Summary:
Straight guy discovers the joy of cock in gym shower.
Note 1:
This is a
NUDE DAY 2021
Contest Story, since nudity awakens a side of the protagonist he hadn't known existed.
Note 2: Thanks to
Tex Beethoven
for editing this story.
Crossing the Line
Moving to San Francisco for a new job as an investment banker, my biggest concern (in addition to my wife and kids not joining me until the school year was over in four months) was finding a good gym.
I'd loved my gym back home, and I worried about finding a new one I'd be comfortable with.
During my first day of work, one of my colleagues, Jake, in fact my immediate supervisor but a cordial one, convinced me to try out the gym he went to. "Trust me, there's no better gym in this town than The Crown. I'll even meet you there so you can do a first month's free trial as my guest."
"Cool," I said, Jake seeming like a pretty good guy, and a boss who was more supportive than... well... bossy.
So that same day after work I went to the gym, filled out a ridiculous amount of paperwork, changed, and did a workout with Jake. I felt it was a
very
good gym with a great vibe about it. However, as we finished our workout Jake said, "So I do need to warn you about something."
"Oh?" I asked, his tone oddly ominous.
"Yeah, it's no big deal, but with your coming out here from the South, you may find it strange," he said.
"I'm not some southern hillbilly," I objected.
"I know, but I'm just saying; we have a unique tradition here."
"Tradition?" I asked, his almost nonexplanatory explanation sounding all cloak and dagger-ish.
"Well, more like an extra perk."
"Okay," I said, not known for my patience, "So just get to the point and tell me."
"It's better if I show you," he put me off, leading me past the sauna and towards the showers.
"Hey, no sauna?" I called him on it, finding a ten-minute steam always helped my muscle recovery.
"Ordinarily yes," he agreed, "but today I want to show you something first."
"All right," I said, by now getting really curious.
We reached the shower area and I gasped. Two guys were on their knees sucking two other men, while three others seemed to be waiting in line at the far end of the surprisingly large shower area. It was twice as large as any I'd ever seen before. Just to paint a clear picture, the two guys sucking cock were kneeling facing diagonally out from the far right corner of the huge shower room.
"What the fuck?" I asked rudely.
"It's completely optional," Jake said, "but if you'd like to bust a nut, just go wait in line."
"Seriously?" I asked, this tableau seeming too extreme even for San Francisco's wild reputation.
"Yeah, there's usually at least one, but sometimes two, or even three cock suckers ready to service you," he explained rather matter of factly.
"I guess I
yam
a southern hillbilly," I joked, hamming it up while as I watched in perverse curiosity, "cos I ain't
never
seen nothin' back home like this heah, y'all!"
"Yeah, you uneducated hayseed," Jake tossed back, which he could only get away with because we were colleagues, and in just a single day we'd established an excellent rapport. "So if y'all wanna getcher rocks off, y'all jess git over yonder, and getcherself inter that there lion," he finished, out-hayseeding the actual hayseed.
"Really?" I asked, since levity aside, this arrangement seemed too outrageous to believe, even though I was looking right at it.
'Yeah, but pay attention," he said, pointing out a prominent diagonal red line painted on the floor separating the cock suckers' corner from the much larger expanse of the room allowed to the cock suckees and for men who just wanted to shower. "See that Line?"
"Yeah," I said, curious about its purpose.
"Cross the Line, and you too become a cock sucker," he explained.
"What? Really? No way!" I said, as I watched one guy on his knees bobbing intensely on a chubby man's dick.
"Yeah, the rules here are simple," Jake explained.
"And what are they exactly?" I asked, unable to stop watching, as the chubby guy grunted and obviously came in the kneeling guy's mouth.
"If you ever cross the Line, you're immediately and forever a cock sucker around here."
"You can't be serious?!" I expostulated/asked, as the chubby guy pulled out of the other guy's mouth, and a big black man with a ridiculously large cock stepped up and slid his cock inside the mouth, replacing him.
"Very serious," Jake said. "It's formally called 'Crossing the Line'."
"Creative," I laughed, as I couldn't take my eyes off of that black man and his huge cock.
"Yeah, if you cross the Line you become a cock sucker, and your purpose in life thereafter is to be on your knees serving all the other patrons of the gym," he explained.
"And what if someone crosses it by accident?" I asked.
