Drew was talking on the treadmill, about to reach the 4 mile mark when his phone died. It was 3:45 am. The college Sophomore couldn't sleep from the mountain of stress that crushed his mind on a day-to-day basis. For every conceivable activity on campus he was the master - a true academic mastermind. Chairman of the Economics Club, leader of the math and chess team, as well as a triple major, in theater, mathematics and biology. Drew got off the treadmill, his legs jello from the workout, sweat pouring down his face. He walked over to a mirror that formed one of the walls of the gym. Not a soul was here. The facility was open 24 hours a day for the students to work out.
He looked at himself the mirror, admiring his efforts lately. Drew wore a baggy grey tank-top and nylon blue short shorts with a 5 inch inseam. He would've preferred longer shorts but his girlfriend, Anna, loved him in the short short look. He remembered complaining to her that he looked gay wearing them but she - fairly - pointed out that "gay" doesn't mean anything anymore... Drew was about 5'6", very thin with tan skin. He posed side profile, checking out his ass, now round and shapely. Honestly in this shorts he looked fucking great... he knew it too.
Without his phone, Drew's workout was as good as over. Should he head home and charge it? What if he got ahead on club work? Maybe some time away from everyone would be nice ... it is the middle of the night after all. How about a shower and a steam! Drew smiled just thinking of the relaxation awaiting him. The school gym had a very, very nice steam room in each locker room and usually during the day they got way too crowded and gross but at this time of night there would be no one around.
Drew stripped off his clothes and unlocked his locker, throwing in his shirt before ripping off his socks/shoes and tossing them in. Finally he pulled off his shorts and boxers, locking them away and walking toward the towel rack at the end of the room - near the steamer. There's something weird about being completely alone naked in any room, even if you're supposed to be. As Drew rounded the corner of the last row of lockers, a voice called out to him: "Hey! Drew!"
Oh my god no... thought Drew... Liam Hoffer ... the worst. He couldn't believe out of all the people in the world that could possibly be in this room at this time. Maybe he was dreaming? Maybe this was some kind of trick?
"Drew?" The voice called again. yup. That's him.
Drew
hated
Liam. With a burning passion. Liam was the captain of the Squash team and president of the Pi Kappa Phi fraternity. A pure jock - just like the kids that bullied him in high school. He was some idiot playing a game no one even cares about, fucking every girl he laid his eyes on. Liam was a blonde, very tall and toned, muscular but not too weird looking or anything. Even Drew would admit Liam was attractive. He was wearing flip-flops, sweatpants and an athletic polo. Almost in slow-motion, Drew watched as Liam's eyes dart downward and take a look at his penis before returning to meet his eyes.
Part of the reason Drew loved working out at night and avoiding the crowds was his ... not-so-well-endowed member. Truth be told his penis was tiny and he only recently found out. Growing up, he only had one girlfriend in high school, who Drew lost his virginity to. He figured his 2 inch dick was smallish but not tiny ... but when he got to college he realized how fucked he was. 2 different women have dumped him the minute they saw him naked for the first time - Despite his gym perfect body!
"Here!" Liam said, tossing a towel to Drew. "I figured you're looking for these."
"Thanks" Drew said, stiffly.
"I didn't think anyone would be down here it's so late!" Liam said.
"Me neither. Clearly." Drew said. Liam laughed, which surprised Drew.
Drew still hated him, and now, he was totally humiliated! That frat-boy dumbass now knows about his tiny dick and he's definitely going to tell all his "brothers" oh god! They're gonna have such a laugh over me.
"I work here." Liam said, answering a question from no one.
"One of the perks of being an athlete? You get a "job" that has no work so the school can give money to you?" Drew taunted.
Liam's face remained unchanged: "No..." He laughed. "The perk is I can usually jerk off alone in the steam room." He laughed again. "Or maybe sneak a girl in. It's better than hot tub sex. You ever fucked in the hot tub?"
"You jerk off in the steam room? People use that that's fucking disgusting!" God this guy is so annoying, drew thought.
"I'm joking dude. I'm just trying to be nice. Well it's a steam room in a college gym ... I'm not sure how often you go in there but there are probably 50,000 loads of cum on the ceiling. That's why we clean it every night."
