After dating my girlfriend for only about 6 months, we decided to move in together. This meant finding a new grocery store, a new dry cleaner, and of course, a new gym. Fortunately, living in downtown Toronto, we had great options for all three. The gym was the highlight. The same chain had two locations almost side by side due to a recent take over, and the one we started frequenting had far fewer people. We weren't people watchers at the gym either, we went in, did our thing, and left. As often as possible, we would go together to keep each other motivated. Due to a suddenly heavier workload for my girlfriend however, I found myself going more often on my own.
My name is Mark, I'm a 34yr old young professional, working in sales, and eager to start a family with my girlfriend Lindsay. She's also in her early 30s, 5'6, 115lbs, slim and firm. Cute small tits, and a beautiful shaved pussy. I'm about 6'2, 185lbs, also in good shape.
Gyms are like a small community, the more often you go, the more people you get to know. Some like to strike up full conversations while others go for the simple 'head nod of recognition.' One of my new gym friends was a man named Jeff. Somewhat of a social butterfly, he would often stop by to chat with both Lindsay and I, and mostly about his life. One of 'those' guys. As harmless as he was, it could get quite annoying at times.
The gym wasn't that big, and neither were the locker rooms. With wall mirrors set up the way they were, you could pretty much see every corner from every corner. I was a little uncomfortable with this at first, but I had been working hard on my body, and found myself feeling more and more confident about it. I'd take my time toweling off, would stand in my boxers looking at my phone for extended periods as well. In fact, I started to get turned on by the sideways glances that I would pick up from some of the gay guys who worked out there. I myself am not gay, but it's definitely a compliment when anyone finds you attractive, I think.
My workout schedule was fairly regular, arriving around 1pm, and being showered and out by about 1.30pm. Except on Saturdays when I would spend an extra bit of time in the sauna and steam room to work the weekly stress out of my body. Jeff seemed to be on a similar schedule, with only occasional weekend run ins.
On one of these Saturdays, things changed forever. After a good hard workout, I stood at my locker in my sweaty boxers, reading a few emails and catching up on what I'd missed in the previous hour on twitter. As I looked up from my phone, I saw Jeff undressing, while keeping his eyes firmly fixed on my groin. I had had no idea that he swung that way, and to be honest couldn't care either way. I'm comfortable enough with my own sexuality to not be intimidated or bothered by others.
We made some small talk, and I noticed that he slowed his undressing, and almost stopped as he neared full nudity. His boxers had a nice tent going, and as he lowered them I noticed, what looked like a semi hard cock hanging between his legs. I only say "looked like" cause I couldn't be sure what his flaccid dick looked like, but this was definitely a cock. Just then he asked me a question, which brought my eyes from his groin to meet his. I was smiling. Big mistake. He smiled back, and stood there with his hands on his hips, and his thick cock hanging heavily between his legs. He gave me a "like what you see?" look, and just stood there, like a deer in headlights.
Shorter than I am, Jeff stands at about 5'8, and probably also around 190 or 200 pounds. I'd guess he was about 45 yrs old, and generally a solid looking dude. Dark hair, clean shaven on both his face and crotch, and in good shape physically.
The eye contact, and ensuing pose gave me a bit of a panic, and I rushedly shed my boxers, grabbed my towel, and headed for the steam room. It was tough, but I managed to avoid any more glances towards his lower region.
I found a spot on a bench, and leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. As all guys do, I had to unwrap my towel in order to sit comfortably (gym towels are always too small). You end up sitting on one end, and the other wraps over one thigh and as far across your lap as it can reach. It rarely makes it to the other leg, and often just sits covering your pubic area.
I opened my eyes as the door opened, and in walked Jeff. He climbed up onto the bench beside me, putting his crotch at my eye level, and dumped some cold water into the steam room censor. This was a common practice to make the machine pump more heat and steam into the room, so I thought nothing of it, until he turned towards me and opened his towel. There it was again, his thick cock hanging right in front of me. I couldn't help but stare at it. He was circumcised, and his balls were shaved bare and god were they big. They looked like two kiwis in a silk bag.
He said hello with a half smile and slowly lowered himself onto the bench next to me. He sat on his towel, and covered himself the same way I had. Fortunately there were two other men in there, and the four of us chatted casually as we let the steam relax our muscles. After about 15 minutes, the two other gentlemen rose and left.
My heart suddenly went into a slight panic. As the door slid shut, he stood again to pour more water from his bottle onto the sensor. He stood naked next to me for a good 30 seconds to do so, and I couldn't help but watch him the entire time. My dick was swelling again, and my heart was racing. He looked down a few times, and saw me looking, but I just couldn't help myself. It looked so powerful, so full. He sat again, but didn't cover himself at all this time.
