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LOCKER ROOM SHOWERS I had been working really hard at the gym on a new training programme and had managed, at last, to achieve a body a really liked, and those muscles that I had always wanted. I now stood in the changing rooms, looking in the big mirror, being pretty vain and admiring myself. Well, why not? I had finally got the big arms that showed through tight tops, and chiseled pecs and the ripped torso I had always wanted. I wasn't a bloke with big muscles, but I had toned them to what I wanted, and I was enjoying them! Perhaps I was enjoying them a little too much, as I soon realised that, even by looking at just myself, I was getting a little hard down below, and my thoughts were taking me to sex. I decided, to cool off, then, to hit the showers. The shower room was empty except for one 20 year old something in the corner, facing away, washing. He had dark hair, and, I couldn't help but notice, a nice, firm arse. "I wouldn't mind seeing the front," I thought, but thought it best not to push my luck. I started up my own shower and began to wash my face and hair, I turned round to wet my back while I soaped up, opening my eyes to see the guy in the corner now facing me. I flashed a quick smile, but he hastily grabbed his towel, shut off the water and got out of the room. I did, however, get a brief glimpse of his plump manhood, as I was sure he did mine. I suddenly realised, however, that I was still semi hard, and that might have been what put him off. "Oh well," I thought," these things just happen I guess." I thought no more of it, and continued to wash. I now began to soap up the rest of my body, massaging the soap into my arm and pec muscles, admiring their shape. I plunged my head under the showerhead and continued to run up and down my body, now feeling my firm torso as the water flowed down, washing the soap from my hair down to my toes. I began to get excited again. It was stupid to think that a shower was going to help me calm down, it was the one place I was likely to get more horny, after all, I have loved changing room showers since my school and college days, I especially remember those after rugby matches! It was no real surprise, then, that I began to get harder, and rubbing the soap over my swelling cock and balls wasn't helping, but I couldn't help it. I decided the best way to sort the mess out, was to go for it, right then and there. I washed the rest of the soap out of my eyes, opened them, and turned round to check no one else had come in. Damn. Over in the corner someone was entering and turning on the showerhead. I turned round quickly again, cursing whoever this guy was. I was beginning to think of what to do next when, "You might wanna do something about that." "Huh?" I mumbled back. "Well, that rock hard stiffy needs some attention if you ask me," came back the reply. "If you need a helping hand..." I turned round to face my showering companion. I hadn't noticed at first, but he was kinda cute. Blonde, gelled hair was followed by a strong neck, a tanned back with strong shoulders, and a curved, round, arse. He was facing away from me, but he was still good to look at, the water rushing down his back, and over his firm, flexing cheeks If he was up for it, so was I. I took a few steps forward and placed my two soapy hands on his shoulders, gentle rubbing them over his back and round his cheeks. They clenched tighter as I rubbed up and down over them, one finger slipping between the crack and over his hole. His hands reached behind his back and pulled me closer to him, pulling round my arse and thrusting my now very hard cock over and between his firm buttocks. He clenched his cheeks together around my cock, rubbing his hands up my legs as he did so. I bent my head towards his neck and licked lightly up and down one side, then gently kissing the other, stroking his chest from behind. My hands slowly moved down, over his belly button, following his thin trail of hair down, down, slower and slower, until I reached his pubic hair. I reached down with one hand, the other lightly tugging his hair, feeling out vertically for his cock. I grabbed it round with one hand, feeling it pulsating in my hand as it grew, squeezing slowly up and down while I continued to kiss along his neck. He turned his head to one side, and we kissed, swirling our tongues together in each other mouths. He half turned, allowing me to keep hold of his cock in one hand, and began to tug at my own. He then broke the kiss, and turned his head sideways. "Don' t just stare, join in or leave," he demanded. I now turned my head too, and saw, standing where he had been showering, now holding his forgotten shower gel in one hand, the other feebly trying to hide a pressing erection through his towel, my old shower companion with the plump cock. He dropped his towel, most likely by accident, but it was enough for both myself and my new buddy. We walked over to him, both placing one hand on his cock, and pulled it towards our own. I took the shower gel from him and poured it over both guys swelling cocks, then rubbed some on my own. I grabbed a buttock cheek of each of my companions and pulled us all in closer making all three penises touch, bounce and rub against each other. The other two guys caught on and each grabbed someone else's penis, rubbing the soap up it a lather, pumping their own in and out at the same time. This was all too much for blonde, who stood back, tensed his cheek in my hand, arched forward and shot his load up into the centre of our circle jerk, moaning in pleasure as he did so. Much of blondes load hit the floor, but some sprayed over dark hair and I, greedily, licked it up (another slight fetish of mine). However blonde didn't stop there, he grabbed dark hair's cock with both hands and began to slid his hand back, then, reaching the torso, he grabbed the head again and continued to rub, the soap acting as a great lubricant. Dark hair went completely tense, his face reddening as he grabbed at my back and hair. I remained on his torso, licking up his chest and under his neck, on to his mouth. I stuck my tongue in quickly and then licked back down sliding my soapy hand down, over his hole as I did so. "Oh yes," said blonde, "here he comes, I can feel the throb," and with that, dark hair thrusted forward three times, each time splashing come over blonde's torso. "One more to go," stated blonde as he reached for me, stroking my chest. Dark hair got to his knees and shuffled forward, taking the head of my cock in his mouth. Blonde got to his knees too and, finally, another fantasy of mine came true. Both guys licked up and down my cock, dark hair concentrating on my head, blonde licking up and round the rest. Deep inside I felt the strong pulsating moves. I thrusted myself forward, blonde now taking more of me in and dumped a load. Blonde sat back, while dark hair took my head in his mouth, sucking on the last juices I pumped out. We all sat back for a few moments, smiling and watching as our cocks slowly returned to normal size. Within minutes we were each back at our original shower heads, washing away our deeds, but this time, when I smiled at dark hair, he couldn't help but smile back.
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