My first locker room encounter

Many of the stories I write are, like so many Hollywood movies: based on a true story. I’ll change names, add some dialogue here and there, and occasionally spice up reality just a bit to see that I’m telling my story but also making sure you get what you came for. This story however, requires no fake names, no spicing up…this is 100% true, and it even shocked me at the time. 

Now, as long as I’ve been sexually mature I’ve always been turned on at the thought of having a ‘locker room encounter.’ The idea of catching someone else or being caught with an erection in that setting, or rubbing one out with someone in a communal shower, or just being openly horny with someone else in that semi-public setting is such a turn on. 

However, this was, for a long time, an elusive fantasy for me. 

I remember trying to make it come true when I was as young as high school. Where I grew up we didn’t really strip or shower in the locker rooms at gym class, so instead I’d occasionally go to open swim times at the school’s pool on the weekends. After swimming for a short while, I’d go in the locker room and strip, walk around naked for a bit, and even use the communal showers in the buff. My horny teenage self, I was rock hard the entire time, but unfortunately, just like in gym class, few actually even used these locker rooms at this time. My exhibition would hardly even catch anyone’s notice. 

I’d try to make it happen again in college. My university had the main gym building - with only tiny locker rooms that no one really used - and an older gym building that housed the pool, a few other specialized areas, and much more old school locker rooms with large open showers and a sauna. So, I’d occasionally try my shot in that older building: going to the locker rooms to walk around naked, shower, and chill nude in the sauna as if I’d just come from one of the athletic areas there. This area tended to be lower traffic, which did cut down on the risk of getting caught by someone unfriendly to all of this, but it ended up being too low traffic as, after multiple trips over a few years, I’m not sure I can recall ever seeing another soul in there. 

Time and time again I’d try at making that locker room fantasy come true only to strike out completely. I started to think all of those stories I’d read about this kind of thing were just bull. Maybe a society of modesty toward nudity, where even communal showers are becoming harder to come by, had rid the world of those locker room experiences. 

Turns out: I may have just been looking in the wrong locker rooms. 

In about my third or fourth year out of college, when I was probably 25 and my fiancé (at the time) and I were living in a mid-sized midwestern town as we worked our way up the corporate ladder, I became a member at one of those mega gyms in town. You know these places: membership’s only like $10-15 a month so they can build ‘em real big since it attracts a lot of people to join. The kind of gym you see advertised on tv where you get everyone from the true gym sharks to the country bumpkins working out in their jeans and never wiping down the machines. Whatever though. The place was more than enough to get in a good lift and run each day after work, and that was the usual routine: the fiancé and I would go after I got home from work, sweat it out, then go home for a late dinner 

Well, on this particular day my girl had decided to stay home as she was taking classes again at the local college and had a big project due the next day, but she encouraged me to go for a solo workout…so I did. We’d usually go in our gym clothes and shower later at home, but since I’d be on my own time, I brought along a towel and change of clothes to shower there afterwards; I figured I might as well use their hot water for free instead of my own. 

I did some weight lifting for a half hour or so before hitting the treadmill for a 15 minute jog. Needless to say by the time I was done, I’d worked up a pretty decent sweat and was more than ready for that shower. 

I walked into the locker room which was nothing overly special: concrete floors with a few banks of lockers on each side when you walk in, seating benches in between with some TVs playing the news on the walls above, a bathroom area past there, then the showers, and finally a hallway leading out to the coed pool area. I opened the locker where I’d stored my gym bag earlier and stripped off my gym clothes. I then pulled down my sweaty boxer shorts, allowing my 3-4 inch (soft) cock to flop out exposed. I certainly wasn’t that horny teen anymore who couldn’t be exposed without going hard, but I still enjoyed being naked in a public place, for sure. 

As I stowed the boxers and grabbed my towel I looked around and saw a few other guys changing, coming and going, and just doing their own locker room business. At that moment it, for the first time, brought me back to those younger attempts to make a locker room encounter happen. I then realized that this was probably the biggest locker room crowd I’d actually stood naked among - the whole 4 or 5 of us in there. I lingered for a moment naked before wrapping the towel around me, intrigued by that renewed thought. I started walking toward the showers, slightly energized by the tiniest of chances that maybe this would be the day that encounter would finally come. 

I turned into the shower room which consisted of 8 showers - 4 on each side, separated by small concrete walls that came out, and with small, flimsy, aqua-colored curtains hanging in front of each for privacy. I immediately noticed that only one shower, the farthest one back on the right wall, had curtain drawn and the water running with someone using it inside. I paused for a minute thinking again of that possibility. 

“No,” I thought to myself. “This random gym trip couldn’t possibly be the one where this finally happens…could it?

But then again, maybe. Fuck it, I thought. 

I casually walked to the other back shower on the opposite side. I could see the guys feet below his curtain and soapy water running into his drain. I took off my towel and hung it on the hook outside the shower. Then I pulled a move that has now become my go-to in public showers with curtains: I barely close it in a very sloppy matter so the curtain is basically like half open and it looks like I just don’t care enough to fix it. You can use that if you want.  

