The big man paced naked around the locker room, from mirror to locker and back, shaving, trimming, moisturizing. He was 35 and hard as a rock, tall, big-boned, and hairy. Jet black hair. His deep chest was wild with it, but it disappeared as it moved down toward his crotch, leaving his belly smooth. He had a small but thick bush of hair in his crotch. His dick, belied by his big hands, was hung thick and low, and his balls hung down even further. The dick arced out from his body before pointing downward. When he walked, it flapped from side to side, like a tail. His butt was round and taught, and his legs carried sculpted thighs and calves. He never once covered himself with a towel in the locker room, nor was he at all self-conscious.
Eric had had his eye on him for weeks in the gym, watching him lift weights and pull cables. He didn't speak to anybody; he just went about his business. He was handsome enough, Eric thought, with his curly, close-cut hair and heavy beard. He didn't have the smooth grace and toothy smile of a model, though, and he wasn't the bodybuilder type either. Just a guy who liked to keep in real good shape.
Eric had selected a locker near the big man's that day, and he timed his workout to coincide with his. When he approached his locker to dress, Eric was sitting naked on the bench in front of the bank of lockers. As usual, he had been furtively eyeing him, especially the dick. He tried to be discreet, and the man didn't seem to notice his barely-concealed interest. Eric was not usually hesitant about speaking to strangers, but this man didn't seem interested in him an opening. Finally, Eric said, "Have a good workout?"
The man just looked at him blankly and said, "Yeah." Nothing else. He stood half-turned between his locker and Eric. He stretched up and leaned back a little to retrieve his shirt from inside. Eric could not help but stare at the big dick, hanging there only about a yard from him, swinging slightly. Time seemed suspended as the man held his stretched pose. Finally, Eric looked up only to see the man staring at him.
"You queer or something?" He looked annoyed.
"What? No, I . . . no, I was just . . . well . . ."
"You been staring at me and my dick a whole lot You been doin' it for weeks now."
"I mean, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to invade your privacy." He turned away and moved off a little.
"I bet you're a fuckin' cocksucker," he said, raising his voice a little. He went too far there. Eric was a "fuckin' cocksucker" all right, but he wasn't about to be called one. He stood up to face the man.
"Look, you're a big guy, you run around the locker room showin' off your muscles without so much as a towel on, you stand naked in front of the mirror, and you got a big dick you like to show off. 'Course I'd look at it. 'Cause you want me to, like you want every guy in the gym to look at it. Fuckin' exhibitionist!"
There was no one else in the locker room, so the man straddled the bench standing up and pointed for Eric to sit down in front of him. The man moved very close to him, so that his dick was only a few inches from Eric's face. "Take it in your mouth," he said quietly.
"You crazy? Anybody's liable to come in here any moment."
"Take it!"
Eric opened his mouth and started to lean forward toward the dick, but just then, they heard a bang, s two guys slammed open the door to the locker room. The noise was just enough warning for them to turn away from each other and commence dressing. The two new guys were so absorbed in their conversation that they noticed nothing. After he got his tee-shirt and jeans on, the big man walked over to the coat rack and grabbed his coat. Eric followed him a few seconds later out of the locker room. The man was waiting for him outside the gym. He looked a little sheepish, hunched over against the cold air.
"You wanna come back to my place? I live around here. I'm Eric."
