A Shower Show for a New Crush

The following story is a true account of experiences from my past, names and places changed to protect those involved.

It was heading into fall and the Collegiate Wrestling season was about to kick off. It was sophomore year and the team buzz was looking good. We had a strong team and Olympic level coaching staff, as well as the best Sports Medicine trainers. Our school was a national draw for the physical therapy, nutrition and sports medicine degrees.

This is a story of the events that led to my later dating of one of our Sports Medicine team managers and how it all came to go down.

The coaches called us in from our spread out drilling and warm up spots into a rough circle for announcements of scheduling and starting wrestlers at each weight for the up coming tournament, happily affirming that I would be in at the 171 lb class. I was benefiting from drilling with a few of our top 4 in the nation wrestlers at different weights, and putting in the extra effort in every practice and every match. I was steadily improving and had a shot at placing myself in New Englands if not Nationals.

Coach ended the circle up announcing the addition of a new sports medicine staff member, a grad student studying for her doctorate. She was an alumni and a huge wrestling fan, having managed several years for her high school team. She was a very attractive Japanese, American girl, short like 5'2" and some would pass her over as flat figured, but her body was lean, athletic and graceful. Her ass was perfectly shaped and had plenty of cushion for him. Sure her tits were A cups, but that face could launch ships to war.

I was intrigued, by her name Noriko and the style of dress she flaunted. Gothic. Dark, sexy in t-shirts, mini skirts and Doc Martens, with her short pixie cut hair that came to a points framing her elfin featured face and highlighting her wide almond brown eyes. She showed that midriff off a lot. Ripped like Jesus she was, with washboard abs and I was helplessly caught up in her stars gravity as time slipped by and I'd gotten to know her a bit. At least as much as she had allowed or seemed interested enough to tolerate.

She was hard to read and slightly older at 25, which may had her focus elsewhere. He was fairly sure she had entertained the notion of allowing a date if I asked, but there were no clear signals, other than the occasional incidence of catching her gaze fixated on my crotch before seeming to break from a trance, embarrassed and blushing full on face and upper chest red where her skin was usually porcelain white. I didn't mind. I hoped it was bettering his chances.

Things changed mid season when she became seemingly close friends with another wrestler on the team name Marco. Marco was a weight class below me and a decent wrestler, that somehow managed to hide the fact that he was gay. Not that it mattered to me or that the team would be unaccepting, but it was simply taken for granted he was straight. That irritated me, the fact they were close when I thought him straight. Whenever our paths crossed in drills or practice, I would punish him with some harsh treatment.

This went on for some time, until after a particularly humiliating defeat, he asked me.

"Do you have a problem with me?"

I decided to come clean and tell him I was jealous of how chummy Noriko had become with him, and suddenly it all made sense to him.

"Look man, I'm trusting you to keep this to yourself, but I'm gay. She's one of the few people on campus that I know. Besides she definitely has a crush on you, even if you can't tell or she doesn't show it.

"She and I talk and she has let slip more than once she'd like to see what you were packing. It's obvious you've been blessed when you wear sweats or we get a peek of you in that singlet. I confess that I'm her sworn spy, and she's begged me to study and relay the true status and details of every cock on the team. I know that sounds like a violation of privacy and it is, but it's a delicious one, and a task I have endeavored to deliver on.

"So then, you're doing gay cock rating on the regular for her? She's a size queen? As diminutive as she is, that's a brave girl. So then if she's asked for the report on me, what have you shared?

Lie to me and I'll put a hurting on you every day I get a shot." I affirmed.

He paled a moment and answered, "No problem, no problem. I mean I do my best to not stare or leer in the showers but with a cock like yours swinging around it's pretty easy to evaluate from the periphery. I told her the truth, you're hung. I believe I described you as at least 9 inches flaccid, and uncircumsized, thick as a gym rope and vascular. A shower for sure, seemingly half engorged at all times. I have done my best to plant the seed for you, and she's confessed that description got her hot and wet just thinking about it."

These words were music to my ears, and a diabolical smile crept over my face as a plan to accelerate things sprung up.

"Here's what you should do... I went on to describe a plan to convince her to have some fun and satisfy her curiosity to her heart's content.

