Locker 220

 Walking into the weight room of the local gym, I look forward to two things. One – warming up for my daily swim. Two – seeing my “lust” interest polishing the marble statue that is his body. After I reach the top of the stairs and enter the area occupied by the elliptical machines, I immediately look for him. My eyes scan over each one as cardio is the main part of his workout. Once I set my eyes on him I lock onto him with my peripheral vision while I prepare for my swim.

For as long as possible (without drawing any attention to myself) I revel in the masterpiece that stands before me – a classically handsome 6’4” Italian with the refined body of a statue. From head to toe I appreciate all the elements that combine to form a whole: a shaved/bald head that is silky smooth to the touch, an olive-toned skin complexion slightly sensitive to sunlight, eyes that are a bold autumn brown, high cheekbones that are carefully sculpted, and the defined bone structure that tapers from his cheekbones narrowing towards the chin.

As for his torso, his broad symmetric shoulders emerge from his long neck and lead to the moderately built muscles in his arms. His buff chest, built from bench pressing often, protrudes with every move he makes. If I’m lucky his nipples are erect and he’s wearing a snug shirt to show it off. Mmmm… just the thought of his firm nipples makes my nature rise. Below his pecks his body narrows toward his well-developed six-pack. Each abdominal muscle is separated by a ridge which accumulates sweat and glistens from the light reflecting off of it. Whenever his shirt rises with a passing breeze from the fans I lick my lips upon the sight of the chiseled “V” leading into his gym shorts.

His soft butt cheeks are two perfectly sized lobes that would barely fit in the palms of my hands. Every time he bends over my mouth waters and I become light-headed at the thought of sticking my tongue inside. Finally, his thighs and calves seem to ripple carelessly as he works out. The dark brown hair covering his legs supplements his masculinity perfectly.

Unfortunately, this is the extent of my enjoyment. I have yet to tell him that I love his physique and want nothing more than for him to fuck me. All I’ve done, thus far, is gone home, or even the gym showers, and jacked off thinking of him. Perhaps the biggest shame is that despite having such an appreciation for a work of art I do not even know his name. All I know is every other distinguishing characteristic that sets him apart from the other men at the gym. I have not quite mustered the courage to assert myself towards him. I have only exchanged glances and obligatory nods at him when we pass each other around the gym.

However, the real show occurs in the locker room after my daily swim. I always swim two-thirds of a mile in the indoor pool. If my timing is right, my shower follows at approximately 7:45 a.m. When I get out and put on a fresh pair of underwear, I take a seat on the bench and put some lotion on. That’s when my version of Eros comes in from his workout. Everything else in the room seems to fade – the distant water heard running in the sinks, indistinct voices from the hallway, and the streams of water pattering about on the shower floor… just he and I are in the room now.

He always uses locker number 220 which is two spaces to the right of my locker. I steal every glance I can and quickly look away if his eyes come my way. He starts undressing by removing his sweat-drenched t-shirt, revealing his hairy chest. Bending over, his back muscles ripple and his butt sticks out again. He places his dirty shirt in his gym bag sitting in the bottom of his locker. Next he pulls out a fluffy towel, washcloth, and some body wash and places it on the bench next to me. His shoes and socks come off, one by one. It’s funny to me… given the awkward tension in the room, he still seems to take his time undressing in front of me, almost putting on a show for my eyes only.

In one instant he pulls down his gym shorts and underwear and throws them into his open gym bag. Bending over this time, I lean over slightly and enjoy the view. The one exception of his hairy body is his butt which is notably smooth and hair-free. As he bends over further his butt cheeks spread apart and I peer into his butt hole as its view becomes accessible. Gazing into his luscious brown hole with light hair poking out of the rim makes my cock harder by the second.

Suddenly he grabs his toiletries and heads to the showers. He carries his body wash and washcloth in his left hand. In his right hand he holds his towel so it drapes down to his shins, covering his genitals. As he walks away from me I watch his butt sway from side to side. I take a whiff of the air (filled with his scent) that wafts towards my face. For the big show that he puts on for me, he keeps me wanting more as he never lets me see his dick. Month after month passes as I schedule my workout and subsequent shower around his just to get another peek – even if a peek is only a mere glance.

