Are You Coming?

If you were on the swim team in the 80's, you wore speedo shorts. All the boys did. We didn't have those speedo's that went down to your knees. The speedo of that day was skimpy, barely covering your genitals and butt. They left little to the imagination. There was a new kid, Chris, also a senior and 18, whose family had just moved to our town and he joined the swim team. I don't know if it was a crush or what, but I found his body very attractive and I would sneak peeks at him around the pool and especially in the shower if I could get a glimpse. He was about the same size as me, 5'11" and a slim 160 pounds. He was muscular with well defined biceps and pecs with six pack abs. He had dark hair with some sparse growth on his sternum and hairy underarms. (In those days, boys didn't shave these areas or pubes either) He looked a lot like me except my hair was blond. I think that was part of the attraction.

One day the coach was leaving and said "I think you are the last one here. Turn off the lights when you leave." I went to my locker to put my things in and when I turned around, there he was. Chris was standing four feed from me, looking at me intently. Our eyes locked. He said "I've seen you taking a look at me around the pool and in the shower." Shit! I was busted. Was he going to beat my ass or just tell the other boys I was a "fag." My mouth was open, but I couldn't speak. My heart was racing. Then he smiled at me and with both hands pushed his speedo's down to his ankles, stood back up and kicked them aside. I tried to maintain eye contact, not daring to risk a look down. I could see his dick in my periphery, just hanging there. His dick was about the same size as mine with darker pubic hair. He said "I'm going to hit the shower." He turned to walk toward the showers. I couldn't move. He looked back over his shoulder and said "are you coming?"

The showers in those days were a big room with 20 shower heads. There were no partitions. Privacy hadn't been invented yet and modesty was a luxury few boys could afford. I dropped my speedo's and followed Chris into the shower room. He went to the back corner and turned on two side by side  showers and got under one and turned toward me. It was clearly an invitation. I got under the other shower and we faced each other. Chris shampooed his hair, giving me a chance to more closely inspect his genitals while he had his eyes closed. His dick was about the same length as mine and a little thicker and he had big balls with hair on them, just like mine. Chris rinsed his hair and then he soaped up his hands and put them on my chest, rubbing my nipples with his slippery fingers, working his way down to my stomach. I did the same to him, feeling his muscular chest with my hands. Then Chris pulled us together, our soapy chests touching, our naked dicks bumping in to each other. I could feel his boner on my leg. I felt his soapy hand caress my balls and move up to my now stiff dick. He massaged it up and down, the soapy lube feeling like heaven. I grabbed him and pushed our dicks together, both boners sticking straight up. I put my hand around both and stroked gently up and down. He was still smiling, and he was moving his hips, clearly enjoying what I was doing. He said, "man, I'm getting close, let me take over."  He pulled away slightly and stroked his dick with one hand and mine with the other. Both our knees started to bend and I put both hands on his shoulders, just for support. Chris' face contorted and he groaned softly as he shot 4 or 5 ropes of cum, most hitting my chest and running down over my pubes and balls. I returned fire, groaning and splattering Chris' chest with my hot cum.

We washed each other off and stood under the water talking while we waited for our boners to go down. Chris said "this stays between us, understand?" I shook his hand and promised it would. We became really good friends after that, often hanging out together after school. We each had girls we would go out with, but we would still enjoy a mutual jerk session whenever we got some time alone together. We both went off to college the next year and I have never seen Chris again. I often think of that steamy shower together when we first met and it always gives me a smile and a tingle in my balls.