Buck and that white guy kept talking, but Teddy couldn’t pay attention to their words. There were so many men around, and so much to see. Teddy would have been terrified if he was alone — that was why he showered by himself in his own building, which was not as trashy as Smashwood.
Two naked men were beating up a third in one corner, their cocks flopping about. Nobody even watched as though that was normal. Teddy kept an eye out for cocks as big as Buck’s, but didn’t see any. A lot of them were big though, bigger than Teddy for sure and bigger than most men.
Two black guys in the changing area were jacking off! Teddy craned his head to watch, hoping nobody realized what he was looking at. The black men were crowded around something, presumably a magazine, and they kept aiming their dicks at each other. They were laughing, teasing each other — trying to jab their cocks into each other’s ballsacs hard enough to hurt, it seemed. Teddy wondered if he could go over there and join in.
Before he could ask Buck though, some other guy, a ropy-muscled middle-aged man with a balding head and wrinkled muscles, shouted something incomprehensible at the opening into the showering area that Teddy, Buck and the other white guy were in. The balding man leaned back a little, aiming his cock into the showering area and slightly upward, so that when he started pissing, he got a big arc.
And he was spraying his piss over all of the men in the shower. There was a torrent of laughter and shouting, and one man advanced on him as though to fight, only to get a huge spray of piss all over his chest and dangling dick.
From Aroused by Ex-Cons
Category: Group showers
What happened?!
“Holy shit, dude, what happened?” Buck said, looking at Nathan.
“What?” Nathan said. Then he realized Buck was looking at his cock. Nathan blushed and covered his crotch with both hands.
“Are you a girl?” Buck asked, furrowing his brow. He touched Nathan’s chest, looking, perhaps, for invisible breasts.
“No! I’m a boy… a man, I mean,” Nathan said. “It’s just… small.”
“Wait, what?” Buck swiped Nathan’s hands away. He didn’t seem to have any compunctions about bending over to examine Nathan’s cock more closely, even in the crowded shower. Buck even gingerly touched it, and it twitched. “Holy fuck, dude, that is a tiny cock. Was it like… an accident?”
“What?”
“I mean… did you lose it in an accident or something?”
“No, that’s just… It’s fine. My doctor says it’s fine,” Nathan said. He covered his crotch again.From The Redneck Ex-Con
Heat on rig
Most nights, Buck and Lem showered with each other. This was the winter contract, which was understaffed — more than half of the roughnecks here a couple days ago had left during their leave. Buck didn’t realize how many fewer workers there would be. That was because, Lem explained, the rig was less efficient in the winter, and Mr. Chow actually lost money pumping oil until it warmed up. He kept it going regardless because otherwise the rig would fall apart and be inoperable in the spring, but it continued with a skeleton crew mainly tasked with maintenance. The drill did run, and oil was pumped, but only the minimum needed every day to ensure smooth operation.
Otherwise it was a lot of cleaning, inventory, weatherproofing, organizing, etc. It was intensely boring and not much work. The chill was intense in the unheated corridors now that it was winter. Buck got a thrill out of walking to the shower every night, which he still did in his briefs and sandals (though he now wore his sandals with two pairs of socks). He thought it was hilarious how steamy his chest was, and it set his heart racing. Most night it was literally cold enough to take his breath away, and he could barely breathe the whole way to and from the shower.
Lem did not do that. He was leaner and lankier than Buck, and like the other roughnecks, Lem wore several layers of clothes in the corridors. So Buck got naked in the showers in seconds, while Lem lazily undressed and smoked a cigarette (which he did only to annoy Buck, because Buck kept hassling him about hurrying up).From Buck the Roughneck
Kareem
Kareem blushed and tried to cover himself again with both hands, but he was shivering so bad it hurt, and his teeth chattered so hard he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t stand still. Lem batted his hands away. Buck burst into uproarious laughter when he saw.
“Yo, nigga, what the fuck?!” Lem said. He turned to Buck. “Yo, Buck, you see that?”
“Nah, ya bony asshole was in my way,” Buck said. “What happened?”
Lem darted to where Kareem shivered and stood, his hands at his sides as he was doubled over and gasping, shivering violently. His light brown body gleamed with ice-cold shower water. He faced the wall, so all Lem and Buck could see was his smooth buttcheeks. He didn’t see Lem come up behind him and twirl him around so his back was to the wall. “Yo, nigga, Kareem, what’s up wit’cha dick?”
Kareem blushed and tried to cover himself again with both hands, but he was shivering so bad it hurt, and his teeth chattered so hard he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t stand still. Lem batted his hands away. Buck burst into uproarious laughter when he saw.
There was no penis.
Or maybe there was? Buck didn’t see it at all at first, then stepped closer.
Yep, it was a micropenis. It was a a fleck of flesh. “Yo, buddy, you — you just cold, right?” Buck furrowed his brow. “He prolly just cold, Lem.”
“It’s fine, it’s…” Kareem took a deep breath. He couldn’t get warm, and he felt like he was getting colder even though he was out of the water. The whole showering area was freezing quickly because of all the cold water. Lem and Buck weren’t worried because it would be like a sauna when the hot water turned on imminently.
“That ain’t normal shrinkage,” Lem said. He went to the shower and jutted his crotch into the water. He had a serious look on his face until he touched the water, then he laughed and howled. Even knowing the cold water was coming, he still was shocked by the iciness of it, and he danced in place. He showed his dong off to Buck. “See? It only shrink a little.” He pointed to Kareem. “He got little-boy dick. How old is you?”
“I’m eighteen!” Kareem said. “It’s normal! My doctor says it’s fine.” His cheeks were bright red.
