A Very Open Locker Room

Somehow, with the stress of work and the regular happenings of life, I had become distracted and put on around 30 pounds.  I didn’t even notice it until the morning that I couldn’t zip up my jeans without laying down on the bed.  

That was around 6 months ago.  I had quickly signed up at the nearest gym to my house, modified my diet, and began training daily.  I alternated between swimming a zillion laps, running on the treadmill, and intense weight training.  

The results I experienced were beyond anything I could have imagined.  Not only had the weight come off relatively quickly, but somehow all the work I had put in had carved my body down to look like the Abercrombie models I used to secretly beat off to when I was in high school.  

Allow me to introduce myself.  My name is Ben and at 27, high school was nearly ten years gone.  I am 5’10” with golden blond hair.  My newly developed chest and abdomen were sprinkled with hair, lightly across my chest and nipples and more generously distributed across my abs.  I had the upside down V distribution pattern that began in a point at my navel and widened until it met my pubic hair.  I have never personally been a fan of mascaping, so I allow my bush to be as full and thick as it wants to be.  As a result, my ass is fairly hairy as well, lighter on the cheeks but my crack is densely covered, growing thicker as it descends toward my hole and taint.  

The gym I signed up for has a distinctly throw back vibe.  Very 1970’s with masculine energy.  As far as I can tell, Primary Fitness is actually a new facility as everything is in working order and nicely maintained.  It’s flow simply defied the modesty trend that has become prominent over the last few decades.  I will admit, it took a bit of getting used to.  

The cardio and weight areas are not unlike any other gyms in the world, it’s the locker room that really drove my initial discomfort.  When you enter, it’s a large room with banks of lockers on the right and a wall of mirrors and sinks on the right.  There are benches stationed periodically throughout the room, but no dividers of modesty shields so getting dressed or undressed is a bit of a spectator sport.  As a gay man, that works for me.  There is almost nothing sexier that a locker room full of hot muscular men in various states of dress.  That coupled with my newfound body confidence and I was more thank happy to hang out as often as possible in as few clothes as possible.  

The wall of mirrors and sinks was split perfectly in half by a small opening that fed into the toilets, showers, and steam room.  The pools and dry sauna were co-ed and located in a separate location.  The restroom portion of the men’s locker room is possibly the most unexpected of design choices.  The room is essentially a hallway that runs the length of the locker room, with standard toilets on one side and urinals on the other.  To the right, past five toilets on one side and five urinals on the other is the steam room.  To the left, the same number to toilets and urinals lead directly to the showers; a large square room with shower heads mounted on the wall spaced about three feet apart from one another.  There was a solitary station in the center of the room with five shower heads mounted on a single post in a circular pattern.  

Modesty was not a top priority for the designers of this gym as there were no stalls or dividers in the hall of facilities.  It was literally a wall of toilets directly across from a wall of urinals with nothing but a mount for toilet paper laced between each toilet.  While urinal dividers are common place pretty much everywhere these day, it’s not uncommon to experience the occasional row without.  I had never before experienced public toilets with no actual stalls to give you a bit of privacy while you performed one of your most intimate bodily functions.  Obnoxiously, someone thought it would be a good idea to ensure you were not only knee to knee with the individual on the toilet next to you, but that you were on full display to anyone migrating to either the showers or steam room.  

Needless to say, while I was a fan of the nude steam room and gang style showers, I intentionally avoided anything toilet oriented unless I had to piss.  That I could handle no problem.  It is my firm belief that literally every man will sneak a glance at a cock pissing into the next urinal.  Not necessarily a gay thing, just a curiosity thing.  That said, I will admit that there is something oddly sexy about watching a man blast the porcelain with a heavy stream.  I get a slight chub anytime I can get a good piss show.  

That brings me to my first toilet experience at this gym.  For two days, I had been super constipated.  I have no recollection what I had eaten that caused it, but I just couldn’t seem to go.  Life does not stop though, even if you’re feeling super uncomfortable and have been praying for the tiniest bit of relief.  I woke up at 5:00 AM, as I normally do.  That gives me a chance to get some coffee in my system and pack my gym bag.  Toiletries and my work clothes mean after my workout, I can get cleaned up and jet to work without having to run home to shower and change.  

