Showering Alone After Sports

Pfiuu, 90 minutes, finally the end of the match. Dripping with sweat, all my muscles aching, I stand a moment catching back my breath, with hands on my hips, before walking to traditionally hand-check my teammates and our opponents of the day.

It was my 10th match at this self-organized football competition. I found it via the internet. Every weekend you can register to be on a starting 11. There are regulars, but there are enough new people every week to keep the matches varied. Wanting to get back to sport and meet people after arriving in this new city, I was glad I found this activity.

Most players are between 25 and 35, with diverse athletic capabilities, but all with definitely some football experience. That made the games interesting but also exhausting, even more so as I played as a midfielder. I am fitting in the lot: 30, in good shape with nice athletic remains from my teen tennis days, and with nice dribbling skills. My best assets on the pitch are my vision of the game and my speed, which both get me lots of praise from my teammates.

I have the physique that matches these skills. Powerful legs -- I am quite proud of the circumference of my thighs -- that allow me repetitive runs and explosive changes of direction, and a toned upper body that helps me to keep the ball when being charged upon by opponents. I feel I gradually earned respect from my peers thanks to my prowess in the game, and I even started to consider some of the other regulars as friends.

Nothing could thus be better about this activity. Except one thing.

My fear of the communal showers.

I live on the other side of the city so have to sit in the metro for 30 minutes. Out of respect for other passengers and out of self-respect, I must shower before getting home. But I dread shared showers. I never played collective sports in a club while young, and I fear popping random boners and making a shame of myself.

So, wanting to shower but not wanting to risk being in the communal showers with everyone else, I adopted a tactic. Every time after a match, I let everyone else go to the locker room, while I continue to train on the pitch. Run, free kick sessions, corner sessions, you name it. I continue long enough to be sure no one is showering anymore when going to the lockers, if there are any remaining people at all.

Even when a teammate wants to join me in my prolonged sport sessions, I out-exhaust him to be sure to be alone in the showers. And if he still sticks around while I want to get home, I end up going back there by metro without showering, all smelly and disappointed at myself.

You could tell me this fear is irrational, and you would be right. But this is still how I am wired and can't do much about it. This is even more irrational considering I have -- like hinted previously -- an engaging physique so nothing I should be afraid of.

Towering at 1m85, with quite a muscular body - thanks to those football sessions but also a controlled diet - a defined jaw, brown hair and hazelnut eyes. And a killer smile, if I am to quote my exes. Last but not least, also a nice dick and huge balls that would probably make some people jealous in the showers. So really nothing to be ashamed of when displaying my naked body. But still, the fear of having an uncontrolled erection and the possible social trauma that would come from this is enough to keep me away from showering with my teammates.

So here I am circling the field for the 20th time, a good 30 minutes after the end of the match. As usual, this should have been enough for all people to leave. Hard to tell while being on the pitch, as the exit is on the opposite side of the building hosting the lockers and showers. But I decide to stop running and take my chance, and thus finally head over there. I enter the building, cross a set of doors and corridors and finally arrive at the much-dreaded lockers and its communal showers.

No one is there. I am relieved and instantly feel more relaxed.

The lockers are basic. A simple room with tiled floors and walls, with wooden benches and hangers, bare. The right wall opens up onto the communal showers. A manly odor of sweat floats into the air, mixed with humidity. Only my bag and clothes are left. I go to the bench, strip naked, throw my sweaty clothes on the floor and head over to the showers.

The shower room is rectangular and there are shower heads only on the left and right walls, the facing wall when you enter being empty. I go to the left set as I know the soap dispenser on the right wall is empty, as always. I turn on the shower and am greeted with warm water. Letting the water drip on me, I sigh from the sensation. Always a nice reward to relax in hot water after an exhausting training session.

My sore muscles relax. I take a glance and appreciate my muscular abs and legs. I really did build some muscles lately from sports and good life hygiene, and I am proud of it. If only I had someone to share it with.