Jeff and I continued to talk as a fresh wave of steam poured into the room. I thought it best to close my eyes again. Hoping that this would kill any thoughts he might have had, and also give my dick time to ease down. I wasn't so lucky however, as even with my eyes shut, his cock was all I could see. Suddenly, I could feel his hand rest gently on my leg. My body twitched, and then settled again. It was turning me on. I didn't want it to. I wanted it to stop, that's what I kept telling myself, but my body was disobeying me. My cock began to swell, and as much as I wanted to pull away, I just left him there. We talked about work, and sports, and life at home... random things, but his hand was slowly rubbing me the whole time. Up and down my thigh, gentle squeezes, until he finally slid my towel off, and my semi hard dick jumped up. I felt his hand on my sweaty thigh. I felt it move closer and closer to my crotch. My hips started gently thrusting, hoping that doing so would get his fingers onto my dick sooner. He was teasing me. Getting ever so close, then moving away. My dick was raging now, and the talking had stopped some time ago. He danced his fingers all the way from my knee to my upper inner thigh, and just as they started to wrap themselves around my shaft, we heard talking from the other side of the door.
The door swung open, and two or three more guys walked in. I panicked hard, my heart was racing, and my eyes flew open, my hands grabbed for my towel. I leaned forward on the bench to hide my erection, and jumped into the middle of a sentence to make it seem like we'd been talking or something. I wasn't really sure; I just knew I wanted to get the hell out of there. Fortunately Jeff played along, and kind responded to what I was saying. The guys who were coming in had also been talking, and with rush of steam that hit them, I'm pretty sure they didn't notice anything. After a few minutes I stumbled up to my feet, announcing my departure, and clumsily wrapped my towel around my waist trying to hide my still swollen dick as I walked out. I kept my head down and headed straight for the showers.
As with all gyms, lockers, or any space with multiple showers, the water pressure varies from stall to stall, and I had my favourite at the back right hand corner. The doors were curtains, and the walls separating the stalls were smoked glass. The moment I was inside, and the water was running, I grabbed a hand full of lotion and gave my dick a good pull and massage as the water poured over my head.
I'd say I'm about average in that department. Never had any complaints, or anyone finding it too big. I'd say I'm about 6" hard, and a good size around.
Just then the shower next to mine started up, and based on the silhouette I could see through the wall, it was Jeff. He also seemed to be giving himself a good soaping down below, and man was he hung. I couldn't see any detail, but I also couldn't stop looking. Thick, and long, his cock was mesmerizing. I couldn't take my eyes off it as my own stroking picked up in intensity. Just then, some water hit the glass wall and broke me out of my daydream. And then again. It was him. He saw me looking, and was looking right back at me. I wanted to stop and leave, but something held me there. I felt transfixed on him as my dick got bigger and harder than it had been in a long time, and my balls were aching for release! He turned towards me, and pressed the head of his cock up against the window and kept stroking. Almost as if commanded, I did the same. He even leaned forward at one point and put his mouth on the other side of where my dick was touching, and it sent shivers down my spine. My head went back, and my eyes shut hard.
As my mind wandered to magical places, and the pleasure rushed through my body, I was once again brought back to earth as I heard his curtain slide open. I felt abandoned, and hurt. Like maybe I did something wrong so he left me there, dick in hand... literally. As I collected my thoughts, his hand suddenly came through the curtain, and grabbed my dick. He stood just outside my stall, occasionally glancing towards the door, with one hand rubbing my cock, and the other on his own. It felt so amazing and so uncomfortable all at the same time. His soapy hand worked me hard and fast as he built his own steam. It was sending electricity through me! I felt like a plaything, a sexual toy, and pile of nerve ends, I was on cloud nine! I think he could tell too. My breathing was picking up, and I was getting close. In that moment when we lose the ability to control anything except our want to explode, he stepped through the curtain, and used the hand he had been stroking himself with to grab my face. Well, he slid his thumb into my mouth, and gently closed the rest of his fingers on my face. He gently guided me down to my knees as he continued to stroke me. I was in a daze, with my dick throbbing, the heat from the shower, I didn't really know what was happening. The water rinsed the soap from his monstrous cock as he stood and released my own. I was now face to face with his cock, which had to be at least eight or nine inches long, and thick as my wrist.
As the suds washed off, he pushed it forward and into my wanting mouth. He withdrew his thumb as he replaced it with the head of his monster. His other hand now grabbed my head as well, and he slowly began to fuck my mouth. He then leaned back against the wall, and used one of his feet to give little kicks to my balls. The first contact was a bit of a shocker, but each one after made my dick rage harder and harder. He whispered "you like that? Tasting my thick cock? I saw you looking, I knew you wanted it. What would your girlfriend say? Does she know you suck cock like a pro? Does she know how bad you want my cock? "