However, one summer day I come to the gym about half an hour early. I make my way to the showers after my daily swim. Muscles throughout my body are a little sore as I pushed especially hard today swimming my laps. As I enter the locker room my body starts to shiver from the instant change between the warm pool deck and the cold locker room. Switching from warm humidity to cold dryness makes me want that hot shower even more. I grab my stuff and head for the showers, only wearing my swimming trunks and a pair of flip-flops.

I quickly untie my trunks and let them fall to my ankles. I am eager to feel the hot water along the contours of my body. Removing my left foot from the trunks and placing it one step back, I lift my right foot up to raise my trunks up to my left hand. I place my swimwear on top of the shower curtain and direct the shower head away from me. Turning the knob about forty-five degrees I hold my hand under the stream of soft water and wait until it reaches just the right temperature.

Once the water is just hot enough I step under the stream and let the shivers subside. My body almost fully warms up when I feel an abrupt draft of cold air rush against my body. I turn around quickly to see the cause of this draft and see my work of art, standing before me. His towel, again, is covering his body from his chiseled “V” down to his shins. He has a stern, anxious look on his face. Bending over to place his washcloth and body wash on the floor I catch a glimpse of the top of his ass. When he faces me again he looks me in the eye and says, “I see you out of the corner of my eye everyday watching me work out and undress. Did you really think I didn’t notice?”

“Um… no, I actually…”
“Anyway I think we need to address your staring problem – right here, right now!”
“… uh, okay, well, what do you-”
“Lucky for you, I just broke up with my girlfriend and I haven’t gotten laid in a while, so you’ll just have to do. So get on your knees.”

I obey him as he throws his towel over his right shoulder. The stream of water flowing down my back warms me up again as my knees touch the cold tiles of the shower floor. Seeing his cock just inches from my face makes my mouth water. Surrounded by black prickly pubic hairs his cock is at that semi-hard state and an impressive 6 inches. The mushroom head looks like a perfect flesh lollipop with the juices starting to flow out of the tip. His balls are swollen and dangling from the end of his shaft.
“Are you gonna suck my dick or just stare at it like you do the rest of my body?”
I grin and say, “Oh, I’m sorry. Where are my manners?”

Reaching out I grab his cock with my right hand and aim his head directly at my mouth. My tongue swirls around his soft mushroom head until it starts to expand and become firm. He grabs his towel and presses it against his face as he lets out a long grunt. His breathing starts to increase and is barely covered by the water running from the shower head. Once his head is nice and firm I pull off of it and stick my tongue out. I lick up all the pre-cum I can and let the juices roll around on my tongue. The bittersweet man milk tastes better than the finest wine that has been aged for months. Before I move down to his shaft I flicker my tongue along the underside of his head and gaze into his eyes. The tension in his eyes sends chills up and down my spine.

Wrapping my lips around his shaft I taste the slick, smooth surface. Each alternate thrust of my mouth onto his member seems to make it grow a little more. I hold my breath and continue to pump his cock in and out of my mouth for as long as I can. Before I choke I let his dick plop out of my mouth. It is now an amazing 8 inches and standing at attention. Before I suck it again I spit on it and watch my saliva flow down to his balls until, drop by drop, it drips onto the shower floor.

I continue to suck on it harder and harder, shoving it further down my throat after each breath I take. Once his head presses at the back of my throat I shake my head from left to right so his pubes brush against my nose. The friction of his prickly pubic hairs against me relieves the itch on the tip of my nose. I inhale deeply to take in his sweaty musk left over from working out.
“Ah, my cock feels so good in your mouth.”
“Mmmm…”
“Look me in the eye while you suck my cock.” When I look at him his breathing intensifies. He takes his right hand and runs it through my hair. Suddenly he grabs my hair and pulls me off of his cock. He takes a moment to catch his breath and says, “You wanna lick my ass?”
“Fuck yeah.”

He places his towel on the shower curtain and points the shower head to the right so that the water is hitting the wall. Facing the left side of the stall he spreads his feet apart and bends over, pressing his face against the wall. My hands run along his tense thighs and gently push them down to make his ass more accessible. After taking a moment to stare in his brown hole I dive in. My Italian god starts to gasp for air and his knees start to buckle. I lap at his asshole collecting all the sweat I can. I moan longer and longer with each drop of sweat I gather from the rim.

