16 comments/ 242283 views/ 16 favorites Gym Shower By: Flashlight7.5 We got to the high school gym just as the night weight lifting class was getting out. Working for the police department gave me access to the key to the gym, and its weight room. It was the high school's way of thanking us for providing security at all their games and dances. Wendy and I stood upstairs and watched as the class left for the night. I particularly noticed a cute redhead, with a well-toned bottom and long, curly hair. She looked adorably cute in her white weight lifting shoes and her sweats and gray T-shirt with the neck and arms cut out. "What are you looking at?" Wendy asked me. "The same thing you were looking at," I replied. "I was not!" She lied. "Uh-huh. Sure." My wife was as much a sucker for a pretty woman as I was. Once they all cleared out, we got into the weight room and had the whole place to ourselves. I warmed up with some shadow boxing, and Wendy headed right for the treadmill. Her legs were already warmed up from our bike ride to the school. I stretched on a nearby bench and gave Wendy a wink before starting on the incline bench machine. The time went by, and I was headed over to the bicep curl machine when Wendy ended her treadmill walk. She came over to plant a kiss on my sweaty forehead. "I'm off to the little girl's room." "Okay. I'll be here." She trotted away on her strong legs and made sure to swish her hips a little as she walked, just to tease me a bit. I finished my bicep reps. I finished my tricep extensions. I finished my sit-ups, twists, and three minutes of jumping rope. Wendy never came back. I walked out into the hallway and looked down along the west wall of the gym. It was very quiet. I walked out onto the basketball court floor and looked up, wondering if she'd be walking around the top level of the gym. She wasn't. Was she still in the women's locker room? I decided to check it out, and as I moved closer to the locker room door, my mind started going bonkers with scenarios of her slipping on some water and hitting her head on a sink, or being attacked by someone hiding in there. I shoved the locker room door open, only to be greeted by another. I pulled it open and saw an empty locker room, but somewhere, a shower was running. She was taking a shower? I knew she was sweaty, but she hadn't brought a towel, nor any clothes to change into afterwards. I figured she was planning on a drip-dry, and then I figured I had a golden opportunity to surprise her. The idea of sneaking up behind her and taking her up against the wall of this huge shower where the girls' basketball team cleaned their teenage bodies was very erotic to me. The added danger of the nighttime janitors walking in on us made it even more exciting. I sneaked up to the edge of the shower wall and slowly leaned over to peer inside. It turned out that my wife had surprised me. There she was, naked and standing under the conical spray of hot water, with one hand above her head holding onto the showerhead hose, and the other buried deep into the long, curly red hair of the woman from the weight lifting class. This same woman was kneeling on the shower floor, while Wendy's left leg was draped over this woman's shoulder, and the cute redhead busily lapped away at my wife's cunt. I immediately turned around and stood mute. I leaned against the cool shower wall, not quite sure of what I really saw. Maybe I was laying on the weight room floor, asleep after a hard work-out and dreaming all this. I looked again. Wendy's wet body was shaking and her heel dug into the woman's back, pulling her closer and deeper between her legs. Her hips danced up and down and she was absolutely fucking this woman's face. Part of me wanted to say something, but I quickly shut up. Wendy's voice started to echo through the room. She was moaning loud, long moans. The pitch would rise and fall and her breath would burst out of her lungs in quirky breaths. She was close to cumming. I knew those noises very well. I dared to look again. Wendy had a fistful of hair, and the redhead kept sucking away at her clit. The woman's left hand had snaked up between Wendy's thighs and was pumping away with fervor. Wendy's mouth was quivering and she gritted her teeth as she inhaled sharply. "Yes, yes! Eat my cunt! Oh, fuck, yessss!" I couldn't remember the last time Wendy ordered me to eat her cunt, but I didn't care. She took in a sharp breath, then it came out in noiseless cries. Her tummy trembled and then she let out a deep, guttural "Oh!" and clamped onto the woman's head with both hands. Her lower body went crazy, swaying and bending and shaking as the hot water danced all over them. They looked like they were covered in oil, and Wendy pulled the woman up to kiss her under the shower of water. Their mouths were hungry for each other, and my cock was hungry for action. I turned back around before they noticed me. I somehow resisted every Penthouse Forum urge to rush in there and attempt to fuck both of them in the shower. I wanted to see how this played out. I heard different cries then. It was a voice I did not recognize, but who else could it have been? I peeked back around the corner. Wendy sat on the wet shower floor, water splashing down from the redhead's belly