UliH

Showers

Two boys wearing shorts and T-shirts walked through a heavy fire door into the corridor. Each was carrying a table-tennis bat, and the smaller of the two was carrying a backpack.

The smaller one said, "Hey I'm gonna get a shower before we go home."

"You're not sweating. Why do you need a shower?"

Jerónimo shrugged. "I just feel like one."

"I'm not gonna."

The trace of a frown crossed Jerónimo's brow.

"Okay, if you don't mind walking home smelling of sweat."

"I'm not sweaty. And we never showered before. What's the big deal now?"

Jerónimo shrugged again.

"I just thought it would be cool to take a shower." Then almost as an embarrassed afterthought he added, "Please come with me."

Now it was Matías's turn to frown. Jerónimo seemed strangely needy, but he was his best friend and any time the boy asked for a favour, Matías went out of his way to grant it.

"Okay, no problem. I don't have a towel though."

"No problem, I can lend you one."

"Okay."

Jerónimo lead the way down the corridor.

"Hey where you going?" Matías asked.

"Showers."

"We just passed the showers."

"That's the boy's showers. I'm going to the men's."

"But we're not men."

"We've got pubes. Nobody will know."

Matías suddenly understood. Not the exact motivation, but the broad outline. Today they were going to take their place with the men, and leave the world of children forever.

They walked another 50 feet [15 m] along the corridor until they reached a door bearing the sign Men's changing.

They paused, Jerónimo turned and looked at Matías. They would be different after today. Jerónimo grinned then pushed the door open. Inside was a 5-foot [1½ m] corridor then another door. An airlock designed to stop non-men from glimpsing the bodies within. There was no such safety system on the boy's locker room. Nobody thought to consider whether they cared about complete privacy.

Jerónimo pushed the second door open and they were immediately hit by a wall of steam. They walked in, and the sound of showers greeted them. The boy's showers were not well used. Most boys didn't seem to care much about personal hygiene nor did they sweat enough to require it. Even among those that were mature enough to sweat, without mothers to remind them, showering was not something they naturally remembered.

Inside the men's locker room, there were three rows of lockers to left; one against the far wall, then between, a pair of them back to back. In front of them was a row of metal benches with slatted varnished wood tops that water could drain through. A rubberised walkway divided the benches from the showers. To the right of them, there were the showers. 20 shower heads in two rows, each protruding from the ceiling with floor studs to activate them. There was a row of temperature controls against the wall, and another against a waist high splash wall that divided the showers from the bench and locker area. There were at least 10 men in the showers and Matías noticed immediately that at least half of them shared a single shower head.

The boys walked to the far end of the benches. Jerónimo looked at Matías and grinned. His expression was a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He kicked off his sneakers, pulled off his T-shirt and dropped his shorts, before removing his socks, piling them on the nearest bench. Then he stood in his red brushed cotton briefs waiting for Matías. Matías shared none of his friend's excitement. He stripped down to his grey briefs and looked at his friend nervously.

"Ready?" Jerónimo asked, gripping the waist band of his briefs. They were not shy around each other, but this was different.

Matías took a deep breath, swallowed and nodded sharply, a game expression on his face. He slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his own soft briefs.

Jerónimo nodded.

"Go."

They dropped their briefs as one, allowing their unremarkable adolescent genitals to bounce free. Matías sniggered nervously.

"Come on then, let's go," his smaller friend said.

Jerónimo always seemed so much more confident, certain of himself in every situation. He was better looking too. Compact body, symmetrical face, great hair. Matías knew that in contrast his face was long, wonky and he had a goofy smile and stupid hair; curly, but not good curly. It sat on the top of his head like it was clinging to him, rather than the beautiful straight waves that hung gracefully from Jerónimo's lovely rounder head.

As always, Matías drew strength from his friend. Jerónimo strode purposefully through a gap in the splash wall, heading for the nearest shower head. Matías followed.

Jerónimo stood beneath the head, dialled the temperature down to its midpoint, then stood on the activation stud. Warm water tumbled down on his shoulders. He allowed it to fall for a few seconds before increasing the temperature a little more.

