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New Gym Friend

By: newbitime



After dating my girlfriend for only about 6 months, we decided to move in together. This meant finding a new grocery store, a new dry cleaner, and of course, a new gym. Fortunately, living in downtown Toronto, we had great options for all three. The gym was the highlight. The same chain had two locations almost side by side due to a recent take over, and the one we started frequenting had far fewer people. We weren't people watchers at the gym either, we went in, did our thing, and left. As often as possible, we would go together to keep each other motivated. Due to a suddenly heavier workload for my girlfriend however, I found myself going more often on my own.

My name is Mark, I'm a 34yr old young professional, working in sales, and eager to start a family with my girlfriend Lindsay. She's also in her early 30s, 5'6, 115lbs, slim and firm. Cute small tits, and a beautiful shaved pussy. I'm about 6'2, 185lbs, also in good shape.

Gyms are like a small community, the more often you go, the more people you get to know. Some like to strike up full conversations while others go for the simple 'head nod of recognition.' One of my new gym friends was a man named Jeff. Somewhat of a social butterfly, he would often stop by to chat with both Lindsay and I, and mostly about his life. One of 'those' guys. As harmless as he was, it could get quite annoying at times.

The gym wasn't that big, and neither were the locker rooms. With wall mirrors set up the way they were, you could pretty much see every corner from every corner. I was a little uncomfortable with this at first, but I had been working hard on my body, and found myself feeling more and more confident about it. I'd take my time toweling off, would stand in my boxers looking at my phone for extended periods as well. In fact, I started to get turned on by the sideways glances that I would pick up from some of the gay guys who worked out there. I myself am not gay, but it's definitely a compliment when anyone finds you attractive, I think.

My workout schedule was fairly regular, arriving around 1pm, and being showered and out by about 1.30pm. Except on Saturdays when I would spend an extra bit of time in the sauna and steam room to work the weekly stress out of my body. Jeff seemed to be on a similar schedule, with only occasional weekend run ins. 

On one of these Saturdays, things changed forever. After a good hard workout, I stood at my locker in my sweaty boxers, reading a few emails and catching up on what I'd missed in the previous hour on twitter. As I looked up from my phone, I saw Jeff undressing, while keeping his eyes firmly fixed on my groin. I had had no idea that he swung that way, and to be honest couldn't care either way. I'm comfortable enough with my own sexuality to not be intimidated or bothered by others. 

We made some small talk, and I noticed that he slowed his undressing, and almost stopped as he neared full nudity. His boxers had a nice tent going, and as he lowered them I noticed, what looked like a semi hard cock hanging between his legs. I only say "looked like" cause I couldn't be sure what his flaccid dick looked like, but this was definitely a cock. Just then he asked me a question, which brought my eyes from his groin to meet his. I was smiling. Big mistake. He smiled back, and stood there with his hands on his hips, and his thick cock hanging heavily between his legs. He gave me a "like what you see?" look, and just stood there, like a deer in headlights. 

Shorter than I am, Jeff stands at about 5'8, and probably also around 190 or 200 pounds. I'd guess he was about 45 yrs old, and generally a solid looking dude. Dark hair, clean shaven on both his face and crotch, and in good shape physically.

The eye contact, and ensuing pose gave me a bit of a panic, and I rushedly shed my boxers, grabbed my towel, and headed for the steam room. It was tough, but I managed to avoid any more glances towards his lower region. 

I found a spot on a bench, and leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. As all guys do, I had to unwrap my towel in order to sit comfortably (gym towels are always too small). You end up sitting on one end, and the other wraps over one thigh and as far across your lap as it can reach. It rarely makes it to the other leg, and often just sits covering your pubic area. 

I opened my eyes as the door opened, and in walked Jeff. He climbed up onto the bench beside me, putting his crotch at my eye level, and dumped some cold water into the steam room censor. This was a common practice to make the machine pump more heat and steam into the room, so I thought nothing of it, until he turned towards me and opened his towel. There it was again, his thick cock hanging right in front of me. I couldn't help but stare at it. He was circumcised, and his balls were shaved bare and god were they big. They looked like two kiwis in a silk bag.

He said hello with a half smile and slowly lowered himself onto the bench next to me. He sat on his towel, and covered himself the same way I had. Fortunately there were two other men in there, and the four of us chatted casually as we let the steam relax our muscles. After about 15 minutes, the two other gentlemen rose and left.