onto hers, as the woman stood above her face. Wendy's tongue licked up and down all over this woman, and her hands scratched all over her tight legs. The redhead stood there in perfect handcuffing position, with her legs spread and hands on the wet wall. Wendy's wet cunt was calling me, daring me to dive in and taste this other woman's saliva all over my wife's lips. I tried to imagine iron bars keeping me back. Clearly, if my cock could somehow hold a blunt instrument, it would've been beating the utter shit out of me. This hot, redheaded woman twirled her hips like a belly dancer, teasing my wife's lips with her wet cunt. Wendy laughed a sexy chuckle and spanked this woman right in front of me! The woman laughed and then grinned happily. She held up her right hand into the spray of water, getting it nice and wet. She slid that hand down her ribs and over her hips, and eventually slid her middle finger into her ass. My cock was now calling me every nasty name it could imagine. Wendy fingered this woman's puss, and licked at her clit with her mouth firmly clamped on like there was no tomorrow. This woman teased her ass and pressed her cheek into the cool, wet wall. Her mouth was open and her back arched as she started to cry out. She started with little "Oh!" sounds, but they grew into an "Oh yeah!", then "Oh fuck yeah!", and then it changed all together. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck, fuck! Fuck!" Wendy sat up just a little bit more and sank her tongue deep into this woman. She held onto this woman's strong ass with both hands and sucked up every last drop as this woman came nearly as much as the showerhead. Her torso slowly slid down the wet wall, until she was bent over at the waist, kissing my wife and talking sweet, little, girl-girl talk. I ran back to the weight room before my balls exploded in my sweat pants. After about ten more minutes, Wendy came back into the room. Her hair was still wet, but she looked reasonably dry. I figured she must've borrowed a towel from the woman. "Where were you? I was starting to get worried!" I acted. "I was - " "Why is your hair wet?" I jabbed, wondering how she'd respond. "I took a shower. I was all stinky from the treadmill." "Are you just going to drip-dry? I'd imagine you're awful damn wet under those clothes." I grinned, but she wasn't sure why. She turned her head just a bit, and debated saying something, but she changed her mind. "I'll be fine." "Okay! I'll all done, you ready to head home?" I wanted her back home, and on the living room floor, as soon as possible. "Yeah, I'm ready." We locked up and headed upstairs to fetch our bikes. "I think I want to join that weight lifting class," Wendy said, almost out of the blue. "Okay, that's fine with me. I'm sure you'll have a great time. Besides, that redhead's awfully cute." "Oh, shut up," she teased. Gym Shower This is my first story for public consumption. If I get favorable feedback, I have others. I would like to thank volunteer editors Writerscan, Fast Flash, and Woodman for their help. Part 1...Like a Splinter It all started after my senior year in High School. I had graduated in the top fifth of my class and scored well on the SATs. I was enjoying a carefree summer prior to going to a good private university on a small partial academic scholarship. Driving with my mom to the mall one day, we got T-boned by another car. It hit me on the passenger side and messed up my right leg pretty bad. The surgery went well, but we were told I could be in a wheelchair for 6 months. We decided to delay freshman year a year rather than try it in a wheelchair. I rehabbed hard at a local 'gym' that specialized in that stuff, and by late August I could walk normally. By September you could hardly tell, aside from two small scars. Ah, the healing power of youth. It's not like I was a jock or anything, but I spent a lot of time on leg exercises and swimming, so I built up my strength quickly. But, having already decided to delay college, I enrolled at the local community college. To make a little money, I took on a job at the same gym I rehabbed at. I had been a lifeguard years earlier, and all the swimming I was doing in rehab made for an easy transition. The gym was a public-private partnership, which meant it had large, poorly equipped spaces that generally went unused. They didn't pay well but I didn't need much, as I was still living at home. I worked evenings six days a week. I had a lot of time at the pool with no one to watch, especially at night when the rehabbers were gone. Another guy, Kevin, was working there, not a gorilla for sure, but when you work in an empty gym you tend not to be a string bean. When it got dead, we would sit and chat and workout together after closing time. He was nice and really cute, brown eyes and all. He was a sophomore at the same community college 'collecting credits' to make the real college degree cheaper next year when he started at State U. We flirted, but no real sparks were flying. I'm pretty good looking and was in terrific shape, but it just didn't develop that way. The locker rooms were large and open, like in high school. I don't know who they thought was going to use them. Going back to the public-private thing, some stuff, like the plumbing, wasn't