Showering with Sam

"Oh, man!" you peak your head over the half wall of the closest shower stall, taking in the full sight of the startled man, instinctively covering his junk before realizing it's 'you'.

"Uh, hi." he speaks, hesitantly reaching back for the travel-sized shampoo bottle. The man was lithe, but quite the bodybuilder too. Dark skin that contrasted well with the soap suds running down his 6'4" frame. You'd eat up a side-by-side comparison with Chad from the corner; maybe that could be arranged later.

"You don't mind if I hop in there with you, huh?" You ask, as if you were going to wait for an answer, stepping past the curtain to gaze your eyes on the man.

"No?" He tries avoiding eye-contact, obviously uncomfortable by your intrusion, but too polite to say otherwise.

"You don't like talking to strangers in the shower? I'm hurt." You feign with a playful hand over your chest, leaning against the thankfully luke-warm tile wall. "So, what's your name?"

"Sam." He abruptly turns back into the showerhead, leaving a fine display for you of his toned butt-clenching. You grasp a hand to your own ass-fat, letting a dainty finger play around and nearing your expectant hole.

"Wonderful. I have to admit, I've got a thing for soggy, wet men," Oh, if only it could be so, the poor man simply continues rinsing his head, undeterred from remaining abstinent behind closed doors, "I don't suppose you'd be down for a tight FUCK!?"

Sam nervously chuckles, lathering himself up with some fruity-scented body gelato. Momentarily glancing back in a lapse of judgement, he witnesses your hand skimming up and down your length in full motion. You want so badly to bring your hands to that smooth chest of his, probably slippery from all that purple goo tredging into his pores.

"Hey," you make a case for the man, "Don't feel like you can't open up on account of my presence; I won't tell a soul." You wink, turning your attention for the first time onto his package, the soapy run-off streaming off his sizable, though otherwise unremarkable grower. Stroking yourself, you close your eyes and can only imagine pressing both of your bodies together...

You aptly moan in Sam's ear his own name, further attempting to pull the man's perverse side out. For a moment, the man winces, putting his head further into the water stream, but as you turn your head down in disappointment, you notice that Sam's chubbing a little. A **** to commit with a naked stranger less than a foot away, perhaps he needs a little encouragement.

"Aha!" you yelp, "Do you need a little release, Sammy?" You let go of your own stiff mast, guiding his favored soaping hand with transient pokes down to that grab-bag you want to see in full use. "Don't be shy."