He kept looking over... We were in the showers. There were men coming in, hanging up their towels. Getting under the showers and washing their bodies, before they put on their swimwear. I felt his gaze on me. I had felt it for a good five minutes, when I decided to soap up and throw a glance in his direction. He was younger. He had a trickle of hairs running down his front from between his pecs to the base of his cock, where it connected with his pubes. He had trimmed his pubes. They were there, just less messy. Well kept. Dark brown hair. He turned around, continuing to soap up... The sig… Read more