Fully Loaded E3 | I saw my buddy cum...

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After wiping up as much of the cum on the bathroom stall wall as I can with toilet paper, I give up on the last remaining smear marks. There was a carving of a heart with the letters “C + R” inside that I have now ruined. Sorry to whoever those poor souls may be. 

I pull my towel off the top of the door and wrap it around me again, ready to face Wyatt and have the awkward moment where we both know I heard him cum bucket loads into a public toilet right next to mine. 

Maybe he heard me splattering on the wall right next to him. Maybe not. 

I sigh a breath of relief when I open the door and find nobody there. When I get to the locker benches, Wyatt had already finished getting dressed and left. I quickly finish getting ready and leave too, finding Wyatt sitting outside on a bench waiting for me. 

“Ready to go?” He says casually. There might be a hint of something in his eye, but I can't really tell. 

“Ready,” I say.

We drive over to my place as we had planned and spend some time debating what movie or show we should watch. He's more into the sci-fi genre and I wanted to watch a horror film. 

“You always end up watching half of it before deciding it's too scary and turning it off,” Wyatt complains with a mouth full of chips.

“It's better than falling asleep 5 seconds into nerd land,” I say. “I swear to god if you make us watch the whole Lord of the Rings again…”

Wyatt laughs with his mouth full and covers his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he makes a little face at his hand in this position. 

“I still smell like the pool,” he takes another whiff of his hand. 

I pull the neck of my shirt out and stick my nose in. “Yeah, me too. The soap at the pool isn't very good, I guess.” 

Taking a huge chug from his water bottle and finishing it, he looks at me and says, “mind if I take a shower here?” 

“Uh…” no one has ever taken a shower at my place before, and I'm not so sure if it's in a good enough state to be shared. 

“It's okay, nevermind,” Wyatt says while reading my expression. “I'll just smell like a public cum dump then.” 

“OKAY!” I get red in the face as I sit up. “You can use the towel on the rack in there. It's clean. I just put it there this morning” 

I don't know why I'm so embarrassed. Maybe it's because he said the word cum which seems like he's hinting at something. I mean, the chlorine does smell a bit like cum so it could be completely unrelated. 

Wyatt goes to the bathroom and I soon hear the shower running. As soon as the sound of water draining starts, I get incredibly horny. Just the sound of the water running reminds me how I saw him earlier completely naked, with his soft uncut cock hanging well below his balls. The way that the water travelled down his cock and left in a stream from his head to the tiles was very sexy to glimpse at. 

For someone who cums so much, his balls didn't look very big. But of course, I didn't have very much time to look. 

I slouch further down the couch and stick my hand in my pants.  Grabbing my hard cock, I close my eyes as I imagine Wyatt naked and wet in the bathroom stall, jerking himself fast for a quick release. I bet his face must be clenched in concentration as he works towards that relief.  He must really need to cum often if he is willing to do it in public so frequently.

Or maybe he's waiting to get caught. 

Splat! 

I can imagine his face all contorted as his cock blasts out those powerful endless shots of cum. The relief that must be written all over his face when the pressure is finally lessened a bit. 

All that cum that misses the toilet and ends up on the seat and on his hand. 

The way he sucks the stringy goo off his fingers. 

“Ah!” The start of the orgasm catches me by surprise I cum into my underwear. It's too late now to stop, so I let the images of Wyatt long skinny cock pulsing cum out play on repeat in my brain while my toes curl. 

With my heart beating fast still and my hand getting wet in my pants, I listen peacefully to the running shower noises in the background. 

I thought to myself that I should change before he gets out, so I get from the couch and start to head to my bedroom to get a fresh pair of underwear. 

I stop dead in my tracks because the bathroom door is open. Not completely open, like he didn't close it at all. But it was cracked open, with enough of a gap that left a doubt in my mind. 

The door works fine, so it's not like he would've had trouble closing it.

He wants me to come in. 

No, don't be fucking stupid. He's just a casual dude and he’s just made himself at home. You don't close the door fully either when you're showering here. 

Despite my conflicting thoughts, I'm still compelled to get closer to the door. 

I mean, if there was the slightest chance he was inviting me to watch then.

Before I know it, I'm almost pressed up against the wooden door. Peeking through the gap, I see that Wyatt had forgotten to turn on the bathroom fan, and so the bathroom is thick with steam. From the gap, I can see the mirror which reflects most of the bathroom. 

I gasp silently when I see him in the reflection. The fog in the mirror had overtaken the top of the mirror already, so it covered his face, but I could still make out his body fairly clearly through the steamy haze. 

He's definitely jerking off.

In my shower.

With my soap as lube. 

The sight of him tugging himself makes my cock painfully hard again. Usually, my cock is sensitive to play with again after cumming, but the horniness made it possible. I ignore the sensitivity and fist my cock against my soaked underwear as I watch him. 

He is so fucking hot. 

How have I never noticed?

I wish I could make out more details, but with the steam and the way the shower is facing, I can just make out the forms of what is happening. If he would just turn a little bit more then…

CREEEEAK!

FUCK!! I hold my breath and bite my tongue.  I accidentally pushed the door open a bit more in my attempts to see more, and I forgot how creaky this door can be. 

I swallow hard as I watch his movements pause for a second. 

Then, to my amazement he turns his body to face the sliding shower wall. Through the blurry mirror, I watch his long hard cock swing slightly at the repositioning. I get back to jerking myself at the sight. 

He plants one of his arms on the shower wall and the other hand jerks his soapy cock. He switches his stroke often, caressing his whole cock with each and every pass. The steam had now taken over more of the mirror, leaving my view to just be his long legs and cock and balls. 

He suddenly switches to a fast and standard stroke in the middle of his long cock, and I instinctively start to jerk in sync with him. His hand movements are rapid, but I can handle the endurance since I just came a couple minutes ago. I just want to see if he will blast again. Does it only happen once a day or can he cum like that every time? 

The first painting of white on the glass is enough to carry me over the edge again. As I bite my tongue through my orgasm, I count the splatters of cum through the reflection. 

2

3

4

My knees wobble as I'm weakened by the contractions in my pants, and I take care to not push the door further open. 

5

6

My orgasm finishes, and I marvel with my heart beating in my ears as his continuous spurts 

7

8

The glass was covered in his white juices,making it hard to see his cock. Just as quickly, his hands move quickly to splash water on the glass, rinsing it of evidence. 

The water turns off, leaving a silence in the apartment. I quickly back up, wondering what I should do next. 

“AARON!” His voice makes me jump a bit. “I DON’T SEE THE TOWEL!”

I stop myself from responding too quickly. After waiting a couple seconds, I reply. 

“There's a rack on the other wall.”

“Oh shit! Sorry, I'm blind,” he says loudly. “Hey, how do I use the fan?”

“It's right next to -”

“Just come in and turn it on. I'm decent,” he says.

I push the door open further and feel the steam hit my face. He smiles at me with his damp hair and a towel around his waist. 

“You don't mind if I use your moisturizer right?” He says while inspecting a bottle from my cabinet. 

“No,” I say while turning on the fan. “That one's almost empty. I have a new one over here.” I walk over and pull open another drawer. 

“You reek man. That chlorine smell is really strong on you.” 

Sure. Chlorine.