When I walked into the shower I saw you: young, slender, smooth, soapy and wet standing under the spray. You didn’t flinch, but stood there with your half plump cock dangling in front of you. The soap was running down your chest, only slowed by the happy trail that started at your naval. Catching a subtle, knowing glance in my direction, I knew that you had caught me staring and enjoyed the attention. I felt a flush of embarrassment when my cock started to grow but you simply closed your eyes and leaned your head back rinsing your hair. I turned away not wanting to lose control completely and found a shower head on the adjacent wall.
As I turned on the water and stepped back to let the water warm, I glanced back at you. This time, there was no pretense, no subtlety, you were looking at my body, at my cock. I could see your member becoming more full, lengthening. I realized that my own cock, already growing, was starting to rise up, but you didn’t look away; just gave a sly grin and stared. I moved under the water and felt it wash over me gathering and swirling around my groin. I felt it running down the length of my shaft and over my head. Then you turned, shut off the water and gathered your things. Turning once again toward me. I could see your cock swing in that way that only a semi hard cock does and when I looked up at your face you gave me a nod that said, “I’m leaving, and we’ll definitely meet again.”
Each day I had come to the gym I had been disappointed that you weren’t there. I thought I had missed my only chance. There had been other days when I heard the shower running and turned the corner only to be disappointed by seeing a fellow faculty member who looked equally disappointed to see me. After a blush of recognition, we quickly carried on with the business we were meant to be doing.
It was a week later; I had rushed through my workout with the faint hope of seeing you. You hadn’t been in the gym, but I consoled myself by ogling another beefy gym boy who was so focused on his own reflection that he didn’t notice me despite my attempts to be obvious. Once he left, I was able to concentrate on my final sets. I was feeling pumped and after checking out my own physique in the mirror, I was pretty pleased with the result.
I had given up on catching you again thinking it was a once off, and took no notice of the showers running. So when I hung my towel outside and turned the corner into the shower I was elated to see you on your knees in the shower sucking on the same hot gym boy with a massive cock. He has his head thrown back, enraptured by your mouth skills. Your own cock was rock hard and oozing precum as it stood straight out.
His back was turned to the wall at an angle so he didn’t see me come in nor did he hear me, but I saw your eyes look my way and you never stopped. Your head was moving up and down the full length of his shaft with your hand following. As I moved closer my dick was fully hard and you eyed it like it was going to be desert. I moved around and found a shower head next to you. His hands were on the back of your head more to give him some stability as his legs wobbled. I could see him starting to rise up on his toes and I could see his balls drawing up as you continued a steady pace. His beautiful hard ass muscles began to clinch and his mouth opened. A whimper as he quickly bit his lip to suppress another, louder moan. I could see you press your head even deeper down to his bush and hold it there while he shuddered, both hands now pulling his hips forward.
When he finally settled back on his heels and looked down at you he saw me there, and without a word withdrew his softening dick, drew back the foreskin, and let the rivulets of water rinse the remains of the cum off the tip. There was no sign of shock or embarrassment or even judgement, just an acknowledgement that he was done and you were released from your duties. He turned off the shower, glanced down at my throbbing cock in my hand, looked at me with a big grin and a wink as if to say he was turning you over to me, and walked out.
I looked down at you. Never having left your knees, you were facing me, one hand on your cock, your face looking up at me with your mouth slightly open like a puppy waiting for a treat. I turned on the water so that the sounds of slurping wouldn’t be echoing through the locker room and I stepped toward you. Your free hand reached under and took my dangling balls and with a gentle tug you guided my cock head toward your mouth.
At first you only licked the precum that was dangling from the tip. Then I felt your lips caress the head and felt your tongue slide underneath tickling the frenum; I shuddered. Your hand held me steady as you slid your tongue and mouth down my shaft until the head pressed against the back of your throat. Applying just the right amount of pressure, you drew back and again pressed forward. I had never felt anything like it. Your mouth enveloped my cock. It was smooth and tight like no hole I’d ever penetrated and the rhythmic movements slow and steady and concentrated. The pace varied in anticipation of my hips movements, never getting out of sync. Your hands had moved to my hips and pulled me deeper with each thrust. I could feel your throat making more room each time my cock pressed against it and without ever losing the rhythm I felt it finally give way and stretch. The final inch sunk down your throat as you buried your nose buried in my pubes and pressed deeply against my pelvic bone. There you paused and contracted your throat to massage the head of my cock. It was magical. Without even moving your head I felt the undulations on my shaft and I didn’t want it to stop. As you began to pull back, your tongue kept the pressure on the bottom side of my shaft and then slid over the tip before you dove down again just as deep to continue your rhythmic pumping.
I felt the throbbing in my cock and the contractions in my pelvic floor, the waves rising tension in my taint as my balls began to draw up. I knew it was coming and I grabbed your shoulders to keep my balance. I’d just watch the last guy and now I knew what he was feeling. The convulsions in my pelvic floor were getting stronger and finally with a series of uncontrollable spasms I exploded just as my cock reached deep into your throat. I pulled you close and held you there with your nose buried in my bush. You didn’t resist or pull back or gag; you just squeezed my cock with your throat muscles milking out every drop with every aftershock that I gave. When I realized how tightly I was holding you I looked down and saw your eyes smiling up at me like I had just given you the present you’d been waiting for, and you waited patiently for me to pull back my hips, holding me in order to slurp the last bits of cum from the tip.
I stepped back. Your gaze never faltered as you deftly rose to your feet. You grabbed my softening cock and pulled me close, kissed me and I felt your tongue slip between my lips. I tasted my cum. I sucked in and savored it. I grabbed your slender frame and pulled you close and felt your still hard cock press against me.
Just then we heard the locker room get noisy. You nodded toward the sauna and I followed with lustful anticipation.
