Everyone is over the age of 18
Thank you for all the love on Part 1 (I caught my friend spraying cum in public)! Enjoy, and if it made you hard…you know I love to know it.
I hate swimming. I have always hated the whole process. From adjusting to the cold water to having to tear off wet swim shorts in the locker room, I just find it so cumbersome. Yet, that’s what I suggested as an activity to do with my friend Wyatt.
After accidentally catching him jerking off in a public bathroom stall, I can’t get my mind off it. I've already rubbed out 5 loads since then while fantasizing about his pale cheeks clenching as he unloaded shot after shot in the toilet.
Splat!
Thinking about the sound of his thick cum hitting the water is enough to make me start boning up again.
Besides his ass cheeks and knowing that Wyatt is super tall and skinny, I haven't seen much else of his body because he's always wearing long sleeves and long pants.
And I definitely want to know what this lanky boy is packing. What better activity than swimming? He looked surprised when I asked him to go, and I thought for sure he was going to be suspicious and say no. So it was even more exciting when he agreed, and I knew I was going to see everything I wanted.
I admit when I have a plan, I go all out. I specifically picked an older swimming pool, because all the other ones in the city have been renovated to have individual shower stalls. This was the last one left with communal showers. I know because this is the same facility I took lessons at when I was younger.
“So, why swimming?” Wyatt asks me as he puts his bag down in the locker room that stinks of chlorine.
“Why not?” I put my things away too, looking through my peripheral vision to make sure I don't miss the undressing reveal.
Wyatt takes off his hoodie and his shirt underneath, revealing his slim and pale frame, with just a small patch of hair in the middle of his chest. I didn't look quick enough to check out his pits as I felt the need to take off my clothes too to make it less awkward. I hate this part, but I have to give some to win some. He pulls down his pants and I see that he already has his swim shorts underneath. His pale legs are surprisingly hairy from the knee down and his feet are larger than I anticipated as well.
“Ready?” Wyatt puts his swim goggles on, which flattens the side of his hair awkwardly and makes him look like an enormous dork. Without his shirt on, his arms look even longer and his torso looks like it goes on forever. A very thin treasure trail pokes through just above his swim shorts laces.
“MmHmm,” I nod and we head to the pool with bare feet. The wet tiles are unpleasant, but I didn't come here to swim.
After about an hour in the pool (I know, because I couldn’t stop watching the clock), Wyatt signals for us to go. Absolutely drenched when we push our way out of the pool, he loosens his long and wet hair on the way to the showers.
“That was more fun than I expected,” he says. The patch of hair in the middle of his chest is darker when wet. As a skinny guy, all his abs on his long torso are obvious, especially with the water droplets outlining each one.
We get to the communal shower and I'm relieved that we're alone. Out of the wall of 5 shower heads, he chooses the second to the left, and I choose two to the right of him. We shampoo our hair in silence, and I wonder if he's gonna take off his shorts.
Please do it. Please take them off. Please.
I beg inside my head, hoping the universe will hear my pleas.
“I gotta piss,” Wyatt groans with bubbles in his hair. “I should've done it in the pool.”
“Gross,” I rinse my curly hair out. “But serves you right for drinking so much water in the car.”
“I don't want to walk in a nasty public toilet with wet feet,” he groans.
Yeah you do other stuff in there.
“Do you mind?”
“Why would I?” I had hoped the hot shower water would help keep my boner down but it wasn't working. I know I’m about to see his cock for the first time and my body can’t contain its excitement.
Wyatt starts to peel down his wet swim shorts, obviously struggling under the running shower head. I take a glimpse quickly and see his brown bush and the curve of his ass cheeks as he pulls down the shorts painfully slowly.
“Goddamnit,” he curses he bends to take them off his feet, almost hitting his head on the wall tiles. When he straightens up, I see his cock in full view.
So it is long and skinny, just like the rest of him. The uncut head swings a bit as he stands up straight.
The yellow stream shooting at the wall is quickly absorbed by the running water. The sight of his posture relaxing as he empties his bladder is oddly erotic, although I've never been a fan of waterworks before. After he finishes pissing, he finishes his shower and walks off first with his balled up wet shorts in one hand.
Waiting a couple moments for him to leave, I turn off the water and look down. With wet shorts, it was impossible to hide my raging boner that tents the wet fabric. I wait for my boner to calm down before I make my way to the lockers.
There, Wyatt had already dried his hair, which was pushed back off his face. He has his green towel around his waist, and is putting on stick deodorant when I sit down next to him.
“Where we going after?” He looks at me with the arm closest to me lifted up to apply his deodorant.
His pit has a long strip of dark hair and I watch him run the white stick over them.
“You want to use it?” He looks at me in confusion and holds it out to me.
I shake my head quickly. “No, I have my own. We can hang out at my place after if you want.”
“Sure, I'm just gonna go piss again before we get in the car. Too much water,” he slides on some socks and his shoes over his big feet. “I look crazy, don't I?”
Sneakers while just wearing a towel? “You look like a dork.”
“Says the grown man with the pineapple patterned towel.”
I watch him walk to the toilets, and hear a stall door close and lock.
There's no way he needs to piss again so soon.
I dry myself off quickly and wrap my towel around my waist. Tip toeing with my bare feet to where the toilets are, I'm incredibly disappointed when I see there's no crack in between the door and the frame like last time. I had started to believe maybe he wanted me to watch him, and that maybe last time was no coincidence.
Swoosh!
The sound of the towel hitting the door startles me. I watch as his long fingers hang and spread his green towel over the bathroom stall door.
Then unmistakably, I hear the sound of spitting. My cock springs right back to a full boner. Hearing some other people come into the locker room, I quickly get into the next stall and lock it.
With my heart pounding and my cock throbbing, I take off my towel and hang it on the door just like Wyatt did.
My cock is leaking enough, and I'm grateful I don't have to make any spitting noise. I stroke myself, knowing that Wyatt is probably rubbing himself off just on the other side of the wall.
It was when he spread his stance further that everything was confirmed. With his long legs, his shoe is visible through the gap between the floor and the stall wall. He's facing towards the toilet, and there's no pissing happening.
Leaning my face against the wall, I can hear him breathing heavily. I stroke myself rapidly while facing his direction, listening for any clues that he might be finished soon.
A sharp exhale from his side told me everything I needed. Then, the sounds of my fantasy come.
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
I keep myself on the edge, knowing that the best is yet to come.
And I was right.
Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!
The jets were shooting forcefully into the water, and the sound of them landing take me over the edge. I hold my breath and clench my jaw as I spray on the stall wall, painting the carved initials and random drawings with my white goo.
Still trying to not make any noise, I watch my cum drip down the wall, and I wonder if I should risk pulling toilet paper to clean it up. It might make too much noise.
“Goddamnit,” I hear Wyatt mutter as he pulls toilet paper. I hear the toilet seat clink as he wipes his cum off the seat. He must have had an explosive cumshot if there was so much on the seat if so much of it hit the water. He pulls the paper and wipes the seat at least 3 more times before he stops.
I watch my cum drip to the floor in a stringy goo fashion. Right next to his shoe.
The toilet flushes from his stall and I hear the shuffling of the towel again as he puts it back on. When the stall door unlocks and he leaves, I let out the breath I've been holding.
His footsteps, amplified by his shoes on bathroom tiles, stop outside the stall. I freeze again, as I look up at my pineapple patterned towel hanging from the stall door.