That morning, I arrived at the gym at 6:30 AM and the morning crowd was already getting busy on the machines and weights.  I deposited my belongings into my usual locker and nodded to familiar faces as I made my way from the locker room to the weight training area.  It was a chest and shoulders day, my favorite area to target.  There’s something about watching the muscles of your shoulders and chest pump in the mirror that is extremely rewarding.  

On my last set of dumbbell presses, I was ready to graduate to the 90 pound dumbbells.  I typically top out at 85, but I was in the mood to really challenge myself.  Plus, I was mildly concerned that I would stop seeing gains if I didn’t push myself past that threshold.  

I waved to an acquaintance across the gym named Trevor.  He was around 6 feet tall, light skin, blue eyes, and dark hair.  I’d never seen him in the locker room, so I had no way of knowing what he looked like out of his clothes, but his arms and legs were covered in thick dark curls of hair and he seemed to always have 5 o’clock shadow.  He had a very well developed physique, though, I knew that for sure.  You could just tell by the way his workout attire fit to his body like a second skin.  

At my wave, he crossed the gym and took out one AirPod so we could speak as the music continued to play in one ear.  “Would you be able to spot me,” I asked.  

“For sure, man.  I was just wrapping up anyway.”  He smiled, showcasing a set of perfect teeth and a dimple in his left stubbled cheek.  

“Awesome, thank you,” I said.  “I’m ready to try the 90’s but I don’t want to slip and accidentally break my face.”

“Definitely don’t want to do that,” he delivered with a wink.  I smiled at him as I sat on the bench with the weights resting on my knees.  As I laid back onto the flat bench, I used my knees to push the weights up onto my chest.  I made it through 6 presses before my arms began to feel weak.  Trevor had been steadfastly standing at the ready about a foot from where my head rested on the bench.  As my arms began to shake with strain, he stepped forward to provide assistance.   

As he began to assist with my lift, he came to rest straddling the bench, standing just above my forehead.  He gave the weights enough pressure to assist through to to top of the lift.  As I lowered the weights, he lowered them with me, squatting lightly so that his arms would remain under the weights instead of lifting from above.  In doing so, the crotch seam of his shorts brushed my forehead.  I was struggling with the weights I had selected but was intrigued that my face was in such close proximity to what I had only daydreamed about up until this point.  

As I pushed the weights back up, I arched my back.  Bad form, but it allowed me to scoot about an inch further up on the the bench.  On the next downward stroke, Trever, not noticing that my position had changed incrementally, maintained his stance, squatting to assist.  This time, the seam of his shorts pressed directly against my noes, followed immediately by the weight of his penis.  It was only for a moment, but it felt like an eternity.  His cock had weight and heft as it laid against my face.  He smelled like a man should smell, musky, as though he hadn’t showered in a day or two and this intoxicating aroma was the result. 

We complete the final two lifts similarly, him assisting with both the upward and downward stroke.  On each downward stroke, his cock would rest gently on my cheek as his testicles landed lightly on or around my nose.  I inhaled deeply on each downward stroke to ensure I kept enough of his aroma in my nostrils that I wouldn’t forget it too quickly.  I might never get the chance to bury my face in his crotch again.  Luckily for me, he did not appear to be a fan of underwear, otherwise, I would never have been able to distinguish his cock from his sack as they caressed my face.  

As Trevor took the weights from me to re-wrack them, I had a sharp pain in my stomach.  It seemed as though I might actually be able to successfully releive myself, which was at best bittersweet.  I wanted more than anything to find a reason to move to heavier weights so that I could continue to experience what was possibly the most arousing, sexiest smell I had ever experience.  While I desperately needed to shit, I was also not thrilled about the location.  I had done a solid job of avoiding using the extraordinarily exposed toilets.  That was no longer going to be an option, it seemed.  

“Thanks man, that was a huge help,” I exclaimed as I sat up.  “Not to lift and run, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to shit myself if I don’t book it to the locker room.”  I attempted to laugh off my discomfort of the situation, giggling nervously.  