My heart suddenly went into a slight panic. As the door slid shut, he stood again to pour more water from his bottle onto the sensor. He stood naked next to me for a good 30 seconds to do so, and I couldn't help but watch him the entire time. My dick was swelling again, and my heart was racing. He looked down a few times, and saw me looking, but I just couldn't help myself. It looked so powerful, so full. He sat again, but didn't cover himself at all this time.

Jeff and I continued to talk as a fresh wave of steam poured into the room. I thought it best to close my eyes again. Hoping that this would kill any thoughts he might have had, and also give my dick time to ease down. I wasn't so lucky however, as even with my eyes shut, his cock was all I could see. Suddenly, I could feel his hand rest gently on my leg. My body twitched, and then settled again. It was turning me on. I didn't want it to. I wanted it to stop, that's what I kept telling myself, but my body was disobeying me. My cock began to swell, and as much as I wanted to pull away, I just left him there. We talked about work, and sports, and life at home... random things, but his hand was slowly rubbing me the whole time. Up and down my thigh, gentle squeezes, until he finally slid my towel off, and my semi hard dick jumped up. I felt his hand on my sweaty thigh. I felt it move closer and closer to my crotch. My hips started gently thrusting, hoping that doing so would get his fingers onto my dick sooner. He was teasing me. Getting ever so close, then moving away. My dick was raging now, and the talking had stopped some time ago. He danced his fingers all the way from my knee to my upper inner thigh, and just as they started to wrap themselves around my shaft, we heard talking from the other side of the door. 

The door swung open, and two or three more guys walked in. I panicked hard, my heart was racing, and my eyes flew open, my hands grabbed for my towel. I leaned forward on the bench to hide my erection, and jumped into the middle of a sentence to make it seem like we'd been talking or something. I wasn't really sure; I just knew I wanted to get the hell out of there. Fortunately Jeff played along, and kind responded to what I was saying. The guys who were coming in had also been talking, and with rush of steam that hit them, I'm pretty sure they didn't notice anything. After a few minutes I stumbled up to my feet, announcing my departure, and clumsily wrapped my towel around my waist trying to hide my still swollen dick as I walked out. I kept my head down and headed straight for the showers. 

As with all gyms, lockers, or any space with multiple showers, the water pressure varies from stall to stall, and I had my favourite at the back right hand corner. The doors were curtains, and the walls separating the stalls were smoked glass. The moment I was inside, and the water was running, I grabbed a hand full of lotion and gave my dick a good pull and massage as the water poured over my head. 

I'd say I'm about average in that department. Never had any complaints, or anyone finding it too big. I'd say I'm about 6" hard, and a good size around.

Just then the shower next to mine started up, and based on the silhouette I could see through the wall, it was Jeff. He also seemed to be giving himself a good soaping down below, and man was he hung. I couldn't see any detail, but I also couldn't stop looking. Thick, and long, his cock was mesmerizing. I couldn't take my eyes off it as my own stroking picked up in intensity. Just then, some water hit the glass wall and broke me out of my daydream. And then again. It was him. He saw me looking, and was looking right back at me. I wanted to stop and leave, but something held me there. I felt transfixed on him as my dick got bigger and harder than it had been in a long time, and my balls were aching for release! He turned towards me, and pressed the head of his cock up against the window and kept stroking. Almost as if commanded, I did the same. He even leaned forward at one point and put his mouth on the other side of where my dick was touching, and it sent shivers down my spine. My head went back, and my eyes shut hard. 

As my mind wandered to magical places, and the pleasure rushed through my body, I was once again brought back to earth as I heard his curtain slide open. I felt abandoned, and hurt. Like maybe I did something wrong so he left me there, dick in hand... literally. As I collected my thoughts, his hand suddenly came through the curtain, and grabbed my dick. He stood just outside my stall, occasionally glancing towards the door, with one hand rubbing my cock, and the other on his own. It felt so amazing and so uncomfortable all at the same time. His soapy hand worked me hard and fast as he built his own steam. It was sending electricity through me! I felt like a plaything, a sexual toy, and pile of nerve ends, I was on cloud nine! I think he could tell too. My breathing was picking up, and I was getting close. In that moment when we lose the ability to control anything except our want to explode, he stepped through the curtain, and used the hand he had been stroking himself with to grab my face. Well, he slid his thumb into my mouth, and gently closed the rest of his fingers on my face. He gently guided me down to my knees as he continued to stroke me. I was in a daze, with my dick throbbing, the heat from the shower, I didn't really know what was happening. The water rinsed the soap from his monstrous cock as he stood and released my own. I was now face to face with his cock, which had to be at least eight or nine inches long, and thick as my wrist. 

