The Feeling's Mutual
Gay
2005-04-07
My head was spinning: a man I barely knew had just asked me to take a shower with him after he had groped me. I may have been just a 15 year-old boy, but I knew what this would mean. It meant that if I followed him into the shower, I would have sex with him. This revelation was shocking and exciting at the same time because I had had thoughts of sleeping with older men before. In fact, I jerked off to thinking about that more than about anything else. It wasn't as if I were gay, it's just that I had a fascination with other men's penises. I had imagined wrapping my soft, boyish lips around a grown man's juicy cock more than a few times and I was excited at the prospect of doing so now. Unable to resist the temptation, I followed him into the showers. This showerroom was basically a square room with showerheads on three walls and bathroom stalls on the other. With no curtains it was obviously meant for rinsing off and not for full-on nude bathing. When I walked in the door, I caught my first good look of the man from the pool: he was slightly pale, had a slender build, and was just beginning to sprout gray hairs. He had a face that wasn't distinct in that he wasn't overly handsome, but he wasn't ugly and he didn't have a delicate face but it wasn't rough either; you could lose him in a crowd and you would never pick him out. He was alone in the dim light of the showers. He sized me up for a moment, then spoke: "Come over here and take a shower. " I took the showerhead next to him and turned it on. After rinsing for a few minutes without speaking, he took off his trunks.
2005-04-07
My head was spinning: a man I barely knew had just asked me to take a shower with him after he had groped me. I may have been just a 15 year-old boy, but I knew what this would mean. It meant that if I followed him into the shower, I would have sex with him. This revelation was shocking and exciting at the same time because I had had thoughts of sleeping with older men before. In fact, I jerked off to thinking about that more than about anything else. It wasn't as if I were gay, it's just that I had a fascination with other men's penises. I had imagined wrapping my soft, boyish lips around a grown man's juicy cock more than a few times and I was excited at the prospect of doing so now. Unable to resist the temptation, I followed him into the showers. This showerroom was basically a square room with showerheads on three walls and bathroom stalls on the other. With no curtains it was obviously meant for rinsing off and not for full-on nude bathing. When I walked in the door, I caught my first good look of the man from the pool: he was slightly pale, had a slender build, and was just beginning to sprout gray hairs. He had a face that wasn't distinct in that he wasn't overly handsome, but he wasn't ugly and he didn't have a delicate face but it wasn't rough either; you could lose him in a crowd and you would never pick him out. He was alone in the dim light of the showers. He sized me up for a moment, then spoke: "Come over here and take a shower. " I took the showerhead next to him and turned it on. After rinsing for a few minutes without speaking, he took off his trunks.
Elle
Russia
