I love cock. Can't deny it. Can't escape it. Not guys, as such, but COCK. I am married, love my wife and family, and will do nothing to endanger them or my marriage. But I love cock. Am I repeating myself?
With local University connections, I am able to make use of the 5 different gyms and work-out centers on campus, in addition to the 3 pools they have. I admit, that at the pools I spend way more time looking at the co-eds, than anything or anyone else.
I tend to use the gyms either early in the morning, arriving well before 8am, or later after dinner, close to 8pm. I try to pick on certain days when they are less crowded. After my workouts, I always shower before going home.
Of course, in using the showers, there is generally the expectation that other guys will be showering also. I have never looked at guys, as I might look at girls, thinking how much I'd love to bed them. They are just other naked men showering. Some fit, others, like me, not so fit. I'm not a fat slob, just an older, out of shape guy.
One evening, I was a bit later than usual finishing up my workout. I went into the locker room, stripped and headed to the showers. Some guys wear towels around their waist, and flip flops on their feet, I walk naked, carrying my towel. I entered the shower room, which has 3 shower heads on each wall, one of which was being used by a black guy, I assumed to be maybe a grad student, about 30 or 32 years of age. I didn't say anything to him, hung my towel on the hook, and turned the water on, and when it got to temperature, I began soaping up. As I soaped up, I turned my back to the shower head and was facing the other guy, who was turned toward me, looking up, lathering his hair. I saw his penis. Well, not a penis, but a COCK. Well, not just a cock, but a big one.
Now, I stand well over 6 feet tall, this other guy was maybe 5'10", average body type, short hair, and clean shaven.
I turned away fast, so as not to make him think I was checking him out, (I was) I didn't want to cause a scene, or get him mad.
He rinsed off and finished before I did, and left the shower room. I finished a few minutes later and left also, drying myself as I walked back to my locker, leaving wet foot prints on the floor as I went.
Reaching my locker, there was this same black man, still nude, drying off. I said "hello", he said "Hi" back.
I opened my locker and sat on the bench. As soon as I did, he moved in front of me to open his locker door, which turned out to be right next to mine. As he leaned over his cock was right in front of me, no more than a foot from my mouth. I mean eyes.
I turned my head down, and, thank god, didn't pop a woody right there. He grabbed his clothes, pulled back, moved a few feet away, and got dressed.
After he finished dressing, he turned and left. I was still sitting there, picturing his beautiful cock right before me. Mmmmmm. You see, I am relatively inexperienced in Man-Man sex, but what little I have been involved in, I enjoyed. My problem was, I demanded cleanliness, both physically, and medically, but the guys I approached on Craigslist, didn't seem to care about being healthy. Few got tested, many played with random strangers. That turned me off, so I was limited in who I could enjoy being with. Having said that, I had a particular fetish for black cock. Big, small, it was irrelevant. Black cock was my fantasy. Uncut would only be icing on the cake. You see, I'd never seen a real live uncut cock in my life. Not even on high school locker rooms after gym class.
Anyway, I finished drying off, dressed, and left. I could say that was it, but I'd be lying. I thought about that black cock on the way home, and the next day. I couldn't get it out of my mind. I wish I'd said something to him, but, I probably would have gotten myself beat up, and never be able to return to that gym. You never know how things might turn out.
The following evening, I went to the gym a little earlier. I finished my workout, showered, and as I was leaving, ran into the same guy as the night before.
He looked at me, smiling. "Leaving already?" he said "I thought you might be back tonight. Maybe we'll run into each other again." And he continued into the locker room.
My head was swirling. What did he mean? Was he hitting on me? No way. I was making something out of nothing. Still...
I knew I shouldn't. I should stay away. The next night, yes I went to the gym, later than usual. I changed and went into the work out room, and there he was. I hope I didn't blush. I got real nervous, so much so, that I couldn't concentrate on my workout. He saw me across the room, and smiled at me, I thought I was going to pass out. I was running all kinds of things through my mind. "Did he want me?" Fuck that was ridiculous. "Was it? Was he just being friendly? Maybe." Who knows? I couldn't concentrate worth a shit.
I smiled back, and raised a hand in a bit of a wave. I lay on the bench, pressing weight, not paying attention to anything, when I heard a deep voice.
"Can I give you a hand? Need a spotter for that?" he asked.
I opened my eyes, looked up, RIGHT UP THE PANT LEGS OF HIS SHORTS DIRECTLY AT HIS GORGEOUS BLACK COCK hanging above me. I almost dropped the barbell.
He caught it. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," he said.
I stammered some jibberish, I am sure, and told him "I was just finishing up, anyway."
"Good" he said. "Let's hit the showers."
Oh my fucking god. Him? Me? In the showers together? I mentally slapped myself. Hard. Several times.
He was smiling at me.
"Yeah, it's time," I said. And we went to the showers.
I went to my locker, and, like the last time, he had the one next to me, apparently we were both creatures of habit, and took the same lockers.
We undressed, hung our workout gear in the lockers and walked to the showers. I caught that he didn't cover himself with his towel tonight. We entered the showers, both taking the same shower heads that we used the last time. I faced the wall, lathering up, I turned my back to the wall, faced him, looking at me.
He smiled. "My name is Jim," he said.
"Hi. Name is Don," I replied. "Nice to meet you."
"Yeah" he smiled. "You come here often?"
"I try every day, if I can," I said. "Usually in the morning, but at night, if I miss the morning."
I noticed he was spending an inordinate amount of time lathering his cock, which defiantly was getting firm.
I was getting firm. No, I was getting HARD.
I looked up, he was staring at me, a slight smile on his face.