Today's story is a fun quickie with Fred & Aaron. Just a silly, cute story! Hope you enjoy!
January had predictably brought a wave of newcomers to the gym. People trying to start and stick to new habits fiddled with machines and joined classes. Just as predictably, the numbers dropped again by February as folks abandoned their halfhearted resolutions.
Fred truly appreciated this abandonment not only because there were fewer people misusing machines and equipment but also for the less crowded showers. He stood alone under a spout of steaming water, letting it cascade over his hair and down his back.
His mind wandered as he relished the warm water. An image of Aaron working on his legs flicked through his mind. He tried to push past it, since popping a boner in a communal shower at the gym was generally frowned upon, but he couldn't drag it away.
Opening his eyes, he glanced around again, finding the shower completely deserted. He was totally alone. Which was great given the fact that his cock had thickened and was very obviously standing at attention.
"Jesus," he muttered.
The thought of blasting himself with cold water crossed his mind, or simply drying off and getting dressed would be a better option. But he did neither of those things.
As his cock continued to stiffen, his thoughts lingered more on Aaron. Remembering his husband working out, pumping his legs up and down, sweat beading over his forehead, staining a V on the chest of his tank top.
He glanced around the shower once more swiping his soapy fingertips over the swelling head of his cock, spreading the dripping precum that had begun to bead there. His dick was silky from his bar soap, water and precum, his hand sliding over it quickly.
"Oh fuck," he grunted.
The thought of turning to face the wall occurred to him as he started stroking but for some reason he simply didn't. He stayed facing outward pumping his hand slowly over his rapidly stiffening member. Anyone who walked into the shower could clearly see what he was doing.
He gritted his teeth into a leering smile at the thought of getting caught, cock dripping and pulsing at the notion. He grunted again and let out a ragged gasp, rubbing roughly at his taint. One finger circled his asshole as his other hand pumped over his cock faster.
Fred was so hard now, dripping constantly, hand squeezing roughly over his dick. The tip of his shaft pushed forcibly through his hand and his hips started to roll as he began to thrust quickly into the hot wet embrace of his hand.
"Oh fuck, fuuuuck," he groaned. His finger pressed into his asshole. "Yeah, fuck! AHAH!"
His eyes squeezed closed as he erupted, cum splattering across the tile floor and running quickly down the drain. He panted, his eyes sliding open, he stared down at his throbbing cock, watching his cum squirt in bursts from his pulsing head and swirling down the drain.
"Oh yeah! Fuck yes!" He pumped his hand again and huge rivulet of cum burst from him. "AH! What the fuck?!" he groaned out.
He'd never cum so much in his life and he was confused. He'd only fingered his ass a little bit, it didn't make sense that he had orgasmed for so long.
A small squeaking noise, like flip flops on tile, made him look up and he gasped in surprise. Aaron stood just to the side of the entrance to the showers. A towel was wrapped at his waist, but there was a familiar lump growing rapidly at the front of it.
"Aaron, how long have you been there?" Fred asked, still panting slightly.
"Long enough to see you come," he replied.
Aaron dropped his towel and walked carefully across the wet tile, his enormous erection leading the charge. He pulled Fred into a rough kiss, his tongue plunging hard and wild into his mouth, hands tracing quickly over his muscled pecs and abs. He moaned and Fred found himself hard as a rock again as Aaron pressed against him.
"Holy shit," Fred groaned as Aaron began to stroke over his hard cock. "How is..."
"Don't overthink it," Aaron muttered as his fingers ran over the hard length of Fred. "Just fuck me."
"Here?" Fred asked quickly.
"Yeah," Aaron grumbled.