As the suds washed off, he pushed it forward and into my wanting mouth. He withdrew his thumb as he replaced it with the head of his monster. His other hand now grabbed my head as well, and he slowly began to fuck my mouth. He then leaned back against the wall, and used one of his feet to give little kicks to my balls. The first contact was a bit of a shocker, but each one after made my dick rage harder and harder. He whispered "you like that? Tasting my thick cock? I saw you looking, I knew you wanted it. What would your girlfriend say? Does she know you suck cock like a pro? Does she know how bad you want my cock? " 

I just stared up at him as he continued to push his way down my throat. I gagged a few times, and just kept praying no one would come in or notice what was happening. He asked "Do you like that? Huh? Do you? Tell me you want it. Tell me how much you want this cock in your mouth" 

As he said it, he stopped pushing it so deep. Only the head was moving between my lips now, and he got more demanding as he held me by my hair "Tell me you like sucking cock, tell me you like my cock. You do don't you boy?"

Without warning I blurted out "Yes Sir! I like sucking your big cock!" and tried to push my head forward and onto it as the taste from his precum coated my lips. 

His thick strong hands stopped me as he looked into my eyes and said "Beg me for it boy. Beg me to let you suck my cock!"

And I did. I didn't have a choice. He had me right where he wanted me. My balls were full, my shaft was loaded, and I was ready to cum, and he knew it. He knew he had full control over me. Every little kick elicited a guttural moan. I even tried to slide my knees together to stop it, but he just pushed them apart again with his foot. I begged, and I begged hard! "Please Sir! Please let me suck your cock! I need it. I need it inside my mouth. I want to taste it. To make you cum. To serve it. To be a slave for it, please Sir! I'll do anything!"

I had no idea where this was all coming from, but it just sort of came out. My brain was shut off, and my body wanted release. He looked down at me and said "Anything? Glad to hear it boy. If I let you make me cum, if I give you that gift, you are mine, understood? Your mouth, your dick, your ass, whenever and however I want, got it?" 

"Yes Sir! I'm yours Sir! Please let me taste it! Please let me swallow your cum!" I said pleadingly. 

He just smiled down at me, set himself firmly on both feet, and said, "That's my good little boy! Now make sure you swallow all of it, or the deal is off" and he proceeded to pound his cock into my mouth like a teenager into his first girlfriend. I'm pretty sure he gave me a concussion somewhere along the way. 

Before long, he was blasting stream after stream of cum into my mouth, and I swallowed hard. I almost choked a few times, but swallow after swallow slide down my throat. He must have shot at least 6 solid streams into my throat. 

I kneeled there in a daze as his thrusts slowed, and the jizz stopped flowing. He slowly pulled my head back and used one hand to rub the last few drops onto my lips. As he did, and as my tongue chased his movements, I heard him say "You're mine now", and his hands released me, and he was gone... back to his own stall as I almost fell over after him. 

From my side, as I knelt on the floor, I could see him cleaning himself off as he watched me struggle back up to my feet, with my little dick still raging hard. As I regained my footing, still using the walls for stability, a few splashes hit the window separating us, and I knew what he wanted. I filled my hand with body wash, leaned back against the other wall while facing him, and started working my dick towards the release it needed so badly! As I did, he turned his water off and stood just outside his stall toweling off. He opened my curtain about a foot, so that he could see in. His eyes met mine again, and he smiled as he watched me fuck my own hand. 

It didn't take long either, 15-maybe 20 strokes and I was firing rockets at the window as my legs shook. I hadn't cum that hard ever, as far as I could remember, and when the dust finally settled, and my balls were empty, and my Master was gone. Not only had he walked away, but also he took my towel with him.

I wasn't sure what to do, so I cleaned myself off, and made my way back to my locker completely nude. My mind was still a bit fuzzy, and my dick was still swollen, but my balls were emptier than they had ever been. I passed a few people as I walked, but I kept my eyes on the floor, so I'm not sure what they were looking at. I just hoped that they were doing the same. The cold air from the locker room was working for me as well... until it wasn't. My dick had gone from full erupting erection in the shower, to shriveled little pinky finger as I turned the final corner to my locker. And there he was, sitting there on the bench with my towel folded neatly beside him. "Looks like you forgot something!" he said as he handed me the towel. "Must be pretty cold in here Hehee" 

With that comment, he pulled the towel away, like Lucy and Charlie brown. His laugh was enough to draw other embarrassed looks from the other patrons who were either arriving or dressing to leave. A few of them giggled under their breath after noticing how little my dick looked. 

