Hitting The Showers


Hitting The ShowersHitting The Shower- MM,Bi, oral, exhibitionMy wife sends me off on my own for a daring adventure in a public place. I finally meet The Stud, and am required to service him in the locker room shower of the local university. (MM, bi, exh, oral) ***Her instructions were straightforward, and I walked into the dressing room from the outside entrance as directed. The room was empty, but the sounds of people in the adjoining gymnasium echoed off the walls. I stared at the neat rows of benches and lockers, and listened to the loud squeak of rubber-soled shoes on the wooden gym floor. Shouted instructions and the blaring of a whistle mixed with the sound of shoes.Still somewhat confused about her intentions, I walked through the room, making a complete inspection. There were three separate shower rooms attached to the locker room via large open entranceways with no doors. Each tile lined shower room included four square posts from floor to ceiling, spaced equally around the room. There were four showerheads on each post, one on each side. Each shower had its own controls on the face of the post, as well as a small shelf for soap and a hook for rags. Towel hooks lined the walls. Looking around the locker room itself, it appeared about half the lockers were being used. Other than the door to the outside where I had entered, there was an exit leading to the gym. There was no door, and privacy resulted from a right turn in the brief hallway. I could take a few steps down the short hallway and no doubt look direct into the gym, which was clearly full of people, judging from the noise.It was decision time, and just as quick as that thought popped into my head, I realized how silly it was. Never once had I resisted her effectively, and there was no reason to think I was going to start now. With resignation I accepted the simple fact that I was going to follow her instructions and see where they led.She had picked me up at the soccer fields, where I had been playing in a pick-up game. When she dropped me outside the university gym, she had simply smiled and said she would be back in an hour. I was hot and sweaty, and assumed the bag in my hand, that she had given me, held clean, dry clothes. So there was at least some logic to her plan.I’m not stupid, and with her love of having me humiliated by other guys, and the fact that I was sitting in a men’s public locker room and shower at her instruction, it was easy to assume the direction her plan was headed. The details were unknown, but her wanting me naked in a place occupied only by men certainly established a theme. Sighing deeply, I sat on a bench and as instructed began to remove my clothing. I paused to hang the clean things in a deserted locker, then used the bag to collect my shoes and other items. Once naked, I picked up the shampoo and soap she had included and walked to the center shower as directed, grabbing a clean towel off the shelf on the way. As I stepped onto the damp tile, I wondered how she knew there were three shower rooms.The shower posts were arranged as a diamond, so that once you entered the room, you came directly to the first one, with the next two farther into the room and to the left and right. Out of modesty, I chose the station to the left, which was not in a direct line of sight from the locker room, and hung my towel on a hook. It only took the shower a moment to get warm, and I adjusted the temperature and stepped under the spray.I used the shampoo to wash my hair, then started to soap my body down. It had been a long time since I had been in college, and I had not been in a public locker room since. It seemed odd to be standing naked in such a large, open space, and my mind went back to old high school and college phobias, when I used to be terrified of getting a hard-on in such places for fear of being thought of as gay. It was interesting how quickly the old anxieties returned, and I tried to think of non-sexual things like basketball, which was being played in the gym judging by the sounds, now muffled by the shower.It wasn’t long before my shower was complete, and I stood under the spray wondering what to do next. My wife had been clear. Stay in the shower until it was time to come out. The time, she said, would be obvious. I had no idea what to make of her instructions, and I started in on the shampoo again, thinking it best not to just be standing around naked under the public shower.I moved more slowly this time, and had finished the shampoo and was now soaping up my body again. I scrubbed behind my ears, and washed my feet carefully, trying to kill time and figure out what I was supposed to do. My frustration level was growing when I thought I heard someone in the locker room. I tried to be quiet, and then realized how stupid it was to try to become invisible in a public shower. Listening intently, I was certain I now heard movement, and wasn’t totally surprised when a young sweaty guy walked naked into the shower room. He gave me a simple, courteous nod, and went to the post on the opposite wall, hanging his towel on a hook.He selected the showerhead towards the doorway, rather than the one facing the wall as I had done. In this position, he