Matías looked around. The shower adjacent to Jerónimo's was empty. He gestured towards it timidly.

"Should I?"

"No, come share."

Jerónimo moved over so that they could both catch some of the water, then Matías gratefully stepped in next to him. They stood side by side. Jerónimo faced back along the row of showers, hands hanging loosely by his sides, almost as though daring the other men to tell him he had no right to be there. Beneath his slender teen penis hung a plump bag laden with cargo that was already starting to change his body. Above, a neat bush, less than a year old attested to the new activity in his testicles. Matías was almost identically endowed. His teardrop-shaped bag was perhaps a touch heavier and hung a fraction lower, with vertical wrinkles where the orbs within tugged it down. Like his friend, he had a long, puckered foreskin on the end of his droopy penis, like an anteater snout sniffing at the floor. But he was less confident of his right to be among the men. He stood at right angles to his friend, facing towards the back wall.

One of the men approached.

"Boys are you sure you're in the right changing rooms. You know what this is right?"

"Yes, we are. We know what this is!" Jerónimo answered defiantly.

The man smiled.

"Okay then boys. Guys. Enjoy your shower."

He returned to one of the more distant shower heads.

Jerónimo looked at the other men in the showers, glancing furtively down at their groins when he felt they were not looking. They all seemed huge compared to him and Matías. He glanced from one to the next, and they all seemed to have enormous salamis dangling between their legs. He'd only ever seen his 15-year-old brother naked, but now he was quickly beginning to suspect that he'd made a massive misjudgement in thinking his brother was close to the adult norm. Maybe he and Matías didn't belong here?

Then things took a turn for the worse. He noticed two, three, four men unabashedly looking down at HIS groin! And then they'd look him in the face and smile, not unkindly. Without realising it, he started to turn defensively towards Matías.

Matías looked at him.

"You okay Jerry?"

"Everyone's looking at my privates."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Matías slowly turned his body away from the wall, facing towards the main body of the showers at 45degrees so that he could see the other men in the shower, then he furtively glanced in their direction. It seemed like they were all looking at him now. He looked away in a hurry, blushing.

"See what I mean?"

"Yeah."

Matías moved closer to Jerónimo and they stood, shoulders pressed together, facing out towards the rest of the showers at right angles to each other, huddled like two timid Capuchin monkeys sheltering from a sudden downpour.

"What should we do?" he whispered.

"I dunno. They don't seem like they're gonna do anything to us. I guess if they're gonna look at us, we can look at them."

Unknowingly, Jerónimo had revealed his entire reason for coming, and even as he spoke the words, he still did not realise it. He wanted to find out what it would be like to be a man.

"At their willies?"

Jerónimo grinned at his friend. "Their dicks yeah."

Matías gave a sheepish grin at the correction. Jerónimo was always so much cooler than he was.

"Do you think they'll mind?"

"I don't see how they could; they're looking at us."

Jerónimo looked back at the men nearest to them. There were two couples in adjacent showers, and a big muscular man in the shower behind that. Making no effort to hide his intentions now, he allowed his gaze to drift from one man's groin to the next. When he allowed himself to glance at one of their faces directly, the man grinned warmly back at him.

"That one's wil… dick is stiff!" Matías whispered urgently.

"Which… Oh that one. The one with the muscles."

"Yeah."

"He's got a boner."

"A what?"

"A boner. You know, when your dick gets hard."

Matías frowned. "Mine doesn't."

"Seriously? Wow. Mine does. All the time now." As he spoke, he never took his eyes off the muscular man's erect penis. 8 inches [20 cm] of meat swung in front of him like the boom of a sailing ship.

"Now yours is hard," Matías informed him.

Jerónimo looked down at his groin, surprised to see a stiff rod pointing towards his friend. He blushed. His instinct was to hide it, but he felt that if he did that amongst these men, that he would somehow lose something. After all the muscle man was not hiding his. Jerónimo resist the impulse, instead turning his full attention to his friend.

"Why did it do that?" Matías asked.

