When I'd just turned 18, I sucked off a possibly unhinged man in the showers of a swimming pool.
To elaborate, it was the summer between the end of secondary school and the start of college, and finding myself with nothing to do one fine July day, I decided to go visit the old leisure centre I used to take swimming lessons at.
I arrived at about 14:45, three hours before they closed. To my chagrin, they'd renovated; new building front, new cafe, new changing rooms, the works. Well, they had new changing rooms, all shiny and sturdy, with lockers and cubicles, where all the families and oldies and enthusiasts got changed, then there were the old changing rooms on the other side of the pool.
The women's was being used as a store room, but the men's still seem to be in use, so for nostalgia's sake, I went inside.
Nothing was amiss; the whole place was just as I remembered it. A main changing area, split into two rooms; one bigger, one smaller and dingier off to one side, both lined with benches and coat hooks in place of lockers, and an adjoining shower room. Perfect, I got changed in the dingy side room, like I used to all those years ago.
I'm boring you aren't I? Right, skipping to the bit with naked dudes.
I'd finished my uneventful swim, stood in the corner of the darkened side room, my trunks on the bench, stark bollock naked as I towelled myself off.
I heard the door swing open, two sets of steady footsteps beating the floor with heavy shoes, curious, I went to check it out.
Two men, both quite burly, and drenched with sweat, one of which is the hero of our story. This guy must have been about 30-35, Caucasian, with thin red hair and a heavy tan, pinkish from sun burn in places. He was quite tall though, and broad, even with his shirt on I couldn't help but notice his musculature moulding the fabric on top of it.
"This the place?" He asked, his friend nodded. With that, they tossed their gym bags absentmindedly to the floor and instantly began to undress.
Their boots and socks came off first. Disinterested, I began to turn away, after all; it was just two guys fresh from the gym, right? But then the shirts and trousers came off.
I'd seen buff fella's torsos before, art, action movies and such, but never in real time. The muscle ridges and the way they shadowed and caught the light, the hair, the sweat and how it softy glistened like wet stone. I didn't question it, but I kept peeking round the corner, I was transfixed by these men.
Then their pants dropped, and so did my jaw.
Don't get me wrong, the friend's was about average, good, fine, lovely even. But this stranger, he was blessed.
The elastic waistband on this guy's boxer shorts tugged softly at his manhood, making it curl inwards in a manner resembling the handle of a teacup. Eventually though, it snapped free, flopping defiantly for all the see. The other guy's was a penis, this was a cock; uncut, around four-and-a-half inches at flaccid, ever so slightly girthier in the middle, one prominent vein snaking across it, crested with short, bushy auburn pubes and draped over a tight, clean shaved pink sack that only added to its splendour. I've since seen, handled, tasted, and taken bigger and better, but I was young, and virginal, and this one blew my mind. To this day I've never seen a finer knob on an English bloke.
As you could probably imagine, my eyes were glued to this thing as it jiggled about with his every gesticulation as they conversed. I recall wondering; "Am I gay?", but I quickly forced that thought from my mind, replacing it with the tantalising mental image of these two gym-birds making out, then 69-ing, then noticing me, chasing me, catching me in their powerful arms, kneading my body with their tongues and fingers and subjecting me to a hard, sloppy spit-roast as penance for my spying. "Yeah, I guess I am".
Turns out I didn't have to wonder what'd happen if they noticed me, since they already had.
I audibly gasped, standing there like a deer caught in headlights as I tried to gauge their reaction to seeing me. But I couldn't. The handsome stranger piped up.
"What do you think?"
His friend sized me up with a critical eye, don't ask me why, but I felt as self-conscious as I imagine a schoolgirl would meeting a rock star. He subconsciously gave his dick and scrote a soft stroke with his thumb as he did so, which should have been my first warning.
"Nah." He said, shaking his head and turning to his clothes. "Too scrawny."
The stranger cocked his head "You sure?"
"Yeah," his friend's magnificent arse disappeared as he pulled his briefs up. "The mister'll be suspicious by now anyhow." His shirt slid down over his top half, and he was just a man again.
The stranger shrugged and said "Your loss." He advanced upon me, I retreated further into the dingy room, backing away until I tripped slightly over the bench, falling just shy of bashing my head against the coat hooks. Now I'd fucked it; this guy was gonna' give it to me (he sort of did, in a way, but I digress).
I heard his friend leave with a jovial "Later mate, go easy on him, he might split", and the sound of the door locking. His pace slowed as he entered the room. As if intentionally, he turned the light off and was bathed in shadow and shards of sunlight through the old windows. This only added to absolutely everything; now he appeared more primal, more dynamic, sexy as all hell, but also way more scary.
Not that I was paying much attention, he was walking; that monster cock was swinging back and forth like a pendulum, I could almost hear it slapping against the sack.
"Stand up, please kid." I complied, now we were man-to-man. "Do you know what this place is?" he asked innocently.
I shrugged "A changing room?"
He shook his pretty head "Used to be, now it's been replaced, but the owner keeps it open for cruising".
"What?" I asked, knowing full well what was meant, but needing clarification regardless.
"Cruising; men meet here to service each other, you sure you're not here for that?"
"Yes!" I tried my very best to sound offended.
This handsome stranger, he looked down at my crotch: "You sure?". He smirked, drawing attention to my full scale hard on. He licked his finger and ran it down my shaft, flicking it at the tip so you could almost hear the 'twang'. I twitched, coughing a little. "It looks like you are, at any rate."
I spoke up; "Sorry, I didn't mean to, it's just..." I gulped, surprising myself with my words "... you're really hot, and... I like... your... body." (I know, believe me, it was more awkward saying it).
He laughed (as you would), and gave it to me straight. "Want to service me?"
"Yes." I said without thinking.
"Cool, wait here." He about-turned, leaving me in the dark with a stiff little prick and an overbearing mix of dread and anticipation.
He returned with his gym bag, setting it down on the bench nearby and removing a handful of items from it.
Caressing my cheek- which melted me like butter, by the way- he asked me what my name was, I told him, he shook his head.
"Not for the next hour or so." He stated casually, gesturing to the word 'Annie' tattooed on his upper arm. "It's Annie 'til we're done."
