I was right in front of him, my hand gripping the end of his cock. His hand was still holding the rest.
He was staring at me.
I didn’t know if he was going to scream, or punch me, or worse.
All I know is seeing this man masturbating this close to me had made me crazy, and I couldn’t stop.
He didn’t move; he just looked at me. Then, he slowly took his hand off his cock and dropped his arms to his side. Then he closed his eyes again.
I was not going to question it. I now took a proper grip of his cock and started wanking him. My hand just fit around it, he was so thick! I couldn’t believe how incredible his cock felt, meaty and warm and so hard it was almost pulsing. I wanted to make sure he enjoyed this, so I got both my hands and started really working his cock.
I jerked him from base to tip; there was so much pre cum it was easy to get a good rhythm. I made sure my grip was tight and worked that cock like my life depended on it.
Matt’s eyes stayed closed, and he was moaning and grunting as I wanked him.
“Mmmm, fuck” he said, “wank me, fuckkk yeah”.
I could just hear him over the sound of the shower but hearing him say that nearly made me cum without touching my cock.
I got bolder as he was clearly into it and who knows if I’ll get this chance again, so I started wanking him with one hand and with the other I felt his body.
Wow.
I ran my hand up his abs and to his pecs, his big meaty pecs, as the water ran down him from the shower. I felt his nipple and he gasped a little. He liked his nipples being touched. I gently pinched and squeezed one nipple then the other one. I felt his cock twitch a little in my hand.
I then brought my hand down and put my it on his balls, fuck they felt good. His balls were smooth; he obviously shaves and keeps them tidy. His pubes were also shaved so he clearly likes to keep it all tidy.
I started tugging on his balls a little and massaging them as I kept wanking his cock.
Matt was now grunting hard; his whole body was tensing.
Fuck I think he’s gonna cum.
I’m gonna make this god of a man cum.
I went harder now, leaning into him to really jerk his cock. I kept my warm hand on his ball, massaging them.
He’s close, I can feel it.
“Unnnggggggg fuckkkkkkk” Matt grunted out.
His eyes shot open, and he looked straight into my mine as I felt his cock jerk and his cum started spraying out. I felt stream after stream hit my chest. I looked down to watch it shooting out his cock.
What a fucking sight.
I looked back up and Matt was just staring at me. I kept jacking him while he kept shooting.
It went on for ages, he just kept cumming.
Finally, he stopped, and his whole body relaxed.
My hand was still holding onto his cock. I didn’t want to let go, but eventually I let his meat slip out my hand, and I stepped back.
Matt didn’t say anything, he just stood there panting, in a post orgasm daze. I wasn’t sure what to do so I turned and walked back to my cubicle.
When I turned back Matt had already closed his shower cubicle doors. I could see him washing his body under the shower through the crack in his door.
I closed the doors to my shower.
After only a minute or so I heard his shower stop, he dried himself off and left the showers without another word or even a look at me.
I didn’t care; I got to feel his cock and wank him till he shot a huge load all over me. And staring into his eyes as he orgasmed was so intense. He had this look of pure lust. I felt like I’d won the lottery.
I still had some of his cum on me, his shower had washed some off annoyingly, but he shot such a huge load that I still had some on my chest and legs.
I scooped it all up and again got to taste his beautiful, sweet and salty taste. Then I wiped the rest on my cock and used it as lube to wank. I was so hard as I jacked my cock thinking of how good his cock felt in my hand and how incredible it was feeling it jerk as he shot his load.
Very quickly I shot my load all over the shower wall and floor. I stood there gasping for breath as the last of my orgasm subsided.
I showered off and then headed to the changing rooms.
Matt was gone, of course.
After I changed and I started thinking about what happened. Again, he hadn’t touched me, but we had done a lot more than last time. It seemed I was getting used by a straight guy to get off.
Normally this isn’t me. I like a little romance, to get to know someone before jumping into bed. And here I was being used and then ignored but this guy. But I didn’t care one bit. I would do anything this man wanted, take as little or as much as he would give me, that was the truth. He was just too damn goodlooking. I felt lucky to even be in his presence, let alone allowed to touch his cock and get him off.
That night I dreamt of the shower, of Matt and his perfect cock. But this time, as I wanked him, I felt his hand on the top of my head pushing me down towards his cock, and his hands holding my head as he slid his cock into my mouth…
When I woke up the next morning, I desperately hoped I would see him again in the showers, and that I could make my dream a reality.
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