"I dunno. It just does it sometimes."

"Does it hurt?"

"Nah, not at all. It feels good."

"Really? How?"

"I dunno. It's hard to explain. You feel sort of excited and your heart beats fast, and you get this tingling feeling in your balls."

"Sounds weird."

"Yeah it is."

They stood under the showers in silence for a minute. Jerónimo's foreskin-covered dick was unswervingly straight. Despite his pubic hair, his four-inch [10 cm] erection's thinness betrayed his youth.

"Now those two men are kissing. And those two over there. And the two behind them."

The steam was getting two thick to see far beyond the nearest couple but Jerónimo could just make them out.

"Yeah I can see. Wonder why?"

"Now that one's got a boner, and that one. They're all doing it."

Jerónimo was momentarily distracted by a movement. He looked towards his friend. Matías's penis rose in five quick surges. Then the foreskin slowly peeled back, like an opening Xenomorph egg in the movie Aliens.

Jerónimo grinned broadly at his friend.

"What?"

"Now you've got a boner."

Matías looked down at himself, and was shocked to see a four-and-a-half-inch [11 cm] finger pointing accusingly back at him. He'd never seen it in this condition before. With the skin back. It seemed dirty. He immediately put his hands over himself, blushing furiously. The nearest men all chuckled at his embarrassment.

"Don't do that!" Jerónimo said.

"What?"

"Cover it up. Everybody's laughing at us."

Matías glanced at the men to confirm Jerónimo's assertion. "I don't want them looking at me like this!"

"Don't be a pussy!"

Jerónimo was never mean to him. The rebuke came like a slap on the face. He looked his friend in the eye, hurt.

Jerónimo smiled warmly back at him.

"Sorry Mattie," he said using his affectionate pet name, "I didn't mean it, but you're gonna make us look dumb. No-one else is hiding their boners."

Matías looked around and it was true. Nobody seemed in the least bit bothered about their hard dicks. But then they all had a considerable amount more than him and Jerónimo to show off.

Forcing himself to suppress his deepest instincts, Matías lifted his hands away from his groin, bringing them to his throat as though he was clutching at pearls.

"Don't stand like Matías. You look like you're scared stiff."

"I am scared. And stiff."

He looked down at his penis. The head was all naked and exposed-looking. He looked at Jerónimo's. It was still covered by foreskin.

"Why's mine all raw looking? Yours isn't."

Jerónimo studied his friend's erection, then his own. "I dunno."

He threw his friend's earlier question back at him. "Does it hurt?"

Matías considered the question. He tried to analyse the new feelings between his legs. His dick was straining so hard. But hurt?

"No, not really I guess."

"Then maybe that's just how yours is meant to go?"

Jerónimo looked around at the men before them.

"Most of their dicks look like yours."

Matías looked at the men. His friend was right.

"Why do you think they're all kissing?"

"I dunno," Jerónimo answered. "I guess they like each other. Maybe it feels good."

He paused for a few seconds.

"Wanna try it?"

"Kissing?"

"Yeah."

Matías mulled the proposition over in his mind my five long seconds.

"Okay."

The boys turned to each other and pressed their lips inexpertly together. It was immediately obvious that this was not the best way to proceed. Jerónimo turned and watched how the nearest men were doing it.

"Hold me round the waist," he instructed Matías. "That's it. Now turn your head and open your mouth a bit."

They pressed their mouths together then made a conventional kissing motion as they would when pecking their mothers on the cheek. Their mouths quickly fell apart. Jerónimo could see the sparkle of amusement in Matías's eyes. They turned and watched the nearest men through the thickening steam again then copied more attentively. They opened their mouths but this time, rather than fully pursing, they simply ground their lips together. It felt nice.

As they kissed, Jerónimo instinctively pulled Matías closer and closer. Then their cocks were touching! Both boys moved their groins backwards as though they'd received an electric shock from the other but as their kissing continued, their groins drew closer and closer again, then a touch and back away. On the third time, Matías backed away again, but Jerónimo pulled him back. Their cocks touched an inch below the tips. Matías opened his eyes wide in surprise. Kissing was one thing but rubbing cocks; surely that was gay?

