He was nineteen, built like he lifted every damn day, and I was twenty, still buzzing from the post-workout high when we hit the showers late that night. The gym was dead, just the echo of water and our breathing. I caught him staring at my dick while I soaped up, thick and half-hard already from the heat.
Fuck, youre packing, he muttered, voice low and rough. No small talk, no bullshit. He stepped closer, water streaming down his chest, and grabbed my shaft in one wet fist. Been thinking about this all week.
I didnt answer with words. I shoved him back against the tile, dropped to my knees, and took his cock straight into my mouth. He was thick, veiny, already leaking, and I sucked him hard, tongue dragging under the head while my hand worked the base. He groaned, hips jerking, fingers twisting in my wet hair. Yeah, choke on it, you dirty fuck.
He fucked my throat in short, hungry thrusts until spit ran down my chin and mixed with the shower spray.
Then he hauled me up, spun me around, and kicked my legs apart. His fingers, slick with soap, pushed straight into my ass, two at once, scissoring me open fast and rough. I braced against the wall, panting, cock throbbing untouched.
Gonna wreck this hole, he growled, and lined up. The first push burned, stretching me wide, but I pushed back and took every inch. He bottomed out and started pounding, skin slapping loud in the empty room, water splashing everywhere. Each thrust nailed my prostate and made my legs shake. I reached down and jerked myself in time with him, balls tight, moaning like a whore.
He pulled out, dropped to his knees, and ate my ass like he was starving, tongue fucking deep while his hand stroked me. Then he stood, bent me over the bench outside the spray, and slammed back in. Harder now, balls-deep, grunting with every stroke. Take it, take that dick, you tight little fuck.
I came first, shooting ropes across the bench, ass clenching around him. He lasted another minute, then buried himself and unloaded, hot pulses flooding my guts. We stayed locked like that, breathing hard, cum dripping down my thighs when he finally pulled free.
He smirked, wiped his mouth, and said, Same time tomorrow? I just nodded, already hard again.
