Carl Davis sat at his desk, staring at his computer monitor. His mind wandered from his work to his fantasies. He spun around in his chair, and surveyed the downtown skyline. He had been working in this same office for over ten years now. The grind seemed the same every day; come to work, do the work, and leave work. Carl was restless. He needed something exhilarating to happen in his life, something to break up the monotony. He clicked on that special file on his pc, and began to glide through the hundreds of photos of nude men he had collected.
Carl shifted in his desk chair as he felt his penis begin to harden. He always wore boxers, and his erection began to show through his slacks. Carl's left hand drifted to his cock, and he pinched the head lightly. A flutter of pleasure eased through his body, and Carl fought to keep his wits about him. He knew his office was not the place to be masturbating, particularly with a group of his subordinates working in the next room. But Carl had become much more daring in the past months, always looking for that extra thrill. Massaging his erection when he knew there were close to thirty men and women in the next room was a tremendous thrill. He just couldn't prevent help himself.
Carl was 42, a nice looking African American, and he was gay, having come out of the closet nearly fifteen years ago. He had experienced several relationships with other men, but none had seemed to evolve into the intense sexual relationship he desired. Carl possessed an incredibly high sexual drive, and none of the men he had been with had been able to sustain his intensity level. He masturbated constantly, and spent hours at home viewing tapes from his vast collection of homosexual videos. Lately though, he had become slightly bored with even this. He knew that it was taking priority over any kind of real sexual relationship, and Carl had been rational enough to see a counselor about this subject.
He found that he enjoyed having someone to talk to about his desires, without any judgments. This had helped him, and he had become somewhat more stable in his sexual thinking, although lately he found it more difficult to control. Carl accredited this to the unusually hot summer, as he was seeing more and more of the bodies of men he encountered. But he did seem to stay in control of his feelings. He had stopped going to the gym for a while, in the hopes that this would clear his mind. But recently he had been so tempted to just take out his cock at work, and jack-off right at his desk. But his rise to the position of regional manager of a nationwide insurance company was a prize he did not want to lose. But still, he could not resist thinking of men.
Carl leaned back in his chair, and took a long drink from the glass of tea sitting on his desk. His erection pulsed under his boxers and pants. Carl pondered the question of whether or not to finally go back to the gym. It had been a month since his last visit, and there were a lot of cute gay men who went on Friday. It didn't take long to come to a decision: he would go, and have fun.
Leaving the office around noon, he drove to his condominium, packed a gym bag with everything necessary for an afternoon at Walker's. Carl was so thrilled that he had made the decision to be a gym-rat for the afternoon, and he thought of all the men he would see: men in workout wear, in underwear, and in jockstraps, his ultimate favorite. His erection pushed against his pants as he pulled into the parking lot. Carl showed his gym identification at the front desk, and hurried to the locker room. Men were everywhere now, and Carl did his best to show off his hard cock. Friday was the wildest day at the gym.
There were so many gay men, and each seemed to be exhibiting what they had to offer. He saw a lot of guys he knew, trying to ignore the questions about why he had been such a stranger. Carl sensed that the sexual air of the gym seemed to be more intense than ever before. He moved to his locker, which was at the front end of the first row, exposing him to the looks of anyone whom walked by. Carl's hands shook as he nervously stripped. He paused when he got to the point of wearing just his white boxers: his cock made a tent in the fabric. Just being in this locker room was overloading his sexual nervous system. Ten feet away a young man, looking to be in his early twenties, was shaving nude in at the sink, and Carl could see that he was looking at him via the mirror. The young man's round ass, white in comparison with his tanned body, created a shudder in Carl that ripped through his body.
He quickly removed his boxers, and his cock stood out straight from his body. The crown of his cock glistened, and Carl could not take his eyes off the man at the sink. He managed to snap out of his dreamlike state, and he reached into his bag, taking out a jock strap. He did his best to stuff all of his eight inches into the pouch, and he donned a pair of tight lycra work-out shorts, and a tank top, finally finishing by putting on his socks and work-out shoes. When he looked up again, the young man had vanished. Carl took a deep breath, and made his way to the main gym area, his cock still semi-hard. He talked with several men he knew before running through a one-hour workout. Carl brutalized nearly every machine, and his body glistened with sweat.
Guys were stopping their own routines to watch him pump his toned body. When he finished, he quickly retired back to the locker room, where it seemed to be full of men, who had finished the daily aerobics class, which had ended only five minutes before. Nude and semi-nude men were everywhere in the spacious locker area. Carl took a deep breath, amazed at the sight of all of the cocks he was able to see. He hurriedly stripped out of his socks, shoes, and shorts, leaving on his jock for now. He walked to the water cooler, passing row after row of lockers packed with men stripping off their clothes. Carl's jock did little to hide his erection, and he loved it.
A guy he knew, Bill, greeted him nude at the cooler, his cock stretching out from his body in a lazy semi-erection. They chatted for a few minutes, and then Bill stunned Carl by telling him that the owner of the gym, Alex, had recently come out to his family, and that there would be a gym party that night to celebrate. Bill explained that there would be around thirty guys there, and every man was required to wear a only a jock. He told Carl how much everyone wanted to see him there, and reached out to rub his fingers along the pouch of Carl's jock.