“That ain’t fine,” Buck said. “You can’t even get that in a pussy, you know. Ya dick is littler than pussy lips.” He got closer to Kareem and slapped his hand out of the way.
Kareem’s weiner was fingernail-length, and his balls were shrunken — that was indeed just shrinkage from the shower water, as Kareem’s balls were normal-sized. He panted and jumped up and down, still freezing from the water evaporating off his skin. The floor felt like ice.
“Hhhhhnnnnn!” Kareem tried to both warm up and cover his crotch, but Buck kept slapping his hand away.
“I think he might be one of them hermaphorodities,” Lem said. He got up real close to Kareem and cupped his balls and dick in one hand. “Like that ain’t a dick, it’s a clit. He got balls in place of a actual pussy.”
“Really?” Buck said.
“No!”
“Is that a thing?” Buck came closer too, and he even got on his knees to inspect Kareem’s dick more closely.
“No!”
“Yeah-huh, I seen a article ’bout it,” Lem said. The showering area was beginning to fill with steam as the water turned warm finally. “Hey, you you got a pussy I can fuck?”
Kareem tried to get away but slipped and landed on the floor on his ass. Before he knew it, he was pinned by Lem’s knees, and Lem’s big black dick was in his face. “Get off me!”
On black cops
Buck immediately took off his sandals and briefs, and he sat on the bench in the center of the locker area. Lem undressed more slowly, as he continued a long story that had begun before they entered the corridor.
Finally they went out to the showers, their pace quickening as soon as they left their heated home and ventured out into the unheated corridor. Their sandaled feet clopped loudly on the cold steel floor.
It was cold enough to take Buck’s breath away, the exhilaration waking him up like the opposite of a hot cup of coffee. It felt good, his chest literally steaming because he had been so hot on the other side of their makeshift blanket wall and now the air out in the corridor was around the freezing point. Pinpoints of ice prickled the tips of his chest hair. He wore only his briefs and his shower sandals, so his skin ruddened and tingled.
Lem hot-tailed it into the bathroom, and Buck arrived more slowly after. They were glad to see they had the whole space for themselves. Most roughnecks showered in little nationality groupings, and Buck and Lem were the only two Americans.
The rig shower looked trashy — it was trashy — because it was rarely cleaned. It smelled strongly of feet. A garbage can overflowing with soap boxes, shampoo bottles and abandoned underwear sat in one corner of the showering area.
But there was something cozy about it, Buck thought. It was warm and inviting, and it felt like a sauna in here. People had hung towels up, some of them apparently having been left for years because they were abandoned and never cleaned up — you could tell because there was algae growing on them. In a few places, there were cracks in the walls, filled with makeshift rags and remnants of old life preservers as insulation.
He immediately took off his sandals and briefs, and he sat on the bench in the center of the locker area. Lem undressed more slowly, as he continued a long story that had begun before they entered the corridor.
“So I tolds the cops that that nigga was my daddy, he ain’t sayin’ I took his car — I was r’trievin’ his car from them othuh nigguhs I don’t know,” Lem said. “And the white fellah, he says he believe me but he still gettin’ his taser out and shit, and he lookin’ at me like he ain’t believe me. The other po-liceman, he a nigga — he a redbone nigga, you know ’bout them right? He redbone as fuck, nigga, lookin’ like a crayon and shit.” He wasn’t even undressing anymore. Lem had gotten down to his drawers and shirt, but he didn’t want to take his shirt off because he would have to lift it over his head and that would break eye contact with Buck and interrupt his story. He paused with his shirt half up, baring his ropy chest. “He say outright he ain’t believe me. Black cops is the worst, lemme tell you-“
“Yeah,” Buck said. “Black cops is a buncha shitheads-” He hung his head and sighed because Lem was on a tear and not listening to him.
“I was like, you ain’t gotta tase a brother just cuz you ain’t call the man who reported his car missin’,” Lem said. “My pops’ll say I gots permissy-on to come get it. Them nigguhs who took it ain’t even try to stop me, on account of they know I’ll pop ’em off in a heartbeat.” He stopped suddenly because someone walked in.From Buck the Roughneck
Overcrowded shower
The shower at New Jersey State was officially a twelve-man space, one showerhead spraying in a complete circle. But they put the whole cell — around fifty men — in at once. It was asses to elbows in there. You couldn’t help but appreciate the male form, or at least Desmond couldn’t.
It was so crowded that they had to jostle for space in the water. Mostly guys stayed outta the spray as they soaped up, then crowded in to rinse off the best they could. Wasn’t much point in going fast either, cuz the guards left the whole cell in there for a half-hour. You gotta wait till everyone was done.
Buncha the old-timers jacked off in the showers. They said it was to avoid getting cum everywhere in the cell. Nobody treated it like a big deal in the shower.
What happens in the shower stays in the shower.
From Desmond Seeks Alphas
No fighting in the shower
Once he was settled in there, Desmond realized he was allowed to “attempt at” anyone he wanted in the showers — that meant ramming your cock at their asshole. No fighting. They could move away or push you off, but there was no fighting in the shower. Not enough room. Punishment was harsh if they were caught fighting. It was easy to break the showerhead, in which case nobody would be able to shower for probably weeks, maybe months. So fighting was strictly forbidden, which meant Desmond was allowed to attempt any guy in there aside from Tyrell, Rashid and Omar. Mostly they all stayed clenched enough he couldn’t actually get in them, but it was fun to try and to cum on whoever happened to be standing nearby when he blew a nut.
From Desmond Seeks Alphas