Jason's Shower House (continued):  Part II.Inside the toilet stall, I took off my Levi's.  I wore a Speedo swimsuit underneath.  Jason stumbled out of his soiled Jams shorts andstood swaying, now wearing only his jockstrap.  He threw up againinto the toilet, poor babe.  I managed to get him into the Levi'sand we snuck back to the bungalow as inconspicuously as possible.Attached to the outside of the beach bungalow was a closet-sizedshower house for washing off before coming in from the beach.  Weducked in to get him cleaned off properly under the shower.  Onceinside, we bolted the door and I proceded to strip Jason down.  Hegiggled and seemed to be enjoying it.  As I peeled off his jock hebegan to get a "boner."  I lifted him up under his armpits and walkedhim to the shower head where we both stood beneath the running water.By this time, I was also getting a hard-on.  Jason pointed to myobvious bulge and began giggling uncontrollably: he was completelynaked with a stiff and upright erection.  Suddenly, he reached downand yanked my bathing suit to my ankles. Now facing each other (wewere still so drunk we had to embrace each other just to stay onour feet) our two cocks brushed against each other.  Then, with adevilish grin, Jason grabbed the shaft of my prick and said, "BetI can make you shoot off!"  We looked at each other for a momentand I took his cock in my hand and we "had at" each other under theshower.   Jason and I thus discovered something new to fill our eveningsand we remained occasional J/O buddies over the next year (untilhe discovered "girls").  I run into Jason every now and then, andhe still gives me that same devilish grin.--