I’d describe myself as non-practicing bisexual. I’m not romantically interested in men but good god do I love the idea of dick. Specifically as a bottom – I’ve had a few strikeouts on Grindr when trying to set something up I mentioned I’m not really vers, go figure. For the image, I’m Mediterranean, dark hair, reasonably fit (not jacked but not roly-poly). At the time thks story occurred, I was in better shape, my legs and arms were well-defined and my diet and exercise gave me a more slim, rugged look. I miss that look. Oh, and downstairs, I keep a tidy shop, a little above average, and uncut.
I had that body because I was a long-term traveller. I had an online business that required a few hours of actual work daily and I decided to do it from the road. Digital nomad, if you want to use the over-indulgent term. I had been travelling for about six months at that point and I found myself in a hostel in Salzburg, Austria.
During my travels I had met a few women via Tinder, the hostels, bars, what have you. Some men would flirt but I’m dumb as a brick and don’t often get cues until it’s too late. When I *did* realize it, I would get super horny, and if I didn’t find anyone at the pub or Tinder or whatever, it would only intensify my horniness. I wasn’t really “out” then, so Grindr wasn’t even on my radar in this days. I was simply in a position of “if I’m horny and everyone involved is consenting and down, then I’m game for whatever. Come what may, that’s my thinking.
So one night I was at the bar, chatting with expats and especially flirting with this one Irish girl. I thought, “this is great, I’m scoring tonight.” We’d been necking quite a bit, and at one point she put her hand on the front of my pants, giving me a lingering squeeze. I needed a moment to calm down before we left together, but then out came the Jager bombs. Not long after, she barfed in her own hat, so her friends escorted her back to her hostel (I did meet up again with her later in the month, no barfing involved!) So I closed down the bar, declined to be part of the lock-in, and went back to my hostel.
I got to my room, an 8-bed mixed dorm, at around 3am. There was clearly a couple trying to quietly hook up in a bunk. Normally I’d put my noise cancelling headphones on and crash out, but thinking about the Irish girl, and hearing the movement and muted moans of the couple (and, I’m pretty sure, another guy jerking off to them – this happens a lot), I decided to take a shower and sort myself out.
I stripped in my bunk and wrapped my towel around myself, I hoped out of bed, into my flip flops. I grabbed my toiletry bag and quietly left the room while the couple panted away.
I’m glad I didn’t run into anyone in the hall on the way to the showers because I was so hard I could hang my towel off my cock. I opened the door to the men’s shower room and was relieved when the motion sensor light clicked on. I was alone. I stepped into one of the cubicles and locked the door behind me. I hung my toiletry bag on the door’s hook, and put the towel up over the door so it wouldn’t get wet.
Now, with hostel life, you’re lucky to get a good shower. There’s always some kind of tradeoff. You may get good pressure, but little hot water. Maybe the hot water lasts, but the shower head is like a tap or hose. Maybe the head doesn’t even hang on the wall and you have to hold it. I think hostels do this one to try to prevent masturbation, but it’s a fools errand: so much cum slithers down those drains it’s not even funny. This is one reason why we wear the flip flops. The other is plantar warts.
This hostel’s showers had great pressure and great heat, *but* it had one flaw: you have to press this big button on the wall to activate it. It runs the shower for about 30 seconds, then it cuts out. Then you have to press it again. You can just hold it, but that gets to be a pain, so you end up just running it, and it becomes a game of hitting it just before the time is up. If I have to pick a shower with a deficiency, this is the one I’ll take. I started the shower, the first shock of cold water waking me up and taking my mind off of how horny I was. I did some washing up as it warmed. I stood there, letting the water hit my face while holding the shower on with one hand and gently stroking myself with the other. I’m not sure how long I just did that, letting my mind wander, but suddenly
*Click*
And I was in total darkness. The light in the shower room went out. I guess the sensor was above the door, since no waving or movement within my open-top cubicle succeeded in turning it back on. I figured “oh well,” and turned the shower back on. I managed to turn the neck of the showerhead almost straight down and I held the button down with my back, leaving both of my hands free. I went back to stroking myself, breathing deeply. My cock felt harder than it normally would get, I guess from all the day’s teasing. It strained and felt extra rigid, almost bordering on painful. I was so horny, but I wasn’t going to let myself off so easily. I grazed the head with one hand and played with my balls in the other, everything warm and wet from the comfort of the shower. Even though I was in a fairly flimsy cubicle, I was alone and in complete darkness. I suppressed a moan when I absentmindedly slid the tip of my middle finger into my ass. I squeezed my cock hard while my other hand started to probe around. Everything, plus the fading effect of the night’s drinking felt amazing.