in good repair. One of the toilets in the women's locker room would get stuck and hammer something fierce until you jiggled it, making a racket throughout the offices. It was a pain because I was usually the only woman there and would have to run in to get it. I guess that was a good thing or it might run all night. After working there for a month, the manager went on to better things and Kevin was given the end-of-day paperwork duties as I took over the lock-up duties, etc. We kinda did it all together anyway. One day, the hot water line in the men's locker room burst. Public-private and all, it ended up taking 3 weeks to get it fixed. Most of the clients and patients took it in stride. Since we owned the place at night, I told Kevin it was OK to use the women's shower while I locked up. This arrangement worked fine for the first 4 nights. Friday night, however... It started out as a normal enough day. Not too many clients, we closed up and worked out. I told Kevin to hit the showers and I would close up. I checked all the doors and then dropped the keys by the circuit breaker panel, got my hand greasy trying to get it, got distracted and was thinking about a homework assignment and just walked into the women's locker room to wash my hands. I looked over into the shower area and froze. There was Kevin in all his glory. He didn't look like he had seen me. I stood gape-jawed and stared and became aware of a certain tingling down low. I don't know how long I stood there, it felt like hours. He started rinsing out his hair and I fortunately snapped out of it before he cleared his eyes and I ran out of there. I doubled over in the hall, flushed, hot and bothered, confused. How could I do that to him? I had never actually gotten a good look at a naked guy. I would feel so violated if roles were reversed. Damn, what a body though. Oh, I am scum. I should have left immediately. I even forgot about my greasy hand and put it on my forehead. I heard Kevin whistling as he came to the door. I ran into the Men's locker room, thinking I had to wash my hand and now my head. After I ran in I realized his stuff was in there...CRAP! I hid in the back while he dressed, sweating bullets, dying a thousand deaths of embarrassment. It didn't take him very long, thank god, and he walked right out. I waited a few minutes and then dashed out and into the women's locker room. I washed my face and grabbed my shit and bolted out the door. Right into Him. "You OK?" he asked, half catching me. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," I stammered, spinning away. I was blushing furiously. "Yeah, I gotta go." I couldn't even look at him. I ran on. "I'll lock up!" he shouted after me. I yelled a thanks over my shoulder and raced to my car. I was shaking. I had to calm myself just to get my car key in. Driving home on the beltway, I looked down and saw I was doing 90. I had never driven that fast, and I was trembling, bad combination. I slowed down and managed to get home alive. I went right to my room and closed the door. Safe at home, at last. I let out a huge sigh and then settled into my routine. I opened my homework, and then remembered that is what distracted me to get me into the locker room to him in the shower...the flush and the tingle came back. I fought it off again and again, but everything seemed to remind me of him. Like a splinter in my mind's eye, I couldn't shake the vision of him standing there, naked, oblivious to me. That night, I started to masturbate to his vision, but I felt so guilty I forced myself to stop. Now, I'm no prude, I had pleasured a few boyfriends and had even gone all the way once, but I had never been bothered like this. I slept fitfully, waking several times to find myself touching myself. What could I do? I had to tell him. How? "Uhhhh, Kevin? Remember when I said you should go into the women's locker room and shower? Well, I watched you." Oh, god I would rather die than say that. But oh, that ass. At about 5 AM an idea came to me. So much for things being clearer in the morning. I would take a shower and he would chance in and see me! Then we would be even and everything would be OK! With that settled, I slept well the rest of the morning. Then I woke and realized that Kevin would never just waltz into the women's locker room while I was showering. Kevin wasn't a scum-bag--unlike me. I could go in the men's room-except there was no hot water so Kevin wouldn't be in there either. Unfortunately-or maybe not-the duality of my guilt and the charge of seeing him like that wore on my subconscious. I even caught myself drawing a doodle of the scene in my class notes! In my second class, after my 5000th indecent though of him, now combined with visions of him ogling me as I showered, the light bulb went on. And a wicked little smile played over my face. Part 2...Even the Score I went to the gym that night happy as a lark and brimming with confidence. Everything was going to be fine. Kevin saw me on the way in. My heart did a flip flop flip but I nailed him with a lascivious smile. "You get home OK? You left kinda quick," he asked. "Yeah, it was nothing." I looked him over and wasn't ashamed as we walked to the back. "It's OK, I just finished locking up for you," he said, but without