The Oasis E4 | Even the showers have special rules at camp

Everyone is over the age of 18

Continued directly after the last story 

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Surreal. 

What else can I say about what just happened? 

The metallic floor is littered with puddles of cum. The guys walked through it as they headed to the door, tracking the goo to every inch of the room. 

There's cum dripping down my leg. Someone came behind me, and now it's rolling down from my butt cheek down my thigh. 

“Shit,” I muttered to myself. The empty Sphere room is eerie when it's quiet like this. I took a step forward and immediately stepped on some translucent slime. 

No point trying to avoid it. I walk through, feeling the different consistencies on the sole of my feet as I make my way to the exit. 

Who's going to clean this? 

Outside, the guys chat with each other. The sun has come up and I have to say it feels rather nice on my skin. 

“What do we do now?” I walk up to Chris. He's the definition of a grower. Soft after an orgasm, his cock is almost completely enshrouded by his unruly pubes. 

Chris looks at the cum drooling off my cock tip, then smiles at me. “We get cleaned up.” 

“You mean we have to clean the Sphere room? It's absolutely destroyed.” 

“A real carnage, wasn't it?” He grips my shoulder and squeezes. “We always cum the most when someone new joins us.” 

“Newbies clean it.” Another guy chimes in.

“Oh … yeah, I can do it,” I say in a fluster. Was I supposed to before I left? 

“Stop teasing him. Barry here is going to think it's real.” Chris squeezes my shoulder again. “The women will come by when we’re in the showers. It's their duty to familiarize themselves with the male serum.” 

“The male serum?” I ask. I mean, I heard what he said but it just doesn't sound right. 

“Let's go.” Chris turns and starts walking. We move as a herd and walk for about 15 minutes. We arrive at another facility that has a large sign on the outside. 

“Oasis showers. Do not use without your group”

We file in and I raise my eyebrows. For all the weird architecture that I've seen this week, this is a classic communal shower situation. There are about 10 poles scattered around the tiled room, each one with 4 shower spouts. 

The cum on my legs had dried during our walk, and I am starting to feel the way it caked on my skin as I moved, so I am glad to have an opportunity to rinse it off. 

“You're going to want to be with someone you know,” William says and I nod eagerly. I've never showered in the presence of others since my swimming lessons a long time ago. Even then, I didn't take my swimming trunks off.

I have to say, being naked all the time has made the awkwardness fade quickly. We were all naked, all the time. It’s oddly liberating. I suppose that's why nudist communities are a thing. 

Wait, am I in a nudist colony? 

I watch William and Chris work the lever on the shower pole to figure out how to turn it on.

Holy fuck, that's cold! 

“It warms up,” William shivers. Chris embraces the cold water, closing his eyes and standing directly under it. 

Nudist colonies don't cum all over each other, do they? 

The water does warm up a little eventually and I get comfortable enough to dunk my head under the stream. The last two days wash off me and I emerge to find the shampoo. 

“Wait. You can’t do it yourself.” 

“What do you mean?” I pump the white shampoo into my hand. 

“Oasis rules,” William says. I don't know if the cold water is making him flex or something, but his athletic body looks incredibly shredded. “You do me and I do you.” Chris and another blond guy with short hair turn to each other. They lather up their hands and reach up to shampoo each other. 

“At least I didn't get Chris,” I say timidly. His long hair looks difficult to manage. William smiles at me and slowly reaches his bubbles-covered hands towards the side of my head. 

“They don't always tell us why we do the things we do here at Oasis.” 

That feels good. 

His hands massage the shampoo into both sides of my head in perfect sync. I resist the urge to close my eyes because I thought that would be weird. I haven't had someone wash my hair in forever.

“But I think this part is one of my favourites.”

His hands reach behind to the back of my head. I relax into his thumbs massaging where my skull meets my neck. 

“We are told to be so tough in real life. But in Oasis, we can accept that men need love and care too.” William brushes the front of my hair back meticulously, as if he was styling my hair. 

“Yeah,” I whisper, looking straight into his eyes. 

“Do me now.” 

I hesitantly lift my hands to meet his brown hair. My fingers sink between his locks and William closes his eyes in relaxation. I move my fingers in slow motion, moussing up the shampoo further and covering his head in white bubbles. 

“Feels nice,” Williams mutters. He dispenses some soap onto his hand. “May I?”

I nod and he rubs the soap on my chest. With my arms lifted to shampoo him, he has easy access to my underarms. It's not nearly as ticklish as I thought it might be. 

I finish with my hair and he moves closer so I can wash his body. I touch his muscular arms and can’t help but giggle. 

“What?” He grins at me while he lathers my abs. 

“I just never touched anyone so buff before.” His big arms go from soft to rock-hard in one flex. “Geez.” 

“You know the saying that guys appreciate muscles more than girls? It's true.” 

“Oh yeah?” I glide my hand to his muscular pecs and wash them. They are absolutely magnificent. 

“You seem interested.” He makes a lips puckering motion downwards. 

Shit, I'm hard. 

“It's normal, dude. Look around.” 

I look over to Chris, whose cock is jutting out of his damp pubes. The guy he's washing has a semi too. 

“I'd be hard if I didn't dump such a big load in the sphere. I didn't expect that,” William says. “Men get erections when they're feeling connected. It's natural and honestly kind of beautiful.”

His words seem to travel straight to my cock and my shaft feels entirely rigid as his hands wash around it. 

“We're not supposed to cum in here, so we do our own bottom halves.” 

“Oh?” I watch William rinse off his top half, the water running down his treasure trail naturally. 

“Don't sound so disappointed.” William chuckles and soaps up his crotch. “This one they do tell us why. The jizz jams up the pipes.” 

I lather up my lower half, using the opportunity to check out the other guys. Everyone looks so different. Being a young group of men, a lot of us are fairly fit, but there is also a great sense of acceptance for everyone's body type. 

“Once one guy cums, then we all have to cum. I was here for the last big bang and then they told us we can’t do it anymore.” 

“Yeah?” I ask while soaping up my cock. Being as hard as I am, the soaping naturally drags on a little longer. William’s ass looks like it's drawn by someone. “How long have you been here anyway?”

“We don’t have calendars here and I've lost track of time. I don't have to pay anymore as long as I do my fair share.”

Fair share? 

“We should get going.” William finishes rinsing himself off. The other guys seem to finish just around the same time. I quickly rinse myself off, with the stream of water pushing my boner down and it arching back against the pressure. “Don't worry, we'll have lots of opportunities to cum. It never ends, really.” 

“What are we doing after?”

“Maximilien will tell us." Chris joins our conversation as we head outside.