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Hitting The Showers
by W2beh (w2beh@yahoo.com)

***

My 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 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 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 
beast 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 animal 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 animal 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 beast 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 
raped 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 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

I welcome and appreciate your comments. If you have any 
more ideas for my wife to put to use, please let us 
know. w2beh@yahoo.com 

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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