The campground shower house is really just an echoey, steamy hallway with curtained shower stalls on either side of a tile floor. Most of the stalls are empty, but there are a couple curtains pulled, steam rising, the sounds of splashing water cleaning off some weary camper or other.I move into a stall across the hall from an occupied stall and kick off my flip-flops. The curtain across the way is closed, but being made of plastic, it doesn’t close all the way or well. At both edges the curtain pulls away from the stall wall and I can see inside a bit.
I pull off my shirt and hang it on the hook and begin undoing my belt. The crack on one side of the opposite stall reveals nothing but the tiled shower stall and, above, a silvery metal showerhead blasting hot steamy water. Above the curtain, a hand comes up like the guy’s rinsing his armpit.
I drop my jeans and shake them out a bit. Hang them on the hook. Not wearing underwear today. I stand in the stall, the shower curtain still wide open, just in case, and scratch out my bush. My cock is soft but not completely and my balls are laying low and hairy against my thighs. I lift my arm and scratch my armpit with nice upward strokes of my fingertips. Then I run my hands over my ass cheeks and feel the hair there.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see flesh in the opposite curtain’s crack. I turn to look, and just catch someone’s face pulling back. Was he watchin’ me?
I turn to my own shower, leaning my body against the stall wall to give him a good view of my backside, which I’ve heard no complaints about yet. I fiddle with the shower handle, the water slams out and I test the water for temperature. I scratch my ass. I bend down like I’m inspecting the shower floor, making sure my legs are wide enough apart that my cock and balls shows down below my ass.
I quickly turn and this time see not only a body, but a hand moving where I hoped a hand would be moving. Who says a man has to close his shower stall curtain while he showers? Or that he can’t enjoy givin’ another guy a good view?
I step into the shower and get very wet. The water runs down my head and face, feeling hot and clean and damn good. I feel the water flowing across my shoulders and over my chest and my big bear belly, playin’ in the hair there. The water flows down and off my cock like a fuckin’ waterfall. I feel the water sliding down my ass crack and down my legs.
I scrub my face with my hands and turn toward the opposite stall. The curtain has been pulled a little more open. I can see the guy in there and, even though he doesn’t act like he sees me, you can tell he knows he’s being watched. He moves self-consciously without any kind of glance in my direction. But he manages to ease most of his body into view by contortions of his body in his “shower routine,” all done no doubt for my benefit.
And he’s real sexy. He’s shorter than me by about a hand or two. He’s a soft chub with an amazing large belly that folds over all the way around his front and his hips. His tits are spectacular. I mean real big and his nipples are large and brown and almost womanly which, I don’t know, usually doesn’t get me that much. But, wow... This guy’s fuckin’ beautiful sexy breasts are getting me unreasonably hard. I mean I want them in my mouth like fuckin’ now.
Some guy walks past us between our stalls, looking for an open one. He glances in and down, probably seeing my cock all hard and uncut and up and throbbing. He glances quickly away and keeps walking. I hear a shower stall down the hallway open and close roughly.
I smile and pull the handle on the body soap dispenser. The smell is pleasant and clean and I rub the silky body soap into the hair on my chest and feel my nipples hardening and I linger on them, putting on a bit of a show for shower chub across the way. Pull a little more body soap and rub it into my hair, scrubbing my scalp into a lather. Bring the soap down into my beard and scrub it up as well. Turn to make sure he’s lookin’ – which he fuckin’ is – and the movement below indicates he likes what he’s seein’. He disappears again behind the curtain, which I think is kind of cute that he’s so shy.
I rinse everything off slowly, enjoying the heat and the wet and the suds running down my back and chest and into my ass crack and over my cock and balls. I sigh loudly and look again.
He’s pulled the curtain a little more open so I have a good full-length view of most of his body. His legs are soft and fleshy with big round calves. His arms are also soft and have a waddly quality that really gets me hard. He gathers some soap in his hand and puts his hands between his legs. His cock, soaped up and hard, is a nice length and curves up real sexy and his balls are dark and tight against his body. He’s washing his cock in plain view and steals a look to see if I’m lookin’ which of course I am and am making sure he fuckin’ knows it.
My dick is in my hand and I’m going to town here.
He stops a moment and looks right at me. I stare back. The only sound is the water falling off our bodies and the splat splat of others showering down the hall. I pull my head back in a “come over here” gesture. The chub licks his lips. His skin is so white and soft. I bet it tastes great.
“Come over here,” I whisper.
The guy steps forward and opens his curtain a little. Sticks his head out and looks up and down the hall. Steps out and recloses the curtain behind him. Then he walks over to my stall, dripping all the way. He closes the curtain of my stall behind him.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hey,” he replies.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful,” I say. “Do you know that?”
He blushes every shade of red. He is young, maybe late 20s or early 30s. His brown hair is clipped close and he has real sexy eyes.