My body began to shiver as he finally let me have the towel. As I dried myself off he pretended to look at his phone, but I knew why he stayed. To make sure the humiliation and control was complete. 

He watched, and faked casual conversation as I dressed. My body was moving slowly and clumsily after having survived a work out, the steam room, and a prolonged shower... not to mention the epic orgasm. He asked embarrassing questions like "How was it? Feel like you gave yourself a good workout today? Get a good sweat in?" And made statements like "don't worry you'll get used to the new routine I showed you, and before long you'll see that it's the only way to get the results you want". He was killing me. Others were around, but he spoke in enough of a code that they didn't seem to catch on. 

I would answer nervously, hoping others wouldn't catch on to his insinuations. "Ya, great work out today" "The routine was great, thanks again for that". With each answer, I hoped to shut him up, but he kept going. 

He even went so far as to say that next time we'd focus more on the lower body and back, and "would you like that?" 

He just smiled, as I answered "Yes Sir... that sounds like a great plan" I felt humiliated every time he smiled. I felt like he had taken full control over me, and wasn't going to be letting go any time soon. I had gotten my boxers on, and was fumbling with my shirt buttons as we talked.

Before leaving, he stood next to me, pulled his card out of his inner jacket pocket and traced it up my thigh slowly before tucking it into my waistband. His eyes were locked on mine the entire time, and I think I may have whimpered a little as he dragged it across my balls. He then told to message him to schedule our next session together, and walked away.

New Gym Friend Ch. 02



In the days and weeks that followed, I continued to frequent the gym, but just on a completely different schedule. I didn't know if I enjoyed what had happened or not... scratch that, I knew I had enjoyed it, I just didn't know if I wanted a repeat performance or not. 

On a number of occasions, I would find myself thinking back on our encounter while sitting in the sauna, at my desk, or while showering, and it would lead to some of the best self-induced orgasms I had ever had. I even started walking to and from the shower with the towel over my shoulder instead of around my waist. I guess Jeff had brought out an exhibitionist side out of me that I wasn't fully aware existed.

Then one Friday evening, while sitting and watching television... we had finished our dinner, and Lindsay was reading in the bedroom... my phone vibrated with the arrival of a text message. It was from a number I hadn't had saved in my phone, and it read "Do you miss it?"

I replied back "Miss what? I think you have the wrong number..."

Suddenly a photo arrived of a man's crotch, in white silky looking boxer shorts, popped up on my screen. My first reaction was to hide the screen, but then I looked longer at the image. The thickness of his member allowed for an appealing outline in the garment. I knew it was him. 

My own dick started to swell as memories darted back through my mind. My heart started beating faster... but how did he get my number?

"Hey Jeff... How did you get my number?" I sent.

"You answer me first boy... do you miss it?" He replied.

"Um... I've thought about it a few times."

"DO YOU MISS IT?"

"Yes, I miss it. I don't know if I would do it again, but I've thought about it a lot." I really didn't want to say that, or give in that easily, but he held some control over me.

"Good boy. I knew you did. I knew you loved it. I know you need more. Are you getting hard right now?"

"Um... I'm just watching TV... Lindsay is home..."

"ARE YOU HARD RIGHT NOW BOY?" he replied strictly.

"Yes Sir, my dick is getting stiff the more we talk about what happened."

"Good. Meet me at the gym for a workout tomorrow at 4pm. Understood boy?"

"Yes Sir. I'll see you there Sir."

And he was gone. He never answered my question. But just then Lindsay came through the room to refill her tea, and asked whom I had been messaging... I guess she saw me staring at my phone. I told her Jeff from the gym had just gotten in touch with me, and wanted to see if I was interested in working out together tomorrow. Her reply made my heart sink, as she said "Oh Jeff! Ya, he said you two had been spotting each other lately, but that he hadn't seen you in a few days... I gave him your number so he could get in touch. You don't mind do you honey?"

"No no, not at all. Jeff is a good guy. We're gonna hook up errr... I mean, to work out tomorrow afternoon, if that's alright?"

