Gym Shower Fantasy Pt 03

This is a completely fictitious story, everyone involved is over 18, none of the characters are intentionally based on real people. Except me, and even then I'm fantasy-ized. ;)

The days flew by, and I was back at the gym. I paid attention to who was there this time as I worked out. I saw Dre on a treadmill, obviously freeballing as with each step his cock strained against his shorts. When he noticed me watching, he grinned and lifted his shorts a little, the head of his cock popping out his shorts left leg hole. He then had to reach down as his shorts wedged on his thick cock to pull them back down over it. I rolled my eyes, and laid back to do my last rep on the bench press, my own shorts getting tight.

As I reached for the bar I caught the teen I'd seen in the locker room out of the corner of my eye, gawking in Dre's direction. He must have got an eye full too, I turned my head a bit and noticed a rapidly elongating dick print in his sweats. As he turned back from Dre, he caught me staring at his dick, he flushed, it flexed, and I laughed quietly as I turned back to face the bar. As I gripped it, I turned back to him and he jerked his head back towards my face, flushing again as I'd caught him looking down at my own tight shorts. I winked at him and finished my rep.

After a little break, I stepped over to the squatter, gave it a quick wipe down and set it. When I finished and was getting into position I noticed the kid sitting on a bench in front of me, taking a break between his reps. I grinned at him, and asked, "What's your name? How old are ya?"

He blushed a bit, still suffering from a half erection and said, "I'm Dillon, I'm 19."

"Cool, I'm Cody. I take it you caught a glimpse of that guy's dick too, huh?" I asked, nodding in the direction of the treadmills behind him.

Dillon blushed, his sweats bulged, and he nodded, "yeah, I wasn't sure at first, I've never seen one that long."

I said, "Oh yeah, his cock is huge. I've uh, seen him in the showers, jerking off."

Dillon's eyes widened and his sweats bulged even more, "oh, uh, well I brought stuff to shower today haha, you shower here too, right? I mean, I saw you a few days ago squeezing into a uh, pair of wet briefs?"

"Ah, yeah ha, you saw that huh? Those weren't my... uh, usual pair. If I wear anything, I have pouch briefs from real men apparel company that support my balls." I replied, catching myself before I said they weren't my briefs.

His eyebrows went up a little before he said, "oh? Pouch briefs? What are those?"

I smirked and told him, "oh, they're a bit... roomier, I'll show them to you later, I'm not wearing any right now. Anyways, I've got to do a rep on this then get going, I have to shower."

Dillon blushed a bit but nodded and watched as I started slow reps squatting. On my third down, I felt my balls shift to either side of the inseam of my shorts and they suddenly felt a bit cooler. I finished that set and was looking at Dillon as I set the bar back. His eyes were a bit wide and locked on my crotch.

I cleared my throat and said, "yeah I think I'm good, I'm going to hit the showers.

Dillon didn't even look up, he just nodded slowly and stood. As I stepped past he turned to follow me.

Grinning I asked, "joining me?"

He jerked and stammered, "oh uh, nah, I've got to, uh, finish a set before I'm done. I'll see you ther-later! I'll see you later."

I made my way to the locker room, and gave Dre a grin as I passed. He nodded but kept jogging.

I stripped down to my shorts, gathered up my shampoo and towel, and sat to check my phone and play with myself a bit through my shorts. It couldn't have been more than three minutes when Dillion came in nearly at a jog, eyes trained towards the showers.

"That was a quick set," I said smirking.

He froze in his tracks, made eye contact with me before glancing down to see I was still in my shorts, then back up to me. I grinned at him, stood, and flipped my waistband down, letting my semi-errect cock and balls flop out. Dillon's eyes locked onto them, his own sweats bulging more than I'd seen. I slowly pulled my shorts off and tossed them in my locker. I walked towards him, his eyes never straying, then squeezed past him, the head of my cock brushing his leg.

Once in the shower I turned to see if he was still there, but he wasn't. I shook my head and pulled the curtain to the halfway point. Before I could get shampoo in my hair, Dillion was walking past, very slowly. His cock was rock hard, pointing straight in front of him. He was a little longer than my six and a half inches, but not as girthy. His balls were average, about a third the size of my own. Like me, he was completely shaved smooth.

I gave my cock a few pumps as he slowly passed my stall, the water splashing onto his leg. He grinned while giving me side eye and stepped into the shower stall next to mine. After about a minute he was back, he pulled the curtain open a little, his cock pointed right at me. I raised my eyebrows at him.

Dillon asked, "Hey I'm out of shampoo, could I borrow some?"

I reached over, opened my shampoo and lined the nozzle up with my dick hole before filling my cock with my shampoo. Then I pinched my cock shut and returned the bottle to the shelf. When I looked back up at him he was staring at my cock with wide eyes, his own was throbbing a bit and a little precum was dripping from him. I gestured at my cock with my free hand and he hesitantly held his palm in front of it. I released my grill and the shampoo gushed out of my cock into his hand.

I rang my cock out a few times and asked, "is that enough?"

Dillon just nodded, stunned and to my disappointment turned back to his stall. Frowning I began to work my cock, the shampoo stung a bit. I had hoped he'd join me, but I didn't have to shower alone for long. As I was facing away from the shower, eyes closed, head tilted back, rinsing shampoo out of my hair, I felt a hand cup my balls and heft them before dropping them.

I grinned as I heard the curtain open fully and then close. A hand cupped my balls as another began stroking my cock. As I finished rinsing my hair, the hand on my cock let go and I felt it join the first on my balls, my testicles were taken into a hand each and tugged on. I felt someone's breath on my neck and their body press into mine, my cock brushed theirs before popping up over it. I lowered my arms and rested them on their shoulders, clasping my hands behind their head before opening my eyes and seeing someone I was not expecting to.

