The steaming water hit my skin, rinsing away the sweat and the stress from the work-week. I'd started my Friday night workouts a year ago after breaking up with my girlfriend, and they've become a tradition. The gym's quiet in the evenings, letting me take my time as I work myself to exhaustion, leaving me feeling light-headed and refreshed - and more than a little horny, too. Working my muscles always leaves me feeling like that, and I enjoy stretching it out before I head home to jerk off.
I lathered the soap across my body. The bench press had left my skin taught across my pecs, and my heart beat was hard and steady. I worked my way down, feeling of how fit I'd become over the past few months, soaping up my stomach, and down to my groin. The hot blood coursing through my system had left my cock swollen, and it hung down, sliding against my thigh as I lathered. I kept my arousal bottled up inside, enjoying the sensations of soap and water while holding off an erection.
The clang of a locker broke me from my reverie, and I jerked my hands back. Embarrassment swept through me, even though I hadn't been doing anything. I turned towards the water, and started washing my arms -- hoping that the hot water would hide the burning in my cheeks. Christ, what was wrong with me? I didn't usually get this turned on after a work out, not to the point of fantasizing in a public shower. Hell, if I hadn't heard the locker slam, whoever it was might have come in here and seen me jerking off-
My heart skipped a beat and my cock twitched. A mental image flashed - me, down on my knees in a state of rut, getting caught jerking off wildly with the hot water coursing over my body - goddamnit, get a hold of yourself, Dan! I'd been working too hard lately. The last time I'd even had time to jerk off was... Tuesday. Shit, no wonder I was so horny. I hadn't even been laid since... what was her name? Carol? When I slipped my hand down her pants at the club and found that clit ring -
My thoughts slammed to a halt with an icy bolt in my chest as I noticed movement by the shower entrance. I steeled my features so that they wouldn't give away my thoughts, but the guy who came in spared only a brief glance in my direction before going over to one of the showerheads on the opposite wall.
Wake up, Dan! You saw this guy earlier, the only other patron there, running on the treadmill; you shouldn't have been surprised to hear him enter the shower. He was Asian, a bit shorter than me, with an athletic build; his muscles were slim, but defined. My thoughts drifted while I shampooed my hair. He'd been on that treadmill a long time, at least forty-five minutes. I remembered what I'd noticed at the time -- it had struck me that he seemed to have no leg hair whatsoever. Maybe that was just because Asians don't usually have much body hair, I'd thought. Wondering about this, I glanced back. But it wasn't his ethnicity; his entire body was waxed smooth.
He was stood in silhouette, arms up lathering his hair, his body gleaming in the water -- even from his belly button to the base of his cock, there was nothing but bare skin.
He glanced in my direction, and I turned away, maybe a bit too quickly. My movement sluiced a torrent of hot water down my chest, and over my genitals - my abdomen clenched and I had to suppress a groan of pleasure. I had to turn away - the water flowing down over my balls felt too good for me to concentrate on anything else. As I turned back I noticed him look away.
Was he gay? There was nothing in his gaze, but I felt as if a rising sexual tension in the room. Neither of us said anything, and I tried to focus on washing, but I caught him glancing over at me a couple more times - and I caught myself glancing over at him.
Oh what the hell, I decided. I couldn't concentrate on anything but how thick my cock felt, and the ache in my balls. If he is gay, let him enjoy the show - at least then I won' be the only one who's sexually frustrated. I turned around so that I was facing him dead on, and leaned my head back into the stream, closing my eyes and rinsing the soap from my hair, exposing myself for his eyes. A warmth was rising in my chest, and rivulets of water ran down my stomach, down my cock, dripping from the end. As I shifted position my cock rubbed against my balls, my balls against my legs, and my ass cheeks against each other. My groin felt felt hot and relaxed, and I knew my cock was hanging as long and thick as it could get without being hard. After taking longer than necessary, I turned back around again. I was breathing heavily, and desperately wanted somebody to suck me off.
You're being an idiot, I told myself; but my heart was still beating hard. If the guy's straight, he'll think you're some sort of weirdo; and if he's gay then you're getting yourself into a situation you don't want to be in. But my arrousal wouldn't go away.
I glanced back again, and what I saw made me freeze -- he was bent over, washing his calves, with everything on display.