"Of course" She said, "I'm meeting up with my sister to do some shopping. Feel free to grab dinner with him or something too if you want... I'll probably grab something at the mall."

So it was set then. That night I didn't sleep much, and was up early the next morning. I took care of a few chores that I had been neglecting, and organized my drawers, and then waited... I waited for a good two hours with not much to do. When it was finally time to leave, I packed up and headed out the door. My mind racing with all sorts of thoughts about what might happen. What exercises we would do, and would he embarrass me on the gym floor? Or just wait until the locker room again. 

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of a locker, and undressing. I had my gym clothes all laid out, and was standing in my boxers, hanging my pants in the locker. As I leaned away from the door to start pulling my shorts on, Jeff walked in. He was wearing his gym gear, and was covered in sweat.

"Hey buddy! How's your weekend going?" He asked, as though we had bumped into each other randomly. 

"Good... um... you just finishing up, or..?" I replied hesitantly. Wondering if I had imagined the entire exchange from the night before.

There were a few guys moving around the locker room, but no one seemed to be paying much attention to us. 

"Ya, just finished a good session, gonna hit the steam room for a bit. Why don't you join me?" He said it so nonchalantly, that I was almost fully convinced that I was losing it. 

"I thought we were gonna work out?"

"Ya, I did... freed up some time, and came earlier... early bird gets the worm and all that. You want the worm don't you?"

I went beet red, and just stood there looking at him. As I did, another gym friend stopped in to say hi hellos, and asked if we were coming or going. Before I could answer, Jeff stepped in. "I just finished a solid workout, but Mark here just came by for a steam, didn't ya buddy?"

"Yes Sir... sure did... the um... the old backs been acting up again..."

With that, the guy moved on, but was still close enough to hear Jeff say "and don't forget your towel this time!" As he winked at me.

He then started to undress, and I went into a bit of a trance. I packed my gym clothes into my locker, and pulled my boxers off too. Wrapped a towel around my waist, and turned back to Jeff. He was also fully nude, with only a towel on. He turned and made his way to the steam room, and I followed. I couldn't help but feel a touch of regret for having missed out on a chance to see his cock again as he changed out of his clothes... 

When we entered the steam room, there were already 3 guys in there. He moved towards the sensor to poor some water on it, and I found a seat on the bench, hoping to get a view as he opened his towel again at my eye level. But he didn't. I opened my towel as I had always done, and he moved and sat across from me. I couldn't figure out what was happening, until he sat and shifted his towel so that his cock was hanging free between his swollen thighs. The other guys were already deep into a conversation, and Jeff and I casually joined them. Whenever I could, I'd steal glances at Jeff's crotch. His shaft was dripping sweat, and I just wanted to crawl over and lick him clean. He'd even occasionally reach down and give himself a wiggle... pretending to massage a sore muscle or whatever so that the others didn't catch on. With every wiggle his cock stretched longer and grew thicker. As a result, mine did the same, but on a much smaller scale. I don't know what was happening to me, but he had seduced me. He had taken control of my want and desire. I needed him. I needed his cock, his juices, and his power!

Shortly after, the three men made their exit. Almost on cue with the door closing, Jeff stood, took a few steps towards me while holding his towel on, and put one foot up on the bench beside me. He then just stared down on me with a "Get to work slave" look in his eyes.

And I did. My face drove forward hungrily as my hands worked to shift his towel out of the way. I kissed his semi flaccid cock, and licked it, and squeezed it with my hand while licking his balls... I got excited when it started to grow, and felt proud when it reached full attention in my mouth. 

Without warning, he pulled himself out, and backed up a few inches so that it was just out of reach of my mouth, and he then proceeded to slap me across the face with it a few times while laughing. 

He then moved back to the bench, and sat back in his spot. I couldn't believe it. He took away my toy! He took away the thing that I wanted more than anything in the world! I was addicted to his cock, and wanted to worship it night and day. I licked my lips searching for more of his flavour... for more of his sent!

"I thought you weren't sure if you wanted to do this again boy? And yet here you are... you came to the gym, not to work out, but just so you could suck my cock... didn't you?"

"Yes Sir."

"Why? Do you like it? Do you love my cock boy?"

"I do Sir! I'm... obsessed with it."

"mmmm good boy... now tell me why you came to meet me today?"