I then heard my neighbor’s shower shut off, so I quickly turned on mine and played with my cock a bit to get it at least halfway to its full, 5.5 inch hard-on. By the time I heard his shower curtain open, I was reasonably hard and had begun soaping my body while making sure my cock would be visible through the gap in the curtains. 

I glanced over to see my neighbor grabbing for his towel. He was a guy about my age - mid 20s - a half foot or so taller than me, short red hair and a belly but not morbidly obese or anything. Honestly, it really didn’t matter to me if he was a fat slob or if he was Brad Pitt. 

You see my sexuality is…tough to describe. I’m straight, well mostly straight. I’m only into women as far as love, physical attraction, and actual sex. That guy in the other stall could have been the best looking man on Earth and it would have done nothing for me, but if I looked down and saw him sporting a boner: that’s a different story. I guess I’m turned on by sexual energy. I love to know and be able to visibly tell someone else is horny or being pleasured. That’s why I’d never be interested in fucking another guy but I love jacking off with them - even lending a hand - and I can really get into most consensual, legal, non-excrement related porno. It’s not the person, it’s the energy for me. So I guess…heteroflexible? Maybe there’s not even a term for it. 

Anyway, there I was acting like I was cleaning myself and still showing a half boner, waiting to see if my neighbor would react. I glanced over again and found I may have gotten an answer. The redhead guy was drying himself with his towel, but paying particularly close attention to his dick. Like me, he was uncircumcised and was actually pulling the skin back to dry around the head. If you’re not uncut I can tell you: this is not something an uncut person generally does, or at least I don’t. Was he sending me a sign back?

I decided to up the ante and see what would happen. I pumped a handful of soap from the dispenser into my palm and began soaping up my cock and balls. I pulled my foreskin back to really soap my entire cock and further solidify my hard-on into a full erection. At this I glanced back over and saw my neighbor hang his towel up, step back into his shower, and turn it on again. He too now had an erection and began soaping up his genitals as well. Thus began a bit of ‘cat and mouse.’ I gave my soapy, hard cock a few deep strokes that could pass as attentive cleaning if needed. To this I looked over and saw my neighbor give his own member a few good, soapy strokes. Then at some point in our subtle stroking, we made eye contact with one another through the gap in my shower curtain and his wide open one. There was no longer a doubt in my mind: this guy was into it and something was gonna happen here. 

I reached up and pulled my shower curtain completely open as well. I filled my hand with soap, turned to have my body completely face my neighbor, and began stroking my hard cock with my soap filled hand - no longer making any allusion that I was trying to hide it. The redhead too turned his body in my direction and began a steady stroke of his uncut, hairy cock. Finally it was happening: I was getting my locker room experience, jacking off with this stranger in the showers, and things were about to go even a step better. 

After just a minute or so of this, my neighbor leaned forward to poke his head out of his shower and look down the shower area hallway; clearly checking to see that we were still alone in there. He must have confirmed that to be the case because he suddenly walked out of his shower, leaving it on behind him, and closing the curtain. The guy walks directly into my shower stall and closes the curtain behind him. Standing next to me under the water, he reached over and grabbed my cock out of my own grip - starting to jerk me off. This worked for me and I reached across to grab his cock and do the same. So here were the two of us, two absolute strangers in our mid-20s, stroking each-other’s cocks in this public shower stall at the gym. 

I don’t know how it was for him (I honestly don’t think I give the best handjob on the planet) but this situation was certainly working for me. I looked down at my penis as this strangers soapy hand worked up and down my shaft at a fast pace. I’m not usually one for lube, but in this scenario it was working fabulously. I felt completely out of control of my own cock as he jerked me up and down, and I don’t think I’ve ever been quite as hard as I was in that moment, as a result. 

It didn’t take long for the feeling to start building inside of me. My whole body began to tense up and my hand that was stroking the guy’s dick slowed to a halt turning to a grip as my orgasm began. 

“Now,” I whispered through the sound of the running shower. 

As the stranger’s hand continued to fly up and down my shaft, my hips bucked and large ropes of cum began to spray from the tip of my cock. The guy changed his fast strokes to deep ones as he tried to milk every remaining drop out of me; the cum falling to the shower floor and flowing into the small drain at our feet. As the final bits of my semen dribbled out, he slowed the strokes and gave my boner a little shake to let the remaining cum fall from my tip. 

With that, the stranger pulled away from me, whipping his hand downward to fling my cum from it and to the drain with the rest. Without a word he gave me a nod and a fist bump and walked back to his shower. I would have finished jerking him off, but if he was happy to call it a day there I was good. I quickly shut off my shower and opened the curtain. My silent friend was back in his stall - perhaps cleaning up or finishing himself off. In the fog of what just happened, I decided it best just to get out fast before risking getting caught any further. I got back to my locker, dressed, and walked out the front door. 

And that was that! My locker room encounter, the one I’d tried so long to pull off, went off as perfectly as I could have wrote it. I never saw the stranger at the gym again, never that I realized at least, and moved on to have other encounters in other locker rooms, but it’s true what they say: none of ‘em are quite like your first.