I was twenty-seven years old and between girlfriends.
I had gone on my first holiday by myself. I’d never gone anywhere on my own before. When I was younger I’d gone places with my family, and when I’d been with girlfriends we’d travelled together, but I decided that I wanted to see what I was like when I was alone. So I went off to see the countryside, getting the bus from place to place, booking myself into various hostels and camping grounds as I went.
It was interesting, if not exactly exciting. I’d brought some good books with me, but it was already the end of the first week and I was getting to the end of the first and best one. I wanted something exciting and unexpected to happen, but it seemed like exciting and unexpected things didn’t happen to single young men travelling by themselves.
I reached a camping ground that was by a river, and we were encouraged to swim in it. The place wasn’t exactly full and not many people were taking up the offer. I had never swum outside a swimming pool before, but I decided to give it a try. The water was clean but freezing, and it was enough to put me off outdoor swimming.
There was a shower block where you could wash off after having a swim. I went there in my trunks, with my towel, and went in.
The men’s shower was just a large tiled wet room, with five showers along one wall, a high window and a drain. There were some hooks for hanging stuff on.
There was a guy in there taking a shower. He in his thirties, kind of ordinary-looking, a little bit overweight. He was naked. His trunks were hanging on the hook.
I was a bit taken aback because I expected people to shower with their trunks on. I briefly wondered whether I should take mine off, to make him more comfortable, but I decided I was worrying about nothing and just hung up my towel and showered in my trunks.
When he turned off the shower and turned to go I happened to be facing in his direction, and he glanced at me and briefly looked me up and down, then went over to his trunks and took them down and put them on. I couldn’t help but notice that he had a hard-on. He slipped his feet into some sandals and walked out.
It was weird, but I could have sworn he was discreetly checking me out.
I had never been with a guy and had only ever had the occasional fantasy about it. I’m average height, slender, with short dark hair which I shave quite tight. Suddenly, the shower room seemed like it was full of erotic possibilities. I started to get a hard-on myself, as I imagined him coming over to me and...
I heard some other guys outside, about to come in, and I put the thought out of my mind.
*
The next day, I saw the shower guy (as I thought of him) around the camping ground, with a woman about his age and a toddler. Ah, I thought, he’s married. So, probably not gay then. They seemed a pretty happy group. The woman was nice-looking, but there was a tiredness about her. I figured that chasing a toddler around will do that to you.
As I was watching them, I became aware that the guy was looking at me. As soon as I met his gaze he quickly looked away and started talking to his wife.
Hmm, I thought.
Later the same day, I decided to go for another swim. While I was still hip-deep in the water, trying to get the nerve to plunge in, the guy came down in his trunks and walked along the jetty and dived in, all purposeful. I felt bad about being such a wuss and I started to swim too.
We didn’t look at each other but I was quite aware of him swimming up and down. He wasn’t bad-looking, just kind of ordinary. I wondered if we were going to have another moment in the shower.
The sun went in and I started to feel cold. I decided that I’d go and shower, so as to not get any colder.
I left the river and walked to the shower block, in my trunks, carrying my towel.
The shower room was empty.
I hung up my towel and, on an impulse, I took off my trunks and hung them up, then went naked to the shower and turned it on. It took forever for the water to get lukewarm but when it did, and I realised it wasn’t going to get any warmer, I got under it and stood there, soaping myself.
The guy came in.
He went to the furthest shower, took off his trunks and got under it, then turned the water on. Clearly he was less bothered by cold water than I was.
We stood there, alone in the room, the two of us naked strangers, showering.
There was a long moment.
He turned off the water, walked naked to the entrance to the shower room and stood there a moment, as if listening. Then he walked back and stopped, behind me and to my right.
I was very aware of his naked body just a couple of feet away from me.
‘You’ve a gorgeous arse,’ he said quietly.
I looked over my shoulder at him, in wonder.
He looked at me furtively, then looked away.
‘Thanks,’ I said lightly, after a long pause.
‘I was hoping you’d be naked,’ he said.
I said nothing, but continued to rub my body with hands, as the water flowed over me.
‘I’m not gay,’ he said.
‘Neither am I,’ I said.
‘I’m just saying it as a fact,’ he said.
‘Are they your wife and kid,’ I said.
‘Yeah. I love her. I’m a happily married man.’
I smiled to myself.
‘I get it,’ I murmured.
‘It’s just she’s tired most of the time, and...’
‘It’s okay,’ I said, turning to face him, letting him see my cock, which was half-stiff and dangling before him.
‘God, you’re fuckin’ hot,’ he said.