"I needed to. I've been thinking about it everyday since it happened... when you sent that picture last night, I nearly came in my pants" I said submissively as he smirked at me. "When you told me to come meet you, I didn't even consider it, I just followed your order. I didn't want to disappoint you. To let you down Sir."

"Good boy, that's what I like to hear... Now, show me your little dick" he demanded. So I opened my towel for him. "Good boy, you're nice and hard, aren't you? Now lean back and close your eyes. I want you to slowly stroke yourself, but do not cum. If you get close, stop for a minute, and then keep going. If anyone else comes in, you're not to cover up. You're not to leave. You're not to shift positions. Simply sit there, remove your hand, and think about My cock. Understood? If your dick gets soft, you lose all access to my Cock and me. You don't want that, now do you boy?"

"No Sir, Yes Sir, um errr no Sir?" I stammered while following his instructions.

"You don't want this to be the last time you see my cock do you? The last time you taste it? The last time you feel it's girth in your hands?"

"No Sir! I can't let that happen! I'll do exactly what you say! Please Sir! Please don't take it away from me!"

We then sat there for what felt like hours, but what was actually only 20minutes or so, as men entered the steam room, sat, spoke, laughed, and left. I was hoping that no one had noticed my little 6" dick as it stood at full attention, but I'm pretty sure everyone did. I was embarrassed, and humiliated knowing that people were seeing me in this state. People whom I would never recognize, but who would know me. From this day forward, men might smile at me or look disapprovingly at me, and I would never be sure if this was why. Heck, I might even end up with someone else like Jeff, taking advantage of me in my weakened state. On two occasions, we had the room to ourselves, and I stroked my sweaty dick exactly as instructed. On the second passing, I got so very close to cuming, and just as I was reaching that edge, a middle-aged man walked in. I dropped my hand immediately, but my heavy breathing surely gave me away.

At the end of my task, when we were alone again, Jeff simply said, "shower time" and left the room.

I was so happy, and proud that I had managed to stay hard the entire time without touching myself in other men's presences... much... on one occasion, I could feel it dropping, so I reached down and gave it a shake. I heard Jeff laugh under his breath, and the conversation stopped for a moment, but I kept my eyes closed, and followed my orders!

I followed on his heels towards the shower bay, hiding my hard dick under my towel, as we moved to the same showers that we had had on our previous encounter.

He wasted no time with his stroking, and I followed suit. Watching him glide his hand along his thick shaft drove me to the edge quicker than I care to admit. I had to stop a few times, and he took notice of this. He then slid his foot under the divider, and wiggled it around. I wasn't sure what he wanted until he pointed to his lips, then to me, then to his foot. 

I lowered myself onto the shower floor, onto my hands and knees, and started kissing his foot. As one point I looked up, and he was still slowly stroking his cock. When I looked back down, his foot was gone... and he bent over, and his hand came into view. The gap left about two feet between the floor and the divider. At first I kissed his hand, thinking that that was what he wanted, but he pulled away. This time I knew he wanted my dick, so I slide on my knees until my face and chest were pressed up against the wall. My knees were as far apart as they could get, and I managed to get just low enough for my dick to pass underneath.

He then went to work, slowly pulling on my dick, and rubbing my balls. He even reached under, and let his fingertip dance around my ass a few times. It made my whole body shake. My hips started thrusting with his movements, and I was lost in another dream zone... when his hand pulled away... I opened my eyes with a bit of shock, but he quickly replaced his hand with his foot. He was now using his foot to rub me. It didn't feel nearly as good, but looking through the smoked glass, and seeing him stroke his own cock added to my excitement enough that the foot was getting it done. 

He started to push the head of his cock up against the window again, and I licked and kissed my side of that window like I could feel and taste the real thing. My hips were moving again, and I was getting to that edge one more time. Then it happened, I shot my load all over his foot as I slammed my hips into the divider. I didn't produce nearly as much cum as Jeff had, but it was enough that my legs started to shake as I finished up.

I started to push myself away from the glass wall, so that I could stand back up, but I noticed his cum covered foot was still hanging around. I looked up at him, and he pointed back down to his foot. I knew what he wanted. I knew what my orders were. So I leaned back in, and started to suck my cum off of him. I sucked every toe, and licked every curve until he was clean. Then I kept sucking cause I could hear his breathing getting heavier and louder. I sucked and licked until his toes went rigid, and then finally fell back to the floor.

