Revised version copyright 2007 by the author.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: An early version of this tale was my very first erotic story, written when I was in high school, inspired by gym class and gang showers. It's gone through countless drafts in the decades since but the fantasy remains as potent as ever for me. Best, KN
Paul finished his jog and walked off the outdoor track, panting. It was a sunny late spring day and the afternoon was warm. He had taken off his shirt and stuck it in his waistband early in his run, and used it now to wipe the sweat from his face and chest as he headed toward the locker room.
The exercise program he had begun several months before included weights as well as running. Looking in the full-length mirror earlier as he had changed, he had been pleasantly surprised by the increasing muscle mass in his chest and shoulders. His hard work was paying off. If only someone would notice.
Paul's locker was in the basement of the gym. Apparently that room had been the last to have lockers in it assigned that year, as only the three or four aisles nearest the door had occupied units.
There was a small additional room off the back of the main locker room, near the showers, with temporary lockers. Paul knew that a lot more than changing went on there. He had seen men in towels strolling in with elaborate casualness, or peering out through the windows of the double doors to see if anybody could be enticed to join them. He himself had occasionally tricked there. Not lately, though.
As he pushed open the door and walked in he heard the shower running. He found his locker and stripped off his sweaty running gear. Leaving it on the bench, he got his towel and shampoo out of his locker. Just then the shower stopped. Paul walked to the showers and entered the outer area where towels were hung. The man who had been showering was there, drying himself. He smiled and nodded.
Paul replied, "Hi," with some difficulty. This one was the genuine article--strong features, dark eyes, and even white teeth under a mustache almost black like his wavy hair. His body was well muscled without being overdeveloped. Defined pectorals were lightly covered with hair that thickened as it descended over washboard abs, smoothly joining with the thick pubic mass out of which jutted a nicely sized and shaped cut cock with a purplish, conical head, heavy ball sac swinging beneath. Sturdy arms and legs completed the picture.
To his embarrassment he found himself getting hard. Paul swiftly dropped his towel to cover himself as he passed the dark stranger to enter the shower. He hung it on a showerhead and turned on a cold blast to steady himself, but could not resist turning toward the outer area again. Now the dark man's back was to him. The sight of broad shoulders tapering in a perfect V-shape to a dimpled, hairy butt brought lust coursing into Paul's body again. He sighed.
Forget it, he'd never look twice at me.
With an effort he turned away and got down to the business of cleaning himself up. As he concentrated on soaping and shampooing himself he began to feel calmer.
When he turned again the man had left. He finished his shower, dried himself off, and went back to his locker, which was directly in front and some distance away from the double doors that led into the back locker room. As he bent to open it, Paul glanced toward the back room.
To his surprise he saw the dark handsome man he had encountered a few minutes earlier, a towel around his waist, standing at the entrance, gazing outward. His eyes met Paul's, sending an unmistakable message.
Paul's breath quickened and he felt his cock stiffen. He hitched his towel around his waist and walked quickly into the back locker room, letting the door fall shut with a thump. His cock sprang out in full erection as he removed the towel from his waist and took it in his hand, walking back to the last row of lockers.
The dark man was standing in the aisle, his towel on the bench beside him. He had one foot on the bench and leaned forward, a hand on his bent knee, smiling. Paul stopped, hypnotized by the masculine perfection before him.
The stranger's hand moved, beckoning. That brought Paul out of it. He took a step forward and the dark man moved to meet him. Both men's hands reached out simultaneously for the other's cock.
As Paul's hand made contact, he let his eyes drop to his prize. He gripped the shaft, noting with satisfaction its length and thickness. His thumb slid over the smooth head and reached the moist opening at the front. He spread the precum over the head and heard a quick intake of breath from the other man in response.
The hands of the stranger had been occupied too, squeezing and fondling Paul's organ. Now they moved up and began to work Paul's nipples. The blond threw his head back, eyes closed in pleasure. Then Paul bent his head down, brushing his lips across the darkly furred chest in front of him. He opened his mouth and let his tongue flick slowly and delicately across one large nipple. As the other's breathing quickened, Paul began to twist and squeeze the other nipple as he engulfed the first with his entire mouth, keeping his tongue in constant motion. In a few moments the stranger gasped and pulled away.
Paul spoke to his partner for the first time. "What's wrong?" He asked.
The other man smiled. "Nothing. Just felt so good I thought I was going to cum."
Paul chuckled. "Not yet." He knelt, his hands cupping the other's hard dimpled ass cheeks. He closed his eyes as he let the jutting flesh of the dickhead play across his face, burying his nose in the damp pubic hair, inhaling the scent of soap mixed with a faint hint of man musk. Finally he let his lips part and close on the cock. Slowly he slid down past the flaring head and down the shaft, then up again. Giving head to this guy felt very good. As Paul increased the pressure and pace, he began to pull on his own stiff dick with one hand. The man standing before him sighed, his hands caressing Paul's tousled blond head as the kneeling man buried his face in his crotch, taking the entire length of erect cock down his hot throat. A moan escaped his mustached lips as Paul twisted his head on the way up. The blond now raised his hands to the chest in front of him, teasing his partner's nipples as he continued his efforts.
Paul raised his eyes and saw the dark man's head thrown back, his eyes closed and mouth open in pleasure. His knees were beginning to hurt from the cold tile floor of the locker room but he didn't care. He felt the strong hands on his head, caressing and guiding him, and felt a rush of pride that he could give this much pleasure to another man. He grasped the ass again and lunged forward, deep throating the cock until it choked him, keeping it stuffed in his mouth even as he gagged. With a grunt the man in front of him pulled back.
"You okay, man?"
Paul looked up and grinned, though he was gasping and his eyes were watering. "Never better."
The other man laughed. Hands under his arms pulled Paul to his feet. "Now it's my turn."
He knelt and soon the blond felt waves of pleasure flood through his body up from his crotch. His partner's hands and mouth moved rapidly and expertly, making a hot slippery tunnel for Paul's cock. Paul looked downward at the masculine form before him, down the broad shoulders and muscular back to the cleft of his ass. He cupped the dark man's face with his hands, raising it to his own as he bent down and placed his lips on the other's mouth. Paul fleetingly wondered whether his partner would even want to kiss him, but the stranger took his mouth even more eagerly than he had his cock or nipples. Strong arms encircled him as the man rose and kissed Paul passionately. Paul hugged back with equal abandon as their tongues and lips tangled together. After long moments they broke apart. Paul let his head fall against the shoulder in front of him, letting out a long sigh.
His partner spoke again. "Anything the matter?"
Paul chuckled. "Not one damn thing," he replied, "except maybe that I don't know your name."
The dark man smiled. "I don't know yours either. I guess I was more interested in other things. Anyway, I'm Gary, and you're...?"
"Paul."
"Paul," Gary repeated. He shook his head. "There I am in that shower, thinking I'm the only one in the place, and you walk in. Damn."
He took Paul's cock in his hand again and reached around behind with his other. Paul felt a finger push into his asshole and closed his eyes. "Mm, I'd love something bigger up there."