‘You ever been with a guy,’ I said, my mouth dry.
‘No.’
‘Me neither.’
‘D’you wanna,’ he said.
‘Yes,’ I said.
He came up to me and put his hands on my bare ass and kissed me, our cocks pressing together, his soft body against my lean one. I put my tongue in his mouth. His hands were all over me, reaching into my crotch, between my bare buttocks, up my back, on my neck.
‘I want to fuck you,’ he muttered.
‘We’ll have to be quick,’ I gasped.
‘You want me in your arse,’ he said.
‘Yes,’ I said, breaking free and turning my back on him. I handed him the slippery soap and stood with my legs apart, leaning forward slightly.
He grabbed me around the hips with one arm and directed his cock between my buttocks, and I felt him touching my anus. My virgin asshole. I wasn’t even thinking. I just wanted him in there.
I made myself relax, but I was so excited, it was not easy. I was breathing fast.
He pushed, and his slippery cock tip pressed into my anus and parted me, and it stung. I winced and gasped ‘AAAHH! Fuck!’ as he went inside me.
‘Is that okay,’ he said.
‘Yeah,’ I said through gritted teeth. ‘It’s easier now you’re in me.’
‘Oh fuck, that’s hot,’ he murmured as he pushed himself deep inside my asshole. I hung my head and let the water sluice down my face as he fucked me, standing with my hands against the wall of the shower. His other hand grabbed my cock and pulled on it and I felt myself grow stiffer.
‘Oh fuck, yes,’ I gasped.
‘Is that good?’
‘Yes, yes, please, please, fuck, yes,’ I moaned as he jerked me off.
‘Oh god,’ he said in a tight voice, ‘I can’t believe I’m fucking your ass.’
‘I can’t believe you are.’
‘I’m not gay.’
‘I know, you said. I’m not either. Looks like I’m bi though.’
‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘you’re bi. That’s why you’re my bitch.’
‘Oh yeah,’ I sighed, and I stuck my ass out behind me and whimpered.
The pressure of his cock pistoning in and out of my ass was overwhelming. I had always considered myself a straight guy with a few weird fantasies, and here I was at five in the afternoon, letting a strange guy, whose name I didn’t even know, bugger me standing up in a public shower. And I needed it. I craved it. To be used by him, like this. To be this stranger’s naked ass slut.
I straightened up and reached behind me and touched his naked hips. His left hand came up my chest and he clamped it over my face, his palm over my mouth, his fingers pressing my eyes shut.
I love being blindfolded and it sent me over the edge. Now he was completely using me. I stood with my head pushed back, his cock in my arse, my naked body jerking as he buggered me, his hand on my cock.
And then we both heard the sudden sound of slippers on tiles, someone coming into the shower block, coming into the shower room.
He immediately swivelled and faced my body towards the entrance to the shower room, so that I was the only one who was fully visible, standing there fully upright, naked, and being sodomised by another guy who was simultaneously jerking me off and covering my face with his hand, my face tilted towards the ceiling; and I made a stifled moan of shock and protest as I felt him ducking his head behind me.
‘Oh, shit! Sorry,’ said a startled male voice, and the footsteps went away.
I was still in his grip and still on the edge of ecstasy, but I was also furious that he did that to me, exposing me to the stranger while he hid behind me, but even as I struggled there was nothing I could do: his cock up my ass and his hand on my cock were making me cum helplessly, and I could only whimper with impotent fury as he came inside me and my own cum spurted across the tiles.
And then we stood there for a moment, me trembling, him panting, and then he let go of my cock and my face and pulled out of me.
I turned and faced him.
‘You unbelievable fucking asshole,’ I grated.
‘He won’t have recognised you,’ he said, looking embarrassed.
‘You fucking hid behind me! You should have just pulled out! Now some guy has seen me being fucked up my arse!’
‘It’s worse for me,’ he whined. ‘I’m married.’
I stood and looked at him in silence.
The fact was, I had just lost my anal virginity to this man and there was nothing anyone could do to change that. I could feel his cum oozing out of my arse.
‘It was amazing, though,’ he said. ‘Up until then.'
I closed my eyes and sighed.
‘It was,’ I said. ‘Thanks. I suppose.’
‘I’m getting cleaned up,’ I said, and stepped beneath the shower again. I rubbed the soap over myself. He went back to his own shower and washed his genitals, then went over and put his trunks on.
‘Do you want to do this again,’ he said timidly.
‘I’ll think about it,’ I said, too pissed off with him to want to make up my mind. He nodded and left me there.
I stood naked under the water and felt my arse tingling with what had just been done to it.
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