The University was old and in desperate need of remodeling, particularly in the old gym that belonged to the wrestling team. The old designs had to allow for steam release via small four inch vent windows along about a foot from the ceiling. These windows let out into the open air over a stairwell that descended into the underworld of the University, hidden away at the back of the building.

I convinced him to sell her on sneaking back there and laying out on the stairs to peek through the shower vent windows from her hidden position, so she could get a first person look at all the swinging dicks on the team. He would leave the windows open at the end of practice. Telling her to be patient and wait for the show she was most likely to enjoy. Most of the team would shower and hustle on out of there in quick order, but not me or the other captains of the team.

We as captains pledged to lead by example and would always stay late doing 3x the cardio as the rest of the team, which would take an extra half hour before we found the showers.

So, a few days later he reported he'd convinced her to be a bad little girl and satisfy her curiosities. I grinned devilishly. "Well done Marco, there is hope for you yet." I announced.

And I could think of nothing else but this sweet Asian doll peeking through windows at turgid swinging cock and hopefully flicking her bean to beat the band.

Practice concluded, we wearily trekked down into the basement locker room and a few agonizing minutes later headed for the showers. The constant imaginings had my cock slightly engorged, hinting at its promising girth and hung heavy with a last third of my shaft and head being the thickest and weightiest portion of my glorious meat stick.

The showers were hot with steam and quite roomy, nozzles on opposing walls.

Brad and Casey, our other captains ambled in behind me, dicks swinging and spread out to find a working nozzle, firing up the steaming water and beginning to lather up. Exchanging few words as we spoke about practice.

I had given my cock a few hard slaps and tuggs before they'd come around and enjoyed the sensation of sending blood to the heavy uncircumcised head, shrouded by a thick and even foreskin. Then I took up position facing away from the guys and toward the far wall where the widows were all open venting steam.

I tried to sneak a peek out the windows to see if I could spy her, but no luck just yet.

Stepping under the hot spray of the shower I let its heat sink into my sore muscles, rolling down my body till I was wet enough to begin to lather up. I reached for the shampoo first rubbing it into my scalp vigorously, enough to cause my cock to sway heavily, slowly drawing blood and continuing to slowly thicken and lengthen.

I rinsed the shampoo from my hair taking extra time with my hands protecting my eyes to peer more deliberately out the window between fingers, only this time to be rewarded by the shadowed face, wide eyes and gritted teeth. I could tell by the slightly noticeable shaking emanating from her right shoulder that she was wanking off. Perfect. Delicious.

I used the cover of having tweaked a disc in my back as an excuse to linger under the hot water while the others quickly finished and said later as they hustled away, eager to get home to a hot meal no doubt.

The peek and revelation of her enthusiasm had removed my efforts to control the growth of my oncoming erection, as it began to fill, thicken and lengthen until it was a turgid half erect meat log swaying, the head raised several inches to point downward toward the far wall where she had an unparalleled view.

Reaching for the body wash I poured a liberal helping in my palms, rubbing them together and began lathering my body slowly and almost sensually, eventually reaching for my cock and balls, lathering them liberally and taking a moment to deliberately stroke my cock three or four times to truly awaken it's 11 inches. Scrubbing up and cleaning, reaching for the end of my fat cock to give it a few cycles of three or four soapy tuggs, ever growing it with each subsequent yank. It was now truly getting hard and had begun the transformation from downward slinging meat to hard, erect, veiny and pointing toward the ceiling with its gentle but powerful upward arching shaft.

I let out some low moans, indicating my private pleasure and let my hands roam over my shoulders, chest and six pack abs sensuously, before grasping it with a hand full of more body wash and beginning to stroke in earnestness. More involuntary sounds escaped me as I became more and more aroused by the knowledge of being watched in so intimate an act.

I paused enough to carefully draw back the thick foreskin completely and scrubbed away any smegma, a sight to see as I handled that thick fat head in my hands as I expertly cleansed it.

I took a quarter turn back toward the shower, to give her more of a side angle view of its girth and length, and went at it a few moments with my off hand. I groaned in need as I felt the cum in my balls begin to churn and tighten.