was in profile to me as he began to wash, ignoring me in the simple way that guys do in a public shower. I realized with some alarm that I was totally soaped up and should be nearing the completion of my shower. Without understanding the sign my wife intended to mark my right to exit the room, I was in a small panic wondering how to linger in the shower without seeming inappropriate. The immediate short-term solution was obvious, and I began shampooing my hair for the third time as I hoped this guy would quickly move on.As I washed my hair, I noticed he was doing the same with his eyes closed, his back to the showerhead and his head tilted back, arms high. To my inward horror, I found that I was checking out his youthful form. He was a big, well-developed guy with little to no fat, taller than I and broader in the shoulders. His torso tapered through a flat abdomen to narrow hips. His soft cock was big and hung nestled between large testicles. He was a good-looking guy, and I was shocked to be thinking such thoughts. It had not been very long ago that I would not have noticed at all, and the change was alarming. I could feel a familiar twinge in my own groin, and took a frightened look downward. However, there were fortunately no outward signs of arousal, and I quickly tried to think of other things.’You look different without your panties on.’The sound of his voice stunned me, more so than what he said. I had heard it before. Looking back up, he had turned to face me, and was standing with his hip cocked to one side, hand resting on hipbone as water ran over him. The Stud. I was flabbergasted, and it must have shown because he started laughing.’I think you’re even more shocked than she said you’d be. She’ll like that.’He was talking about my wife, and doing so with familiarity. I suppose that shouldn’t have been a surprise, considering how involved he had been in our personal life in the past months. His blue eyes penetrated right through me as he smiled. I knew his body well, but mostly by the sense of touch, and through a video I had watched many, many times. But it was even more impressive in person, and it was easy to see why my wife was attracted to him. For the thousandth time since that fateful night in the hotel room, I wondered how she had found him, and how she had convinced him to join our sex life.The stark reality of the situation settled in quickly. There was no doubt she had planned this ‘chance’ meeting, and I wondered naively where she intended for it to lead in a public place such as this. There was also no doubt that he was a collaborator in the plan, and he was now staring at me istanbul escort with an air of expectation that should have easily undermined my naiveté. I had sucked this guy’s dick more than once, and he had fucked me, but I had always been blindfolded and bound, and she had been present. I was very uncomfortable as I let the shower wash over me, rinsing most of the soap from my hair.’Come over here.’I didn’t move a muscle, understanding in the back of my mind where this was heading, and not liking it one bit. Her ordering me around was one thing, but this guy doing it without her being present was unsettling.’She told me you’d be hesitant. But she said you would eventually do it.’I almost laughed out loud. She was working me without even being here. But my humorous thoughts were tempered by the obvious implication that my wife and The Stud had held detailed conversations planning this encounter. They were plotting against me, and it could only mean it was expected that I would cooperate and serve, without her present. Every time we headed off in this direction with our sex life, I thought about resisting her. In fact, I typically wanted to resist badly. But I hadn’t offered more than token resistance so far, and I knew I never would. She owned me, and I was her play toy. And on occasion her brand of play meant turning me into a cock-sucking cum-slut. I knew it turned her on, and every time so far, I also knew it ended up turning me on. But I had never imagined a scenario where she owned me so totally that I would service a man in compliance with her wishes without her being directly involved. I had never considered letting another man order me around. He was waiting patiently, letting me decide. She told him I would comply, and he obviously believed her. And why not? She had clearly demonstrated to him on two previous occasions that she had total control over me.I looked nervously around the room, and by doing so unwittingly communicated to him I was thinking about it. He smiled. I had never so much as looked at another guy in public, and I was scared. This was a high-risk setting, and it only took a moment’s thought to understand that was her intent. But even as I considered doing as she wished, I was paralyzed by fear.’Let’s go.’The patience was gone. It was an order, and again I found it offensive for him to tell me what to do. But nonetheless I felt my feet start to move, my body betraying my mind, as I slowly stepped out from the spray and headed across the room. I was vaguely aware that I could feel swelling in my still soft cock, the first stirrings of a hard-on starting to well up within me.It seemed to take