Love the site.
While at the gym, I was showering thoroughly. Since this is not my home, I was taking full advantage of clearing my nostrils of mucus so that I could once again breathe after this debilitating cold. So after a 15 minute shower, I open the curtain, grab my towel and notice the gentleman in the stall directly across me is voraciously jacking his raging cock using a discount cream rinse as a lubricant.
I dry myself off while watching this whirlwind blur coming from this 50-something Telly Savalas look-a-like churning butter, as he wags his tongue at me like a drooling St. Bernard. He leans back against the tile wall, the shower raining down upon his aging chest. Just as the cream comes, he reaches the height of ecstasy (or at least that's my interpretation of his facial expressions that look as if they belong to a silent film star acting out the guttural mating ritual of a grizzly bear) his flip-flops loose their footing, slipping out from underneath him.
His hands fly in the air as he grabs for something to brace himself, but wet bathroom tile is not always best, especially when your hands are covered in cheap cream rinse. His pleasure shoots forth into the air as his ass descends to the ground, making a loud thud that accompanies the back of his bald skull hitting the tile wall. His manhood bobs and drips. The man is no longer at the height of pleasure, rather the pinnacle of pain.