Everyone loved Matts classes.
He ran a weight session at this boutique gym I had been going to, and you always had to book to get into his class. Mainly, as the classes were so good. He had this fun, but he also pushed you hard. So, you know you were gonna get a good work out in.
But also, he was hot. Like, really really hot. He was in his early thirties, with dark hair, tanned skin and the kind of muscles you only get if you have been going to the gym every day for years. Big arms and pecs with perfect abs and a very sexy v-line. He would wear these low-cut tank tops and tight-fitting shorts in class, and seeing his rippling body covered in sweat every class was enough to make me keep coming back. At the end of each class, he would stand at the door as you leave and give you a high five, and my heart did a little flutter every time.
Of course, he was straight. He had a gorgeous girlfriend I had seen a few times around the gym, and I had recently heard they just had a kid together.
The class was full of guys, a lot of them gay (I am sure going for the same reasons as me) so the changing room after class was always rammed. I got very self-conscious being around all these very toned, buff guys so would hold back a bit after class until it got quieter.
I am not in bad shape myself; I go the gym four times a week and also enjoy running so I have pretty decent body for a guy in his early thirties. I don’t have a six pack, but I do have a nice, toned stomach and am particularly proud of my ass. I admit it’s my favourite part to work on in the gym, so I have a nice bubble butt which does get a lot of compliments. But some of the guys here work out every day, so I prefer waiting to strip off till there’s less people in the changing rooms.
The showers are located just off the main changing room, down a little corridor. There is a line of four shower cubicles facing another four opposite. I know from some of the guys around the gym the end ones can get a bit cruisy during busy times. As much as I do find that hot, I don’t get involved. Again, a bit too self-conscious but also, I generally like going for a date before getting down to business. But I had been tempted a few times when I had been going through a particularly dry spell, and I hadn’t hooked up with a guy in a couple weeks, so I was feeling the horn.
On this particular day Matts class had been hard, harder than normal. He really pushed everyone. We were all dripping in sweat after and Matt was wearing a white tank top that had gone fully see through with sweat, so his pecs and rippling abs were on full display. I had to really focus so as not to get a hard on. At the end of class, we all shuffled out, and I couldn’t help but swoon a bit when he looked me in the eyes as he high fived me. Why is this straight man so hot?
I headed upstairs to the cafe to grab a post workout shake and wait for the changing rooms to quiet down after the class rush.
After about fifteen minutes I headed back down to the changing rooms. As I went in, I was glad to see there were only a couple guys finishing off getting changed. I went to my locker and got my stuff out then stripped down, grabbed a towel, and headed off to the showers.
The showers were empty, my favourite. Means I can have a nice long hot shower undisturbed. I took one down the end and hung my towel over the frosted glass doors. The doors to the shower cubicles are two frosted glass doors with a gap down the middle. This means if you look across you can see a little into the other shower. If someone else is there you can catch glimpse of them, and there have been times I’ve enjoyed a sneaky little look at a hot guy showering across from me.
I turned on my shower and started lathering up my body under the hot water. Damn that felt so good, my muscles were sore from class. I was enjoying the feel of the water on my skin when I heard someone coming into the showers. I didn’t think anything of it until they walked all the way to the end and started going into the cubicle across from me.
Considering all the other showers are free it seemed an odd choice.
Like I said I hadn’t got off in a while, but I wasn’t into cruising here, so I just I carried on soaping up my body. After a minute though I couldn’t help but have a look to see who had gone into the shower across from me. I could see a naked body under the steam of the shower. Wow, they had an amazing body. I could just see their rock-hard ass and muscly back and broad shoulders, then they turned, and I saw an insane rippling six pack and a handsome face.
Holy shit it was Matt.
Matt the gorgeous straight trainer was showering across from me. As I had this realisation his hands moved from where he had been soaping himself and I caught sight of his thick meaty cock. It was huge, swinging there between his thick things.