any venom. "I'll make it up to you tonight," I glanced at him and grinned at that Freudian slip. It went right over his head. He didn't even hear the wings flap. "No problem," he replied absently and went along his way. I went into the locker room and checked the place out. Everything was just as I had envisioned it. I plopped my bag down right on the bench in the front. This was going to work. Oh yeah, I was a naughty little girl. The day went slowly. Really slowly. I couldn't wait for it to end. But there we sat, still 4 hours to go. Sometimes I would touch myself a little just to keep the tension up. Not that I need any more tension, but it sure was fun. Kevin stopped by once to chat, but a client came in and we only got to say hi. I got a good look at him as he walked away, my eyes lingering on his bottom. I was feeling so naughty! Finally, closing time. Kevin locked the front door and we worked out together. When he was done, I told him to hit the shower as I was going to do one more set of legs and then lock up. He tottered off to the women's locker room showers. As soon as the door closed I raced around, locking up everything in record time-had to 'keep my eye on him'. I waited down the hall for him, out of casual sight, and he took forever. I could barely contain myself when he came out to get dressed, but I hid myself well. He emerged from the Men's locker room and went into the office to do the paperwork. I paused to try and compose myself and sauntered down the hall to check on him. "All clean?" I inquired, walking in. "Hey. All locked up?" "Yup." I looked at the stack of papers on the desk. "You almost done?" "No, it's the end of the month and I have to rectify all the dailies." I knew it. I had planned for it. It was puuuuurfect. "Well, I'll just shower and split, OK? I have to get home early tonight, I'll just let myself out." "Okay, no problem," he said, barely looking up. "Drive safe." I went into the locker room and checked my watch. I removed my bag from the bench and stashed it in the shower. I figured I had 10 minutes to kill. What's a horny girl to do with 10 minutes prior to a sexcapade? You know it. But I didn't let myself go all the way. I was really strung out with sexual tension; it had been building for nearly 24 hours now. I checked my watch and snuck out. He was still in the office. I went to the front door and gave it a good couple of loud shakes. Nothing from Kevin. I tiptoed back into the locker room, giddy with wicked excitement. I went into the shower, stripped and started it, the one he had been at last night, the one with the perfect angle for looking. I took out my bottle of baby powered at put down a light dusting on the floor, so that afterwards I would be able to tell if he walked in. I wetted my hair. Then I pranced to the somewhat defective toilet and jiggled it until the hammering started. I ran back to the showers and started shampooing. I knew the pipes ran right over the office where he was working. He should figure the noise at the door was me leaving and should figure it was clear to come in. My bag was no longer right in front of the door. The acoustics of the locker room made the showers quite quiet, as I discovered last night. He had no reason to suspect! I worked the shampoo into a froth, my profile facing the doorway he would have to walk past to fix the toilet. I sucked in my little tummy and thrust out my chest for maximum effect. I lathered and lathered, my eyes clenched against the soap. But how would I know he was watching me? I envisioned him right there, staring like I had. I wasn't going to check for him. I wasn't. I would check the dust later. My self control lost. I slowly forced open an eye against the soap and snuck a sidelong glance. He was there. I think. I only opened my eye a crack before soap got in it and it squeezed shut--but I was sure he was there. I tried to play it cool, knowing if I wiped my eye he might bolt. My eye burned as I turned toward the shower, imagining him staring at my backside. I controlled myself and slowly and subtly rinsed my eye. I lathered some more but couldn't resist any longer. I turned my head quickly to catch him--he wasn't there anymore. I rinsed my hair. Maybe he had just stepped away. Maybe he felt guilty faster that I did and had left after only a peek. Maybe he was a fag. And I had such a show planned for him! Trembling with excitement, I shaved my legs, imagining him still there. Repeated glances verified he wasn't. I was so distracted I nicked myself. Finally, I couldn't resist anymore and I tiptoed over to the door. There, in the dust, were the unmistakable outlines of sneaker soles. My stomach clenched. But he was not around. I finished up and dressed and found him still in the office. "Good night!" I chirped. "Yeah, good night." He didn't look at me. "Sweet dreams." I grinned at him, savoring those deer-in-the-headlight brown eyes as I headed out. I walked on air to my car. That night I must have masturbated for three hours, dreaming of his lust-filled eyes caressing my body. Needless to say, I slept well. I awoke quite sore. Part 3...Double or Nothing Sunday the gym was closed, so I didn't get to judge the effect my show had on Kevin until Monday. He made himself scarce, offering only a