My First Touch of Another Man: Shower Steam and Shaking Hands
The locker room shower hummed with hot water blasting tiles. Steam clouded everything after our squash game. Julien and I, alone now, the other guys gone. My heart hammered like a drum in my chest. We’d been flirting with words all morning—his body pressed against mine during lessons, that knowing smile. Fear twisted in my gut, but my cock twitched at the thought. No turning back. The air thick, heavy with unspoken want.
I soaped up, eyes darting. Julien stood under his spray, water carving rivers down his muscled chest, dark skin glistening. Broad shoulders, thick thighs. He caught me staring. ‘You okay, Romain?’ His voice low, teasing. I nodded, throat dry. Pulse racing faster. He stepped closer, casual. Talked about their swinger nights, wild stories. My dick hardened instantly, betraying me. His too—rising thick, veined, uncut. Eyes locked. Breath shallow. The pull was magnetic, scary as hell.
The Approach
Sweat mixed with water, not from the game. My hands shook. He didn’t push, just waited. That pause stretched eternal. Desire won. I reached out, fingers trembling, brushing his hip first. Electric jolt. Skin hot, smooth. He inhaled sharp. No words. Just the roar of water drowning our gasps.
Fingers grazed his shaft. Hard as steel, pulsing under my touch. First time feeling another man’s cock—velvety skin sliding over iron. Mine throbbed in response. He gripped me back, firm, knowing strokes. Slow at first, testing. My knees buckled. Heart exploding, breaths ragged. Maladroit fumbles turned bold. Thumb circling his slick head, pre-cum mixing with soap. His hand pumped me, rougher now. Tension coiled tight in my balls.
The Instant
Explosion hit like a freight train. I groaned, spurting ropes onto the tiles. He followed, grunting deep, cum jetting hot. Bodies pressed, shaking. We rinsed off in silence, dazed grins. Dressed quick, avoiding eyes but buzzing electric.
Back home, ambiguities piled on. Squash banter with Véro, her body flashing under short skirt. Fall on her, hard-on grinding accidental. Her words: ‘What do you know of my desires?’ Heat rising. Julien’s proposal later: swap wives, blunt. Panic spiked, but arousal too. Phone call with Caroline—her shower confession with Véro mirroring mine. Mutual release. No shame, just hunger.
That shower scarred me sweet. Innocence cracked wide. New horizons beckoned: bi urges, couple swaps, endless thrills. Nervous boy gone. Man awakened, craving more. Heart still races remembering.
