Though most of my experiences had been with young women, I'd had an intense and passionate relationship with one special young man through most of high school. Going away to college I was looking forward to leaving Smalltown USA and exploring this side of my sexuality further. As things turned out, anti-gay prejudices on campus were as anywhere else. I had no idea of where to look anyway. So I settled into dorm life and even hooked up with a girlfriend. We had a great sex life, but I still wanted something a little extra.
It didn't help that I was housed on a floor with a bunch of football and lacrosse players. Jocks have a habit of walking about without a stitch on, and that did nothing for my secret desires. They'd come back from practice full of sweat and musk and stand around nude waiting for the showers. The smell drove me nuts. I'd wait until they all left for class after their showers and stand in the shower room soaking up the aroma. Many mornings I'd jerk off in the shower, taking in the scent and recalling the physiques that had just paraded through.
One morning I was killing time in there, basking in the musk, getting ready to shower and go see my girlfriend. Everybody had already showered and left for early classes. I had a killer hard-on and was contemplating a good wank when in walked my next door neighbor, coming back late from practice. "You might want to pick someplace more private to play with that," he said matter of factly as he stripped off his shorts and tee. I paused for a second, caught a little off guard by my own lust and the sudden view of Steve's very muscular, and very naked body.
Embarrassed then, I jumped into the shower and turned on the water, praying he hadn't caught me checking him out. I'd never thought of him in particular, in a sexual way. He was too big, bulky, and kind of obnoxious. At that moment though, in my aroused state, all I could think of was his big chest and arms. I heard him enter the shower stall and started thinking of him there glistening under the spray. It only made me harder and thinking of him there just a foot away was more than I could take. I reached down and started rubbing myself softly and quietly. I let the hot water flow down over my chest and I fantasized about Steve pressed up against me, his big arms around me.
I got the shock of my life a moment later when I felt cool air at my back. I looked over my shoulder and Steve had opened the curtain and was stepping into the shower stall. He stepped in and closed the curtain behind him. "If we shower together we'll save hot water," he said. The hard-on he was sporting told me that wasn't all that was on his mind. It had been too long for me since I'd had that kind of pleasure so I wasn't about to disappoint him.
When I tried to turn to face him though he stopped me. "Don't turn around," he commanded, "I'll wash your back." With that he started to soap my back with his huge hands. I damn near melted. For those who know, there's nothing like the touch of a big man. He massaged my neck and shoulders and ran his hands down my sides. There was space between us but I could feel his cock pressed against my ass cheeks. The shower stall was filled with his hot, sweaty cologne. Everywhere he touched me I felt electric tingles.
He soaped me all over and then I felt his hand run down between my thighs and back up to right behind my balls. I collapsed backwards into his arms but he held me up. He pushed his hand up between my cheeks lathering my crack and I could feel myself nearly fainting in pleasure. One finger pressed softly against my hole and slid slowly in. My anal experience was limited to fingering but my high school lover hadn't had hands as big as this. It hurt some at first but quickly gave way to waves of pleasure as he hit that magic spot. I pushed back against him to meet his advances. He pulled the finger slowly out and replace it with two.