“Ha!  Right on man!”  He playfully mock punched me in the gut.  “I’ll come with.  I could make a deposit myself.”  He put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me Ito a light headlock.  With his 3 inches of height on me, it was easy for him to use his body to direct us toward the locker rooms.  He held me that way for only a moment, but the dampness of his armpit lingered on my neck and shoulder.  He moved ahead of me by a step or two as we made our way, allowing me the opportunity to covertly sniff my shoulder.  It was divine.  Not quite as delicious as the musty smell of his groin, but still extremely sexy.  

The closer we got to the toilets, I picked up speed, brushing past him.  I had deeply enjoyed our moment of bro-bonding and was not thrilled that our acquaintanceship was going to be immediately impacted by the toilet destruction he was about to witness, but I had no time to really think about it.  The situation was quickly becoming an emergency.  I blew through the locker room to the hall of toilets, past two empty commodes, pulling my pants and underwear down to my ankles as I dropped onto the seat like a stone.  I relaxed my sphincter and released the first wave as Trevor rounded the corner, coming into sight.  At least he missed the first explosion, I thought, shaking my head in disgust.  

I’d thought that for modesty’s sake, he would likely post himself on a seat as far away from me as possible, however, he did not, choosing the seat next to me.  His black basketball shorts came down seemingly in slow motion, revealing the perfectly white skin of his ass, densely covered in dark, thick hair.  The crevice of his ass was possibly the most thickly furred I had ever seen, growing like an unruly forrest in his crack.  So thick there that his skin was impossible to spot until the hair gradually tapered off in a patch at the small of his back.  It was mouth wateringly beautiful and over in a moment as he landed on the seat with a thud.  

Relaxing into the bowl, he ripped an enormous fart, spreading his legs and leaning back, hands resting just over his cock, obstructing my view.  I wanted to smell it, to know what he smelled like inside that beautiful masculine body, but days worth of my own stench overpowered him.  His properly functioning body couldn’t compete. I squeezed my hole for all it was worth in an attempt to prevent the second wave from escaping.  I desperately did not want to be they guy that he remembered only for having utterly and completely destroying the toilet next to him.  I broke out in a fresh sweat with the effort.  

Trevor didn’t seem to care nearly as much, as the telltale crackle of a solid turd passing could be heard in the silence, followed immediately by a plop, splash, and nice grunt.  He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and looked over at me smiling.  “That was a good one.”

I smiled nervously, focused intently on preventing the forthcoming explosion of liquid shit.  “Bro, are you sweating,” he laughed as he asked.  

“Yeah, a bit,” I all but whispered. With just the two of us in the toilet hall, the only sounds to be heard was an occasional fart from Trevor’s beautiful ass and my gurgling stomach. 

He reached between us for a piece of toilet paper and leaned forward to wipe himself, turning a tiny bit away from me in the process. His hand disappeared into the bowl briefly as he wiped, front to back.  I was so transfixed watching him perform such a personal act, confidently as if it were the most normal thing in the world to shit and wipe openly that I relaxed.

The second wave of excrement rushed out of me flooding the bowl with such force that it sounded like a small explosion.  Trevor turned back to grab some more toilet paper, eyes widened as he looked at me.  “Holy shit man, what did you eat?!  That was some righteous force.”  He shook his head laughing as he collected enough paper to finish cleaning himself up.  “I bet the ricochet on that bad boy has fucked you ass up.”

He stood, back to me, and with his right hand pulled his butt cheeks apart so that he could resume wiping.  I had never witnessed someone wiping themselves after taking a dump, let alone seen someone perform the act standing up.  It was beautiful, allowing me the briefest of glimpses at his perfect pink ass hole before it was obscured by the hand.  “You are definitely going to need a shower.”  He lifted his hand to inspect the toilet paper and, seemingly satisfied, tossed it into the toilet.  “I swear to god, I need to take one too, literally every time I take a dump.  My damn ass hole is so hairy, it’s next to impossible to get clean.”  He bent down, grabbed his shorts and pulled them up.  “I’m going to get rid of these rank clothes.  Meet you in there,” he placed back over his shoulder at me and seemed to expect a response.  

My eyebrows knit together in confusion, but I said, “Yeah man, I’ll be in there.  Pretty sure I’m going to birth one more fairly enormous deuce right fast.”  He laughed, shaking his head and rounded the corner to the locker room.  