I’ve never had anal proper, nothing beyond having sex with a plug in and my more recent solo times with a dildo I bought (I panic-bought the larger one than what I meant to, and have no regrets). But at the time of this story, I hadn’t been super experimental beyond small things to tease myself. And that’s what I was desperate to do.
I made a decision and slid my finger as far in as I could, and then another. I loosened myself up a bit to get ready for my next plan. I groped around in the dark until I had my toiletry bag, and from it I took my toothbrush in its case out. I put the brush back in the bag, but hung onto the case. It was a long, very slick plastic case, maybe 2″ in diameter. Enough for a toothbrush, anyway. It had an attached, hinged cap on one end. It had a strap like a Wii remote, but by far the best part was that for about half the length of it (from the tip down), it had these bumps the size of Skittles.
I washed the case and got it wet. I leaned back on the stupid button and held the water on, and guiding the case along the length of my shaft, I let the bumps drag over my cock head. I moved further down until the tip of the case found my entrance, and I pushed.
I nearly came right there – which would’ve been great but since I didn’t, this experience later drove me to seek the handsfree orgasm. I’ve been *so* close with the help of my dildo, but I’ll keep trying.
I slid the case in and out, getting more and more used to the object, hitting all those perfect spots thanks to those wonderful bumps. I was huffing as I pumped both my new toy and my throbbing dick, getting ever closer closer to cumming.
I was siding almost the full length of my “toy” faster and faster, lightly moaning through teeth gritted in pleasure…
*Click*
The room flooded with light, temporarily blinding me. I reluctantly but instantly stopped what I was doing as the door to the shower room creaked, and it clicked shut. Over the sound of the shower I heard sandaled feet walking toward the cubicles.
These stalls aren’t exactly private rooms, providing almost as much coverage as you’d find in an average public toilet stall. The gaps from the floor up are just about knee height, and they extend to let’s say 7 feet up. The corners and door have roughly a 1/2″ gap. You’d be right in thinking that’s enough for basic shower modesty, but the real issue was that the walls separating the stalls were made of two panels, with a roughly 2″ gap between them. I don’t know if this was by design to discourage exactly what I was doing, or simply it’s just how it was.
I prayed the new arrival was just in there to brush his teeth so I could get back to abusing myself. I was self-conscious about there being an 8″ long turquoise tube pleasing my prostate hanging out of me. I, under cover of the heavy sound of the water, reluctantly slid it out of my ass. My cock twitched as the bumps teased me and I let out a clipped gasp/moan as it fully came out. I could’ve kicked myself for the noise. I quickly rinsed the tube and threw it in my bag.
After my moan, I panicked as I heard the next sound: the footsteps. There were five stalls, I thought “whoever’s here will pick the furthest one away, that’s just the code.”
I kept pushing the button and started to wash my hair out of pretense. My cock was still stabbing the air in front of me, water sliding down my body, only to fall off my standing length. I kept washing my hair and looked down. Two feet under the wall, in the cubicle next to me. Facing me. My gaze followed the split in the panels up and I met an eye. I was frozen. The eye, the whole head, shifted up and down, nodding, the gaze going back down to my dick, still hard as ever somehow. I don’t know why, but I nodded back. I heard him shut his door. A towel went up over his door, and the water started running. I figured that was invitation enough to look through the slot.