weak hello. I giggled uncontrollably at the situation. We were actually somewhat busy, and the night went by fast. We closed up and I asked Kevin if he was going to work out. He declined, citing a mysterious hand injury. "You should use the other hand," I teased. He squirmed and said nothing. I went to the gym and worked out alone, still giggling at the situation. Sure is boring to work out alone. When I was finally done I stopped by the office. Kevin was there. "Are you gonna need to shower?" I asked. "No, no I'm OK." "OK, well, I'm going in," I said as I walked away. I would have to let him in on the joke before I left. "Uhhh, Krystal?" He called. "Yes?" He looked away. "I, uh, have uh something to uh tell you." He took a deep breath. "Um. I'm really sorry, but last night the pipes started hammering and I thought you had left and I walked in and I saw you in the shower." He glanced at me guiltily. I was speechless. What an incredibly brave move. He couldn't have suspected that I knew, yet he was willing to admit to it! But I did not intend to end my fun so soon. I gave him my game face. "You saw me?" He coughed. "Yeah. I uh didn't know you were in there." He sounded so guilty. Cruelly, I said nothing and stared at him with a blank face, choking down a giggle. Finally, I spoke. "Well, did you like it?" "Wha...?" He stammered, looking me in the eye. I walked up to him menacingly, and he backed up to the wall. "Did you like what you saw?" "No! Yes! No, of course not, it was awful!" He stammered, confused. "Am I awful to look at?" "No, you were beautiful but I was wrong I..." "So you liked it?" He sighed. "Yes. You are gorgeous and I liked it." He stared at his feet, chewing his lower lip. We were inches apart. "Well," I said finally, putting as much ice in my voice as I could. "I have something to tell you, Kevin." He said nothing. "I know you watched me." He looked up, alarmed and confused. "But...how..." "I know you watched me because the previous night I walked in on you." His eyes bugged out. "By mistake," I quickly added. Suddenly I was ashamed I hadn't had the guts to tell him. My courage left me. I looked at my shoes and swallowed. Well, if I was going to do this right I would have to face the music and look him in the face. I did. "But unlike you, I didn't have the courage to tell you. So I concocted a scheme to get you to see me and then we'd be even." I could see the gears churning in his head. "I'm sorry, Kevin." "Oh." "That's why I ran out of here Friday." Kevin smiled at me for the first time that night. "I was so awful to look at that you had to run out of here?" I snorted a giggle. "No, Kevin, you looked really good. You're a good-looking guy. But I felt so guilty I couldn't face you." I looked up at his small grin. "Thanks for being such a gentleman to tell me. You're really nice." I leaned up and kissed him before either of us knew what was happening. I stepped back, blinking in surprise. We stared at each other. "Wow," I said and smiled at him. "Well, it has been an interesting evening," I said, backing up. "But I have to take a shower," I purred in my sexiest voice." I turned purposefully and walked out of the office into the locker room. As soon as I got into the locker room I stripped, grabbed my stuff and raced into the shower, all in like 10 seconds. My heart was racing. Would he follow me? Did I want him to? What would happen? I took the showerhead against the wall, with no view from the doorway. If he was interested, he would have to walk in. I turned on the shower and stood with my back towards the door and let the water run over me. I was positively tingling. Finally, I could stand the suspense no longer, and I looked over my shoulder. My heart jumped--he was there. He had walked into the shower room and was nude, and was stroking himself. Bold move! Our eyes locked. Good fortune favors the daring. "Stop that." I ordered. He stopped, suddenly unsure of my intentions. I crooked my finger at him, motioning him forward. He walked to me, uncovered. I kept my eyes in his. "Will you play by my rules?" "Yes, absolutely." I motioned him even closer, he was only a few feet away from me. "Will you play by my rules?" I asked again. "Yes." "You can look, but you can't touch," I said, taking his hand and putting it against the wall. My back still to him, I turned and took his other hand and also put it on the wall, so that he was caging me with his arms and body. I turned the showerhead straight down and then twisted back to look into his eyes with a purposeful smile. I felt so safe despite the situation, I knew I was in complete control. I quickly turned and kissed him, my chest pressing against his and his 'excitement' nudging my belly. We kissed for a long time, while I caressed his back. He took a hand off the wall and hugged me, but I put it back and he didn't resist. Finally, dreamily, I broke the kiss. With a twinkle in my eye I spun around, knowing he still hadn't been able to see my breasts. He was mumbling constantly about how beautiful I was and other sweet nothings. I took my shampoo and started lathering up, making sure plenty of suds flowed down my front. I backed my bottom into him, wiggling it slowly on his rock-hard cock. When I was good and soapy I slowly turned around, still