Beach showers

Two random stories of showering in a beach public toilet/shower block - one from the 80s, one from a few years ago.

I've shared in an earlier post that a pedophile sexually abused me when I was 7 and 8. Perhaps when I was 10 I was showering in a beach toilet block with my Mum waiting outside. My Dad didn't come on Summer holidays. I was in my cubicle showering and jerking off. In the next cubicle was a tall man showering. He was tall enough he could look over the wall and saw me with my boner in my hand. A minute later he was at my cubicle door and had unlocked it from the outside and was opening the door inwards. I realised what was happening and what would happen if I let him come in, so I pushed the door hard closed and re-locked the door! I quickly finished showering and drying and ran out to my Mum crying. The man was nowhere to be seen once I got outside.

Story 2
Maybe 3-4 years ago I had swum at a beach in Queensland and walked off the beach to the public toilets and showers (rest rooms). There was no one in there so I didn't bother to close the shower cubicle door. A young guy had followed me in and had been discretely watching me shower for a while before I noticed and said, "Are you having a good look?" I got a bit of an adrenaline rush feeling seen, desired, and triggered by the earlier shower memory, and got hard. The young man watching took my arousal to be an invitation to come closer and I could see he was rubbing his boner thru his shorts.
I said, "Do you think I'm more masculine than you?" He nodded implying a Yes, but also indicated a "Shhh!" I dried myself and stepped out of the cubicle. I walked up to him and said, "I'm not more masculine than you. We're both 100% men." He had his dick out and was jerking himself. I said, "Please don't sexualise me." He came a few steps closer to me and I feared that he was going to grab me. I said, "Don't touch me." but at that point he ejaculated! I was completely shocked at what had happened despite what I'd said, and that it happened so fast! He put his dick back in his shorts and walked out. I just stood there stunned in disbelief. I felt like I was a piece of meat and completely used by him. It was a sickening feeling. I did not and have not shared that with my wife expecting that she'd shame me for my actions and leaving the door open.

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