Gym Guy

This story happened to me a few years back.

I had recently started going to the downtown gym in the mornings on my way to work. The gym was surprisingly busy at this time of the morning. I finished my workout and headed to the locker room to shower and change. The showers in this locker room are in one long hallway of shower stalls with curtains on one side and a large open shower bay at the end that had four showerheads. I chose one of the stalls, showered, checked out a few guys, dressed, and headed to work. 

I checked my hair in the mirror and noticed a young guy in the open shower area as I was leaving. He was showering in the middle of the bay, clearly wanting to be seen, and he looked up and caught me peeking. Our eyes locked for a moment, and he turned around and finished his shower.  

The following day I noticed that he was already working out when I arrived. I finished my workout and headed to the locker room. He wasn't in the changing area, and he wasn't in the showers. I assumed he had left, so I grabbed a towel and headed for the steam room. As I entered, the steam was thick. I sat down, and as the haze settled, I noticed that he was in the steam room, too. I glanced his way and saw he was relaxing with his eyes closed. As he opened his eyes, I looked away. 

After a few minutes, I decided to make a move. I opened my towel and sat exposed. I spread my legs and tried to make it clear that I was comfortable. I could feel his eyes watching me. I reached down and gave my package a purposeful readjustment accompanied by a few extra strokes for good measure. I placed both of my hands on my head and breathed in the steam. 

A few minutes passed, and my anonymous companion removed his towel from around his waist and placed it gently beside him. I looked over at him, and as I did, he looked forward at the tiled wall. I turned away and, too, gazed into the wall before us, anticipating the next move. 

Time stood still, and after what seemed like an eternity, he reached down and placed his hand on his growing erection. He held it at first and then began a series of slow strokes. I was timid about looking over at him but wanted so badly to watch. As I turned my head, I was surprised to see him looking me in the eyes as he continued his strokes. I followed suit. But suddenly, we were interrupted by a group of older gentlemen ready for a steam treatment. We both covered quickly. He left the steam room and was gone when I emerged. 

The next day I noticed that he was there again. He finished his workout and headed to the locker room. I finished early and followed. However, I was surprised by how crowded the locker room was on this particular morning. The shower stalls were full, as was the steam room. He had taken a position in the open shower area, and there was one vacant shower position beside him. I took the empty place and began to shower. We both noticed each other, and we occasionally glanced at each other, trying to be covert. I soaped my crotch and looked in his direction. He returned my move with a few strokes of his own. In a move of sheer boldness, he dropped his soap on purpose and had to reach over beside me to pick it up. As he came up, his elbow slightly grazed my leg. This sent a shockwave through my body which was followed by an apparent physical reaction. I turned to him and showed him the results of his daring.

For the rest of our time in the shower, we traded glances, strokes, and the occasional touch. Unfortunately, our time in the shower had to end as we both needed to go. I returned to the locker area to see him standing across from my position. He dropped his towel and began to dress slowly. I dropped my towel and began dressing as well. We both took our time, traded glances again, and exaggerated the buttoning of our pants and the tucking in of our shirts. As we both finished dressing, I looked around to notice that the locker room had momentarily cleared out, and as I looked back at him, he had moved next to me. As I turned, he placed his hand on my crotch and gave me a slight rub, looked into my eyes, and headed off. My heart was pounding.

The next day, I was disappointed not to see him in the gym. I began my workout and moved on. As I headed for the locker room, he came down the hallway. He had gone running outside instead of working out in the gym. As I was undressing across from him in the locker room, my heart was beating out of my chest. I don't think I had ever been that horny in my life.

We headed off to the steam room, or so I thought. I entered, and he did not follow. I waited a while, and as soon as I was about to give up, the door opened. To my disappointment, it wasn't him. Another young guy from the gym took a seat at the other end of the steam room. The door opened again, and it was finally him. He sat in the middle, and we both waited. The stranger removed his towel, which made it ok for us to pull ours off.  I turned toward my new friend, and our eyes met. I couldn't take it. I began slowly stroking as I looked into his eyes. He reached down and started slowly stroking, both of us trying to hide our movements from our unknown company. This went on for what seemed like hours. 

Finally, the unknown man got up and exited the steam room. Immediately, we both got up and sat beside each other. I slowly reached over and placed my hand on his inner thigh, asking permission to continue. He began stroking again then removed his hand, making room for mine. I took him in my hand and started slowly stroking him. He let out a soft moan. I moved my hips up against his, begging for a return. And then it happened, he took me in his hand, firmly, matching our built-up passion with the strength and speed of his strokes. Each stroke seemed to get faster and tighter. We were now pumping each other at an incredible pace. He let out a loud gasp as bursts of cum flew between us, and he rested his head on my shoulder for the remaining waves of pleasure. He then, gently,  gave me the signal to ease up. As he did, he increased his grip on me and wrapped his other hand around my balls, stroking all of me, squeezing all of me.

The electricity seemed to begin in my feet and rise through my entire body before exploding through my dick. The first shot hit me in the face, but my friend was a master at work. He continued faster, pumping harder and adding more pressure. Instead of waining, my orgasm increased intensity with each pulse and pump of cum until I was drained and spent.

After enjoying a moment of afterglow, we both went to shower, showered quickly, and started changing. We both exchanged glances as we were changing, and, almost simultaneously, we both looked at each other and smiled.