Trampoline

The summer after my freshman year of college, I was home for a few weeks before  I moved to another city for my internship (where I met my first male masturbation buddy, as mentioned in this story). I mostly stuck around home, a few miles outside of the small town where I'd grown up, in our little house in the woods. My mom was working days at the hospital and out with her friends most nights, and my sister was working at the state park and out with her friends most nights as well. Even my cousin Jane, probably my closest friend, was away for the summer. After only a week, I was questioning my decision to come home.

That year at school I had started to come to an understanding of my sexuality. I had known for years I liked both boys and girls, having had a crush on both Kenny Raymond and Ginny Lettbridge (a classmate and a girl a few years ahead of us) at the same time, which made for some advanced fantasies to jack off to. I had always just thought of myself as some kind of "queer" for years, not knowing anyone whom I could talk to about it, not even Jane. At school that year, I learned the word bisexual and met some other men like me and had started to not only accept my desires, but also pursue them.

Late one evening in the dorms, I came home from long hours in the computer lab (where I finished my CS 101 homework quickly but then spent hours talking to other bisexuals in the newsgroups). I decided to take a shower before crashing. I figured I would be alone, but there was another stall with the water running. I stepped up to the stall across from that one, noticing that the curtain was not pulled all the way shut. I turned on the water and dropped my towel. I glanced across and saw the taut curve of a beautiful dark-skinned ass cheek. My cock twitched. I kept my own curtain partially open so I could sneak looks over. Didn't take long until my cock was at full hardness, and I stood under the spray stroking it slowly. I knew it might be obvious by my arm pumping if anyone looked into my stall but I liked that idea of being seen.

At some point I glanced across to the other stall, and saw that the young man in that shower was now facing me, his own long, beautiful black penis in his fist as he stroked it. I turned to face him and showed my own thick erection in my fist. He looked me in the eyes and grinned and pumped his cock faster. I sped up with him and watched him stroke, his balls bouncing. My precum started to spatter from my cockhead and I could feel my orgasm coming faster than I wanted. A few more pulls and the cum was spraying from my cock. Seeing my orgasm, the guy in the other shower began to cum as well, ropes of bright, white semen flooding out from his purplish cockhead and a low moan growling from his throat. We both slowed and smiled at each other. He then turned back to his shower and closed his curtain. I did the same and stood there breathless until I heard his shower shut off and his feet slap the tile as he left.

I'd thought about that encounter nearly every day since it happened near the end of the semester. I'd talked about it online with other bisexual men, many of whom told me I should have stepped into that other shower stall. That was too much for me to consider at that time. I did see that young man around the dorm a few times, but he never showed any recognition of me, and we never ran into each other in the showers late at night again. The memory of my cock and then his shooting so much cum replayed every night as I stroked my cock in bed or the shower (usually both).

At home, missing my online friends, I was masturbating daily to memories and some smutty novels my mom had in her "special drawer," plus whatever bisexual porn movies I could rent from the video store in town. The clerk there had gone to high school with me and gave me a knowing nod when I rented Bi Bi Boyfriend 3 with Robocop. If I'd found him at all attractive I might have asked him to come watch with me some night. But I didn't.

I woke up very late one hot, sunny morning with my usual throbbing erection. The house was quiet and empty and too warm. I had watched porn late into the night and edged for hours before finally nutting and falling asleep. I woke up with a porn hangover and a craving for orgasm that would not let my cock stop throbbing. I walked naked from my room into the kitchen, drank some OJ from the fridge, and looked out into the sunny backyard. Our old trampoline, on which my sister and my cousin Jane and I had spent many days as kids bouncing ourselves silly, and many late nights sneaking cigarettes and bottles from Jane's dad's liquor cabinet. 

Without much thought, I stepped outside and walked naked across the backyard, gripping my penis in the sun. I climbed up on the trampoline, which was warm from the sun but not yet blistering hot, like I knew it could get. I knelt on all fours a bit, feeling the sun and light breeze caress my ass and balls. My precum dripped onto the canvas. I rolled onto my back and slowly stroked my cock, staring up into the bright, blue sky. I knew no one could see me, but imagined a neighbor or one of my mom's friends coming up the driveway and seeing me naked and masturbating, and the thought thrilled me. I stroked my cock faster and then imagined my cousin Jane climbing up on the trampoline with me in her little, blue bikini she'd worn the last time we went to the lake. The precum spattered on my fist and I tasted it from my fingers.

Far, far overhead, a jet plane flew westward. We lived in "flyover country" as they called it, so the airplane was so high up I knew no one could see me. But I imagined someone in that plane looking down at just the right moment to see me spread eagle in the center of that trampoline, my thick, stiff penis in my fist, my balls churning with my impending orgasm. The idea of being seen pushed me over the edge, and my cum shot from my cock like a fountain, spattering my thighs and hips and stomach and the trampoline canvas. 

I lay there in the sun with my softening cock in my fist and dozed a bit before heading in. I stayed naked the rest of the day and masturbated in the backyard and on the back porch a couple more times, finally running inside and getting dressed as my mom arrived home from work late in the afternoon.