At Matt's class the next day I was somewhat distracted as I worked out.
I kept waiting for a look from him, a glance that lasted a little longer. Some acknowledgements that we jacked off together in the showers the day before. That he shot a huge load several feet into the air that landed on my ass. And, although he doesn’t know this part, that I fucked myself with my fingers using his cum as lube till I shot my load.
Fuck I was getting hard.
Back to focusing on the class.
There had been nothing though, no sign from him anything had happened the day before. He was walking round the class correcting people’s posture and yelling encouragement as we worked through a set focusing on our glutes (my favourite). He seemed to like my glutes yesterday when I was showing off my ass I thought, smiling to myself.
He was wearing his usual low cut tank top and some very tight-fitting gym shorts that seemed to struggle to not rip from his thick thighs pressing at the material.
Fuck this man was hot.
The class ended and we all shuffled out. As I got to Matt, he gave me the usual high five.
“Good job!” he said while smiling his gorgeous smile at me.
I just nodded and smiled back. I think I had lost the ability to speak.
I headed upstairs to cool off and get a smoothie. I was planning to wait, as I normally do, for the changing rooms to empty a bit, then I would take my place at the end cubicle and hope this sex god would make an appearance again.
I barely drank my very overpriced smoothie as I was so nervous. The idea it might happen again, that I would even get to gaze on his naked body and hard cock, was making me crazy.
After about fifteen minutes I headed down. The changing room had emptied out a bit again, so I stripped off, grabbed a towel and headed to the end cubicle.
And there I waited.
I cleaned myself several times and eventually just stood under the water waiting in anticipation.
But he didn’t come.
After what must have been twenty minutes or more, I accepted defeat and headed out to get changed.
I was more disappointed that I wanted to admit to myself. And embarrassed. Of course he didn’t come back, as if a guy like that is ever going to do anything with me again. I got insanely lucky once, I should just feel happy about that.
And that’s how it was for the next week. I did my classes, showered on my own when most people had gone, and went home.
I did have one new routine which was furiously wanking my dick every night to the image of Matts beautiful body, the water dripping off his muscles as he stared into my eyes and wanked his massive cock. It was etched in my mind forever.
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A week later I got to the end shower cubicle after a very rigorous class from Matt and a nice post class smoothie. I turned the shower on and let the hot water soothe my aching body. My mind was elsewhere, so I only realised someone had come into the showers when I heard the water turn on.
My stomach did about ten somersaults.
Could it be? Is it Matt?
I turned around to face the shower doors so I could look through the crack, and there was that now familiar muscled back and meaty ass that had been fuelling my wanks every night.
He was back.
I actually stopped breathing for a minute. I just stood there looking as my dick grew hard. I could see him soaping his body under the water, his hands running all over it and slowly he turned so I could see his broad chest and ripped abs. And there was his perfect and huge cock swinging between his legs. His hand moved down his body towards his cock, then he started gently rubbing it.
I watched as it started to grow.
He hadn’t looked at me yet, he was looking down at his cock. One hand now played with his balls as the other started jerking his dick. It was getting bigger. Watching that monster grow to full size was a thing of beauty.
Soon he stood there, with the water running down his body, holding his ten-inch cock in both his hands and gently stroking it. His cock head bulged. I was now leaning against the doors of my shower straining to see into his.
Matt then looked up. His eyes locked with mine.
For a while he carried on stroking his cock while looking into my eyes. Then, without saying anything, he opened one half of his shower cubicle. I did the same to mine.
But this time he then opened the second door.
Oh my god.
His cubicle was now fully open. I had an unobstructed view of him. I quickly opened mine, and now we stood there a few feet apart both hard and wanking our cocks and starring into each other’s eyes.
I could see every inch of him. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. My nightly wanks hadn’t done him justice. His big pecs bounced a little as he jacked his cock and his abs rippled with tightness. He took a step back suddenly and I thought something was wrong, but he just leant against the back wall of the shower and bent his legs a little so he could really fuck his cock into his hands.
Wow. What a sight.
I was furiously wanking my hard cock, my eyes taking in every inch of him.
He closed his eyes and leant his head back against the wall, lost in the feelings of jerking his own cock.
Clearly, he got off being watched. But would he like more?
I had no idea.
But at that moment, seeing this beautiful, muscled god leaning against the shower wall, eyes closed, jacking his dick, I had a crazy thought. And before I could really think if it was a good idea…
I stepped forward.
I looked down the corridor, there was no one around.
Matts eyes were still closed.
So, I walked forward and into his shower cubicle.
Then I reached my hand out…
And took hold of his cock.
Matts eyes shot open.
Fuck.
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