clean aroma assaulted my senses.  I
stroked him firmly and was rewarded by a glistening drop of pre-cum at his
gaping slit.  I extended my tongue to the tip.  The thick salty fluid was
intoxicating.  I wanted more.  As he pulled his mouth off my throbbing dick
I took his powerful member into my mouth.  I felt like my jaws were going
to dislocate but that seemed an advantageous trade off.  I siphoned down
until I had about six inches of him.  I heard him moan "Oh Yeah" then
resume his oral ministration to my own dick.  As wonderful as his blow-job
felt I really couldn't give it a lot of attention.  All my focus was upon
the monster invading my mouth.  I wanted to take more but couldn't get it
past the bend in my throat.  I can't believe I didn't gag on him but I
guess there is something to the old saying about mind over matter.  I
finally occurred to me if I stretched my esophagus out straight I might
have better luck.  I rolled Willy over on his back, got on top of him and
stretched my neck out.  I opened wide and engulfed his thick flagstaff back
in six inches deep.  Then I pushed further as it stretched out my gullet.
One inch more, One and a half, finally at two I could go no further.  The
broadening girth of his shaft base had taxed my jaws to their max.  I
contracted my throat muscles as I sucked on his hard log, then I pulled
back and thrust myself back down on his swollen cock.  He started thrusting
his hips up and I just opened wide and let him feed me his cock.  As he
fucked my face he slid off my cock and tongued his way down to my balls.
He bathed my nuts with his tongue and continued down to my cock root.  As
his tongue neared my fuckhole, he spread my cheeks with his hands.  When he
ran his tongue around my puckered ass ring the sensations were so intense I
had to stop sucking him.  But that was nothing, he then jammed his face
into my crack and repeatedly speared me with his tongue.  My head was
bouncing around like one of those little dogs with spring mounted heads old
ladies put in the rear window of their cars.  His cock was right in front
of my face.  I started mashing my butt back into his face.  All I could
think about was if his little tongue could make my butt this hot, then that
big ass rammer was going to send me to nirvana.  I had never been so turned
on as I was by his actions.  As I regained my sanity I realized his big
dick was nudging my chin.  Not needing a further hint I slid his rod back
into my gullet.  We kept this up for several minutes before he pulled his
head back and said he wanted to fuck me.  He pulled his dripping pole from
my mouth and pointed it at the ceiling.
	"Sit on it, that way you're in control."
	God! This guy knew how to flip my switch.  I raised up and turned
around to face him.  I lowered my spit flooded pucker down onto his slick
battering ram.  As I made contact he rubbed it up and down my slick crack.
I gritted my teeth against the expected pain.  And lowered myself onto it.
I tried to relax myself but it just seemed too big.  I pushed harder and
harder but it wouldn't go in.  I leaned back to reposition and lost my
balance.  The head surged into my guts like a torpedo.  I thought I had sat
on a Saturn rocket.  Tears were coming to my eyes.  Willy was starting to
pull out when.  I said, "NO!"  This was the most exquisite pain I had ever
experienced.  I sat there trying to ride it out but I still didn't have a
firm position.  My legs were slipping on the covers and I was grinding more
of his pole into my stretched and stinging hole.  I reached down to see how
much I had to go and was stunned to realize I scarcely had more than the
head in me.  I put my fingers to my butt and couldn't believe how wide my
once tight ass was stretched.  I pushed lower and felt inch after inch
slide past my aching asslips.  I felt his head rub something inside me
which caused my dick to flex and throb.
	Willy looked into tear-streaked eyes with concern.  "Don't hurt
yourself.  I want this to be good for you."
	Grimacing, I said, "I may never walk again.  But it'll be worth
it."  Sweat was popping out on my face.  With a very loud grunt I forced my
cheeks down to nestle in his pubes.  I was trembling with fear and
overwhelming lust.  I rested my full weight on his pelvis and bent down to
kiss his mouth.  I could feel it as his cock distended my rectum.  He was
throbbing inside me; pushing in a little further with each pulse.  I lay
there exploring his mouth as his fuckstick was exploring my man pussy.  He
started withdrawing and I thought my guts were going with him.  Out an
inch, in an inch.  Out two inches, in two inches.  Soon I was shoving back
to meet his thrust.  Then I became too carried away and his big rod popped
out.  I was empty.  My sphincter gaped at the unexpected absence.  As I
began frantically trying to recapture the thick object of my lust Willy sat
up taking me with him.  He laid me down on my back and lifted my legs up on
his shoulders.
	"You want me to quit?"  he asked.
	"I want you fuck me silly!"
	He pointed his bat at my cunt and said, "I'm afraid I might hurt
you."
	"You hurt me GOOD!"  I demanded quietly.
	With one thrust he buried himself up to his pubes.  I wanted to
scream with sweet agony he was inflicting.  I threw my head back on the
mattress as he pulled out until his flared head was about to slip free,
then he slammed back in.  As the juices of my slick channel coated his
hardness the stinging began to subside.  He set up a steady piston rhythm.
I started squeezing each pull-out and tried to open up and surrender to his
pummeling force.  The pain was still intense but my desire made me revel in
it.  I closed my eyes and focused on his power-fuck.  Where did this young
kid learn this.  His steady rubbing on my prostate had my cock throbbing
and soon, without a touch, I soaked my stomach with my second load of milky
come.  He slowed down but I thrust back and told him to keep on.  He
resumed battering my butt with his thick ram and began to pick up the pace.
All I could think of was this cute guy operating a jack hammer.  He took my
still hard dick in his hand.  The force of his fuck was pumping my cock in
his fist.  I looked up into his lovely face and caught his eye.  He
grimaced, and drove in deep.  I thought he must be trying to strike oil.
He growled low and his cock started pulsing as he soaked my flaming butt
with his cum.  His pulsing meat brought on my own third eruption.
	He collapsed on top of me and purred into my ear.  We spent the
rest of the weekend in the dorm, raiding our mini-fridges and calling out
for pizza.  We rode each others butt at least three times a day.  While it
was a hot weekend Willy wasn't ready to be open, I spent too much time at
the piano, and I couldn't stop thinking about other guys.  We became great
fuck buddies; slipping off whenever we could find the time and privacy.
After spring term I dropped out for a year because that was such a sorry
school.