The water was slowly getting colder and the five minutes of shower time were already up. In the showers at this campsite you had to wait a few minutes until you got hot water again, which was annoying, but not as bad as at the campsite my family was at last year. There you had to load a special key with money in order to be able to shower at all. Compared to that, the short wait isn’t so bad. The shower stalls here were divided by thin walls that left a gap at the bottom and top. Only 10cm at the bottom, but enough at the top to climb over. You couldn’t look over it, you’d have to be a giant to do that.
The door to the washhouse opened, someone shuffled past my door and took the cubicle right next to mine. I couldn’t help it. Until I saw the man next to me, I couldn’t help but imagine him as a young, handsome, and (most importantly) gay guy my age. When I tried to look under the cabin wall unnoticed, I usually only saw old feet and often leg hair that had already turned gray – typical campsite guests. I bent down to the floor, as if I was grabbing the shower gel bottle that was sitting there, and looked under the wall to the left. Hit! Youthful feet and dark brown hairy legs. The boxer shorts that just landed on the shower floor even suggested a young guy, not an old man with young-at-heart legs. He hummed something and turned on the water. My shower let me start again and I turned on the water. Lost in thought, I imagined this guy, slowly soaped myself up and noticed too late that my neighbor’s flip flops were squeaking in a suspicious rhythm. I bent down again and saw his feet facing the shower, constantly wiggling back and forth. I could hardly believe it. Not only was a young guy finally showering next to me, no, he was also jerking off. I sat up and thought. I’d love to see more of it, but I couldn’t get caught watching it. My cock was already rock hard and aching slightly. He was probably just as sad as I was that I couldn’t see more. I looked at the floor and saw – the other man’s reflection on the wet tiles. At first it was only vague, but after a few seconds I discovered more and more details. He was actually about my age and had a nice figure. His head was leaning slightly against the wall, his gaze directed downwards, probably at the hard cock, which he was rubbing with pleasure. He even gently stroked the swaying balls every now and then, which drove me completely wild. Without hesitation, I also lent a hand. Damn how horny that guy had made me. I had never experienced that before. Each retraction of the foreskin felt like a mini orgasm.
I opened my eyes again and paused. No more reflection on the tiles. I looked up at the upper gap between the cabin walls and was slightly startled. An angel with brown curls smiled at me, but not in the way angels usually do, no, he grinned at me in a very mischievous and slightly dirty manner while clinging to the cabin wall. “Do you want to come over?” he whispered. I hesitated at first, but then nodded. I left my cabin locked and climbed over the thin wall as inconspicuously as possible. He stood in front of me, naked and incredibly beautiful. I had only been able to make out the figure in the reflection, now I saw the slightly tanned skin that covered his body everywhere. Either he often bathed naked, or it was his natural skin color, at least I didn’t see any white stripes in his swimming trunks. His body was slightly muscular, but not sinewy, you could see the muscles gently showing under the skin. What was incredible was his perfect bottom, which was covered with a light down of hair. Still smiling at me, he took a step closer. “Have you been watching me?” he whispers, leaning forward, in my ear. “I do. You really look incredibly hot.” He closed his eyes and ran a warm hand down my side. Just before my bottom he looked at me questioningly. I nodded and he stroked my bottom very gently, then gradually more vigorously, until he finally kneaded it firmly. Every touch turned me on completely, to my surprise my cock became even harder and twitched slightly. I reached out my hand to his stomach and took his hard one in my hand. It was slightly larger than mine and felt hot and rock hard. My counterpart moaned softly and deeply. He came closer and put his lips on mine. In a matter of seconds we are pressed against each other, hands on each other’s ass and smooching hard. Again and again we took each other’s penis in our hands and stroked, rubbed or jerked it. Sometimes gently, sometimes harder. He suddenly stopped and looked for something in his jacket pocket. There, as if he had suspected he would meet me, there was at least a half-full pack of condoms in his jacket. He tore one open and pulled it over his glans, which had already turned dark red, all the way to the steel-hard shaft. He gently turned me over and moistened his cock with spit. I took my own in hand and jerked myself off as he slowly but surely penetrated me. I was expecting pain, after all it had been a while since my last sex, but all I felt was satisfying pleasure that filled me. It was hardly possible, but my jerking off gave me even more horny pleasure because of his penetration. When he was completely inside me, I could feel him very intensely inside me. Almost too intense, which made it particularly beautiful. He moved slowly at first, but over time he couldn’t hold back anymore and fucked me harder and harder. He kept slapping my ass, and occasionally I felt his balls slapping against mine. Between heavier parts, he would stop every now and then and penetrate me extra deep, just to hit me hard again. He had placed his hands on my sides and repeatedly pulled me close to him and penetrated me deeply. His big, hard cock filled me and, in addition to the physical sex, I enjoyed the idea of my ass and my body giving him the same pleasure as his cock did me. He moaned louder and fucked me more and more uninhibitedly until, in a last bit of thought that was still there because of the lust, I understood what real fucking was. It was by far the best sex I had ever experienced. I jerked off like an obsessive and ended up cumming in large spurts on the shower wall I was leaning against. To be honest, the orgasm was only a little bit better than the sex, but I had experienced that before. If the sex was very intense, sometimes the orgasm was no longer anything special; it was the way there that satisfied me. My neighbor wasn’t finished yet, after a few thrusts he shuddered, rammed his penis hard into my ass and groaned with his orgasm. He slipped out of me and gave me a gentle kiss on the mouth before leaning against the shower wall himself, exhausted. I hadn’t noticed that the cold shower water was already raining down on us, gradually calming our bodies. What sex…
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