forever to cross the room, and I stopped a few feet in front of him. He was smiling, his arms crossed over his muscular chest. I couldn’t hold his gaze, and hung my head down. I realized in retrospect that it was an act of pure submission.’She calls you slut, doesn’t she?’I nodded.’Well slut, we better get on with it. Practice will end soon.’I looked up at that, realizing he meant the practice session in the gym. The locker room would fill with people once practice ended. I swallowed hard, my breath suddenly short. The fear was palpable. He just smiled and moved out from under the spray. Stepping to the post, he turned and put his hands on the tile surface, pushing his ass out.’If I remember right, your tongue has some special talents. Why don’t we start with that slut?’If I were to run, now would be the time. It seemed like the right thing to do. She would probably forgive me. Taking such risks in a public place could land me in serious trouble. I had my job and my family to think about. It was time to get the hell out of here, and quickly. All these thoughts raced through my mind as I stepped over behind The Stud and dropped to my knees on the cold tile.I looked around the room one last time, listening to the sound of the practice session over the hiss of the two showers. The room was steamy, but anyone entering could easily see what was going on. I looked up at The Stud. He was watching me over his shoulder with a knowing smile. Once again he was patiently allowing me to come to terms with the moment, confident of my final decision, of my willingness to be used. And so he should be, I reasoned. In our first encounter, although bound I had resisted violently. But in the end, under the artful manipulation of my wife, my resistance had broken down and I willingly served his needs. I had seen the video of that night many times, and my ultimate pleasure in servicing this young man was undeniable. The second encounter had pretty much the same result, and among other debased acts I had eagerly sucked his come from my wife’s pussy as he watched. So, as I say, his confidence was well founded; a humbling thought as I knelt behind his naked form. My eyes traced down his muscular back and settled on his ass. His narrow hips swelled out into muscled thighs, and I knew my wife would love the view I had before me. He bent further at his mid-section, pressing his ass back towards my face, and the action caused his cheeks to part enough that I could just see his asshole. My tongue had been in his ass on two previous occasions, the only male ass I had ever licked, but this was the first time I had seen it. The sight was more arousing than I would have expected, and my cock swelled as my hands slid up his thighs to caress his firm ass cheeks. All thoughts of escaping the danger of this bold foray into high-risk sex were slipping away, the fear being replaced by a desire totally foreign to me for most of my life.Using my hands, I spread his cheeks and exposed my target; his tightly puckered pink asshole. Leaning in, I extended my tongue and licked all around his opening, my first voluntary oral contact with his body electrifying. His response was predictable as he tried to shift position so my tongue hit his anus, and for a brief moment I enjoyed being in control. Teasing him for a few minutes, I finally dove in, driving my tongue into his tight asshole. He responded immediately, pushing back against my face as I tried to spread him open with my hands. Still very aware of the danger, my mind was actively visualizing what had to be an incredible scene, as I knelt naked in a public shower, licking another guy’s asshole, with dozens of people just a short distance away. My own cock was throbbing by now.Just like the previous times, I licked his tender anus with unexpected relish, enjoying the feeling of my facial cheeks pressed in between his ass cheeks. He bent over even further, giving me total access, and I forced my tongue as deeply up his ass as it would go. I brought my left hand down and cupped his balls. With my right I reached between his legs and found his cock, now hard. I had sucked it before, but never wrapped my hand around it, and the size and strength of his manhood turned me on even more.I was totally into it now, doing the unimaginable by tonguing another man’s asshole, and may not have stopped on my own. But he felt the press of time and abruptly pulled away in the middle of a pleasurable moan. Turning around, he stepped towards me, his hard cock at my face. This was the first cock I had ever sucked, the one that had led me, albeit reluctantly at first, into a new and exciting side of my own sexuality. It had been in my mouth more than once, but I had never seen it. Confirming what I already knew from oral contact, I saw that it was long and thick, proudly sticking straight out from his groin. In it’s stiffened state, the mushroom head was large and purple, and the veins stood out along its length. His pubic hair was light brown, matching the blonde hair on his head, and his testicles hung heavily, the left one slightly lower than the right. Bringing avcılar escort my hands up to his hips, I pulled him forward slightly and paid homage to his magnificent prick