He was doing the same as I had, washing his hair. He was a little shorter than me (I’m 6′) but very fit. Guessing soccer player. He looked Spanish or Portuguese to me, black hair and tan skin. His own cock was not as thick as mine, but as it grew harder I could tell he had me beat in length. I was so wrapped up in how fast this bizarre situation was moving that I lingered too long looking at his package and I snapped out of it when my water stopped. I looked up and he was staring right at me, grinning. He began to stroke himself gently and he grew to fuller attention.
What did I want at that exact moment? To step out of my cubicle, into his, shake his hand hello and suck him until he was ready to fuck my ass into oblivion. That’s what I *wanted*. But for so many reasons, couldn’t have. Reasons mostly being that I hadn’t done that yet, nor had I thought to take condoms to the shower with me, because why would I have?
For the record, I always keep them in my toiletry bag now.
So, we just did what we both apparently came to do: we jerked off, just now for each other. He’d rinsed his hair after the washing charade had dropped and let his water stop too. We both leaned on the opposite walls, facing, only able to see our cocks being pumped for each other. I’ll never forget the sound of hands sliding along hard, hot, wet skin, the heavy breathing from me and this stranger, and the dripping from the shower heads hitting the floor. It was incredibly hot.
He stepped closer to the wall gap and I could see the veins of his cock clearly. He looked almost as backed up as I did. He kept pumping, we both stared at the other’s hard cock. He then surprised me by pressing his dick against the gap. I think he misjudged the space he had, and I was disappointed that he didn’t fit through. I wasn’t prepared to go to his stall for him to ruin me, but if he came into mine, well, the only polite thing to do…
It was my turn to surprise me now; I let go of my own cock and using just my finger tips, for the first time ever, I touched another man’s dick. It was warm, smooth, but rigid. Through this split in the wall, I was able to slide my fingers along this stranger’s length, resting on his tip, feeling the light, sticky precum, rubbing it around. He moaned and pulled away, and started to pump himself again. I chickened out at tasting my finger, but I did start stroking myself again, letting his precum slide along myself, mixing with the residual water.
I was panting now, I needed to cum. Hard. I nodded at my new friend and he could tell I was close. I let go of any modesty and let myself enjoy this incredibly erotic moment to the fullest. I pumped at my cock, openly moaning. I spread my legs further apart and kept pounding away. My partner was doing the same. He stated muttering either “si, si,” or “cim, cim,” which was extremely hot. I was reaching my point of no return and I just asked/stated “okay?” He nodded at me and crouched, while still watching me through the slot. I took his lead and crouched as well, my back resting against the far wall. We could see eachother much more clearly, watching each other glide our hands over our cocks. I moaned and leaned back, with my left hand I slid my middle finger into my ass as far as I could, and that feeling of absolute abandon pushed me over the edge. The wave of pleasure from the orgasm felt like it ran from my perineum, tumbling in my balls, and firing hard and hot, sending ropes of my cum to the wall, under the divider toward my new friend, and a few more into the floor in front of me. I kept going until I was totally spent, the back of my hand glazed with cum. I sighed and idly played with myself, watching him now. He looked even harder than before, and picked up his own pace. I thought “fuck it, he’s I’ll tease him,” and while locking eyes through the split, licked my still-warm cum off my hand. Almost as soon as my mouth closed to swallow, I heard him grunt and he began to shoot. I thought *I* had been backed up, but the distance he got, wow. I was surprised when I felt the first shot of his hot load hit my skin, on my lower shin. If I wasn’t so spent I would’ve been turned right back on to full from that. He pumped more, only the first volley having reached me, the rest hitting the tiles, mixing with my own cum on the floor. We both were panting, totally finished and I was finally feeling the hours and the booze telling me to go to bed.
He gave me a grin and a little thumbs-up, which I returned, laughing. We stood up, finishing off our respective showers. The light went off again but he just finished up and left his stall, the light flickering back on. I was still rinsing nthe cum off myself when I heard the shower room’s door creak open and shut. I was alone again. I got all clean, and did my best to rinse our evidence from the walls and floor. I dried off and stepped into the hall, seeing no one. I think I half-hoped he was going to be there, but I never did see him again. Going back to my room, the couple was presumably finished. I climbed up into my bunk, slid the curtain closed, and went to sleep thinking about the new world I had allowed myself to peek into.
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