Once his rim is clean I stick my tongue out and stiffen the tip of it. I shove it as deep as it will go without any warning. He groans, “Oh, shit! Fuck my asshole with your tongue!!” I thrust my tongue in repeatedly as he starts to jack himself off. I dart my tongue in deeper each time his sphincter tightens. When my tongue reaches the depths of his hole I wiggle it a little and feel his thighs start to tremble. As my taste buds rub against the little bit of hair inside, my dick starts to swell.

Turning around he grabs my face and pulls me up toward his. He sticks his tongue down my throat and tastes his own dick and ass. Meanwhile his hands travel down my backside. His middle finger runs through my crack and finds my hole. I press my body into his so his finger slips in easier. He starts to fuck me with his finger. I pull away from our lip lock as the fingertip touches my prostate. The slight pain takes me by surprise and I start to lose my breath. He pokes at my ass slowly so I can get used to it.

At first my asshole clenches around his finger. As he picks up the speed I relax my sphincter and start to nibble on his neck. I bite harder each time his fingertip touches my prostate. Each time it sends a rush of pleasure through my spine. By now my cock is rock hard and pressing up against his and oozing pre-cum.

He pushes me off of him and takes his finger out of my ass. He gathers my pre-cum on his fingers and uses it to lube his cock. I bend down and flicker my tongue over his nipples. Once his cock is covered in my juices he picks me up, lies me down carefully on my back, and positions the stream of water onto my chest and stomach. He places my legs over his shoulders and proceeds to mount me.

He looks me in the eyes, more anxious than ever, and says, “I’ve been waiting so long to pound your little boypussy.” As the stream of water hits his back some of it rolls over his shoulders and rolls onto his chest. His hard head presses into my soft ass and he draws a deep breath. When he exhales he presses into me further and slides his dick in as far as it will go. At the depths of my asshole he leans in and our warm chests touch. He puts his arms in a push-up position on each side of my body so that they are parallel to the floor. Starting to hump away, thrusting his meat into me as hard as possible, I wrap my hands around his back and feel all of his toned muscles. While trying not to lose my breath, I beg, “Oh god, don’t stop!”
“You like my dick inside of you? Is this everything you dreamed of?”
“Even more, man.”

At the peak of his tempo I grab his smooth shaved head in a fit of passion and press his lips into mine. The simultaneous feeling of his cock ravaging my ass and his tongue swirling around my mouth just about sends me over the edge. When he pulls away I grab my meat and start cranking it. He bends back to let the stream of water run over my cock and lube it up.

Once my dick is nice and wet he gets back in push-up position and continues to thrust in and out of me. This time his body is elevated giving me an ample opportunity stroke my cock. I can feel the cum travelling through my balls ready to shoot out at any moment. That feeling of euphoria running through my body as my tight ass is getting plowed sends me past the brim of joy.

Loads of my semen shoot out and hit his belly. “Ahhh! Shit!!” My semen continues to decorate his toned abs. When I am spent he is still fucking me. I lay my head back onto the shower floor and watch my cum drip from his belly onto mine. His pace takes a slight decline as he reaches his orgasm. Keeping perfect balance he reaches up and turns the water off with his left hand. He pulls his cock out of me, straddles my thighs and starts to beat off. Observing his erotic high I gently rub his “V” until he gets every last drop out.

His jizz spurts out like a fountain and splashes onto my chest and stomach. “Oh, shit. FUCK!” His cum mixes in with mine and the smell, intensified by the steam, fills my nostrils. After extracting every drop of cum he runs his fingers through our jism and mixes our potion further. When we both catch our breath he says, “Now I hope we have your staring problem under control. Or else I’ll be seeing you soon.”

"Don't get your hopes up," I say with a smug grin. He gets up, grabs his stuff, and walks over to the adjacent stall to rinse off the smell of our hot sex. The muscles on his body ripple as he walks away. I breathe a relieved sigh while staring at the ceiling. A moment after the water starts running in his stall I get up and start to wash the odor of sweet sex off of my body. I can’t help but wonder what he’ll do to me the next time he catches me staring.