The tan-coloured globes of his ass were firm, but too small to offer any modesty. They were stretched open, and his asshole was completely exposed; the skin around it was darker, and the rime was soft and relaxed, as if it were ready to open. From there to his balls the skin was lighter, smooth and shiny, rising up to the dark skin of his nutsack -- as hairless as the rest of him -- and down below them his cock, not as dark as his balls but darker than his legs, swinging with the movement of his arms. Shaking back and forth, pressing into his leg - it looked half stiff already -- what would it look like when he was completely hard? He shifted from cleaning one leg to the other, and for a half second his asshole tensed -- then relaxed. If my cock was buried in there, getting squeezed by him...
Oh shit! I turned around, and started rinsing the last of the soap off of me. The image had uncorked the bottle of my lust, and my cock was stiffening. Even now, I could feel it thickening and rising, it was already horizontal. The tip screamed in pleasure with every drop of water that hit it, and wouldn't be ignored. I rinsed the last of the soap off, and rushed out to dry myself off, doing the best I could to hide my cock.
I need to get out of here.
I decided to head to the sauna, to try and relax. I wasn't usually attracted to guys, and I don't know why I was reacting so strongly. Wait a minute -- 'usually'? Okay, so I'm never attracted to guys, but something about the... the sheer lewdness of his display had got to me. The way he'd been completely exposed and open - like a woman lying on her back, knees up, ass cheeks pulled apart-
Stop it.
I got a hold of myself, and finally started to calm down. I pushed open the door of the sauna, still in my towel, and stepped into the dim interior. The humidity condensed on my skin and filled my lungs as I closed the door. When my eyes finally adjusted my jaw dropped; what I saw was just too much to handle.
Sitting across from the door was a woman, leaning back with her arms up on the seat back, and her head resting against the wall. Like me she was wearing nothing but a towel - and like me, it was wrapped around her waist.
Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back, still wet from her shower, framing a heart shaped face. Her chest rose and fell slowly, covered with perspiration, and flushed from the heat. Her towel had fallen open on her left hip, and the curve of her waist showed that she was wearing nothing underneath. But my eyes were locked on her nipples - dark pink, they still stood erect from her earlier exertions. Her aureoles were distinct, halos of tiny bumps. Underneath my towel my cock was stiffening, getting harder with each heart beat, rubbing against the rough pile of the towel. My lust came back threefold; it had turned into a nervous energy bouncing around my chest.
A bead of sweat dislodged from her chin. It landed on her chest, flowing down between her breasts, over her stomach, and down under her towel. My throat clenched with a sharp intake of breath.
She groaned and started to open her eyes, a half-smile on her face. Then she noticed me and her eyes shot all the way open. "Oh!"
She crossed her arms over her breasts, and I tore my gaze away, "Sorr-"
"-orry!" We stuttered out apologies.
A moment passed, then I looked back up at her -- at her face this time. The sky blue eyes were shocked, but they sparkled with intelligence. "Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to be staring like that. I just didn't expect to see anyone, uh... else in here at this hour."
"No, that's okay," she said, gesturing with one arm while the other stayed covering her breasts, "I didn't think anyone else was in here, or else I wouldn't have undone my towel - you're not offended, are you?"
I shrugged, and stepped over to the bench on my right, trying to sit down casually though I was feeling anything but. "I don't see how it'd be my place to be offended. I mean, legally you're in the right - you can wear a shirt, or not - but I shouldn't have been staring." Her breasts were pressed together under her arm. I wondered if her sweat was pooling between them.
She smirked, and wrinkled her nose. "Maybe if I was outside, yeah, but I'm more worried about what the Gym'll think. Glad you aren't funny." She looked nervous for a second, but her eyes were alive with light. "I guess I should pull my towel back up..."
"You don't have to - I mean," I smiled sheepishly. "I'm not some meat-head. If you're comfortable that way, go ahead."
She studied me for a moment, then bit her lip, and glanced to her left. "Was there anyone else in the change room?"
"Oh, jeez - I didn't think of that," I tried not to let the disappointment show in my face. Under the towel my cock was softening. "Yeah, there was an Asian guy in the shower with me."
"But there wasn't anyone else?" Her arm was just lightly caressing her breast, hardly covering it.
