Gay Erotic Stories

I had been swimming and sunning at the pool on an army base where I was once stationed. I decided to call it a day, and headed for the locker room, passing through the shower room on the way. It was just a big concrete block rectangular room with a half wall down the center and shower heads spaced around the outer wall. There was only one other guy in the showers and he looked well built, with muscular shoulders and a very nicely rounded butt. I went to a shower head about 12 feet away from him....close enough to observe but far enough to not look obvious. He was still facing away from me, and just soaping up and rinsing as anyone would do in the shower. I tried to glance at him as often as I could while I too washed up. After only a few minutes it began to look like he was spending an unusually long time lathering his crotch area, so I tried soaping myself rather heavily down there too. He had shifted slightly so that I was beginning to get a bit of profile, catching a fantastic chest outline, and a nice profile shot of that beautiful butt, plus a view of his hand "washing" his cock and balls. I was also in profile to him, and caught a couple sideways glanced in my direction. I soaped up my chest, letting the suds linger there. I lathered up my ass next, again without rinsing it off. Then I started washing my rising dick and my balls, at about the same stroking speed as he was using. He quickly realized there was no longer any reason to hide, so he faced me directly and began to pick up the pace. As he stroked faster, so did I, and we stood there, only a few feet apart, each jerking his own hot rod and watching the other do the same. He had a gorgeous body overall, with a nice thick 7 inches, straight as an arrow. My own 7" was bobbing and throbbing more with each stroke. I wanted to get my hands on his cock and his ass and all over him, but he didn't move any closer, so I held off. After what seemed like and hour but must have been only several minutes, he leaned back slightly and moaned softly, picking up the speed of his strokes up and down the full length of that fantastic dick. Suddenly, he straightened and with a toss of his head shot a huge load of hot white juice onto the floor about 3 feet in front of him. And then he came again, and then a third shot, with all the same force as the first. The very sight of him getting off put me over the edge and I too threw a big load on the floor between us, and I also came twice more, but not with the power or volume that he had. We both finished showering, relaxing and unwinding in the warm water spray. We dressed in different parts of the locker room, and left separately. I never saw him again--but after more than 30 years, it still warms me to recall it, and it still gets me hard to retell it.