I realised I had stopped breathing and was just standing staring, I quickly resumed cleaning myself. The trainers do use the showers sometimes; I just hadn’t seen him in here before. I had heard he normally just left after classes and went home as he didn’t live far. But here he was, naked, right across from me.
Now I knew he was straight so nothing would happen, but the fact I get to see his naked body and that amazing cock would fuel my wanks for a long time. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but I had to steal a few more glances. My cock was already starting to get hard, so I tried to take deep breaths to calm it down.
I turned back around so I was facing towards his shower and could see him again through the door cracks. He was cleaning his body all over and he was facing me so I could see his abs and cock again. His hands started rubbing his cock…and kept rubbing it.
Was he getting hard?
He was pulling at his cock and was using his other hand to massage his abs. Fuck this is so hot.
Then I saw him look straight at me.
Oh shit. Busted.
I froze.
I had no idea what to do. I was caught staring.
But he didn’t stop rubbing his cock. He was now looking straight at me while rubbing his dick, and it was getting hard. I don’t know how, but it kept getting bigger. It had to be like nine or ten inches when at full hardness.
I was rock hard now, standing with the water running down me just watching as he started properly jacking himself off.
What he did next blew my mind.
Without saying anything he took one of the doors and opened it, so I had a much clearer view. I was completely mesmerised. I followed his lead and opened one of the doors of my shower and started wanking my cock.
How the fuck was this happening?
We were both standing facing each other, only a few feet away, with our showers running while jacking our cocks. This god of a man looking me straight in the eyes. I started to get bold, so I turned and started rubbing my ass, showing it off to him. He started jacking harder, really working his cock which had now reached a good ten inches.
I spread my cheeks and started fingering my hole, showing it off to him. Fuck he made me act so slutty. I moaned as I slid a finger in. He was now staring at my hole, his face pure concentrated lust. I slid a second finger in as I was jacking my cock too.
He started groaning quietly, this low rumble I could just hear it over the sound of the water. He was wanking his huge cock all the way from the base to the head, now using both hands. Then suddenly his head flew back, and he shot an almighty load of cum which flew across and hit me on my ass and lower back. I never seen cum shoot so far! He kept jacking as the wave of orgasm hit him, his cock shooting out so much cum. Fuck this guy’s balls were full.
He slowly came to a stop and shook the last of the cum dripping from his monster cock onto the floor. He didn’t look at me once as he stepped back into the shower and closed the door.
I didn’t know what to do, this perfect man’s cum was on my ass and lower back and I just watched him orgasm while jacking off to me. I closed my door too and stepped in but made sure the water didn’t wash of his cum.
He cleaned his body and then turned off the shower and dried himself off. Then left the shower cubicle and headed off to the changing room without so much as looking at me.
I stood there in shock. Did that just happen, or did I just have the most intense sex dream in the shower? I felt my ass and there was his cum, it happened. I scooped it off my ass and back and looked at it in my fingers. I smelt it, fuck that smelt good. Then I took my fingers and licked a bit of the cum. I tasted the sweet saltiness of it. Fuck.
I was feeling so kinky that with the rest still on my fingers I slid them back inside my ass and fucked myself with his cum, as I jacked my cock and blew my own huge load against the shower wall.
I was completely dazed after I shot. One of the most intense orgasms I had ever had.
I cleaned myself under the water and then dried off and headed out of the showers and back to the changing room.
It was empty. I went to my locker and got changed.
As I headed out, I didn’t see him anywhere.
I was confused. I know he was straight but what was that? We didn’t actually touch he just jacked off in front of me. I honestly didn’t care what he was, maybe just a horny guy that needed to get off and I was in the right place at the right time. And as much as I don’t normally do anything like this, I knew I would do anything for that man.
My main thought was will it ever happen again? I highly doubted it.
But as I left, I made sure to go to the front desk and book onto his next class.
And I will be back at the end shower cubicle; in case he wants round two.