Blake grinned at me and said, "got lube?"

Blake then squeezed my testicles in each of his hands, his fingers spread wide. I gasped and pulled him in close out of reflex, I could already feel my cum spurting up my cock. I stood there twisting back and forth as my cum couldn't escape the head of my cock that was pressed firmly against Blake's shaved pubic area. My urethra bulging along the bottom of my shaft with my sperm.

Before I could work my erection free to release the built up pressure, Blake released my left testicle and squeezed the end of my shaft before stepping back. He wrapped the fingers of his left hand around my sack above my testicles and gently squeezed the cords there. Then he pushed his right hand back along my shaft without releasing his crushing grip. I moaned quietly as I felt the pressure in my cock shift deeper, fighting against my forced orgasm that was still trying to pump more cum out of my balls. As he reached the base of my shaft I felt my orgasm lose to his grip. My prostate throbbed, and I could feel his grip above my testicles tighten even though he didn't move. Then I felt my testicles expand to near bursting to accommodate my returned sperm with the added seman. As the strange backwards pressure eased, Blake clamped his fingers down above my testicles. I stood there quivering as he held me until my rock hard erection began to sag.

Once my cock was pointed halfway towards the floor, he let go of me. My cock dribbled a strand of cum with chunks of the thick white cum that Blake preferred in it halfway to the floor. I continued to lean on his shoulders while I panted, he busied himself with wrapping the mixed strand of my cum around his cock before he began jerking himself off, his hand hitting my swollen balls with each stroke making them swing. I stepped back and turned to lean back against the shower wall facing the curtain which wasn't even a third of the way closed.

As I noticed the curtain being as open wide as it was, I realized there was a guy standing there in the hallway. It was Dillon, froze in place with a string of precum hanging from his throbbing cock. I followed the string with my eyes to a small puddle on the floor. After a moment I realized the puddle wasn't running toward the drain. Looking back up I watched as a drop of precum left Dillon's cock and flowed down the strand and into the puddle. Stepping toward the entrance, I knelt down and put a finger in the puddle. To my amazement it was slick and viscous, he'd been standing there long enough that his precum was pooling on the floor.

I looked up and looked Dillion in the eyes and grinned, "Me getting the cum crushed out of my balls and then forced back in really has you going, huh? It was pretty intense for me too, Blake has a thing about abusing my poor, little testicles."

As I stood, Blake leaned out of the shower and said, "little my ass, big, soft, and full of lube. Plus they make great stress relief balls, give it a try."

At that Blake reached over and lifted my balls in Dillion's direction. When Dillion just stared at them and then looked up at me, Blake reached over, took his hand and smacked my low hanging left testicle into Dillion's palm. Dillion looked down at my testicle in his hand and went even stiffer. Precum started streaming out of his cock, but he did slowly curl his fingers around my testicle, giving it a little squeeze. I was rock hard again, all this attention and the way my balls had been handled had both my cock and balls throbbing. My balls were sore, but the discomfort was just making me more horny.

Blake leaned back into the shower and pulled on my waist, dragging me back into the hot water. Dillion stood there until he either had to follow us in or let go of me, but he staggered forward a step tightening his grip a little. Suddenly Dillion whipped his head towards the locker room entrance and dropped my testicle.

"What do you think you're doing?" I heard a familiar voice accuse.

As Dillion stood there trying to stammer out an excuse, I could hear rapid footsteps approaching, along with a rhythmic slapping sound.

Dillion turned towards the man and slipped in the puddle of his own precum, landing hard on his butt. Dre stepped into view, semi erect cock a couple inches away from Dillion's upturned face.

Dre grinned at Dillion and asked, "you're supposed to wait for me."

Dillion opened his mouth to reply but Dre bucked his hips forward, the head of his cock pushing into Dillon's mouth. Dillon spluttered and jerked his head back wide eyed.

Grinning Dre apologized, "sorry, that was too tempting."

Dre knelt down and gripped Dillon's erection, giving it a few slow pumps. He noticed the pool under Dillon and with his free hand reached down and slid his fingers into it. His eyes flicked up to Dillon in realization. As they made eye contact, Dre lifted Dillon's dick until his balls were off the floor, revealing Dillon's anus. Dre then quickly slid his free hand through Dillon's puddle and shoved his middle finger into Dillion's anus, bottoming out on his third knuckle. Dillon made to scream, but on his intake of breath Dre kissed him muffling the noise.

Dre began waggling his finger inside Dillon, this was made obvious by Dillon's cock which throbbed and spurted more clear precum with each flex of Dre's forearm, the muffled moaning was another clue. In an act of pure athleticism, Dre grabbed Dillion's hip with the hand that wasn't pounding precum out of Dillon's prostate and lifted him. Dillion helplessly grabbed onto Dre's shoulders as Dre carried him into the shower.

Dre braced Dillion's back against the wall and continued to forcefully massage his prostate. The moaning had been replaced with shallow breaths, but precum still dribbled out of Dillion's throbbing erection.

Dre commented, "his prostate is probably the size of one of Cody's balls. It's like a huge hot water balloon. I'm going to work it until it's either empty or his ass can fit my cock."

I cleared my throat, "uh, I think this shower is getting a bit crowded, and loud haha, we could go back to my place? I can take today off, so no rush."

Everyone exchanged looks and nodded. Even Dillion, who I noticed had his tongue out a bit and was panting.

Blake patted my balls twice and said, "great, I really want to work your balls over, with the new guy making all that noise I realized you haven't hardly made a peep, despite all my efforts."

I froze in fear, and maybe just a bit of anticipation.