Fantasy Lifestyles 2/Fantasy Lifestyles 2.iso/agt/shower.txt

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                                SHOWER TIME

 Several weeks  ago I went  to play Rugby  at a playing  fields near
 Bath. It started  out as an innocent way to  spend a Sunday morning
 but turned out to be something a lot more exciting ...

 The match  did not run particularly  smoothly and the last  thing I
 really felt like doing was having  a shower but the large selection
 of muscular naked male bodies made me re-consider my plans. I don't
 very often play rugby, largely because  I'm not very good at it but
 when I  do decide to play,  it's thoughts of the  shower time which
 invariably cause a  stirring between my legs. I  have to admit that
 up until that  time I had never had sex  with anyone from the Rugby
 team but my luck was in that Sunday morning.

 His name  was Mike and he  had the most wonderful  body you've ever
 seen  - beautifully  tanned with  well-defined stomach  muscles and
 dark hair all  over his body. I had  seen him on the field  for the
 first  time that  day and  even then  his body  was making  me feel
 pretty good.  I noticed that he  was a long time  before he stepped
 into the shower.  It looked as if he was  waiting for the others to
 go and so I waited as well. I don't think he saw me in the changing
 room but I was looking at him. He had a stunning prick, although it
 wasn't up I  could see that it was long  and cut, with the bell-end
 looking enticing.

 I gave him a few moments in the  shower alone and then I removed my
 shorts and playing top and followed him. He looked surprised to see
 me in  the shower but smiled  a big smile, flashing  a set of white
 teeth at me.  For a time I soaped  my back and we talked.  He had a
 soft, warm voice. I complained that  the water was getting cold and
 moved  towards another  shower on  the opposite  side of  him. As I
 passed  his naked  body I  let my  prick gently  touch his  ass. He
 turned  away and  continued soaping  himself. I  watched his  hands
 caressing his body. He suddenly looked back at me with a long, hard
 stare. I did not avoid the glance but returned it.

 Once again he smiled. As he did  so he stretched out his hand as if
 to turn  off his shower but  just as his fingers  touched the metal
 tap he moved his hand over to  me instead. I felt the warm touch of
 his fingers on my chest and moved closer to him.

 `You've got a nice body.' I said, looking down at his prick.

 `Thanks.'  he paused.  `I didn't  expect to  meet anyone  here.' he
 grinned.  `I thought  you were   all big  tough rugby  players with
 strings of admiring females following you everywhere.'

 He moved  his hand down over  my chest and towards  my own prick. I
 felt  it  come  instantly  alive.  `What's  your  name ?' he asked.
 `Matt.' I replied. `Matt Burgess.'

 As if my name were some sort of  key to a lock that he had not been
 able to open until that point, he sank down onto his knees and took
 my prick into  his mouth. He moved his lips  up and down the length
 of me and ran his tongue around the end of my tool.

 He took his mouth away from  my throbbing flesh and began to gently
 masturbate me as his tongue went on an eager rampage - first taking
 my balls into his mouth and then moving his tongue beneath them and
 towards my  hole. He let  his tongue gently  explore my body  for a
 while before moving back up to my balls and then to my prick.

 Before the pleasure became too exquisite I pushed his head away and
 dropped onto my  own knees, feeling the tiny  bullets of water from
 the shower drenching each pore of  my skin. We kissed - his probing
 tongue tasting my teeth.

 We moved into a '69 position and I took his tool into my own mouth,
 tasting  his now  hard prick,  letting my  tongue probe his weapon,
 enjoying  the  faint  taste  of   soap  combined  with  his  sticky
 secretions. I moved  my own tongue around and  underneath his balls
 as he  did the same to  me, gently massaging his  prick at the same
 time. I could suddenly feel him about to shoot his load and I moved
 my mouth  up to his  tool and  took  it into my  mouth, letting him
 ejaculate deep into my throat.

 Before the pleasure of his lips on my own prick became too great, I
 pulled away.

 `I know what you want' he grinned.

 `Oh yes ?'

 With that he ran out of the shower and returned a few seconds later
 armed with the KY jelly. He smeared  it onto my prick and then drew
 himself up onto all fours, encouraging  me to enter him. I eased my
 weapon into him,  paused for a moment so that  he could get used to
 its size and then plunged into  his warm hole. With the water still
 running over  my back I  thrust my  hard  prick in and  out of him,
 quickly approaching my own climax.

 When I had fucked him and released  my juices into his body his own
 prick was  hard again. This time  it was his turn  to bugger me. He
 smeared  the KY  over his  tool and  then made  me lie  on my side,
 slowly easing  his prick into me.  As I felt his  weapon sliding in
 and out of my  hole, his hands began to explore my  body and I felt
 his tongue licking my ear. In no  time at all my own prick was hard
 again and  eager to shoot its  juices once more. He  moved his hand
 down  and began  masturbating me,  thrusting hard  into me and more
 slowly. He  would withdraw almost to  his tip and then  thrust deep
 into my  hole once again.  Suddenly I felt  him shudder against  my
 back. He was almost there. He withdrew and then plunged deep inside
 me, squeezing every drop of spunk from his weapon.

 Before he had  barely had time to recover, he  pulled his prick out
 of me and came around to my own hard tool, taking it into his mouth
 and gently sucking it once again....