He looked into Jerónimo's eyes and there was a mischievous sparkle. He tried to part their groins again but his friend only pulled him closer. Eventually, he stopped resisting and simply allowed their dicks to touch.

They continued kissing for a couple of minutes, then Matías got a little too animated and the tip of his tongue touched Jerónimo's. His tongue fled back to his mouth like a frightened dormouse. Ever the explorer, Jerónimo followed it with his own tongue, licking at Matías's tongue with surprising intensity. Matías was shocked by his friend's passion, but he didn't move to prevent it. He pushed back, timidly at first but then with growing enthusiasm, they quickly developed an erotic tongue wrestle inside his mouth.

As their tongues slid off each other, Matías was now feeling desperately horny. His cock was straining and he definitely had that feeling in his balls that Jerónimo had talked about. He pulled back on Jerónimo's butt now, and their cocks were no longer simply touching, they were pressed together, trapped between them. Their soft bellies were pressed together. Matías had never felt so close to his friend. They often wrestled, but any skin-on-skin contact was fleeting and devoid of overt sexual sentiment. They were too young to understand that wrestling was their way of enjoying the sensuality of each other's body.

Jerónimo started instinctively grinding his pelvis against his friend. Matías was shocked by the sexiness of his friend's behaviour. True, Jerónimo was always the first to explore new things; the first to take risks, or accept a gross challenge, but this behaviour, this was literally nothing short of amazing to Matías. But also… Well he had to admit he liked it. More than liked it. He loved it. He and Jerónimo were already the closest of best friends but this felt special. He ground his own groin back, and he could feel his friend's mouth forming a semi-smile for a moment.

Matías pulled at Jerónimo's bottom. He'd never considered the shape of his friend's bottom before, but now that his friend's buttocks were in his hands, he was struck by how nice the cheeks were.

They were warm, curved, malleable. His fingers softly sank into the pliable skin.

The two boys kissed for ten minutes that felt like a blissful eternity to Matías. Then Jerónimo stepped back with smile.

"What's up?" Matías asked.

"Nothing. That was awesome, but we have to be home by five."

"Oh."

It was all Matías could do not to frown with disappointment.

"We can come back next week."

Matías smiled wanly. His hard dick was twitching and bouncing between them. He looked down at Jerónimo's dick. It was twitching too.

"Our dicks are still hard."

"Yeah. That'll go away."

"I don't want it to. Well, not when…" Jerónimo frowned.

"What?"

"Not when I'm with you."

Jerónimo gifted Matías a broad sunbeam of a smile. Matías's heart soared at the sight. He smiled back.

"Our dicks are jumping," he said. "It's like they're talking to each other!"

"Yeah."

Jerónimo walked from the shower, using the hand that was still on Matías's butt to steer him out too. Matías sat on the bench and watched as his friend dried off. Matías's penis stood up tall in his lap. For some reason, his breathing only got louder as he watched Jerónimo.

Boink!

Jerónimo swatted at his own hard dick making it bounce up and down. A broad joyful grin unfolded on Matías's face. He looked down at his own penis. It looked back at him undiminished.

Unapologetic for its state of undress.

Jerónimo quickly finished towelling off then handed the towel to Matías. As Matías stood to accept it, Jerónimo batted his penis lightly.

Boink!

Matías doubled up, flinching away, but he laughed raucously, shoving at his friend, their stiff cocks waving between them. Several men looked towards the boys through the thick steam smiling at their youthfully innocent, nascent sexuality.

Matías dried off quickly, then pulled on his briefs and small cotton shorts.

Jerónimo was already pulling on his sneakers. Matías rushed to catch up and they walked out of the changing rooms together. Ridges up the front of their shorts revealed that neither had fully lost his erection.

"Like that?" Jerónimo asked.

Matías smiled shyly dropping his head.

"Yeah."

"Me too. So, wanna come back next week?"

"Yeah definitely."

Jerónimo smiled and draped his arm around his friend's shoulder as they left the sports centre.

The End