I finished my lengths for the evening and pulled myself onto the side of the pool. After sitting for a moment to catch my breathe, I headed back to the changing rooms, snatched my towel and soap from my locker and made for the showers. Of the eight communal showers only 2 were in use. There was a tall man in his mid thirties and a man in his late forties. Shortly after I entered the younger of the two men left. I picked a shower, turned it on, paused for a moment until it ran up to temperature and stepped under. After several moments i notice the older man glancing occasionally in my direction. He was about my height, a little over weight and his hair was thinning but he was not unattractive. He was lathering soap onto his body and onto what was hidden beneath his swimming shorts. I turned away, knowing that my little bum clad in tight trunks was in full view, and bent to pick up my soap. I continued my shower with my back to him until i was almost ready to leave. Then, slowly, I slid my trunks to the floor, revealing my bare bum for a moment before turning to give him a glimpse of my front. My cock was limp but starting to grow. I glanced over my shoulder as I left and smiled to myself as I saw the unmistakable bulge of a fully erect cock beneath his shorts. Back in the changing room I gathered the rest of my belongings from the locker and found a cubicle to change in. I pulled the door of the cubicle shut but didn't lock it and began to dry off. I had got as far as boxers and jeans and was sitting on the small bench pulling on my socks when the door began to open. It was my admirer from the showers. "Sorry," he said, "didn't realise this one was occupied." But upon seeing me he hesitated and didn't retreat immediately. "Don't be," I replied, quickly glancing at his crotch to find his bulge still showing. "I take it you liked what you saw?" "Oh," the man stuttered, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but look, I..." His voice tailed off. "Don't worry," i smiled, "although, it does seem a little unfair." "Excuse me," he said, sounding a little confused. "Unfair?" "Well, you've seen mine, maybe you should show me what you have hiding in your shorts." His bulge grew, straining against the fabric, wanting to break free. "Maybe I could give you a hand," I offered, reaching out to make contact with his crotch. He placed his towel and clothes on the bench beside me and turned to lock the cubicle door before stepping towards where I was sitting. I grasped the bottom of his shorts with both hands and tugged them downwards. His cock sprang outwards, almost completely erect. It was not huge, maybe 7 inches if I was being generous but it was thick and had a most impressive tip. His foreskin had already rolled back and there was a bead of precum starting to leak from it's eye. "I suppose we're equal now," I joked, and made to pull his shorts back up but he quickly stopped me. "Now that is unfair," he said, sounding slightly disappointed. "I thought you might want more than just a look once you'd seen it." He was not wrong. I reached out my right hand and rubbed the precum around his bell end with my index finger and thumb. He gasped a little and shuddered. "Was this what you had in mind?" I asked. I didn't get a reply, only a quiet moan. His cock was now dripping precum which I spread around to wet his shaft. Holding the base of his cock with my left hand, I took hold of the thick shaft with my right and started to slowly wank his cock. As I increased the pace I felt his cock starting to twitch, his eyes were half closed and his breathing was shallow, each stroke greeted with a quiet gasp. His cock was as hard as any cock I have ever felt, slightly curved and standing almost bolt upright. His deep, red bell end was glistening with his juices, throbbing and hot. I reached to give his balls a quick squeeze. They were smooth shaved, and big, I wondered how long since they were properly emptied. He began thrusting his cock forward and back in my hand, I tightened my grip again, and quicken my pace. He was going to cum soon and I had only just started to think about where he would shoot his load when; his muscles contracted and his cock went rigid, and an orgasm swept through his body. He grabbed his cock back from my hands and began stroking furiously. With each stroke he shot another jet of hot, thick sperm flying through the air. Some found my face, and some my chest, and some the walls and floor. When he'd finished I looked up to see him smiling down at me; his cock, dripping with cum, had started to go limp. "Wow," I chuckled, "I've never seen so much." I wiped some of the spunk dripping from my chin with a finger and licked it naughtily. "Plenty more where that came from," he joked. I stood, picked up my towel and cleaned off as best I could before pulling on a T-shirt and unlocking the cubicle door. As I left, he slumped onto the bench, his shorts still around his ankles and his cock still dripping cum. "Maybe I'll get to see sometime!"