with my tongue, licking up one side and down the other, then all around the swollen head.’Better hurry, slut.’His warning reminded me where we were, but it wasn’t stated with any particular level of alarm. It seemed he was less worried about being caught than I was, but then he wasn’t the one kneeling on the floor of a public shower licking another guy’s hard cock. I looked up and made eye contact, then held it as I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of his manhood as I could. On the two previous occasions I had serviced The Stud, I had been bound and blindfolded, forced by my wife to suck his cock. Even though I was here under her direction, following a plan she had laid out, I was alone, and not bound or forced in any way. I was a willing participant, blatantly offering my mouth for his use as I stared him in the eye. He moaned as I closed around his hard cock, the warmth of it filling my mouth. Slowly I let it slide back out between my lips, then sucked it back in to the back of my throat. I did this over and over, picking up speed and applying greater suction as I went. My lips were drawn tight around his thick manhood, and each time he slid to the back of my mouth, I felt totally full. I could hear my own breathing through my nose as I refused to let this b**st out of my mouth, working the length and applying suction continuously.The last time I had sucked The Stud’s cock, it had tasted of my wife’s pussy. Now, in the showers, it was clean, hot flesh. I was thoroughly enjoying the feel of it in my mouth, and the thought of being used in a public place was now adding to the thrill. But as I reached to cup his balls, he suddenly pulled out and stepped back. The feeling of loss was real, and I looked up to see if something was wrong. He just turned and walked away, stopping at the first shower post near the entrance. He turned on the shower facing the locker room and adjusted the temperature. Looking back my way, he ordered, ‘Come over here, slut. Crawl.’My hesitation was only momentary as I admired him standing there, the water pouring over his muscular body, his awesome cock standing at attention. The rational part of my mind was disturbed that I could find a naked man so arousing, but it was over-powered by a pure a****l lust that dominated my feelings. I almost stood, but then his words sank in. Back down on my knees, I placed my hands on the floor and started crawling across the tile towards him. Humiliation had become an aphrodisiac for me, a fact my wife had learned and was exploiting well, and apparently sharing with others. It was intensely humiliating, crawling naked across the floor of a public shower at the order of another man, but I wanted to please him, deeply desiring that cock back in my mouth. Accepting the situation, I put my ass up high as I crawled, swaying it back and forth, sending him a not so subtle message that I was his slut toy to do with as he pleased.As I came around the post to kneel before The Stud again, I was suddenly scared. From this location, I could see out of the shower, straight across the locker room, and down the short hall to the exit to the gymnasium. The squeal of sneakers and the shrill whistles were still going strong, as the workout in the gym continued. I knew there was no door, and all someone had to do was take one step from the gym into the short hall and I would be visible kneeling before this hard cock. There was no cover at all; I was totally exposed.My heart sank as I heard him speak. ‘Feeling some urgency now slut? You better hurry or you may end up sucking off the whole team.’———————————————————————————————————————————————————-Before I could respond, he grabbed my head and brought his cock and my lips back together. My mind was still focused on the danger of the high-risk situation I had allowed myself to be drawn into as his hard cock sank deep into my mouth. He started a steady pumping action, and after a few minutes the a****l lust was starting to take charge once again. My thoughts were back to the task at hand, servicing The Stud, blocking out the open doorway. I was alert enough to be amazed that the feel of his cock in my mouth so easily over-powered the fear of being caught. Here I was, totally naked, my own cock swollen to the point of bursting, kneeling in a public shower, before an open doorway, with a large group of unknown people literally a step away from spotting me, eagerly servicing another guy with a willing mouth. Was I prepared to suck off other guys if I got caught? It was hard to say, but I knew I wanted to finish this one off.At my wife’s request, and under her supervision, I had recently been to bed with another guy, an old friend who confessed to her he had always fantasized about one on one sex with another man. It was the morning after a poker game, which had turned into an orgy, with me as the centerpiece. Starting out with him reluctantly, as I usually do when she places demands on me, I had been amazed at how passionate and intense an experience it turned out to be. In the end I enjoyed it immensely, particularly since it was the only time in my life that another guy had sucked my own cock. But as much as I enjoyed the experience, it didn’t compare