After a really hard work out at the school gymnastics club, I slumped onto one of the benches in the changing room, eventually getting the energy to tear off my kit. I lay there naked against the cool wooden bench and slowly caught my breath as my heartbeat settled and the sweat cooled on my body. After about ten minutes of recovery time, I got up and walked into the showers.
The communal shower room was full of steam, although I couldn't see anybody through the various shower sprays that had been left on by boys careless of Global Warming.
I found the most powerful jet in the middle of the range and turned it to lukewarm, covering myself in a fabulous lather of relaxation. I turned the heat up again and stood steaming under the vicious jets, turning slowly so that the shower could hit me all over. The pulsing jets provided a great massage and I enjoyed the sensation of the beating water as it travelled over my body, massaging and re-energising it again. I stood back and let the water spray on the head of my penis. It felt so good that my dick went to half mast and throbbed gently in the steam.
The level of steam gently dropped and I realised that I wasn't alone in the shower. A dim figure emerged from the smog and I recognised the school's top cross country runner. He was about five foot eight and desperately skinny – a product of his sport. My body was the complete opposite – six feet, broad shouldered, tiny hips, rippling six pack and giant arms from my work on the rings, horse and bars. I kept my pubic hair completely shaven – well actually I liked to keep my entire body shaven except for the foppish schoolboy hair on my head.
The runner was called Giles, a French boarder at the school. I had noticed him before at the various assemblies and school meetings and of course, I'd watched him performing in the track meetings. He had short cropped dark hair, a Gallic nose, high cheekbones and as I mentioned, a small frame which was incredibly thin and wiry.
He walked towards me through the showers, turning them off as he approached and nodded to me as he passed. I smiled back, but my gaze froze as I watched him. He had the most enormous flaccid penis that I had ever seen. It reached halfway down his thighs, and what it had in length it also had in girth – I doubted that I would have been able to circle it with my hand.
He nonchalantly strolled out of the shower into the changing rooms. I rinsed once more and started to follow him out, but noticing that my turgid prick was still standing out at around 45 degrees, I wondered about staying a few minutes for it to calm down. Having switched the last shower off, however, it would have been suspicious if I didn't keep going.
Giles was in the same block of lockers as me – wouldn't you know it! I said Hi as I walked in to the bay between them and grabbed a towel from my spot, starting to dry my hair.
"I watched some of your workout earlier," said Giles, "It was pretty impressive"
"Thanks," I replied, "I try to push it a little more each time, but I've been working too often recently – my timing and execution are both off"
"I see you shave you pubic hair," he said. I stopped towelling my hair and waited for him to continue, interested in his opinion and knowing that this was a kinky habit in most people's eyes.
"I think it looks good on a body as fit as yours," he finished.
"I don't know why I do it," I replied, "But it just makes me feel good, despite getting the piss hacked out of me by God knows how many people every time I get naked." I paused for a second then continued; "but once you've lived without pubes and enjoyed the smooth feel of your pubis, any hair seems too much"
"I just keep mine trimmed in a V," Giles replied, "I agree that you need to control it"
"You need to control something down there," I said, "I've never seen anything that big before – it must be hell when you're running long distance"
"Never hell - always a pleasure," he said, "When you've got a gift like this, you just have to be grateful. Christ, I've got almost twice as much to play with as the average man. How much fun is that? Anyway it looks like it's you who can't control yourself," he said, glancing pointedly at my semi-erection.
As I looked down at myself and realised the state of my penis, it was as if another force had taken control of my body. My penis started throbbing and with each heartbeat, jumped up a few more degrees until it was standing, priapically, fully nine and a half inches long and bending out and up towards my tummy button. At that point it just sat there and beat a rhythm to my rapidly accelerating heart beat.
"That's a beautiful big dick," said Giles, as he slid a hand over my rock solid erection, gently pulling back the skin so that it stood even more proudly against the background of my shaven mound.
As his fingers touched my burning penis, it jumped and jerked in his hand as if of its own accord. I sat heavily on one of the benches and reached for his now semi-tumescent member.
I could feel the blood flowing into his prick as it grew to its full potential, stretching out and up to around ten inches in length – also slightly bigger in circumference than my hand could manage (that's more than eight inches in girth).
"Now that is a beautiful sight," I said, licking gently around his circumcised helmet, enjoying the delicious clean aroma and warmth of this monster penis, slightly moist at the tip from a few drops of pre-cum, which I quickly licked and swallowed.
As I did this, I could see our reflection in the floor to ceiling mirrors that covered the whole wall of the gym opposite the lockers. I couldn't believe how deliciously evil the picture was. It was perfect voyeurism, seeing this enormous erection being licked and gently sucked, Giles's massive genital proportions emphasised by his slim, taut and tightly proportioned physique.
"That feels good," Giles said gently. "We should meet up later and take this a little further"
"Sounds good to me," I whispered between gulps and licks on the gargantuan head of his penis, "But I don't know if I can wait until later"
At that, he pulled away and dropped to his knees, taking my shaven dick in his hand before deep throating it completely. I felt hjs tongue licking the underside of my tensed-up balls, while his upper lip was pressed into my shaven mound.
"I'm going to come!" I gasped, and he merely nodded his head. I let fly with spurt after spurt of sperm deep into his throat. He didn't withdraw a bit – I must have been ejaculating directly into his stomach. Then as my penis stopped twitching, he lifted his head right to the tip, circled it with his tongue and then pressed the entire thing back into his throat to the hilt. This was driving me wild and I don't think my penis ever softened. He kept repeating the movement which touched every part of my continuously throbbing dick. When he stopped I was harder and even more solid than when he started, my erection stiff as a tree on the inside and swollenly bruised on the outside. My wet glans was gleaming bright purply-red with the enhanced blood supply and pleasure.