"I was planning on going in there - if you don't mind holding back your lust for a few minutes."
"You don't have to talk like a dick," Liam said flatly, "I get it. You're here you want space I'm just trying to talk. I don't know why you hate me."
"Don't hate you. I don't even think about you." Liam laughed instantly at this, and Drew knew it was false too.
"You talk shit on me to your clubs you think I don't know about that? Listen like it's fine I just wanna know why. I didn't do anything to you. I think you're cool you do theater with one of my brothers- "
"I don't hate you. Like I just said. I get that you're not the smartest fella Liam, but I don't hate you, we're just not friends." Drew said.
"Is this about your girl? You know I never slept with her right?"
Drew was filled with rage. "UGH!" Drew hated Liam was because they were different, yes, but also because he knew that his girlfriend had (like every girl in his class freshman year) tried to fuck Liam. All Drew knew for sure was that she asked him out and he politely declined... it's so shameful to think the woman he obsessed over was turned down by anyone. Should he go home? No! He wasn't gonna let this thug ruin his life. He walked past Liam and threw open the heavy glass door to the steam room.
It was hot, hazy and thick in there. Drew settled on an upper step, sitting with his towel wrapped around his waist. After a minute of acclimation, he rested his back against the warm tiled wall. Sweat and water merged on his skin. Drew thought about what Liam was saying about the loads. He tried to look up but the ceiling was barely visible through the cloud of steam that filled the room. Pushing the thought out of his mind, Drew was finally starting to loosen up a little. He began stretching and resting his body in different positions, trying to find some release. After about 8 minutes of heat. He figured it was time for a break. Drew stepped out. The cool air felt otherworldly ... the sensation was amazing. The locker room was silent. Curious, Drew walked around the room, seeing if Liam was still hiding out. Not a soul around. Drew turned on of the showers, set to cold, and hopped in, rinsing himself off before grabbing a fresh towel and heading back for the steam room.
After a few minutes into the second session, Drew felt comfortable enough to remove his towel and began doing yoga. He felt so ... liberated doing yoga in the nude. Especially when one of the poses had a sexual feel to it. Drew pushed himself into downward dog, sticking his ass up into the air. Him and his girlfriend probably had sex once or twice a month because he was so busy. He didn't really think about sex a lot so it didn't matter that much, but for whatever reason the Yoga, the nudity had put some blood in his dick.
Drew sat on a stair in the steam room, his dick now fully erect. He knew if he went home now there's no way his girlfriend would fuck him. She hated being woken up for any reason. Maybe one more load on the ceiling wouldn't cause a problem. Maybe they'd even make Liam clean it up. Drew began playing with his balls, wondering if he should really start tugging. The lust was taking over, slowly building. He began stroking, slowly but with a firm grip. Drew closed his eyes and let the pleasure flow through his body. Drew moaned to himself, softly, but he always moaned. Then the door flew open.
Drew tried to quickly cover himself with his hands and legs, before looking up to see Liam, clad only in a town tied at his waist, awkwardly scratching his head.
"What the fuck! You creep!" Drew shouted, now finally reaching his towel to cover himself.
"Sorry I thought you left! I heard the shower run and ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Interrupt what?" Drew asked. Liam saw through it immediately, cocking his head over and making a disappointed face. "It's okay man. I get it. I figured you would've taken it home to the gf. My girl loves sucking me off after the gym."
Drew knew his jig was up: "She hates being woken up for anything..."
"Well you know, you should never play alone," Liam said before walking in and sitting down to Drew's left. He flipped his towel open and spread his legs wide, laying his back against the wall and his hands behind his head. He sighed with his eyes shut. Before grabbing his own, 8 inch flaccid cock and giving it a few pumps.
Drew was shocked and didn't know what to say ... that was how big his dick was ... soft? No wonder everyone wanted to sleep with him. Drew though about what it would feel like inside him, then felt ashamed for even thinking about it. He was straight. His girlfriend had fingered his ass a bunch of times and used toys on him but he was definitely straight.
"You're really cute you know." Liam said.
"Really? Would one of your brothers call you gay if I told them you said that?" Drew asked.
"Not really. No one talks like that anymore. Besides, I mean it."
"Are you gay?"
"Nope. But I am bi. I think everyone is now. Anyway, you're really attractive."