Those long months as a single and without any action were starting to take their toll on me. I start taking soap from the disposal and wash my legs. With both hands I can deeply massage each of my thighs while standing, feeling the bulging muscle mass under the skin moving through my palms. My thoughts start to wander, imagining someone else would be doing the massage. I close my eyes.

I first imagine a sexy blond girl with nice boobs, naked, on her knees, looking back up at me with beautiful eyes and pulpous lips, massaging me with strength while biting her lips, letting her breasts come into contact briefly with my skin from time to time. The thought is exciting. I imagine my dick, inches away from her face, swinging from the massage, welcoming any action on her part.

Naturally I start to tug on my dick, my eyes still closed, and I feel my meat growing in my hand. I imagine the girl sexily removing her sports bra, revealing magnificent tits, really firm and sizeable, with how so wonderful areolas that surround beautifully erected nipples that make me want to play with them, delicately bite them to send waves of pleasure inside the woman's body.

I imagine myself fondling her tits, gesturing her to stand up, having each of my hands take possession of her tits, making her get close to me so I can kiss her, devour her, and make my very hard cock touch her, making her feel its rockiness and its warm desire for more.

I am completely absorbed in my fantasy, wanking myself hard under the hot shower, feeling the surge of an orgasm rising. That is when I hear someone open the locker room, put things on the bench and start to undress. I start to panic. Here I am, with my raging hard on, trapped inside the communal showers, with likely someone to come join me. Not knowing what to do, I keep facing the wall and wait.

"Hi there" I hear coming from behind me.

"Hey" I reply back, trying to sound as natural as possible. The voice of the guy was quite low. I imagine a muscular man and think about the craziness of the situation of a hot guy catching me jacking me off. My boner is not receding, I always feared popping a boner in the showers but curiously here, with someone coming in while I was alone and jerking, I feel a bit braver.

I hear the guy switching on a shower head on the opposite wall. Glad he did not come to take the shower here next to me, it would have been awkward. I keep my back to him, wondering how the situation will unfold. Probably he will shower quickly, I will wait, my boner will disappear, he will leave the shower and this ordeal will end. That's when I hear him speak, clearly in the tone of someone wanting to small talk.

"You play football here?"

I am wondering why he is not minding his own business but I reply anyway "Yes, I train here every week-end"

"Ah me too" he answers back. I did not recognize his voice but I should know this guy if he comes here to play football every week-end. Piqued by curiosity, I turn my body a bit so I can look over my shoulder what this guy looks like.

He has his eyes closed and is facing me, standing proudly, muscles bulging, letting the water run over him. He is lean, veins appearing, clearly an athlete. He seems in his thirties, has a nice defined jaw, some short brown hair, a trimmed beard.

He epitomizes manliness. What embodies even more virility is the thing located between his two powerful legs. Clearly if I were him, I would be standing proudly as well. There lies the most magnificent soft dick I have ever seen. Thick, long, uncut, resting on huge balls, decorated by nicely trimmed pubes.

I quickly turn back to face the wall, even more excited. My dick will definitely not go down. I have never been so much into guys but how could you not be horny when you see a living god naked next to you.

I try to slow my heartbeat and answer as flatly as I can "How come I have never seen you, I come here play football almost every week" I ask him.

"Ah actually I don't play football, I exercise on the running track at the other end of the sports complex. There are also showers there but they are in maintenance so I came here. I actually did not expect to see someone at this hour."

"Me neither I thought I'd be alone" I reply

"I see" he answers back, leaving me wondering if there was a double meaning and he somehow saw my boner.

A few seconds pass by, without any of us talking, leaving the sound of the showers fill the space. I then hear some repeating squishing sound, and then hear him say "Ah the soap disposer on this wall is empty". Without leaving me the time to reply I hear him cross the 3 meters that separate his wall from mine, clearly to come serve himself at the soap dispenser next to me.

I anticipate just as he arrives to the dispenser by turning slightly to the right to keep hidden my exposed boner. I quickly glance to the left and see him moving to the shower head next to me, his massive dong swinging like a pendulum as he presses the water button and positions himself under the jet and starts to soap himself up.

