I saw a dude pop his load, unexpectedly, last night.
I have a work associate whose husband is a Health Club manager with a local club chain, so last night I visited the main club near my home. It's HUGE and the locker room is actually 3 locker rooms put together, and it's a long naked walk from one end passing thru to the opposite end, with lots of little offshoots and hidden areas for rental lockers.
I was all done with my workout, followed up with shower/steam/sauna... and I had all my gear bagged up and was walking around, looking for a buddy that was going to meet me for a quick bite to eat after we were done. I walked down the corridor, (Friday night about 9 pm) and there was this dude standing in the aisle, fresh from the shower, locker open and starting to get dressed. He also looked like he had a serious semi growing. I made eye contact and smiled, and kept walking.
I walked back to the shower area, then I doubled back, walking back to him on the opposite row, to get another look and ask him if he had seen my buddy. He stood there, totally naked, me dressed and wearing my winter coat and told me to head back toward the showers and check on the other side of the locker room. While he answered me, he had one hand on his cock, slowly pulling and fluffing it a bit like all guys do around other dudes.
I walked all the way back to the far end of the locker room, and the place was nearly empty except for a few guys gathering in the hot tub area. No sign of my bud- looks like I took too long and he left without me. In the meantime, I walked all the way back to where I was n the first place, and I was quickly passed by a chubby black man wearing only a towel. He seemed to have come from the general area where the other guy was getting dressed.
I walked down the aisle quietly, and surprised the dude. He had his sweatshirt on, and his jeans fallen at his knees and he was obviously stroking at least 8.5' I think I maybe had interrupted a blowjob. He had a slightly shocked look on his face and he tightly grabbed the root of his cock.
'Did you finish yet?' I quietly said with a smile.
Realizing that I was cool with it, he answered coyly 'not yet...'
I leaned against the corner locker, and watched him squeeze, pet, and stroke his bouncing bone. He asked me to unzip my jeans, so I pulled down my crotch to show some trail hair, and then slowly opened my fly-and cuddled my white pouch.
'Whip it out...' he asked with a cocky growl. I looked once over my shoulder, and seeing that the coast was clear, complied.
I handled myself just a little, but it didn't take long for him to toss a few jets of thick man yogurt onto his workout towel, lying on the floor. He groaned a few times, and shrank back against his open locker.
I looked him in the eye, smiled, and said, 'nice job' as I repacked my goods and was on my way.