Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2002 01:31:16 EDT
From: MathWhiz78@aol.com
Subject: The Shower Trailer

The Shower Trailer
by:   Mike (mathwhiz78@aol.com)

 Disclaimer:   If you shouldn't be reading this, or are in a place where an
erection would be embarrassing, or if you can't jack off at the moment, stop
here.   If none of the above apply, keep going!

This is based on a true story...   I was in the situation in the story and
this is how I wish things had worked out.

 Earlier this summer, I had the privilege of being part of a large (600
riders) bicycle trip across Europe, starting in Amsterdam and finishing up in
Paris.   Nights, when it was dry, were spent in two-person tents for the
most part.   Often it was raining so we were in buildings or something
else.   On Day Four, we were in a large solid building at some sort of
exposition center in a Laon, France.   That night, I decided it was nice
enough outside (for a change) to walk over to the shower trailer.   This is
a trailer with 8 individual shower stalls, four on each side, and a little
common area with benches for changing located in the front of the trailer.

 When I went in, all of the shower stalls were occupied and there was a line
out the door and onto the little deck area.   A few minutes passed, people
left, and I moved into the trailer to wait some more.   While I was waiting,
the water died as a result of some mechanical problem.   After 15 or 20
minutes had passed, still with no water, most people, including those that
had been in the shower, had given up and left.   Around this time, a nice
looking German, one of the caterers, came into the waiting area wearing
nothing but a tight fitting pair of white boxer briefs.   He was around
5'10, red hair, some freckles on his shoulders, light pink nipples the size
of a quarter, just a few hairs around each nipple, developed pecs, flat abs.
  He was delicious.   I had trouble keeping my cock down just from his
presence.

 After a little while the water started to flow from one of the shower
heads.   The German, even though he was not first in line, darted in and
began his shower.   The rest of us were a little more cautious.   About
five minutes into his shower, the water died again.   At this point, there
were two other people with me in the waiting area and the German in the
shower.

 I walked over from the changing area to the shower area and started chatting
with the German, laughing at how he had gotten caught in the shower all
lathered up with no water to rinse with.   Being European, he's more open
about his body and nudity than most Americans are.   This being the case,
the whole time we were chatting, his curtain was open around six inches or a
foot or so and my eyes were straying up and down his body, rather noticeably,
too.

 Since I already described what he looked like in the boxer briefs, let me
tell you about what I couldn't see with him in them.   His cock was hanging
down over his ample balls, each the size of small eggs.   Limp, he was
around 3 inches, relatively thin, with foreskin that stuck out past the end
of his cockhead about a centimeter (.4 inches) and completely hid the
cockhead.

 We chatted for a bit as I continued to eye his body all over and he made no
attempt to cover up.   I was standing there in cheap boxers and my
excitement to be chatting with such a fine specimen was rather obvious.   We
went through normal mundane conversation...   how old is he, does he go to
school or work full time, etc.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"   I asked.
"No."
"Boyfriend?"
"No."
"Looking?"
"Not really."
"For which, girlfriend or boyfriend?"
"Girlfriend."
   "But I doubt you'd mind if I stepped into the shower and got down on my
knees," I intoned, my voice just a little softer so he'd have to lean forward
slightly to hear me.   Looking over just before, I noticed that the other
two people that were waiting had left, so the German and I were the only two
in the trailer.

 I stepped into the shower stall while stepping out of my boxers and rested
my hands on his shoulders, sliding them down his arms as I leaned forward and
delicately placed my lips on his upper lip, teasing it as I slid my lips down
and over his lower lip as well.   Slowly, I slid my tongue forward out of my
mouth and between his lips.   He opened his mouth and allowed my tongue to
continue its invasion.   My hands had by now slid down and were slowly
caressing the two hairless cheeks of his bubble butt and pulling him closer
to me.   My right hand moved around his hip and enveloped his growing cock.

  Maintaining the kiss, I enveloped his growing cock in my hand and brought
it level with mine.   I started sliding his ample foreskin back and forth
over both his cockhead and mine.   Breaking the kiss, I took a moment to
spit on my hand and get some of the soap off of fhe German's dick.

 I reached my neck around to start licking and nibbling at the nape of his
neck, my right hand still pulling at his foreskin and the left massaging his
back and his flat abs and solid pecs and all around.   I licked, sucked, and
kissed my way down his midsection, pausing and licking around his soft
nipples, his deep belly button, and finally reaching the treasure I so
desired.

 I licked my way around his cock, dipping my tongue into his foreskin, still
reaching past the edge of his cockhead.   I opened my mouth wide and slowly
allowed his swollen cock to enter my waiting mouth.   My lips slid over as
my tongue massaged the sensitive underside.   A moan slipped out from his
lips.   I knew he was mine, if only for this brief exchange.

 He started pumping back and forth, ever so slowly and gently at first and
then with more and more intensity as his dick began to swell even more.
Not wanting him to cum yet, I pulled off of his dick and started licking his
balls from underneath, his swollen cock bobbing back and forth and smacking
me in the forehead on occasion.

 Knowing that I had planned to make this a week never to forget, I stood up
and faced the wall.   I spread my legs apart and, after spitting on my hand,
reached behind me to guide his cock into my ass.   It was a little rough at
first, especially since spit isn't the best lube, but we soon got into a good
rhythm.   Not only did we get into a good rhythm, but imagine my shock when
his hand reached around and started to stroke my rock hard cock.   My head
leaned back and we were able to maneuver around enough that we could exchange
furious kisses while fucking and stroking.   After a few minutes of forceful
kissing, he started pumping harder and stroking faster.   I reached up with
my hands to brace myself better with the wall.   Finally, with one last
furious push, he started shooting his load of cum into my waiting ass.
Feeling his cum fill me up pushed me over the edge and my own cock started to
twitch and shoot its load up against the wall.

 Spent, he pulled out and turned me around.   We kissed again, much more
delicately and sensuously this time.   A few seconds into the kiss, the
shower turned on.


 Did we part and go our own separate ways?   Did someone walk in?   Were we
joined?   What happened from here?   You tell me!   Email
mathwhiz78@aol.com or AIM: Mathwhiz78.

Last, but not least, in real life, PLEASE be safe.
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