When I looked back up for approval, I saw that he had shot a huge load all over the divider. His shower had stopped, and he was toweling off. I stayed on my knees watching his silhouette move around, trying to steal more glimpses of my obsession. After wrapping the towel around his waist, he used his finger to collect part of his load, stepped out of his stall, and opened my curtain. He then pushed his finger into my mouth, and told me to make sure I licked up every drop so that no one else finds it. He then stepped back, and continued to pretend to be toweling off, as I crawled from my shower stall, into his, and began licking the divider clean. He laughed a few times, and asked me how I liked it. I just kept going though. I needed to get it all into my mouth!

As I was finishing up, he reached over me and turned the shower back on, to its coldest setting. He told me to clean myself up, then walked away. I got back onto my feet, and stood there shivering in the water, as my erect dick shrunk back to its smallest possible size. It literally looked like a cheeto snack poking out between my legs.

For a second time, he stole my towel. Leaving me with nothing to hide my little friend. I walked back to my locker, feeling slightly less ashamed than I did last time, and found him again sitting, fully dressed, holding my towel. Only, the towel he was holding was sopping wet. 

"Hey buddy! You forget to pick up a towel at the front desk again? Jeez... well... you can use my dirty towel if you like? I picked up two, one for the steam room and one for the shower... this one is from the steam room, but it's better than nothing, right?"

There were a few other people around, including the guy we had seen when I first arrived, and they could definitely hear what he was saying to me... and they definitely saw me reach out and accept his offer, and thank him for his kindness. I made eye contact with our other buddy, and he just smiled and laughed a bit to himself. I started to wonder if he knew what was going on, and if Jeff had done all of this before to someone else? The sad thing was, I was getting super turned on from the whole exchange, and my dick was reacting as best it could. It looked like a pinky finger sticking straight out. 

The towel smelled like sweaty man. Sweaty Jeff. Sweaty Jeff and his hard sweaty cock! Fuck! The more I toweled off, the harder my dick was getting... I was in a rush to get dry enough to put my clothes on before the other guys saw what was happening. Jeff just stood and watched the whole thing happen. He smiled from time to time, and made the odd joke about whatever, just to get the other guys attention, and draw their eyes in our direction. When I looked up to my locker to grab my boxers, they were nowhere to be found. They had been replaced with white briefs that were cut high on the sides releasing the leg elastics, and that were a size too big. Jeff smiled.

I stumbled while trying to pull them on, as I felt the eyes of the other guys laughing at my awkwardness. When I finally regained my footing, and pulled them all the way up, they hung almost loosely from my waist, and dick was pushing the material away, forming a noticeable tent in front of me. I was turning red again, as Jeff continued to converse with the other guys. At one point, when I leaned in to grab my pants, and had my crotch hidden from view by my locker door, Jeff reached over, and grabbed my stiff prick tight, as he dove into a lengthy story for the guys. Part way through, he started to move his hand back and forth, and just as his story reached its climax, I shot a load into the underwear. I lasted maybe two minutes with him rubbing me. When I opened my eyes, everyone was laughing at the story, and Jeff was laughing at me. I turned away from them as best as I could, and quickly stepped into my pants. When I leaned back in to grab my shirt, his hand found my crotch again, and he massaged my hot mess into my grown, making sure that he smeared it around as much as possible. The loose undies did nothing to localize the spread either. I could feel it dripping down my thighs as I buttoned my shirt.

After finally getting myself fully dressed, and we stood next to each other facing our lockers, and packing our gear up... he said "That last bit was punishment for touching yourself in the steam room."

"Thank you, Sir. I deserved the punishment." 

"Good boy. From now on, we work out at our usual time on weekdays, and I'll let you know when to show up on Saturdays, understood?"

"Yes Sir." I said, submitting once again to his power and control.

"Good boy. Oh, and from now on, I want you to wear these while we work out" and he handed me a ball of material. 

As I unraveled the ball in my locker, I found three different coloured jock straps, one light blue, one pink, and one bright yellow. All three were made of a silky material, and not in the least bit masculine. 

"Understood? What do you say?" he said as he smirked at me.

"Yes Sir, thank you for the gifts Sir. I look forward to showing them to you next time" my voice was reluctant, but my dick was still leaking precum in my pants.

"Oh, and you can wear those ones you have on now to and from the gym on Saturdays."

"Yes Sir! Anything you want Sir."

Once again, he turned and left like it had been any other day, and I stood there watching with a hard dick in my pants, a quick heartbeat, and thoughts that I couldn't control.