In response, I groped my sack and pulled my cock aside to fondle my own balls and squeeze them to the bottom of my scrotum together with my left hand, displaying my bullish sized nuts while I tugged at the lathered slippery head. It felt so good. Electric as I could feel her eyes on me.

I returned to stroking in earnest even uttering under my breath "Cum for me baby. Cum for me!" as if deeply rooted and committed to the fantasy unrolling in my head.

As my stroking became more violent my cock responded by growing even harder, trails of raised vascular veins strained as I felt my nuts churn and tighten. I was so close now...

I swore then, that just above the hiss of the spraying hot water and my own heavy breathing, in the wake of my demand for my imaginary plaything to cum for me, that I heard a muffled shuddering cry followed by a low whimper.

I pretended to be blissfully ignorant to the angel's glorious orgasm, but the heat of it of caused my balls to clench and spasm, and I cried out, "Take that fucking load!" as I exploded.

I had always been proud of the distance, height and volume of my ejaculations and I'd never been more turned on.

Thick ropes of cum shot from my upward straining cock arcing out directly toward the windows and far wall, hitting just low of the window 10 feet away with heavy splats, a terribly satisfying sound, as torrent after torrent of youthful white spunk shot from the end of my magnificent cock. Until after throwing my whole body behind the Guiness worthy orgasm and oscar worthy performance, I growled in deep satisfaction as I squeezed the last of it into my palm and brought that thick puddle of spunk to my mouth cleaning every taste from my hand.

I shook out my cock from then from near the base as if it were all part of the ritual of pleasing myself as it began to soften and become soft enough to slap heavily into my left palm half a dozen times, each harder then the last, until I cried out. "Fuck yes. That felt fucking good." as I dropped my swollen meat and let it swing freely once more and turned the water off, beginning to dry myself with my towel slowly and methodically before draping it across my neck and leaning down to grab up my caddy, I let my eyes peer into the shadow ever so briefly to see if I still had an audience. Indeed, my voyeur was rooted in place. Eyes still fixed on the thick and obviously swollen head as it swayed under the power of its own gravity.

I slowly turned away, reluctant to leave her there with the secret of her sin, but I did so with a deeply satisfied grin. As I left the shower whistling Dixie.

Flip flopps echoing in the tiled hall, I emerged out into the locker room, expecting to be the lone straggler. Coach and all were usually gone by this hour and it was later still than normal.

Dick swinging heavily I stepped into the room only to see Marco, back against the lockers facing the shower exit, naked, turgid sizeable cock in hand slowly stroking.

His eyes were glued to my cocks pendulous swaying for a moment before pulling his eyes away to meet mine. "That cock is not easy to get out of your mind, trust me. If she isn't sold now, I would consider trading your personality in." he jested.

"Yeah, you did miss the show, that's for sure. I did catch a few glimpses of her shadowed face without her noticing and I even think I heard her cum and whimper over the hiss of the showers. I would suspect she will be a bit more decisive and eager to interact from here on out."

"Nice." he said. "Mission accomplished, now time to pay up for the favor as agreed."

I cringed inwardly as I acknowledged I had consented. Initially he had it in mind for me to fuck his ass and nut inside him, no condom. That price seemed a little steep, and although I am bi-sexual today, I had acknowledged no such desires at that age.

I told him, "Best I can do is let you drain my balls with your mouth and no doubt artful tongue." to which he had reluctantly agreed.

I hadn't expected him to want to collect so early, however.

"You sure you're ready to collect? I mean it's your call, but it is kind of hot and dirty to let it play out here.

"Oh yes, I'm quite sure." he affirmed eyes fixed on the flaccid but still tumescent dangling meat, which despite his affirmations of being straight, began to twitch and pulse as the notion and imaginings of Marco's mouth on his cock flooded his brain.

I closed the distance across the room, dick swaying, until I was just a few feet away. Then I took the towel from around my neck and wrapped it around the back of his neck, then began to slowly pull him forward suggestively. "Come get it then cowboy." I urged, grasping it by the base and slapping its heavy girth on his forehead playfully before letting him take over the show.

