Dropping the Soap : Part 1

I love swimming more than the average 18 year old. I go to the local pool at least 3 times a week to keep my swimmer body, plus I just love the feeling of being in the water. I even do the full body shaving, it doesn’t really affect speed all the much but I do wear speedos. More than anything I find speedos to be more comfortable, and if you let a wild bush happen with speedos you get this large pillow to happen right above your junk that I personally think looks weird on me, and in for a penny in for a pound as they say so the rest of the hair, save what is on my head, follows suit.

My buddy Aiden started tagging along with me about six months ago, he even got himself a few suits. Being securely in “the closet” it is hard to not take a peek every now and then with his bikini cut suit shows off his perky rear. Even more so once his workout started to show some impressive results. However I have happened to have noticed that his speedos still have the “pillow” going for them, and six months of three times a week swimming have bleached the ones he is wearing today to a point of not quite see through, from their original light blue.

You might think that this was the dream for me, closest gay guy gets his crush to run around in speedos with him and then there is always the locker room to look forward to and get an eye full of him plus any other guy that happens to dress just right. You would be right but there is an issue, I hate the locker room. While the only way to access this pool requires you to walk through either the men’s or women’s locker rooms, just the thought of being around all the naked male causes my over eager cock to snap to attention with an almost audible snap.

While the eye candy might be good I tend to avoid such faux pas of full attention cock by wearing my suits under my pants both to and from the pool. Besides this is also open pool time so walking around with a boner in front of some kid that could potentially be there does not interest me. Even if it is one of the ones that takes too much time in the locker room trying to sneak peeks at the other males changing there. So everytime we go to the pool it is the same routine, we swim, I wrap a towel around my waist we walk to the locker room, I pad off, pull on my bottoms and tops, we leave, all as fast as possible.

At first Aiden must have thought this was weird, but he has since joined me in this routine. Which is why I still find myself thinking about the sizeable bulge he has in the front of that speedo of his when I am alone at night. In my mind he has a respectable 7ish inches, girth to match. It is his cock that presses against my ass, not my secretly bought dildo, and his hands soft as velvet that work the shaft and cup my balls, not mine.

Aiden is a year older then me and has a nice place to himself. He is currently going to college in my home town, I honestly forget how we met each other, but normally after we do our laps we head back to his place shower and then normally watch a movie or play some video games. We normally hit the shower at his place together, his water heater could not do back to back showers and for some reason me and him still in our suits in the shower does not have the same errotic feeling in my head as in a locker room with random naked guys walking around. The first time this happened was after a not so jokingly joke by me saying that with his hot water we should hit the shower together, I was a little sad when he said sure “no homo” and laughed.

We headed to his place talking the usual talk and making the usual jokes. Me thinking the usual about how great it would be to forego suits in the shower and let Aid ravage me. We walked in the door and set our stuff down, and stripped back into our suits. I told him that he might want to think about retiring his suit soon because before too much longer he was going to offend some decency law out there. Aid just laughed at this.

We got in the shower together, high heat to open the pores back up and rinse the chlorine back out of them. I washed his back, wanting so much to to caress it, and turned to let him wash mine. I went to pass him the soap but it slipped out of my hands and slid to in front of me. I didn’t even have time to think about the prison jokes or all that about dropping the soap in the showers or anything I just bent over to pick it up. When I did my ass came back a little bit and ran into Aid, his flaccid speedo clad package going right in the cleft. The reaction in my own cock was swift and hard.

I stayed there like that, frozen in terror of him seeing me so hard, and maybe a bit of enjoyment of finally feeling that cock of his almost where I wanted it. I came back to reality when Aid tapped me on the back and said my name. I was on autopilot at this time and stood back up and turned to hand him the soap back. Looking back I feel insane for doing that, my erect cock was very noticeable, it was even poking out the top. Had I been thinking about that this story would have gone very different. Keeping my back to him till my cock deflated, but I wasn’t thinking.

Aid mentioned that the beast was stirring, and pointed to my crotch. I blushed and apologised, saying that I had been feeling a bit horny all day. He said that it was nothing to worry about, boners happen. He reached out and grabbed the edge of my speedo on my hips and used them to hook the band of my suit under my balls so the whole thing was hanging out and said that nothing was worse then a hard cock squeezed down and that with all the swimming we did together we should get past the nudity barrier. Though the barrier I was hoping to break was more than that.

He then pulled his own suit off, as he bent over his head came so close to my raging hard on in that suddenly cramped shower. I was shocked about how well he was acting over this, but not as much I was over seeing his cock for the first time. I had imagined that it was sizeable but not like this, the tightness of that suit lying about the size under it, and I did not think about adding a foreskin hanging over the end with a nice pucker, almost like a nipple on his cock. He had a full bush of dark brown pubes contrasting skin so pale from never seeing the light of day, further being framed by the tan lines from his bikini cut speedos. I felt my own cock pulse at the sight.

I turned my back to him out of shyness. He mentioned that he shouldn’t be the lone naked one in such a situation. I told him I was sorry that I was not in the habit of being naked around people. Even the thought, no matter who it was got me craven. He told me he didn’t care and that this would be a good thing to get used to if I planned on living in the dorms after that summer when I was planning on going to school because all the showers were communal there and there would be naked guys all the time, better to get over it with a friend then to deal with someone that doesn’t know me.

I relented and bent over sliding my suit off, mimicking the transaction of picking up the soap. His flaccid cock got bumped by my ass crack again, not as much on accident this time, I was empowered to be brazen by his lackadaisical reaction to my pulsing cock, and I was struck by the impulse, in for a penny in for a pound. I stood back up and turned, not really giving back any of the room my suit removal stole from him, the tip of my eager cock getting tickled by his bush. I told him that it was my turn to complain about being alone, he replied with just a cute quizzical look at me. I reached down and grabbed his cock. I told him that I couldn’t have the only boner, lightly stroking his shaft feeling it grow in my hand. He laughed and told me not to start something that I was unprepared to finish, good by me I thought.

I didn’t stop. His cock grew in my hand till it reached its full size, 8 inches by my guess and large enough around my thumb barely made it to my middle finger around such a monster. I was mesmerized by how his foreskin rolled back and forth over the tip of his glistening tip. He grabbed mine returning the favor, saying that fair was fair. I didn’t last long streaking lines of cum at close range right into his pubes, puddling on the base of his cock running around the sides and dripping off his balls. I felt his cock pulse and release its load on the smooth place where my bush was missing.

We laughed, I washed my cum out of his bush and rinsed his off me. He told me it had been forever since he got a handy jay, I admitted to never having one from someone else. We got out of the shower and dried off, our cocks now deflated. After that we went and played our game for an hour or so. I cut out early that night because I had to run an errand.

After leaving his house I went straight to the sex shop.