After dating my girlfriend for only about 6 months, we decided to move in together. This meant finding a new grocery store, a new dry cleaner, and of course, a new gym. Fortunately, living in downtown Toronto, we had great options for all three. The gym was the highlight. The same chain had two locations almost side by side due to a recent take over, and the one we started frequenting had far fewer people. We weren't people watchers at the gym either, we went in, did our thing, and left. As often as possible, we would go together to keep each other motivated. Due to a suddenly heavier workload for my girlfriend however, I found myself going more often on my own.
My name is Mark, I'm a 34yr old young professional, working in sales, and eager to start a family with my girlfriend Lindsay. She's also in her early 30s, 5'6, 115lbs, slim and firm. Cute small tits, and a beautiful shaved pussy. I'm about 6'2, 185lbs, also in good shape.
Gyms are like a small community, the more often you go, the more people you get to know. Some like to strike up full conversations while others go for the simple 'head nod of recognition.' One of my new gym friends was a man named Jeff. Somewhat of a social butterfly, he would often stop by to chat with both Lindsay and I, and mostly about his life. One of 'those' guys. As harmless as he was, it could get quite annoying at times.
The gym wasn't that big, and neither were the locker rooms. With wall mirrors set up the way they were, you could pretty much see every corner from every corner. I was a little uncomfortable with this at first, but I had been working hard on my body, and found myself feeling more and more confident about it. I'd take my time toweling off, would stand in my boxers looking at my phone for extended periods as well. In fact, I started to get turned on by the sideways glances that I would pick up from some of the gay guys who worked out there. I myself am not gay, but it's definitely a compliment when anyone finds you attractive, I think.
My workout schedule was fairly regular, arriving around 1pm, and being showered and out by about 1.30pm. Except on Saturdays when I would spend an extra bit of time in the sauna and steam room to work the weekly stress out of my body. Jeff seemed to be on a similar schedule, with only occasional weekend run ins.
On one of these Saturdays, things changed forever. After a good hard workout, I stood at my locker in my sweaty boxers, reading a few emails and catching up on what I'd missed in the previous hour on twitter. As I looked up from my phone, I saw Jeff undressing, while keeping his eyes firmly fixed on my groin. I had had no idea that he swung that way, and to be honest couldn't care either way. I'm comfortable enough with my own sexuality to not be intimidated or bothered by others.
We made some small talk, and I noticed that he slowed his undressing, and almost stopped as he neared full nudity. His boxers had a nice tent going, and as he lowered them I noticed, what looked like a semi hard cock hanging between his legs. I only say "looked like" cause I couldn't be sure what his flaccid dick looked like, but this was definitely a cock. Just then he asked me a question, which brought my eyes from his groin to meet his. I was smiling. Big mistake. He smiled back, and stood there with his hands on his hips, and his thick cock hanging heavily between his legs. He gave me a "like what you see?" look, and just stood there, like a deer in headlights.
Shorter than I am, Jeff stands at about 5'8, and probably also around 190 or 200 pounds. I'd guess he was about 45 yrs old, and generally a solid looking dude. Dark hair, clean shaven on both his face and crotch, and in good shape physically.
The eye contact, and ensuing pose gave me a bit of a panic, and I rushedly shed my boxers, grabbed my towel, and headed for the steam room. It was tough, but I managed to avoid any more glances towards his lower region.
I found a spot on a bench, and leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. As all guys do, I had to unwrap my towel in order to sit comfortably (gym towels are always too small). You end up sitting on one end, and the other wraps over one thigh and as far across your lap as it can reach. It rarely makes it to the other leg, and often just sits covering your pubic area.
I opened my eyes as the door opened, and in walked Jeff. He climbed up onto the bench beside me, putting his crotch at my eye level, and dumped some cold water into the steam room censor. This was a common practice to make the machine pump more heat and steam into the room, so I thought nothing of it, until he turned towards me and opened his towel. There it was again, his thick cock hanging right in front of me. I couldn't help but stare at it. He was circumcised, and his balls were shaved bare and god were they big. They looked like two kiwis in a silk bag.
He said hello with a half smile and slowly lowered himself onto the bench next to me. He sat on his towel, and covered himself the same way I had. Fortunately there were two other men in there, and the four of us chatted casually as we let the steam relax our muscles. After about 15 minutes, the two other gentlemen rose and left.
My heart suddenly went into a slight panic. As the door slid shut, he stood again to pour more water from his bottle onto the sensor. He stood naked next to me for a good 30 seconds to do so, and I couldn't help but watch him the entire time. My dick was swelling again, and my heart was racing. He looked down a few times, and saw me looking, but I just couldn't help myself. It looked so powerful, so full. He sat again, but didn't cover himself at all this time.
