Find Me In The Shower

Find me in the men’s shower at the gym.
I saw you watching me in the pool today.
The shower’s water cascades down my naked body.
With my back to you, are my sensual moves too tempting to resist?
Is your head suddenly as foggy with steam as these showers?
You have so many dirty ideas in this room of cleanliness.
Take me from behind, and place your strong hands on my broad shoulders.

Over weeks we’ve looked each other over in our tight speedos.
I’m not surprised it’s you when I turn my head and look back to see who wants my body.
The water finds ever-changing terrain to course over as your hands move from my shoulders down my arms, and then up my chest.
My cock swells.
Your cock is already hard enough to nestle in the valley of my butt cheeks.

Bite my neck, make me smile.
I don’t even know your name.
Move closer against me,
So I can feel your chest on my back,
My chest in your hands,
Your Cock on my rear.
Your lips on my neck.
Tickle my body and mind.
Wednesday afternoons are pretty quiet here.
Little chance of other patrons walking in on us.

As your hands explore my front,
I take a glob of shampoo, and reach around to your hard shaft.
Your deep voice gasps in my ear as I cover your cock with the slippery goo.
You like my hand.
Your hips buck to rub yourself against it.
But you want the softness of my rear.
My cheeks hug your shaft as it explores my ass.

Your cock travels the bountiful hemispheres at the bottom of my back.
The throbbing head leads the way,
But a greater pleasure is felt rubbing the long, soft edge of your shaft against my softness.
The base of your cock feels so comfortable pressing against me when it is its turn.

“Who’s the woman you swim with?” I ask
“You mean my wife?” You whisper in my ear.

You spit in your hand and move half a step to coat your cock with slippery saliva.
You spit in your hand and rub my little hole, and the walls of the shower echo with my moan.
You spit in your hand and cover your cock again.
Stroking it feels so good, but you know what will feel even better.

It takes a little bit of effort to enter me,
But once your head is inside, the rest of your cock slides effortlessly.
Like it’s home.
Like it’s always been there.
Like it belongs.

You slide your length inside of my tight little hole slowly.
You pull mostly out, then push back inside.
I bend over to give you better access and you like that.
I place my hands against the tiled wall to stay steady as your thrusts speed up.

You are smooth and steady.
You are singularly focused.
You are grabbing at my body with an animal’s desire,
But staying reserved in your entry inside of my rear.
You are fucking me so well.
It feels so good.

I regain my focus, and am now pushing back to your rhythm,
helping you fill my rear completely.
How long do we fuck like that?
Is your wife waiting for you out in the lobby?
I’m lost in the bliss of you filling my ass.

Your thrusts come to a sudden stop, and you lunge forward.
The unmistakable sensation of a man cumming inside of me.
Your balls were full, and the spasms of your thick cock are many.

You take your time pulling out.
You linger inside of me.
You start to slowly remove yourself.
You slide back in a few times.
Your cum lubricates well.
I feel a few more small explosions from your cock.

When you’re out, I stand up, and turn around.
Our lips meet, and dance against each other.
Our tongues wrestle.

“Come over for dinner?” You gasp between kisses, “I think my wife would enjoy you.”