Shower Scare

In my freshman year of college I was still somewhat of what you might call an antisocial geek. I did not really have a lot of friends because I was socially inept. I had been very sheltered in my upbringing, not exposed to alot of the outside world. My only exposure to sex was what I had seen in the Hustler magazines that my father hid on the top shelf of his bathroom. At that time Hustler did not show penetration, it was all staged models with their genitalia in close proximity to each other. I always had a strange sensation looking at the pages of these mags, but never really knew quite what it was all about. I knew I liked looking at the women since I had never really seen a woman naked, and the sight of a hairy bush was quite a turn on. There was also something about a hard cock with a bush around it that also gave me a little of a tingle too.

While I had no formal sex education, I knew nothing of masturbation either, nor did I know anything about penetration, gay or straight. All through high school I avoided gym class because I was very shy and surely never wanted to shower naked in front of other guys. I of course was forced to, which I dealt with. Always being one of the last to enter hoping no one would notice me. I had no interest in seeing other guys cocks either.

Upon starting college I was still very shy and still not good at making friends. I always was more of an observer, not so much one to participate in anything. That tended to cause me problems, I got alot of comments from the other guys that I was gay, or sweet, because I never engaged in sports or any social activities. I just laughed it off and got by.

It was not until about 3 weeks in when I was in the dorm showers, which consisted of one big room that had two urinals, two toilets behind a half wall and four showers, that I got my first interaction. Being a shy person, I never even wanted to use the toilet to crap, I guess I was always afraid that someone would make fun of the noises we all make from taking a shit. I happened to go to the dorm bathroom one day to try to take a crap in peace, because I knew most of the guys were either still in class, or were at sports practice, so I could have some alone time. Always paranoid that someone would walk in on me with my underwear around my ankles, I was always on guard, but this day would be different. As I was in the middle of my business, the guys who participated in the Barrel racing team, came home to take showers. Granted, all of these guys wore cowboy hats, were of a bigger build and most of them had chest, armpit and pubic hair, which I did not always have a lot of. They also smelled of hay, which was why they would come back and shower immediately.

Steve, who was one of the bigger of all of the barrel racers was the first to come in the bathroom that day. I heard him come in, so I tried my best to finish my business and get out before the rest of the clan came in. I wiped myself and was about to pull up my pants when Steve came around the half wall completely naked. He said to me "You look like you need some dick". I was always intimidated by Steve anyway, so this was frightening to me. All I could imagine was being raped by this guy who I would have been completely defenseless against. Yet I was turned on by the sight of his cock and naked body. He walked around the corner with his cock completely flaccid, but he had a lot of hair around his cock, a little hair on his chest and hairy armpits, which I for some reason liked. I still have an armpit fetish to this day.

Anyway, I had just got up and was ready to pull my pants up and leave the bathroom, when Steve asked "Where do you think you are going?" I replied that I had to get back to my room to study, in return he replied there was plenty of time for that later. Steve grabbed my arm and turned me around only to start squeezing my ass, yet holding one arm tight telling me he was "going to fuck me". I was scared, yet had a strange feeling of excitement as well. He pulled me close to him, my ass to his crotch. He was still soft but was rubbing his cock and bush up and down my ass crack. He was also kissing and licking my ear, telling me how bad he wanted to fuck me. I told him I did not want to, yet I was still curious. The more he rubbed, the harder my cock got. When Steve noticed I was hard, he pushed even harder. For some strange reason I liked the feel of his cock getting harder, rubbing close to my bare asshole. He put me in like a bear hug, and was pressing his cock harder against my asshole at the same time telling me he was going to fuck me. He removed one of his hands from my stomach, from which was holding me tight to him to spit in his hand and rub some of his lubricating saliva on my ass and his throbbing cock. Steve's cock was only about 5 inches, but to me it seemed big.

I felt the head of his cock enter my ass, which was very stimulating, and what I know now, put me on the edge of cumming. He was very slow about putting his cock in my ass, and it felt very good. There was also something about this big man holding me close to him that was also turning me on. He fucked me slowly for about 2 minutes before he came, squeezing me so tight I couldn't hardly breathe. After he came he pushed me away, called me a fag, and jumped in the shower. I sat back on the toilet feeling that I had to crap again, of course it was just his cum that I was releasing. I deposited his seed in the toilet and proceeded to get out of there.

I still fantasize about that first experience, and how spontaneous it was.

After that experience I was all the more intrigued about cock, and what other good feelings I would get from guys. I had many more experiences that year, and would be more than willing to share if any of you are interested. Depending on the feedback I get, I may write more. This is the first time I have told this story, but it feels good to share it with all of you, I hope you enjoy it.