I relaxed, leaning against the back of the toilet, on full display to anyone who happened to enter.  At this point, I could hardly bitch about exposure.  Processing what had just occurred, I tried to determine how I felt about the situation.  On one hand, I felt as though I had just been victimized by both this gym and my body but on the other hand, I found the experience of taking a shit next to Trevor to be possibly the most erotic experience I had ever had.  Maybe he did as well.  Or maybe he was just comfortable in his own skin, couldn’t care less, and I was a fucked up mess…who could say.  

After I was positive I had officially emptied out, I reached for the shared toilet paper and began the process of wiping my ass.  Because of the explosive nature of my bowels I had not escaped as cleanly as I would have preferred.  Trevor was right about the blowback.  My cheeks were wet and I didn’t want to even consider if it was toilet water or shit.  Neither seemed like a good option.  I made the decision to disrobe where I was so as not to further contaminate my clothes and proceed directly to the shower.  I wouldn’t have my standard shower supplies, but there were shared soap dispensers on the walls between shower heads, not unlike the shared toilet paper rolls.  

I kicked off my shoes from my perch on the bowl and shimmied my shorts and underwear off my legs, leaving only the shirt.  I folded each article of clothing before I lifted the shirt over my head, stood, and deposited each item in a neatly folded pile on the toilet tank.  I head into the shower room, selecting a shower head in the far left corner.  I turned the water on and leaned my shoulders against the wall as I waited for the water to warm.  I was not interested in a shriveled dick if I was to share a shower with Trevor.  

As if conjured by the thought, he appeared in the doorway completely nude, pausing briefly to scan the room for my location.  He was stunning, it was the only way to describe him.  His muscles appeared as if carved of marble, every line on his body lean and defined, his veins standing in stark relief from from the ivory cream of his skin.  His chest hair was generously and evenly distributed, beginning at his collarbones and descending down his exceptional pecs and abs until it met his pubic hair in one, uninterrupted blanket for hair.  

As he caught sight of me, he made his way to my corner, as smile lighting his face.  A thick, beautiful, five inch flacid cock was nestled in the thickest un-manicured bush of dark pubic hair.  It was as if his body innately understood that a man was supposed to be built like a Greek God, have a perfect cock,  and be furred like the animals we were.  His body and the innate manliness that came with the extraordinarily sexy body hair, was primal and animalistic.  

My heart may have skipped a beat or five as he made his way across the room to join me at the shower.  My breath caught in my chest and every ounce of blood in my body immediately rushed into my dick. I was completely erect so quickly is was painful. 

In an effort to conceal my state of arousal, I dropped my hand in front of my crotch and turned into the warmth of the shower water. At 7 inches with a decent girth, I would need to stay facing away from him for the duration of our time in the communal showers in order to prevent him from spotting the fact that I was clearly a complete pervert. 

I ducked my head under the water, back still to him as I heard his shower nozzle rumble to life. “Fuck me man, that was a great workout,” he exclaimed. “Helping you with those weights really topped my arms off, look at this.”

“Mmhhmm.”  I legitimately could not turn to observe whatever it was he was attempting to demonstrate without exposing him to my hard cock so I simply muttered a noncommittal response and steadfastly remained where I was. 

“Look at this vein, that’s some good shit!”  He paused. “Bro, you’re not looking.”  He laughed and grabbed my shoulder, spinning me towards him and catching me completely off guard. I had assumed that public shower etiquette would ensure that no touching would occur and I had never been more wrong. 

“Check it out,” he said, flexing his bicep.  I watched as his eyes traveled down my body and saw the moment of comprehension as he took in my present state. My hands were attempted to conceal, but the swollen the head of my hard cock extended further than it was possible for my hands to cover. “Bro,” he said, shaking his head as his eyes widened. 

I was ready, steeling myself for whatever came next. Ridicule, physical assault, both, it didn’t matter, I was ready. I was not prepared for neither. He reached for my hands, pulling them away from my body, allowing my cock to spring free, protruding at a 3 o’clock angle from my body in its full, painfully erect state. “Now that’s a cock, my man,” he exclaimed, clapping me on the shoulder.   “That thing could give mine a run for its money,” he laughed, collecting some soap from the dispenser and applying it generously to his arm pits.  