I felt his hands grasp my cock gently, reverently, and worshipfully. He looked up at me with ice-blue eyes and brought my head to his lips, letting his tongue lash out to tease me and ride the swelling glans around and around before taking me in his mouth opening wide to accommodate me. Lips wrapped tightly around me.

I had to admit, It felt damn good as my fears of not being able to get hard for a male's mouth faded away, and I began to harden and raise erect once more gloriously in that strained arch that pointed toward the ceiling.

Marco too was hard as a rock now. His nice cock had a beautiful arch to it as well, and I eyed it appreciatively.

Marco went to work with some urgency, even playing his tongue under my thick foreskin to give me a thrill, which I delighted in, cock head still sensitive from the wank session. My knees buckled a little and I exclaimed, "Whoa... I do like that. Good boy, show me what you got." I encouraged him and he responded with eager and ambitious attempts to shove my cock down his throat, eyes pleading for me to brew him a reward worthy of his great accomplishment.

I slowly got aggressive and began to help force more meat down his throat with each slow stroke while he fought for breath.

"Uhhhg that feels good, you like that?" I affirmed and inquired, listening to his vain attempt to indicate yes or no verbally, but to validate my question by revealing yet another level of need and commitment to the task at hand.

He was determined it seemed to swallow all eleven inches of fat cock, and he was very nearly there, as was I.

My balls churned and I commanded him to play with them, reveling in the feeling of his attempt to grasp them both, squeezing and fondling them lovingly.

Slowly I could feel my urge to nut building, and stroked again slowly toward that goal.

"Ok sweet boy, this is your reward, you make the call. Where do you want it?" I asked through clenched teeth, and awaited his answer. I had to let him up for air, and he coughed and sputtered but managed to pull my cock out of his mouth with an audible plop and pointed it toward the back of his throat, mouth open wide as he could manage. "I want to watch it explode and feel it hit my face and slide down my throat deliciously." he cooed, stroking gently toward the fat sensitive head running his thumb under the glans in an edging motion that sent him over the top.

"You got it my little cum slut." I offered as my balls flexed and the white-hot cum erupted in gouts of thick white young spunk splashing across his face covering the left eye and most of the young man's face in just a few of the first ropes of cum he released. More followed though in the wake of an urgent and needful growl as he emptied his seed over the man's face and splashed a few aimed torrents into the back of his throat, causing him to choke a bit and cough as he attempted to swallow it in stride.

"Good fucking boy." I praised him as the last few spasms of my cock spilled the last of my seed which I dribbled into his waiting open maw. You suck a mean dick. I might have to use your throat again some time. I didn't hate it, I said warmly as I tried to wipe away the thick puddle of jizz that completely occluded his left eye.

As my cock slowly softened to engorged but pliable meat, I rubbed my cum across his face with the head and underside of my cock moaning low as I did, as if to tell him I thoroughly enjoyed it.

He opened his eyes and met mine as I stared down at him sweeping my cock across his face, spreading my cum thoroughly and evenly across it and slapping his face three times with the weight of my meat before sighing heavily and sitting down beside him to take a load off.

"I fucking loved every minute of that." he declared. "You can use any of my holes, any fucking time you want. I give you free use. Abuse me at your will." he said with utmost sincerity and surprised me by swooping in for kiss, which I was not prepared for. My protests died in my throat as having to open my mouth to do so, gave him the opening he desired, and I felt the smooth drain of a mouthful of cum he'd been talking around slide into my mouth followed by his agile tongue that stirred the mix until I made the conscious decision to swallow the delicious spunk.

I wasn't sure what was happening to me, but I had not expected to feel much of what I was experiencing in this supposed simple transaction. I found myself returning the kiss with what enthusiasm I could summon from my confused mind.

I was doubly shocked when I found my left hand had reached for his fat cock and grasped it, gently stroking his seven-inch rod. Slowly, sensually, spitting in my palm liberally and returning to encompass the hot skin of his needful cock. I began again, slowly stroking.

"You made me feel so good, It's only fair I return the favor."

Who was saying these words and acting in this manner I was unsure of, but it was happening and I wasn't mad about it. "You like that? Is that good?" I asked, grinning as he nodded and uttered the words, "I love it. So gentle and sensual." he answered.