"You just don't," he said, "or else," as he walked up to join the queue of men waiting to be sucked.
I followed him, not to join the queue, but to ask him some more questions.
"You
don't really receive blow jobs from guys do you?" I asked, knowing from her picture prominently displayed on his desk that he was married to a very pretty woman, and yet because of where he was standing, it seemed that he did.
"Of course I do," he answered affirmatively. "Our job is stressful, my wife doesn't really like giving them to me especially now that she's pregnant, and men can always give way better blow jobs."
"Seriously?" I asked, bewildered by what I was watching and what he was saying.
"Yeah, it's great to have guaranteed opportunities to getcherself awf, as they say in the South!"
"If that's supposed to be an impersonation, you'd better not quitcher day job!" I responded with a chuckle. "But what if nobody is here to do the sucking?" I asked, and now I was much closer, so I could clearly see how incredibly long the black guy's cock was, while his... server?... bobbed on it.
"Another rule is that a cock sucker isn't allowed to leave his post if he's the only one there, until he's replaced," Jake explained, as a slim Asian man uneventfully crossed the Line, dropped to his knees, and the next guy in line walked up, and just as uneventfully slid his cock in his mouth.
"Holy shit," I said, both because of what he'd just told me and what I'd just seen.
"Try it," he said. "Your wife is arriving what... four months from now? This is a great way to get your releases without cheating."
"It's still cheating," I pointed out, as my eyes continued being drawn back to the black man. I don't think it was his being black. It was just that his cock was so big.
"Semantics," he said.
"Why don't you come over and cross the Line?" the black man asked me. "Then I can give you a much closer look," having noticed my staring.
I shook my head in the negative, quickly turned around, scuttled to the other side of the showers and washed off... embarrassingly feeling my cock hardening.
As I washed I glanced over a couple of times, and both times the black man noticed, making me quickly avert my eyes.
I finished up and went to the change room, I was halfway dressed when the same black man walked past me. His towel was draped over his shoulders, and not remotely hiding his cock. He asked me, "You're new?"
"Yeah," I said, trying desperately not to look down at the fascinating big cock dangling between his legs.
"Married?" he asked, this question surprising me.
"Yeah," I answered, relieved that he'd now realize I wouldn't cross the Line.
"Good," he said, as he went to a locker just a few feet away from the one I'd been assigned.
I don't know why I asked, or why I even allowed the conversation to continue, but I asked, "Good why?"
He didn't look at me at all as he dialed his locker code, "Because married men make the best cock suckers."
"I'm not gay," I stressed, wanting to make that very clear.
"I never said you were," he said, drawing a shirt over his head, and since he was standing nearby, I could still see his big cock. Even though it was no longer hard, it was still massive. I knew I shouldn't keep looking, but it was just so majestic I couldn't help it.
"Good," I said, as he turned to me again, his cock still dangling like some chocolaty forbidden fruit.
"Most cock suckers here are married," he added.
"Really?" I asked, trying to resist the desire to look down at his dick again.
"Yeah," he said, then repeating his bizarre philosophy, "and like I said, married men make the best cock suckers."
I didn't respond, since his theory just seemed too far out there. I was married, and I'd never sucked a cock. Never considered sucking a cock. Never found guys attractive. Not
any
of them.
"I know what you're thinking," he continued, as he reached for a pair of boxers and I continued to avoid staring at his dick at all costs. I really
didn't
want to suck it, but I
was
in awe of its sheer size. "You're thinking, 'This is ridiculous. I'm married. I'm straight.' Yet deep inside you there's an insistent curiosity. I saw it in your eyes when you watched me while trying not to."
"I was just surprised," I defended myself, which to me seemed a pretty good excuse.
"Yeah, I imagine you were," he said, as he stood in front of me, boxers in hand, allowing me one last look at his cock. "But," he continued, as he caught me taking yet another nervous glance downwards, "there was more than just surprise on your face. There was curiosity there too."
"No, it was just surprise," I stressed, which I felt was mostly true, even though I still couldn't help glancing down at his black python.
"Sure," he said with just the slightest chuckle, as I
still
couldn't help glancing down at his cock once more... his tone making it clear he didn't believe me.
I turned away and reached for my clothes, just as Jake walked in.
"Hey, Vince," he greeted the black guy, thus informing me of the name of this guy whose dick was causing me so much confusion.
