At the end of my task, when we were alone again, Jeff simply said, "shower time" and left the room.
I was so happy, and proud that I had managed to stay hard the entire time without touching myself in other men's presences... much... on one occasion, I could feel it dropping, so I reached down and gave it a shake. I heard Jeff laugh under his breath, and the conversation stopped for a moment, but I kept my eyes closed, and followed my orders!
I followed on his heels towards the shower bay, hiding my hard dick under my towel, as we moved to the same showers that we had had on our previous encounter.
He wasted no time with his stroking, and I followed suit. Watching him glide his hand along his thick shaft drove me to the edge quicker than I care to admit. I had to stop a few times, and he took notice of this. He then slid his foot under the divider, and wiggled it around. I wasn't sure what he wanted until he pointed to his lips, then to me, then to his foot.
I lowered myself onto the shower floor, onto my hands and knees, and started kissing his foot. As one point I looked up, and he was still slowly stroking his cock. When I looked back down, his foot was gone... and he bent over, and his hand came into view. The gap left about two feet between the floor and the divider. At first I kissed his hand, thinking that that was what he wanted, but he pulled away. This time I knew he wanted my dick, so I slide on my knees until my face and chest were pressed up against the wall. My knees were as far apart as they could get, and I managed to get just low enough for my dick to pass underneath.
He then went to work, slowly pulling on my dick, and rubbing my balls. He even reached under, and let his fingertip dance around my ass a few times. It made my whole body shake. My hips started thrusting with his movements, and I was lost in another dream zone... when his hand pulled away... I opened my eyes with a bit of shock, but he quickly replaced his hand with his foot. He was now using his foot to rub me. It didn't feel nearly as good, but looking through the smoked glass, and seeing him stroke his own cock added to my excitement enough that the foot was getting it done.
He started to push the head of his cock up against the window again, and I licked and kissed my side of that window like I could feel and taste the real thing. My hips were moving again, and I was getting to that edge one more time. Then it happened, I shot my load all over his foot as I slammed my hips into the divider. I didn't produce nearly as much cum as Jeff had, but it was enough that my legs started to shake as I finished up.
I started to push myself away from the glass wall, so that I could stand back up, but I noticed his cum covered foot was still hanging around. I looked up at him, and he pointed back down to his foot. I knew what he wanted. I knew what my orders were. So I leaned back in, and started to suck my cum off of him. I sucked every toe, and licked every curve until he was clean. Then I kept sucking cause I could hear his breathing getting heavier and louder. I sucked and licked until his toes went rigid, and then finally fell back to the floor.
When I looked back up for approval, I saw that he had shot a huge load all over the divider. His shower had stopped, and he was toweling off. I stayed on my knees watching his silhouette move around, trying to steal more glimpses of my obsession. After wrapping the towel around his waist, he used his finger to collect part of his load, stepped out of his stall, and opened my curtain. He then pushed his finger into my mouth, and told me to make sure I licked up every drop so that no one else finds it. He then stepped back, and continued to pretend to be toweling off, as I crawled from my shower stall, into his, and began licking the divider clean. He laughed a few times, and asked me how I liked it. I just kept going though. I needed to get it all into my mouth!
As I was finishing up, he reached over me and turned the shower back on, to its coldest setting. He told me to clean myself up, then walked away. I got back onto my feet, and stood there shivering in the water, as my erect dick shrunk back to its smallest possible size. It literally looked like a cheeto snack poking out between my legs.
For a second time, he stole my towel. Leaving me with nothing to hide my little friend. I walked back to my locker, feeling slightly less ashamed than I did last time, and found him again sitting, fully dressed, holding my towel. Only, the towel he was holding was sopping wet.
"Hey buddy! You forget to pick up a towel at the front desk again? Jeez... well... you can use my dirty towel if you like? I picked up two, one for the steam room and one for the shower... this one is from the steam room, but it's better than nothing, right?"
There were a few other people around, including the guy we had seen when I first arrived, and they could definitely hear what he was saying to me... and they definitely saw me reach out and accept his offer, and thank him for his kindness. I made eye contact with our other buddy, and he just smiled and laughed a bit to himself. I started to wonder if he knew what was going on, and if Jeff had done all of this before to someone else? The sad thing was, I was getting super turned on from the whole exchange, and my dick was reacting as best it could. It looked like a pinky finger sticking straight out.
The towel smelled like sweaty man. Sweaty Jeff. Sweaty Jeff and his hard sweaty cock! Fuck! The more I toweled off, the harder my dick was getting... I was in a rush to get dry enough to put my clothes on before the other guys saw what was happening. Jeff just stood and watched the whole thing happen. He smiled from time to time, and made the odd joke about whatever, just to get the other guys attention, and draw their eyes in our direction. When I looked up to my locker to grab my boxers, they were nowhere to be found. They had been replaced with white briefs that were cut high on the sides releasing the leg elastics, and that were a size too big. Jeff smiled.
I stumbled while trying to pull them on, as I felt the eyes of the other guys laughing at my awkwardness. When I finally regained my footing, and pulled them all the way up, they hung almost loosely from my waist, and dick was pushing the material away, forming a noticeable tent in front of me. I was turning red again, as Jeff continued to converse with the other guys. At one point, when I leaned in to grab my pants, and had my crotch hidden from view by my locker door, Jeff reached over, and grabbed my stiff prick tight, as he dove into a lengthy story for the guys. Part way through, he started to move his hand back and forth, and just as his story reached its climax, I shot a load into the underwear. I lasted maybe two minutes with him rubbing me. When I opened my eyes, everyone was laughing at the story, and Jeff was laughing at me. I turned away from them as best as I could, and quickly stepped into my pants. When I leaned back in to grab my shirt, his hand found my crotch again, and he massaged my hot mess into my grown, making sure that he smeared it around as much as possible. The loose undies did nothing to localize the spread either. I could feel it dripping down my thighs as I buttoned my shirt.
After finally getting myself fully dressed, and we stood next to each other facing our lockers, and packing our gear up... he said "That last bit was punishment for touching yourself in the steam room."
"Thank you, Sir. I deserved the punishment."
"Good boy. From now on, we work out at our usual time on weekdays, and I'll let you know when to show up on Saturdays, understood?"
"Yes Sir." I said, submitting once again to his power and control.
"Good boy. Oh, and from now on, I want you to wear these while we work out" and he handed me a ball of material.
As I unraveled the ball in my locker, I found three different coloured jock straps, one light blue, one pink, and one bright yellow. All three were made of a silky material, and not in the least bit masculine.
"Understood? What do you say?" he said as he smirked at me.
"Yes Sir, thank you for the gifts Sir. I look forward to showing them to you next time" my voice was reluctant, but my dick was still leaking precum in my pants.
"Oh, and you can wear those ones you have on now to and from the gym on Saturdays."
"Yes Sir! Anything you want Sir."
Once again, he turned and left like it had been any other day, and I stood there watching with a hard dick in my pants, a quick heartbeat, and thoughts that I couldn't control.