to the feeling of simply being used by another guy, one who saw me as a tool for pleasure, taking advantage of me with no regard for my own comfort or pleasure. In short, what turned me on about sex with another guy, what my wife had learned and manipulated so skillfully, was being humiliated and used.The Stud, having participated in my first two male-on-male encounters, and being apparently a confidante of my wife, was most certainly aware of this, and he put it to practice. Taking a firm grip on either side of my head, his fingers woven through my hair, palms pressed over my ears, he started a relentless fucking of my face. He drove his b**st of a cock in and out of my mouth, picking up speed as he plunged deeper and deeper, with no regard for my comfort level. On each back stroke he almost came clear of my lips, then he’d drive inward, his big cock probing the depths as I desperately fought off a gag reflex. I could no longer hear due to his hands covering my ears, and I could only look forward at his abdomen moving back and forth, my peripheral vision cut off by the location of his arms. The entire team could be pouring into the locker room right now, and I wouldn’t know it.To combat the panic welling up inside me, I forced myself to relax, hanging limply between his hands as he ****d my mouth. Tears leaked from my eyes as I gagged on his big cock, but he kept the pace going. I could tell he was breathing hard from the exertion, but he wasn’t slowing. This was how I liked it. This is what turned me on. Complete humiliation and abuse at the hands of another guy. As I closed my right hand around my rigid cock, he added the verbal element that I love so much.Cupping his hands away from my ears, I heard his labored speech. ‘Not a bad deal. To get her delicious pussy, all I have to do is force you to give me a blowjob.’I opened my eyes wide. He chuckled as he continued to pummel my mouth. ‘That’s right. She offered me pussy if I would make her wimpy husband suck my dick. I come in you, and then I get to come in her. I’m starting to like this set-up.’He shoved his cock as deep as he could, and I tried to pull back, gagging as my nose pressed into his pubic hair. He maintained his grip, allowing me no relief for a brief moment, then slid back out, letting off the pressure. ‘She şirinevler escort expects me to fuck you again, too.’The fear was back. Sucking his cock in this place was daring enough. Taking his cock in my ass, in a public shower, with people nearby, was going too far. My concern must have shown on my face because he just laughed. ‘It was a good fuck. I’m definitely going to enjoy doing it again.’ He let that hang a minute, then added, ‘But that’s for another time, slut.’The relief I felt was humorous, when you consider how hard I was pumping my own cock. I thought he was talking about fucking me in the ass in this public place, and frightened at the prospect, while at the same time I was masturbating like a wild man. My body and my mind were not on the same wavelength. I wondered how long he could last in my mouth as he changed subjects. ‘Did you like letting her suck my cock?’I turned my eyes upwards and tried to nod as he stroked his cock in and out of my mouth. ‘She’s better at it than you are.’It was surprising how disappointed I was to hear that. ‘But with her I have to be careful. I have to be nice. I can’t use her like I use you.’ I tried to look up at him and nod, and applied more suction. Anything to let him know my mouth was there to be used, willing to serve him.His hands clamped back down over my ears, and he threw his head back, clearly enjoying the feeling of my mouth on his hard cock. The talking was done, and he was concentrating on getting off. I pulled my hand from my own cock, and with both hands I made a trail up his legs to his balls, caressing them gently between my fingers. My right hand drifted back to his ass, and then came back forward, my index finger trailing along his crack. When it passed over his asshole, he jumped with pleasure. Thinking back to something I had seen earlier I as crawled over to him, I dropped my right hand and started blindly feeling around on the floor. It took a moment, but I finally found my goal, a bar of soap that had been dropped. Taking it in my right hand, I spun it until I had a good lather. Then dropping the bar, my hand came back to his ass as it pumped back and forth to the rhythm of his cock in my mouth, and I began rubbing the slippery soap all around his anus. Body language made it clear he liked the feeling.Bringing my index finger to his asshole, I pressed gently inward, testing his reaction. When he made no move to stop me, I slipped my soap-covered finger past his sphincter and deep into his ass. I had done this to numerous girls, and to myself, but having my finger deep in another guy’s ass for the first time was a deliciously naughty feeling. He pushed his cock hard into my mouth and held it there as I felt his anus contract on my finger over and over. He was hot inside, and felt silky smooth, and with a slow motion I started sliding my finger in and out of him. At the same time, I started sliding my mouth back and forth on his cock, as he remained stationary. My left hand