Shower Gel

He sat on my cock for a few more seconds, just looking down at me. I looked up at him and he smiled. "Now it's my turn to pork you."

I guess I looked a bit horrified because he laughed loudly and pulled himself off my cock with a slurp. He said, "Just fuckin' jokin'... don't look so scared!"

He washed the semen off his chest with me still sitting on the floor. His cock was still large but now hung down between his legs. It was a dark pink colour from where he'd gripped it so tightly.

I got up and pulled the condom off. He got out of the shower and started drying himself. He started chatting about my car, asking how long I'd had it and stuff. Lads' talk. I washed my softening cock, cleaning the traces of my cum from it, and answered his questions. He wanted to know about the mileage. I made up a number and he seemed impressed by it.

Then I got out of the shower and started getting dried and dressed, with him still chatting like we were a couple of mates in the pub. It was like nothing had happened: like we were a couple of guys getting dressed together after a football game or something. As he bent over to pick up his shirt, I looked at his arse, round and solid inside his navy briefs, and could hardly believe I'd just tongued it and fucked it. Just minutes after the event, it seemed totally unrealistic to me.

He finished dressing first and picked up his rolled up his towel and his bag.

He said, "You two don't fancy following us over to the Isle of Mann, do you?"

I shook my head. "We've payed up here for a week."

"Well think about it. There's a site near Douglas. Fuckin' nice showers. More space inside." His brown eyes twinkled with amusement.

I smiled at him. "Better than here?"

He considered and then smiled coyly. "Not a chance... this place has the best showers. By a long stretch."

Then he walked out and left me to pick up my stuff.

As I left the shower room, I noticed that a couple of the other cubicle doors were closed. I wondered how long we'd had company.

When I got back to the tent, Kaz was sitting outside of it, drinking coffee. The black haired guy was wearing a teeshirt and some shorts and was getting his bag out of their tent. The guy from the shower was eating something and was careful to ignore me in front of his friend.

Kaz said, "You've been ages."

I replied that I'd lost track of the time.

"Your face is really red, Seb."

I said, "It was... kind of... hot in there."

She took a swig of her drink. We watched the black haired guy walk past us with his towel looking like he was heading towards the shower block. She whispered, "That guy was wearing just his briefs when I came out. He kept eyeing me up and fiddling with his crotch."

"I thought you said they were gay."

"Maybe I was wrong. They don't really look like they're gay."

"What about the noises and stuff last night?"

"They were probably just pissing about. Trying to keep people awake."

The guy stopped, turned around and started walking back towards us. I thought he'd heard us talking about him, but instead he called over to his mate. "Oi! Jase! You got any shower gel, mate?"

The other guy called back. "Naah. Just finished it off." Again he didn't look over at me. Didn't show any interest.

The black haired guy mouthed "Fuck" silently and then turned and walked away again, back towards the shower block.

We sat in silence for a while, watching a camper van pull up near us. 

Then Kaz asked, "Actually, have you got any shower gel? I finished mine off yesterday. I forgot to get a new bottle."

I said, "I just used the last of mine too."

She looked at me, "That was a new bottle, wasn't it?"

I shrugged disinterestedly, watching a woman get out of the van and start filling up some bottles from a tap. "Dunno."

She sighed. "Jeez. That was bloody expensive stuff, Seb."

I muttered, "Yeah. It was good stuff. Did the job beautifully."

She sounded peeved. "Good. I hope you enjoyed it."

I grinned. "I did. It was... magnificent."

She stared at the van, looking annoyed. Then she turned to glare at me but couldn't stop herself from smiling.

I kept grinning. Then I asked, "Have you ever been to the Isle of Mann...?"