“Sorry man, I don’t…” my sentence trailed off.   I had no idea how to finish it.  I was mortified, but Trevor seemed to not only be taking it in stride, but to genuinely not give a shit.  

“Sorry for popping a bone,” he shook his head as he washed his chest and abdomen. “Who cares.  Have you never been full mast in here before?”  He looked over at me inquisitively.  

I shook my head, “No.”

He collected more soap and dropped his hands to his clean his genitals.  He seemed to be taking his time, less of a thorough scrubbing and more of a gentle caress.  He started on his full sack, massaging them gently, taking his time with each of his testicles.  When he had cleaned them to his satisfaction, his right hand gripped his dick, gently, starting at the base where it sprouted from his amazing bush of pubic hair and descending toward the head in an overhand grip.  He repeated the process, completing four or five strokes before his dick seemed to fill.  It thickened first at the head, the darker skin blossoming into a pinkish purple as it became engorged.  The shaft was next, filling out, thickening and extending his cock in length until, taking a life of its own, it lifted itself out of his grip and sprang to full life.  

I watched in awe as if filled itself and stood out from his body 8.5 inches and thicker in girth then mine.  “See, no big deal,” he said, shaking his head with a smile as he swung his hips from side to side sending his newly erect dick swinging from left to right.  

I returned his smile, bewildered and excited by what was happening.  His hand reached for my dick, the initial contact sending an electric current from my cock to the tips of my toes. He slid it down to the base of my shaft and pulled back up in a smooth motion, lubricated by the soap still remaining on his hand from when he had worked his own member to arousal. He made a swirling motion on the underside of the tip of my dick with his fingers as he complete the stoke that made my knees weak. 

He laughed out loud, stepping in to support my weight briefly. “Have you never beat off with a friend?”  

I shook my head from side to side. 

“It’s human nature man.  Men like to cum. We like to get off as often as possible.”  He voice echoed in the cavernous shower space as he spoke, taking on a lower register with each word ending in a growl. “Stroke my dick for me,” he commanded.  

Looking into his eyes, possibly for reassurance, I reached my right hand up to his chest, landing lightly on his left pectoral. My thumb grazed his nipple earning me a shudder from him. My fingers entwined with his thick chest hair as my hand descended down his flat abdomen, tracing the ridges of his ab muscles. When I found his bush, I angled my fingers downward so that I could run my fingers through it. It was course, thick, and rough in texture. I imagined what it would be like to bury my nose in it as I sucked his glorious cock into my throat. 

I made contact with his dick, stroking to the tip, and down to the base again. “Lift, shit, nut, that’s how we start the day,” he all but whispered as he leaned his head forward. I momentarily though he was going to kiss me, but he didn’t. He rested his forehead against mine, stepping closer as our hands continued to stroke each other. I could feel his breath on my face as his breathing became panting. 

I ran my thumb over the tip of his cock, collecting the slick drop of precum that had emerged from his slit. I replaced the hand on his cock with my left as I brought my thumb to hover between our lips, a mere inch apart from one another. “Do it,” he gasped as my hand picked up speed on his dick. 

I sucked my thumb into my mouth, savoring the juice he cock had made for me, slicker than water and salty in taste. It was but a drop, but it was the best semen I had ever tasted. I moaned, which seemed to push him over the edge. 

His cock pulsed hard in my hand as a a stream of thick white fluid erupted from its tip, slashing across my abdomen with substantial force. A cross between a cry and a shout escaped his lips as he came on me. Five more shots painted my skin mixing with the water of the shower and dripping into my pubic hair. 

When I could no longer hold back, I let his hand work the load out of me, aiming it onto his cock. Four quick bursts of cum shot onto his dick, which I quickly collected and used as lubricant to continue working his newly spent cock. 

Our foreheads still pressed together, his exhaled raggedly. “Lift, shit, nut,” he said, pulling away with a brilliant smile. He smacked me on the ass before he cleaned himself up and started towards the locker room to get ready for the day.  At the last minute, he turned back to me, “Same time tomorrow?”  

I smiled, “Absolutely.”