continued to work his balls. It was an incredible feeling, and I realized that I had totally forgotten our location and how dangerously exposed I was.He liked my finger up his ass, and for the second time I felt as if I were in control. But it didn’t last long. His reaction to having a finger shoved up his ass in the middle of a blowjob was no different than my own, when my wife did the same to me. His arousal peaked and he was quickly on the verge of orgasm. Once again he grabbed my head and started pounding his cock into my mouth. I sank my finger as deep in his ass as I could and held it there, following the motion of his body with my hand. I could feel him tense up, then felt his sphincter clamp down hard on my finger, as he shoved his cock into my throat and come erupted from the end of it. I could feel the pulsations of his orgasm on my finger in his ass, as he pumped come down my throat. Then he pulled out and sprayed the last of his come on my face and chest. I took it willingly, offering no resistance.He roughly pushed his cock back into my mouth, reaching back with his right hand to grab my wrist and pull my finger from his ass. He seemed almost angry as he jammed his softening cock in and out of my mouth, and I concluded that he was unhappy I had found a weakness, a chink in his armor. I dropped my hands to my own crotch and sucked his cock gently, knowing a once engorged cock can be quite sensitive immediately after orgasm. I could feel his come on my face as I pulled off his cock and licked at his balls.Finally he stepped away and walked to his original showerhead, rinsing off. I stayed where I was, on my knees, until I realized once again how vulnerable a spot I was in. Rising to my feet, I walked quickly back to my original shower, my cock still hard. I was feeling concern about his angry reaction to coming in my mouth. I truly liked servicing this stud, and I didn’t want him upset with me.He turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and headed my way, his semi-hard cock swinging between his legs. I stared openly, not caring that the hunger was as obvious on my face as his come, remembering how good it felt to have him spewing into my throat. I looked up when he spoke.’She said don’t come out until you get off.’With that he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out of the shower room. I was startled by his comment, realizing the whistles and the shoe noises had stopped, replaced by a single strong voice. I couldn’t make out the words, but I imagined a coach wrapping up practice with a pep talk, and I knew time was very short.Wrapping a hand around my cock, I started stroking, realizing I needed some way to get rid of this hard-on anyway. My own large cock felt good in my hand, and with my back to the doorway, hot water pouring over it, I felt my knees go weak and bend slightly. My left hand came up and rubbed The Stud’s come into my face and my chest, and then started pinching my right nipple. My eyes closed. I was totally naked, jerking off in a public shower, when I heard the definite sounds of people entering the locker room, laughing and cutting up as they do when a hard practice comes to en end. I resisted the overwhelming urge to open my eyes, committing to finish the task regardless of the consequences.In the end I was so turned on that I came easily, shooting string after string of come across the tile floor. My knees had bent and my pelvis was pushed forward lewdly as I stroked the come from my cock, and I knew I must be quite a sight. As soon as I dropped the last of my come on the floor, my eyes popped open in panic, the realization of my actions hitting home. I turned and looked towards the doorway, and to my great relief saw that no one had entered the room, and that the line of sight from the locker room was such that I was not easily seen. Quickly shutting off the water, I grabbed my towel and wrapped it tightly around my waist so that it held down my still semi-hard cock.As I reached the doorway, a group of guys came through, heading into the shower. My head was down and as I looked up, my eyes passed over three cocks. The guys were naked, and I never made eye contact as I passed them, embarrassed. I knew I needed to dress and leave quickly. The locker room was full, and as I snaked my way through the crowd to the locker I had chosen, I couldn’t escape the thought that they all somehow knew what I had been doing. Many of them looked at me with curiosity. I was a stranger to this locker room, which piqued their interest, but the guilt I felt led me to wonder if they stared because they knew I had just finished sucking a dick. When I reached my locker, I was nervous about dropping my towel for fear my still engorged cock would be obvious. But in the end, I just let it fall and dressed quickly, not looking around. I exited through the outside door, and turned towards the parking lot. My wife was waiting in the car, The Stud leaning in the window, talking to her. Embarrassment and humiliation enveloped me as I approached the car, not wanting to face my wife, even though she had set things up. But she just smiled as The Stud turned and walked away, and I climbed in the passenger’s seat.’Have fun, slut?’END