If my cheeks were hot before, they are now burning. Clearly, the guy will now want to stay next to the soap dispenser, a meter from me. I contemplate the idea of exiting the shower by making a weird trajectory, keeping my back to him so that he never sees my erection, but before executing my plan he talks to me again "Nice legs by the way, did you get them solely playing football or do you go to the gym on the side?"

I am confused. Is he hitting on me? "Uh well, yes mostly football and a bit of running" I reply

"Yours are bigger than mine, and I already have massive legs due to all my running and gym strengthening, impressive" he says.

I hesitate, it definitely looks like flirting. But it could also just be regular small talk under the shower. I actually never go to showers with guys, so I don't know how people behave in them. Maybe it is common to compliment another guy's physique, without any sexual intention in it. Maybe it is even more to prove the point that you are not attracted that you compliment a guy's physique, to make it just that, a physique discussion without any gayness in it. I could answer "Well there is one place you are more massive than me" but I don't have the courage to try it out. So I just answer, my heart racing, still my back to him "Thanks".

Not wanting an awkward silence to set in, I finally decide to turn around a bit, still hiding my boner, so I can look a bit over my shoulder and tell him "Nice physique as well man". Looking at him saying my comment I see him soap his head, staring back at me and proudly exposing his massive endowment to my view, almost at a grabbing distance. Even if I did a quick glance at his crotch, I can see from his grin that he caught it.

"Thanks, I work hard to have this body so it is always nice having compliments from guys like you" he replies.

"What do you mean guys like me?" I ask

"Well the kind I like to get compliments from" he answers without missing a beat.

Not knowing what to do with this answer, I turn around a bit to also take soap from the dispenser, still keeping my erect dick out of his sight. As I do so, I steal a glance at him, and see that his dick seems longer and thicker than before. Is he getting aroused??

"You know, you keep trying to hide your boner, but you are pretty bad at it, there is no shame so you can turn around" he says casually.

Just with this little sentence, I feel even more exposed that I have ever been in my life, even more naked than I am already, vulnerable almost. I don't know how to respond to that.

He continues "In case it helps, I am feeling a bit excited myself, I have a semi in full display so it's only fair you show me yours as well."

"Yeah sorry, I was alone before you came and was having a little heat moment by myself, I don't want to make it weird" I finally say, my heart pounding in my chest as I turn around.

It is the first time since he joined the shower that I am clearly facing him, able to see him exhaustively. He really is a beast.

His cock is now parallel to the floor, massive, a thick slab of meat defying gravity, with a huge glans tipping the pole, surrounded by retracted foreskin. His huge and full balls are matching the size of his tool, and his tool matches the sexiness of his entire body.

He looks at me grinning and says "There you go, no shame at all, nice dick by the way!". My dick is definitely big and thick, but his is definitely bigger.

Just in front of me, he takes some soap and starts to caress his cock "You know you have a sexy body, I am not into men, but my cock definitely seems to like you and this situation" he tells me.

Here I am, the guy that never wants to go into communal showers out of fear of having an erection, alone with a guy that has a massive dick, willing for some action, as I am myself with a hard-on. I am speechless from the situation.

"We can rub one together" he goes on. And without thinking much, my right hand comes to find my very erect dick while my left starts to fondle my balls.

He lets escape a low "Mmmh".

His dick is now at full mast, definitely 20 cm, the perfect thick cock.

He starts to get more into it himself and to jerk his cock faster. "This is so exciting, yes, jerk your big cock" he goes on.

Since none of us pushed on the water buttons for some time, both our showers stop. I see some pre-come glistening at the tip of his huge glans. He takes a finger and spreads it around while looking at me intensely.

"This is so hot" I finally manage to say, feeling my orgasm start to get close, helped by my jerking session before the guy joined me in the showers.

He gets closer to me while still jerking his huge cock. He looks at me intently, almost piercing through my soul. I can hear his breath getting heavier. He seems focused, his abs contracted and is now jerking his cock parallel to the floor, his glans mere inches from me.

