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It was a slow day at the gym. There were only a handful of people working out, including myself. I was good with that, as I was free to move around without having to compete for equipment. My favorite treadmill is on the end by the door, and I didn’t have to worry about anyone getting it before me.
I spent around an hour, using both the treadmill and exercise bike. Once I was done, I wiped down and headed for the locker room. As I entered and rounded the corner, I noticed the room was quiet, which meant no TV. I was good with that, too. I headed for my locker, unlocked it, and sat down for a moment.
I heard someone moving around somewhere behind me, but I expected it. I didn’t necessarily think I’d be alone, even with the gym being as empty as it was. Once I caught my breath, I stripped down, grabbed the towel, and wrapped it around my waist. I closed the locker and made my way to the showers.
As I walked past the rows of lockers, I passed by the source of the sounds on my left. He was naked and sitting on the bench against the wall. He evidently thought he was alone because his cock was hard, and he was stroking it with his right hand. When he saw me, he quickly grabbed his towel and covered himself. I didn’t make eye contact, but I know he did. I gave a quick nod as if to say “hey,” and kept moving.
I chose the first shower on the left and closed the door behind me. I threw the towel over the door and stood there for a moment. I thought about what I’d seen. He was younger than me and was a little out of shape. But so was I. His cock was big. It was perfect, actually. Plus he was cleanshaven, which was another turnon. I contemplated going back out there for a closer look.
But of course, I didn’t know if he was straight or not. I wasn’t going to assume either way. I’d not touched another man since I was eighteen, and honestly, I didn’t really know if I could. Those years had been different, and that was a case of two best friends just experimenting. I hadn’t seen him since then, but to my knowledge, that friend was straight and married with kids, like me.
But my fantasies had always included men, not just women. They’d also included transgender women too. The idea of a gorgeous woman with perfect breasts and a cock was beyond exciting for me. Most of the time when I got off, that’s the porn I watched.
I turned the water on, just hot enough that I could stand under the stream. Was that guy on his way out? Or had he just come in and was heading to the shower himself? As I began soaping up, I reached down with my right hand and began stroking as well. I turned around and let the water hit my back. I stared at the door. Then I had a thought.
Should I open it? Maybe just a little? If he was on his way to the shower, he’d have to walk past mine. He would look in and see me as well. By this time, my heart was beating a little faster. Finally, I unlatched the door and cracked it open just enough to provide a look. I waited.
The prospect of being seen was exciting me even more, and I was completely hard. I decided I was going to cum either way, whether he showed up or not. As soon as that thought went through my mind, I saw him. He was moving past the door and then stopped. His towel was around his waist, and he stood just to the left of my stall, as if waiting for a signal. I opened the door further and waited.
He came back and stood in the doorway. This time, he didn’t make eye contact. He just stared at my cock. I could see his hardon poking up under his towel. I took a step back and he took a step in. He removed his towel and threw it over the door next to mine. He pulled the door closed behind him and slid the latch to lock it. Without saying a word, he dropped to one knee and took my cock into his mouth.
I lost my breath a little, and then just closed my eyes. He was moving back and forth, taking all of it in. Then he did more, and I felt myself going all the way to the back of his throat. He took it out and lifted it up, licking my balls and then sucking on them. I was so hard, and it felt so incredible.
I opened my eyes to look down at him and lifted my left leg, bracing it on the wall. He took the cue and ran his tongue under my balls to my hole. I was in heaven as he tongued me. He was down on both knees now, completely under me. I began moving up and down on his mouth as his tongue slid inside me.
He slowly worked a finger in, and eventually two. It was an easy move, as I was very wet at that point. He was working on my hole, prepping it. I didn’t know that for sure, but it was a safe bet. I was good with that, but I wanted to touch him first.
His cock was rock hard, and I was determined to suck it, and take it. I wanted it all. For a moment I wondered if I could do it, since it had been a long time. Would I lose the nerve to do it, and this entire experience would be onesided?