“Come in here,” I say, stepping back a bit into the shower’s stream.
He steps in and I take his face in my hands. “Can I kiss you?” I say. He nods.
He tastes of bubblegum. His tongue is a playful slippery thing inside my mouth and my tongue tries to find every smooth space inside his mouth. He groans softly. His hands reach around me and pull my body to his. He is so soft and his dick is so hard and the contrast is really getting’ me turned on.
“I like hairy guys,” he whispers to me when we stop to breathe. He whispers it right into my ear and after makes a breathy sound and I feel his tongue on my ear. Fuck. I mean, my dick is smashed against this chub’s sweet belly and I begin squirming my hips a bit so my cock will stop screaming at me.
“And I like you,” I say.
“Ed,” he says. “I’m Ed.”
“Ed,” I say. “It’s nice to kiss you.”
He opens his mouth and I take that as an invitation and I press my lips to his again and kiss this beautiful man for a while. The water is still warm and pleasant running down my belly and onto his.
“What do you want to do, Ed,” I ask.
He blushes again, steps back a step and looks down at my cock. “I want that,” he says.
I kiss him quickly and hard. “Ed, you be my guest,” I say.
Ed licks his lips and uses the sides of the shower stall to lower himself to his knees on the rubber mat. He opens his mouth and turns his head and mouths my cock from the bottom. He licks and open-mouthed kisses my cock shaft from the root to the tip and it feels so fuckin’ good. I lean back on the side of the stall and let him have at it. When he reaches the tip of my cock, he sticks his tongue into the tip and licks the precum that’s dribbling out. He slides the tip of his tongue in between my foreskin and my glans which is so sensitive I feel like I’m gonna shoot and my breath catches for a second. I have to touch his head to get him to stop a moment to keep from cumming too soon.
He stays still with his tongue flat against my glans. When I finally calm the waves, I say, “Okay” and he reaches up with his hand and slides my foreskin back like a fuckin’ pro.
“I love your cock, daddy,” he says.
My heart is pounding so loud in my ears and there’s something about the sight of this huge beautiful man on his knees before me and calling me “daddy” that makes me want to do him right and make him proud of me.
“Suck it, son,” I say, placing my hand gently on the top of his head.
He opens his lips and begins a slow wet descent on my cock shaft. Every inch is heaven. This guy knows what he’s doing. When he gets to the root of my cock and his nose is breathing hot breath into my pubes, he holds there a moment and I can feel the back of his throat massaging my cockhead. It’s too fuckin’ much. I’m not going to last long with this guy.
Then he pulls slowly back, suctioning his cheeks in so that I feel every part of my cock pulled on and suckled. My balls are twitchy and I smile and suck in my breath and shake my head.
“Damn, boy,” I say soft and low, “You’re gonna make me pop.”
He pulls off my cock, his lips lollypopping the tip of my cock. “That’s the point,” he says.
I bend down and kiss him again. Tasting my cock on his lips and the sweet scent of soap. “I wish we could continue this in my tent,” I say.
“You can come to my Winnebago when we’re done here,” he says. “I have a nice bed there you can fuck me in.”
The water splashes against my back and my heart thumps and I feel a bit dizzy with the heat and the steam and this stunning shower chub cub.
“Will you come to my Winnebago and be my fuck daddy tonight?” he asks. His face is round and beautiful and I’m still leaning over and don’t even notice that I’m playing with his tits and pinching his nipples and my cock is hard enough to punch down walls with.
“Yes, Ed,” I say. “I’ll be your fuck daddy.”
“I love it when you call me son,” he says.
I smooth the water falling over his head, petting him like a small furry animal. “Sure, son,” I say, smiling, “It would be my privilege to be your fuck daddy.”
He hums a happy ascent and then his hand pushes against my chest. I fall back gently against the shower wall again and he dives onto my cock. My whole shaft plunges deep into his mouth and throat.
“Aw, boy, yeah,” I say.
He works on my cock, his sweet face bobbing up and down like a sewing machine and I feel the pleasure like electricity in my cock.
“Christ, son,” I say. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
He’s sucking me in earnest now. And I feel my cum begin to rise in spurts from my root. “I’m cumming, son,” I say, but he keeps on pistoning on my cock and I spurt rich thick ropes of cum, spurting again and again deep inside his mouth. He swallows and swallows and the pressure only makes me cum some more.
“Fuck,” I hiss, breathing heavily. He laps at my cock head, taking up every drop. He looks into my eyes with his dark beautiful eyes.
A movement out of the corner of my eye. I turn and see the guy from before. He’s been watching through the crack of my own curtain, but he quickly moves away.
Ah, curiosity…
“Come on, son,” I say, pulling Ed to his feet. “Show your daddy that Winnebago.”
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