Hot and steamy

It had been a good match and even though I had lost that did not serve to dampen my enjoyment of the night. A good game of tennis really helps me to unwind from the tensions of the day and in any case feels far more like fun than an hour lifting weights in the gym. I was about the last to leave the courts and soon found myself the last in the changing rooms. Just as I stepped into the showers changing room door opened and in came Dan, the assistant manager in charge of the sports complex. Dan was in his early twenties, tall and slim with short dark hair and sparkling eyes. We’d chatted before – he was always on duty in the evenings. One of the perks of being the assistant dogsbody as he put it was to be the last of the staff to leave. That, of course, was after he’d cashed up, locked all the doors, set the alarms and generally made the place secure.  

“Hi Dan,” I called, “I won’t be long now, just about done. You can throw me out and get off home in a minute or two.”

Dan laughed. “No need to rush, I’ve missed last orders already I reckon. Anyway, I was just about to have a shower myself before getting off home. It’s been a hot, hard day today, two staff down with the flu and nobody to replace them. I’ve been running everywhere like a mad thing today !” Dan’s voice dropped a little as he walked over to the showers, no longer needing to try and make himself heard over the noise of the water. He paused by the last bench and slipped off his shorts, then joined me in the showers, standing just a couple of feet away. As the water cascaded down, partly obscuring us both in a cloud of steam, I glanced across, admiring his firm, lean body – he was certainly a good advert for the benefits of frequent exercise !

As Dan struggled to squeeze out the remnants of shower gel from the bottle he had brought in with him, I risked another glance across at him now that he was turned a little more towards me, taking in his smooth chest, slightly muscled abdomen, the fine trail of dark hair that lead down from his navel. Between his legs was a dense forest of very dark pubic hair, contrasting strongly with his smooth, pale skin, inviting closer examination of what lay between his firmly muscled thighs. I was a little surprised by the size of his cock, or rather the apparent lack of it: it was certainly smaller than I had expected. Somehow that turned me on and I turned away in case Dan spotted me looking.

“Can I borrow some of your shower gel?” Dan asked, holding out his own bottle, inverted and clearly empty. “Looks like mine is totally dead.” I smiled and turned to pass him my gel, stepping a little closer to him as he did the same. Clumsily, we collided, our wet bodies brushing against each other. There was a moment’s awkwardness as both of us expected the other to pull back, but neither of us did so. For a moment we remained where we were, and then I realised Dan had spotted that my cock was beginning to stiffen. It was Dan who broke the silence.

“Looks like I’m not the only one in here getting hot tonight,” he smiled. There was something in the tone of his voice, or maybe in his eyes, perhaps even both, that gave me the courage not to step back from him. His eyes seemed to be daring me to stay where I was, perhaps even go further. Whatever the cause, my cock was growing rapidly, standing out, almost brushing against Dan’s thigh. He smiled and looked down at it, looked back mischievously into my eyes, and then smiled again as he reached out and took hold of my cock. A fire of nervous anticipation, almost electric, ran through my body at his touch.  “Come over here,” he said, “and we can do something about this…”

Still holding my cock, Dan gently lead the way out of the showers, across the changing room, through a door in the far corner to the physiotherapy room. Closing the door behind us, he turned and smiled once more, his eyes now sparkling with desire. I noticed that his own cock was becoming stiffer, growing, beginning to stand out from the dense tangle of wet hair at its base. It was no longer so small either, indeed its length was now quite impressive, perhaps equalling that of my own rigid cock. Its initial size had certainly been deceptive… Perhaps seeing my gaze, Dan began to stroke his own cock, slowly and deliberately wanking himself as he lay down on the physio’s bench, his head overhanging the end, looking up at me. Reaching out with his free hand, Dan grasped my cock, pulled me to him, guided my cock to his eager mouth. As I stepped forward his tongue ran gently along the underside of my shaft, flitted around my balls, back along my hard cock, licking gently but quickly over the sensitive tip.

I reached down, placed my hands beneath his head to support him, began to slide my cock deep into his welcoming mouth, slowly fucking his face. Dan continued to play with his cock as he sucked on my hard shaft, expertly arousing me, bringing alive the most amazing sensations as his tongue roamed over the tip of my cock, his lips working their magic on the stiff, hot meat between my legs. As he sucked me, I knew that I too wanted to suck cock, wanted to taste Dan’s penis, wanted to bring to him the same pleasure that he was releasing deep inside my balls. I leaned forward, gently guiding his hands away, taking hold of his cock, marvelling at its new size, sliding it to my mouth. His cock was hard and warm, a delicious musk-like scent emanating from between his still wet thighs, his short pubic hair rubbing against my chin. He tasted good… We continued to suck together, locked in am ecstatic 69, for several minutes, all the time Dan’s cock seeming to grow and harden in my mouth as I licked and sucked his dick, felt his tongue, his lips, his eager mouth doing the same to me.

Almost as if he sensed I was about to cum, Dan suddenly released my cock and twisted out from under me. “Not yet,” he smirked, “ I can do even better than that…”  He slipped down onto the floor, sitting between my legs, the back of his head now against the soft padding of the physio’s couch. He looked up, one hand now working his cock again, and smiled. “Fuck my face,” he said, “ let me suck the spunk from your cock…”

I slipped my cock into his mouth, began to ease gently back and forth, my hands holding his head, my fingers running through his thick, black hair, guiding his lips to my cock. As I fucked his willing mouth, relishing the sensation of his young tongue stimulating my throbbing cock, I watched as he wanked himself off. His cock was now rock hard, and though not as thick as mine it was certainly as long, perhaps even longer. Yes, definitely longer: appearances certainly had been deceptive!

For several long, thoroughly enjoyable minutes Dan continued to lick and suck my cock, his free hand on my arse, pulling me into him, playing with my balls, exploring between my legs, helping to stimulate me. I loved the feel the feel of his mouth around my cock, the sight of it sliding deep into his mouth, the look in his eyes, an almost elvish mischievousness, as he glanced up at me, knowing the pleasure he was causing.

Neither of us spoke, the only sounds in the room at first being gentle sighs, then ever more strident moans and groans as the urgency, the depth of our pleasure increased. Finally, just when it seemed that no greater pleasure was possible, Dan’s tongue flickered frantically over the tip of my cock, driving me to new heights of pleasure. I gasped out loud as my cock throbbed and my body stiffened, a torrent of sticky, warm cum spurting from my dick. Dan’s mouth remained clamped around the end of my cock as he too came, his cock shooting jet after jet of creamy cum over his stomach, up over his chest, even splattering his own chin, as he continued to suck the sperm from my penis, swallowing every drop of it. 

For a moment neither of us said anything, then Dan let my cock slip from his mouth, still hard and sticky with cum. He smiled once more, then leaned forward and ran his tongue over the very tip of my cock, awakening even greater sensations in its now supremely sensitive tip. His own cock too showed no signs of softening. Dan ran a finger over his chest, catching up his own spunk, placed it to my lips. I tasted him, salty, desirable, looked into those amazing eyes once more. The night was still young, was still ours. I wanted him, wanted to feel his fit, smooth body next to mine, wanted to fill him with my thick, hard penis, wanted to taste his cock once more.  I reached out, took hold of his hard dick and began to guide him back towards the showers.

 “Let’s fuck…”