When I was a lot younger, my parents bought a pop-up camper and we went camping about once a month in the various state parks. Unfortunately they weren't very adventurous and once you've seen one campground you've kind of seen them all. They would often go hiking together and I would spend a lot of time lounging around in the camper, reading.
It was always hot and sticky and I looked forward to taking a nightly shower. It was refreshing and if nothing else the ones that had private stalls gave me an opportunity to beat off, so at least something eventful would happen that day.
One such time though, I was really horny and disappointed to see that the campground's showers were the large communal type. I hadn't seen anybody else around on the way in so I assumed I would not be bothered. The place had old plumbing so the pipes were noisy. After a while of jumping at every squeak and clank, thinking someone was entering, I relaxed, letting the water cascade over me and started stroking softly at my cock.
Things got awkward a few seconds later when the next sound I heard was that of a man clearing his throat. Mortified, I looked over and saw a middle-aged guy standing in the doorway. There was no hiding what I was doing; he had a full view, and who knew how long he had been standing there. A stranger had just caught me masturbating in the public showers.
"I...um..."
He chuckled. "Don't worry about it. I do it all the time."
Unfazed, he walked up to the spigot next to mine. I wasn't sure what to do. He did though- he turned on the water and dropped his shorts, his thick cock dangling free before me. I'd never been this close to another man's penis. It's all a matter of perspective, but at the time, it seemed absolutely huge.
He quickly soaped himself down and continued, "Matter of fact, I kinda wish I could do it right now. Would you mind if I did?"
"What? Uh...um...no..." I stammered, completely at a loss for words. What was going on?
He started to stroke himself right in front of me. I watched in awe, my own erection aching, wanting desperately for me to do the same.
"You ever had someone else stroke it for you?"
I shook my head. "Do you mind if I show you, then?"
He reached out towards my groin and I didn't object; I stepped closer. His hand wrapped around my shaft and he started tugging my foreskin gently back and forth, over my swollen cockhead, while he stroked his own rod in time. Occasionally he would let me slip and rub his soapy hand under my balls, massaging them before taking me again in his warm grip. I moaned softly as he continued his ministrations. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced.
"We shouldn't be doing this here though. Would you like to come to my camper so we can do more?"
I wasn't sure what "more" meant, but the man had shown me a slice of heaven and I was in no rush to go back to my boring weekend. "Yes," I answered, confident for the first time that afternoon.
He rinsed off while I did the same, then we both left wearing nothing but our towels. I carried my belongings conspicuously at groin level to hide my boner, but I was so nervous on the way to his camper. What if he was a serial killer? What if he was a kidnapper? What if my parents found out?