His presence is intoxicating. He then hands over his free hand, in a clear gesture -- if I accept -- to offer help. I do not hesitate twice and bend my dick forward, which he then seizes while still wanking his huge tool.

I sigh from the pleasure of another person touching my most private place, in this surreal situation. To help lubricate the hand job, he stops to spit on his hand then resumes the back-and-forth motion. I start to fuck his hand in rhythm, letting go of any pretense of not liking the situation.

He seems to feel my dick swell and my rocking pace quicken as I am getting close to release and removes his hand, to my disappointment.

But then, to my surprise, he moves even closer, smoothly puts his hands on my ass cheeks and pulls me to him.

Our cocks now touch, and I feel the heat emanating from his hard rod. He then leans closer and kisses me, deeply. I close my eyes and surrender myself to the physical sensations. I have never felt so hot in my entire life. As I melt into his arms, still kissing, he starts grinding his cock against mine. We then stop kissing, and out of breath I say "Well, this is unexpected".

Playfully he answers "Ahah I am getting carried away, you clearly revved me up with your sexy body"

"I have never done anything like that" I say.

"Me neither" he answers, though I have doubts he is completely honest with me. Not that I would complain anyway. He then says "I am getting close, wanna try out something?"

"Definitely" I answer, not knowing where this will lead me. He stays close to me, then aligns his cock vertically with mine, seizes both in his big hands and starts to jerk them together.

This way the dick size difference is stark, his being definitely thicker and a bit longer than mine. Oddly I find this even more exciting to have my sizeable cock dwarfed by an even sexier dick, and having this big dick owner taking a bit control of the situation - and of me.

He goes slowly, stroking both out dicks, flesh against flesh, sharing the warmth and the pleasure from our most cherished organs. We both grunt gently, not shy about letting the other one know how good this feels. I get some tickling sensation as he brushes the underside of my glans with his massive cock head during the back-and-forth motion.

We then both start - having the idea at the same time - humping, doing a little fucking motion as if his hands were a hole. This makes this already quite close encounter feel even more intimate. I use my free hands to hold his ass cheeks and bring him even closer as he is quickening his pace. I can feel we are both getting close.

Without warning, he starts to let out a low rumble that becomes an expressive sigh of pleasure as cum shoots out of his cock. My cock being in contact with his, circled by his hands, I feel the vibrations and his cock thicken every time a jet of cum erupts from his head slit. The cum lands on both of us, white and thick. This makes me trip over the edge, as I myself start to cum like a fountain, my spunk coating both our cocks, making the last jerk motions even more sensual, lubricated by both our sexual fluids. He then stops and lets our cock go, as I come down from the orgasm bliss. "Wow, that was hot" he says

"That's crazy" I only manage to reply.

Without more words, he presses on the shower button, making hot water come back onto us both. Here we are, two hunks with big cocks - now deflating but still defying gravity - panting and emptied.

He then presses the soap dispenser to get some, asks me to turn around and starts to clean me gently, rubbing my skin. This cleansing soon becomes a massage of my back as I feel him dig his fingers into my shoulder muscles, then my neck.

I then feel his thick semi-erect cock brush my ass "Woops sorry" he says, I don't reply. Crazy how after all this intimate action, this small act still feels like crossing a boundary. He then soaps and massages my glutes, my quads, and when I turn around as he finishes cleaning my back, I am again very hard. I can see he is getting harder also on his side.

He then looks at his watch and says "Shit, I need to leave, I am late". He comes closer, his huge cock coming to rest on my belly, gives me a quick peck on the lips and says "I have to go, but I believe we can meet another time? I come to practice every week-end, I think I will use these showers more regularly now", smirking at me at the end of his sentence.

"Sure, we can definitely shower together again in the future" I reply.

"Well see you next time then!" he says as he turns around, then quickly leaves the shower area, his muscular ass dancing at every step. I hear him dress up in haste, pack his things and leave.

I continue washing myself, scrubbing some cum that got trapped in my pubes, trying to process what has happened. I conclude I definitely liked this and would not mind redoing it again.

Maybe I will come in communal showers more often now.