Shower

I love to swim. Every chance I get I head to the local pool. I typically try to go late in the evening, after the majority of the other people have cleared out.

“Hi, Mr. Goodluck,” says Ivan, the boy at the reception desk as I enter the building, “You picked a good time today. There’s only one other person left here tonight, and he’s sticking to the hot tub, so you get the pool all to yourself.”

I head into the locker room and put my swimming shorts on before jumping in and having a quick shower before heading out into the main pool room. At this time of the evening, the lights have been dimmed, with the moonlight shining through the glass ceiling and the sound of the pool and hot tubs create a relaxing atmosphere.

There are only two other people in the area, the lifeguard on duty, a regular night lifeguard whose name is Quinton, who is a cute muscular guy in tight red speedos, and the other guy who is in the hot tub, someone who is facing away from me and I can’t make out who he is.

“Hey, Mr. Goodluck,” says Quinton. “Great night for a swim.”

“It sure is,” I say. I try my hardest not to look at his bulging speedos while I talk to him. After talking with Quinton for a few minutes I jump in the heated pool and swim around for half an hour. It was just about time for the pool to close, as Quinton reminds me just as I finish final lap.

I climb out of the pool, and Quinton hands me a towel. “Looking good out there.” He says. “Swimming really is helping keep you in decent shape.” As he says this, he runs his hand down my wet chest. It makes my dick twitch a bit.

“Thanks, Quinton,” I say, wrapping the towel around my waist, trying to hide my growing erection. “I better hit the showers and head home.” As I say good night to Quinton and head back towards the locker room I see that the other guy that was in the hot tub is no longer there. I hadn’t even seen him leave.

I enter the locker room, glad that I’ve got the place to myself. I pull my towel off, slide out of my swimming shorts, and head into the nearest shower. I soap up under the steaming hot water, my hands going straight to my hard cock. I imagine Quinton rubbing his hands all the way down my chest, but he keeps going, rubbing them across my belly and down to my hard dick and balls.

I am so engrossed in my fantasy that I didn’t hear the locker room door open. I didn’t hear the shower across from me turning on. It wasn’t until I heard a small moan that I snapped alert, turning around.

Across from me, my son’s best friend, Jeremy, was soaping up his body. “Oh, hey, Mr. Goodluck,” says Jeremy, turning his head towards me, “I thought that was you in the pool when I got out of the hot tub. I would have been in here sooner, but Ivan needed a hand moving something and asked for my help.”

Then his eyes moved down to my hard cock, which I still had gripped in my hand. He smiled. “Always feels good soaping up under a hot steamy shower, right?” Jeremy turns his whole body around and wiggles his own hard cock for me to see. “It looks like you got the right idea, though.” And with that, Jeremy grabs his own hard shaft and begins to jerk off right in front of me.

I can’t help but continue stroking myself, but now, instead of thinking about Quinton’s hot smooth muscular body, I’m focused on the equally hot skinny, slightly hairy body in front of me. And as much as I’m turned on by his body, Jeremy appears to be equally interested in my body. Other than the occasional eye contact and smile, he remains focused on my cock and bouncing balls as I jerk off across from him.

He matches my movements, stroking his cock with one hand while fondling his balls or flicking/pinching his nipples with the other hand. He cums first, shooting his load all over the shower floor. He remains in his shower, watching me until I shoot my own load all over.

Then we finish washing ourselves off as the last of the hot water begins to run out. We leave the showers together and get dressed side by side in the locker room. As we leave the pool arena he pulls me in for a tight hug before heading in the opposite direction towards his truck.