My muscles ache and sweat dries against my forehead as I head into the locker room. I haven't worked out in years and the strain of my first time reminds me why I quit. I shake my head and grin at my own lack of self discipline. I grab my towel, strip down and head for the showers. Just as I'm about to turn the water on I hear a quiet hiss of breath, followed by a long shuddering sigh. Someone is in another stall, but there's no sound of running water. A moment passes, and another sigh, a moan that sets my eyes wide. There is no mistaking the nature of that noise.
I duck down, peering under the bottom of the shower stall to see on the other side of the wall something that sets my pulse pounding. A pair of feet and a pair of knees in front of them. Both belonging to men judging by the structure and hair. I stand back up, unsure of what to do as the wheels in my head turn and the scene is laid plain. A few inches from where I'm standing, a man is sucking another man's cock.
Another moan. I'm frozen, petrified. I look down and see to my surprise an erection jutting from the close trim of my pubic hair. I close my eyes, and take a deep, silent breath, but all I can see is a man on his knees before me, drawing my cock into his mouth, my hand on the back of his head urging him forward. Or is it the other way around?
Another moan cuts into my unbidden fantasy, more urgent this time. My hand closes around my own rigid, needful flesh, and begins the familiar motions. I look down to see toes curling as the tension builds and suddenly I hear the words in a voice I recognize.
"I'm cumming."
Semen splashes against the wall in front of me and runs over my hands in a bittersweet explosion of ecstasy that feels wasted. There is a few seconds of silence, then the man on his knees gets up. They exit the stall. I risk a quick peek out to confirm my suspicions and see Jason walking behind an unfamiliar man. Jason is a personal trainer at the gym who offered me training when I signed up. As I watch them go I realize that I'm going to accept his offer.
That night I sleep and dream of him. He sits upon a stone seat, naked and glorious, his cock upright and proud. I kneel before him and look up at him, asking him for permission to service his throbbing member. He nods, a slight smile on his lips. Gratefully, I draw the beautiful length of flesh into my mouth.
It is the first gay sex dream I've ever had.
I try to forget the whole thing. I'm not gay, the fantasy is foolish and unwanted. Yet it haunts me. I find myself thinking about that day in the shower. I dream of the taste and feel of cock. I start looking at gay porn to fulfill the urge and for a week or two it does fine but soon I can't deny that my need is greater than mere watching.
I go back to the gym and find Jason.
"Hey man, what can I do for you?"
"I was hoping you could let me suck your cock," I want to say, but what comes out is "I want to get some training."