working my hair. His eyes roamed my body. I was grinning at him the whole time, loving how he was drinking in my body. My tits jiggled as I lathered and I enhanced the effect as best I could. I leaned back, rinsing my hair and jiggling even more. I came back up and kissed him again. "You like that?" I asked huskily. "Oh yeah," he sighed. "I think I should do your hair now." And I did, being sure to get plenty of kisses in on him and rubbing our chests together. Spraying him off, I pointed the showerhead back down and leaned against the wall in the waterfall. Slowly, watching his face, I took the soap and started soaping up my body. He watched appreciatively, mesmerized by my show. When I was done I asked him there were any parts I missed. "Your breasts need a little more," he practically drooled. I gave them plenty of additional attention, playing to my audience. "That good?" I sighed. "Oh yeah." "Well I can think of something that needs washing," I said, winking, and proceeded to soap down his chest and arms. I rinsed him off and squatted down to wash his legs. His erection jerked in the air inches from my face. I had never been so up-close and personal with a real cock. I washed his legs, occasionally getting a squeeze of his member in, always eliciting a sharp gasp. I rose and rinsed him off again, then looked him in the eyes as I kneeled down in front of him. Gym Shower "I think this needs some special cleaning," I said, taking his dick in my hand. "Yeah," he gasped. I leaned forwarded and sucked him in. He moaned uncontrollably. I looked up at him, spread-eagled against the wall, quivering in ecstasy. Water beaded on his tan skin and his breathing was ragged. I worked my tongue up and down his shaft and then licked around his cock head before sucking him in all the way again. After only a few moments I stopped and stood up and kissed him. "You like that?" I breathed. "Oh god yes, incredible." I knelt and resumed the sucking. He resumed his groaning. After a few more minutes of my oral ministrations he suddenly cried out. "Oh my god, stop, I'm going to cum!" I dug my nails into his ass and held him close as I pushed him off the edge of a screaming climax. He came really hard in my mouth, spurt after spurt, and I kept sucking him as he shrieked in the throes of his orgasm. The acoustics of the locker room shower really amplified the vocal effects, and I wondered if the walls had ever heard the moans of a man in ecstasy. Finally, he could take it no more and collapsed to the floor with a groan and lay there gasping, spread-eagled. I spat into the drain and then rinsed out my mouth before crawling over to his prone figure. I nestled into the crook of his neck. "Was that good?" "Oh, god yes," he replied, turning to kiss me. "You sucked my legs right out from underneath me." "Oops, I think I spit them down the drain," I giggled. "It was worth it." We kissed for awhile before getting up and getting dressed. Closing up was going to have a different meaning for us from that night on! The End Gym Shower It had been about a week since Ed had picked me up at Junior's. Or, I had "allowed" Ed to pick me up, or I had sought him out, or whatever. Literally for two days afterwards it felt like my intestines had been rearranged. My anal cavity felt like a cavern. I was wondering if he'd done permanent damage to my ass. I wondered how all those porn stars do it all the time... Getting fucked was one thing. I was adjusting to the physical demands of taking a big, thick cock up the ass, but being dominated was another. The brief surrender of my masculinity was...sobering. I enjoyed it. No doubt about it. It was incredibly liberating. But, I was starting to see things in a whole different light and question everything that I once knew about myself. To put it lightly, it was weird. And really fucked up. I was in a daze for a long time after. Seeing Ed at the gym was also interesting. He didn't ignore me. In fact, he hadn't changed his public rapport with me at all. We both found ourselves at the gym during the peak hours in the morning and he was careful to walk the line and be discreet. Occasionally though, in that first week, when no one else was around, he'd give me this look. Narrow his eyes a little and smirk. Every time he did it I felt my dick twitch in my sweat pants. And then I started noticing things. Occasionally I would catch the guys in his clique giving me a "look". Totally unmistakable. They knew. I didn't have to wait long before I was initiated into their inner circle. It was Friday morning. A week to the day since Ed took my anal cherry. The crowd at the gym was relatively light. Carl, one of the trainers and the guy who opened in the morning, was upstairs with a female client. He was the only one on staff who was in the building. Ed was doing free weights with his lifting buddy. Not too many other people milling around. I had finished relatively quickly and went to get cleaned up for work. One of Ed's Gay Mafia came in right behind me. I didn't know his name, but I had dubbed him "Bullet Man" because of his shaven head. Original, I know. I held the door open for him. He gave me a tight smile. Hm. A slight electric signal went up my brain stem. His locker was directly across the aisle from mine. Years of living here in "Big City", had given me a lot of experience in "looking without looking." Out of the corner of my eye, I espied his thick, corded arms, broad chest, massive thighs and bull-like ass as he stripped off his gym clothes. Not someone you'd want to fuck with, so I didn't let my eyes linger, even if I was only glancing peripherally anyways. Naked, I grabbed my towel and dop kit and headed for the showers. 