My name is Ajay and I'm a 22 year old Indian guy living in London. I'm a fairly good looking guy (for an Indian guy anyway) with an average body. I'd always been straight my whole life having dated mostly Indian women. But I'd always had a bit of an attraction to men. Something about being dominated by a strong muscular man had always appealed to me. This is a story about how my fantasy came true...
I joined the gym at the beginning of the year realising I needed to get into shape having spent 3 years boozing at university. It was the first time I'd ever been a member of the gym and as such never had experienced the joys of a gym male changing room. With all those hot sweaty men working out, nothing can be more pleasurable than seeing them strip off to reveal beautiful masculine glistening bodies, as they headed to the showers. I tried to avoid staring, but with all those muscular bodies strutting by, perfectly defined asses on show and big cocks swinging around, I often couldn't help myself. Joining the gym certainly enhanced my bi-curiosity - to the point where I found myself more attracted to men than women!
Most of the men were white and I always had a bit of an attraction to white men. I knew they were generally bigger, more muscular and less hairy than us Indians. Statistics even show they have larger cocks. To add to that, I found white men more handsome, and having stronger features. They generally seemed to have a more powerful demeanor - like they knew they were in charge. I guess I have a bit of an inferiority complex like many of us Indians do in regards to white men...
After a big workout one evening I went back to the changing room and started stripping off in order to go to the shower. Standing in front of my locker I went to get my towel. When I turned around I saw the most perfect man walk past. He had medium length blond hair and blue eyes, with a handsome boyish face - with a strong manly jawline. His body was slim but muscular and extremely toned - without a single bit of fat. His body looked almost completely hairless, which was in complete contrast to me. He was tall, perhaps around 6'2", and his smooth white skin was glistening with sweat. Unlike most men who wrap their towels around their waist, he'd flung his over his shoulder so his entire naked body was visible. I only managed to catch a glimpse of his cock (he seemed to be well endowed) as he walked past before finding myself drooling over his smooth but muscular white ass that sat up, just perfectly. There was a certain arrogance in his walking style - like he was cock of the walk. He knew he was perfect and was happy to show it off.
I quickly finished taking my clothes off and made my way to shower, in the hope that I may catch another glimpse. I couldn't even remember if I locked my locker, but I didn't care. Unfortunately when I arrived he'd seemed to have already gone into a shower cubicle. Disappointed, I slowly made my way to the back where 2 cubicles opposite each other seemed to be free. In one of the despite the shower curtain being open, the shower seemed to have been turned on. I peered over. Wow - I couldn't believe what I saw! The same perfect guy was there, showering, curtain completely open. The entire back of his naked body was on show! My jaw dropped at the sight of him, with water running down his golden hair onto his broad white back till it reach his smooth perfect ass. I went weak at the knees at the sight of this beauty.
He must have noticed my presence as he started to turn around. Quickly, I went into the shower opposite and closed the curtain to try and avoid the embarrassment of him seeing me. As I turned the shower on, all I could think of was his perfect muscular body, water dripping off it, and wanting to do everything I could to please him. I started stroking my cock but decided against finishing off - I wanted to be done as quickly as possible in the hope I may catch another glimpse.
Having finished up and barely dried myself, I practically ripped open the shower curtain eager to take a peak. He was now facing me, still showering - so I could only have a quick discrete glimpse before turning away. But boy - was it worth it.
My eyes were immediately drawn to his huge cock - it was almost 6 inches in length un-erect and thick - I wasn't even that big if I had my biggest hard-on! It was absolutely perfectly
shaped- with smooth white skin - leading up to a cut pink head. I quickly drew my eyes up toward his 6 pack abs and muscular pecs before turning away to walk off.
"Hey" he called while turning the shower off.
I turned around, worried he had caught me. I slowly stepped back looking deeply embarrassed.
He looked at me smiling.
"Do you want to help me clean up?"
I paused, struggling to digest what he had just said.
"Su-uure" I practically stuttered.
"Come on in and close the curtain"
I was stunned - here I was, an average Indian guy, being asked by this superior white man to help clean his perfect body. I wasn't about to turn down this opportunity! I quickly complied with his request and entered the cubicle.
"Why don't you start by rubbing some shower cream into my chest?" He poured it into my willing hands and I slowly ran them over his hard pecs. He guided my hands down his ripped abs before leading them around his muscular arms. I felt like I was dreaming as I made my way around his beautifully sculpted body.
He turned the shower back on to wash the cream off. Then slowly, he drew my head towards his nipples. I hungrily licked and sucked them, before kissing his chest all over.
"Lick my armpits" he ordered. I happily did so - with long strokes up and down. He had a little bit of fluffy blond hair, which I just loved. I tried to lick every last bit of sweat off each of them. I finished off with each arm by kissing his big biceps.
