The workout had gone well, and Jerry enjoyed his reward: Fatigued muscles relaxing under the stream of the warm shower. There were only a couple other guys in the room, seemingly lost in their own reverie. Another part of his 'reward' was checking out the other guys letting the hot water run over their well-sculpted bodies. He noticed that one in particular would perform a minor indiscretion. While showering, the guy let a hot stream of piss join the water while rinsing off. Then he would give his hips a small shake, and finally turn off the shower.
The man's name was Jason, and Jerry could swear the guy was almost putting on a show. Once, he had looked up, and caught jerry's eyes a moment, before Jerry turned away quickly. Later Jerry had noticed the slight smirk on the guy's face. That day, the guy merely said, "Good workout today?"
Jerry mumbled a "Yeah, all right." Normally Jerry would wait until he was finished showering to use the toilet. His parents had raised him to be cleanly and fastidious. Pissing in the shower - or tub, for that matter, was not usually his habit. But Jason had him intrigued.
The next time he went to work out, a plan formed in his mind. Jerry was so inflamed by this new, unfamiliar, exotic arena, he rushed his workout, and almost forgot some reps. Finally, he was finished and sweating. It was time to hit the showers. He made his way through the crowded locker room, and finally to his locker in the shower room. Quickly stripping, he headed into the showers. They were full! He had to hover and wait for a moment, until a shower opened up. He almost bumped into another guy, but got to the shower first. The other guy gave him a dirty look.
Fumbling to get the shower turned on, Jerry realized, he forgot his soap. He said to himself, 'To hell with it. I'm going to do this thing.' So he rinsed off for a long time. The shower room finally dwindled down to a few guys. No Jason, though. Nevertheless, Jerry was able to relax enough to allow a dribble of piss to mix with the water for a time. Finally drained, he ended his long shower, and headed back to the lockers. On his way there, another guy smiled at him. Jerry was stunned. Had the guy seen? What to make of that smile. If these guys found out he was gay, there would be hell to pay - Jerry was sure of that.
The other guy had a locker near Jerry. Jerry looked at him, and managed to croak out a "Hi".
"Hi, dude. Good workout, I hope."
"Yeah. I finally benched 170. Making progress."
"Cool. That shower must have felt good, as long as you were in there."
Jerry got flustered. "Well, I ah..it just felt good."
"I noticed. Don't sweat it, dude. I like to let go in there too."
Jerry let out a chuckle. "Just couldn't hold it, I guess."
The guy said, "Maybe that's a good thing. Well, see you around, huh? My name is Chuck," and extended his hand.
"Hi; I'm Jerry." Jerry took the guy's larger hand and shook; a surprisingly weak grip there.
"Well, take it easy, Jerry. See you later." And the guy sauntered off, his tall, well-muscled frame filling the exit, his brown curls nearly touching the top of the doorway.
Jerry stared after him. Next time I will hand him my card. Next time...
Later that night, Jerry fantasized about him and Chuck, a dream drizzled in yellow and white streams - he finished jacking off with an explosive orgasm.
The next day, Chuck was not at the gym. But Jason was. So Chuck forced himself to say hello to him before the workout. Jason barely grunted at him. And yet, after the workout, Jason positioned himself at the far shower. He allowed the shower water to run all over himself, and then soaped down. He finally rinsed, and once again, allowed a yellow stream to join the clear water running down the front of his body.