5 stalls, all made private by flimsy plastic curtains. I started to heat one of them up. I was lulled a little by the sound of the water pounding on the stall, and the rhythmic thumping of the music out in the gym. I was a little groggy, so it was a bit of a shock when Bullet Man was next to me all of a sudden. I was a little startled. "How's it going?" I asked weakly. "Good." He smiled, a little too smugly. "It's about to get better." My heart started to pump a little faster. Yet another moment where I had to make a big decision, and I had to make it fast. I drew back the shower curtain and stepped in. He leaned up against the jamb. I looked at him dead in the eye. I swear I could hear my heart pounding. Did I want this or not? "Well?" My voice broke as I said it. His massive body barely fit inside the shower with mine. Crammed in there with me, he reached down, grabbed my cock and balls and gave me a firm squeeze with one hand. With the other, he put a condom on the soap ledge. He started to knead my nuts slowly. I was frozen at first. The conflicting feelings of pleasure, guilt- and denial that this was happening at all- made me paralyzed. He took my bottle of soap and began to lather us both up. God, my balls felt SO GOOD in his hands. Slick with warm lather, he gently played with my cock- now tender and very sensitive. He lightly rolled the suds around my cockhead with his calloused hands...I almost fucking came right then and there. "We have to be fast." He turned me around until my slick ass was pressing against his cock. It stiffened incrementally as he rubbed it back and forth across my ass crack. It was thick. I could tell it had some weight. "Don't make a sound." His soapy fingers penetrated my asshole. He would plunge them in full of soap, take them out, lather them up and plunge them in again. "Soap makes a shitty lube," he whispered in my ear "...but we have to make do." He pushed me against the front wall of the tiny stall, to give himself some room, and then maneuvered his cock against my sphincter. "Be a good girl and open up, ok?" My cheeks flushed. Apparently Ed told him (and how many of the other guys?) about how he'd feminized me with dirty talk (not to mention how I'd made sounds like a woman cumming). The denigration was embarrassing and shameful, yet hot at the same time. I loved being a man's bitch. His cock slowly, slowly, slowly slid into my asshole. He filled up every centimeter of space. I started seeing stars. He didn't have much room to fuck, but he started grinding against me. He could barely pull back, but when he thrust forward, he would push hard inside me and pull my hips tight against him. His fingers dug into me. I wondered if he could get up enough speed to cum. After a short while, he wrapped his arms around me in a kind of a crushing bear hug. Literally. It was like he was squeezing the life out of me. I could feel his body tighten up and contort. Soon he started shaking- it was like being locked into a rough roller coaster ride- with a dick up my ass. When he was done, he slumped over, breathing hard. He disentangled himself slowly. I turned my head with an imploring look. He gave me a look and a shrug that said, "Sorry!". Jesus! Was any of these guys going to do anything for me!? I could feel him fumbling around behind me, and then I felt him drape something limp and slimy over my shoulder. The fucking condom. I looked back at him and he winked. He held a finger to his lips and cocked his head towards the curtain. After a moment, he slipped out, careful to keep me concealed. He popped his head back in. "All clear." And then left. I leaned back against the shower. It was like being fucked by a bear, but it was ok. I had just been used. Exploited. Degraded. Sport fucked. And, my ass had that hollowed out feeling again. I took the condom and held it up. I don't know what came over me, but I held it up by the reservoir tip and let the cum slide down, into my mouth. I held it on my tongue for a minute and then swallowed. I was breathing hard. And I hadn't even cum yet. Gym Shower I (33 years old, slightly overweight but still decently muscular) am hot and sweaty after a fierce workout. I walk into the shower room of the gym. With a towel wrapped around my waist, I see you (an older man) entering the locker room as well. We had several brief conversations in the weight room waiting for several pieces of equipment to become available. Your slight and seemingly incidental touches drove me crazy with confusion and wonder, and want! I nod at you going towards the shower, you nod back, the sweat from your workout has seeped through your mesh workout shirt and running shorts. Unwrapping my towel before entering the shower stall, I look back to see if anyone is watching. Having recently gained weight, I'm self conscious and comfortable being nude in