“Let me suck it,” I said without thinking. He stood up, and I took his place on the floor. I kissed the tip first, and then slowly began teasing the head with my tongue. He gasped as I did it, and put his hand on the back of my head. With a soft touch, he slowly guided my mouth onto his cock.
He was bigger than me, and that was fine. The vibrating dildo I kept at home was nine inches, so I knew I could take him. As I began sucking him, I was struck with how soft his skin was, despite the hardness. I imagined sucking on a clit, and thought about rationalizing the act to somehow justify it. But there was no need. I had a hard cock in my mouth, and that was fine with me.
I returned the favor, and positioned myself under him so I could tongue his ass. He was getting louder, but I could tell he was trying to stay quiet. I reached up and jerked his cock as I tongued him. Then I moved back in front of him, and took him in farther than I had before. I gagged a little, but I kept going.
Finally, when I thought he was wet enough, I stood up and turned around. This was what I wanted, and I’d wanted it for years. “Fuck yeah,” he whispered, as I spread my cheeks. He went back to my hole again, licking it and spitting on it. Then he stood up, put a hand on my hip, and slowly started to work his cock in.
I took a deep breath, and let it out, opening myself up to give him room. By the time he was halfway in, my eyes were rolling back in my head. “Mmm, fuck,” I groaned. Then he started moving, letting go of his cock and putting his other hand on my shoulder. He took his time, and I was grateful. While I wanted more and wanted it harder, going slow was the best move for me. Taking too much now would mean having to stop, and I didn’t want to stop.
He had both hands on my hips now, and mine were on the shower door. I arched my back, and held still for a moment. I stole a quick look over my left shoulder, to see his head thrown back and his mouth hanging open. He looked at me, and I turned back to the wall. Then he suddenly stopped moving.
I took that cue, and began moving back onto him. myself with his cock was close to doing it with my toy at home. But this was so much better. I moved further and further back, until I knew he was all the way inside me. He groaned, even louder than before, and for a moment, I wondered if we were still the only ones in here. I knew the water would likely cover up our sounds, though I didn’t know how much.
But the only thing that mattered was the rhythm of our . It seemed to last forever, and I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t care who heard us. He reached around me, and began jerking me with his right hand. He was partially on my back, and whispered in my ear. “I want you to cum,” he said.
“I want you to cum inside me,” I answered. He let out a “oh fuck yeah,” and began slamming into me. He kept going, matching his movement with his hand. He jerked my hard cock until I came, shooting all over the shower floor. I closed my eyes and saw stars, groaning as I spurted. “Oh goddamn, oh fuck, shit, fuck.”
He let go of me, and grabbed my hip again, going harder and faster than he had before. He was so deep inside me that my eyes watered. It was as far as my toy, and maybe farther. It was so, so deep, and somehow, I wanted even more.
“Fuck!” he moaned, and I could feel his cock twitching inside me. It was almost like a garden hose on a hot summer day. In the act of emptying into me, he pulled out and shot onto my back as well. Then he quickly slid back inside.
“Oh fuck yeah,” I said, “shoot it, all over me, in me, everywhere!” He kept going, and I pushed back onto him again, taking it all. He finally slowed down, and eventually stopped. He was still hard inside me, and as he pulled out, he went slowly. I was breathing hard, and so was he. I held my position, even though my back was hurting a little.
“I love that ass,” he said. Then he was quiet for a moment before saying “I’ve been holding it since I came in, I can’t hold it anymore.”
I didn’t know what he was talking about, until I felt his warm stream hit my ass. I reached back, and spread my cheeks. “Fuck yeah,” he said, as he soaked my hole. I didn’t expect that finish, but it was insanely satisfying. In some weird way, it was the perfect ending.
I stood up and immediately wondered if my legs would work. I was weakkneed, thanks to my own orgasm, not to mention his. He moved past me, and I took a step back, letting the water rinse my ass.
He grabbed his towel, and put it back around his waist. “I’ll probably be back on Thursday,” he said over his shoulder.
“Yeah, me too,” I answered.
With that, he walked out and I shut the door behind him. We did indeed meet up that Thursday. But that’s another .
