Peter got to the shower, well aware that Ben had followed him. He closed his eyes, pressed the hot tap, and stood with his back to the room, feeling the water cascade into his hair and down his back. He stepped back a little, heard the shower next to him go, and let the needles of water fall against his cock. It was always a delicious feeling, though one that he had to be careful of in public. It really wouldn't do to get an erection in the changing rooms.
"I love that moment," Peter heard Ben say. Peter opened his eyes and turned to Ben. "That moment when the pressure of the water runs into the base of your penis. Always quite sexy." Peter looked down at Ben's cock, and noticed it thickening, about to salute.
"Ben, I am married."
"I know. But haven't you ever wondered?" Ben's cock was entirely erect and Peter couldn't take his eyes off it. It was larger and thicker than his own. Beautiful, almost, with thick veins, a nest of black pubic hair, and balls hanging down. "I can tell you like what you see," Ben continued. Peter realised with horror that he was starting to become hard.
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