public. I turn on the hot water and the let the steam rise around me. I take the shampoo and lather it around my decent sized cock and balls, rinsing the sweat of an epic workout off of me. I reach for the soap bar when I hear a knock at the shower door. Its you. I crack the door open and the steam that misted any vision of my body in a protective haze eeked through the crack. You tell me that all the showers are taken and if I would mind sharing with him, you look away to draw my attention away from an obvious look down at my soapy cock. I stutter nervously, not knowing exactly what to say. I am attracted to your stature, your posture, your brazenness, but I know so little of man and man interaction. While I am internalizing all of these things, you have walked in, said thanks for understanding, and closed the door of the shower. You reach around me and turn the hot water back on. Your hand falls down towards my plump, but muscular rear end, letting it graze along the bottom curve. My cock springs to attention! "Woah there partner," you say, cocking your head getting a good glimpse of my penis. You turn around, untying your towel and hanging it up in the stall. Your firm lean ass beckons to me. "I really am glad that you are cool with this, you sem like a nice guy from the weight room and the other showers were taken," you say as you turn around. The shower is tight. Your body motion pits us next to each other, full contact between our sides. "Besides," you continue, " if two guys can't shower together, what is this country coming to?" I nod, completely entranced by the moment. You reach behind me for another bar of soap, your tool rubbing against my leg, mid-thigh. It can't be that big I think to myself, it just can't be. I step forward to allow you to get a better access to the soap bin, you move forward and the Louisville Slugger you call a dick is softly entrenched between my ass cheeks. The tickling feeling between my legs, livens my spirits and other aspects of my anatomy. You wash yourself fairly quickly, talking about nonsensical things, trying to alleviate all the tension in the shower. You reach out and grab my sides, beginning to scrub my back and sides. You giggle as I squirm in the moment of your grabbing me in places you want. You kneel down slowly and massage each thigh, calf, knee, and ankle. You move to the other leg, moving upwards. Ankle, calf, knee, lower thigh, mid thigh, upper thigh moving backwards to my buttocks, where your nose is tickling the outside of my cheek, nudging it gently. You instruct me to turn around... To this day I will never know what prompted me to turn around so fast. As soon as I did, your hand encapsulated my shaft, stroking softly, reassuring and confident. Your other hand reached for under my balls, cupping, fondling, pulling them ever-so-slightly. You stop stroking my shaft and reach under my ass, cupping and caressing my quivering ass, my knees weak with pleasure at your touch, your affection being poured out onto me. I see your cock also pick up with excitement as well, I begin to make a move for it, curious to see what a cock in my hand would feel like. You push my hand away, "You'll have all the time in the world for that later," you reassure me. I begin to wonder what that means when you nibble on my mushroom head with your lips. You kiss my head, licking a tad at the rim of the head. My mind and penis is about to explode with nervous excitement, homophobic terror, and unbridled passion all at once. Your hand, which was exploring the curves of my ass has now found the tight clenches of my rear. You tease the entrance with a couple of fingers, then as your mouth descends on the entire head of my cock, your finger shoots in the entrance of my ass. I thrust forward, not fully prepared for the pain, but especially the pleasure of the first time of you entering me. Then, you stand up, whisper in my ear that this isn't the place for what has now become inevitable. We pile out of the shower, the gym towels barely able to conceal the erections that we both sport. I go to put my street clothes back on and exit the locker room. You are waiting by the door of the locker room. "Follow me," was your simple instruction. You get in an impeccable Cadillac Escalade and I follow you to the outskirts of town. We pull into the warehouse district of our town, by the harbor. You pull up to a brick warehouse with several other cars parked outside of the gigantic structure. As I get out of my car, you walk towards me, telling me this is your place and several other guys lived here as well. We walk in the door together, your arm around me. Several guys are on the couch, laying on one another. I'm introduced to the men, but my attention is drawn to a couple on the couch, one's mouth attacking the other's cock in a loving assault. The younger man's, late teens, head is rolled back in wonder and fantasy. Your hand quickly directs my body back towards you, leading me upstairs of the remodeled warehouse. The guys downstairs catcalled all sorts of encouragement! You cover my ears to try and protect me from their perversion, then whisper a different idea in my head. I love it! I take off my pants and underwear and trot downstairs handing one of each to the guys on the couch. One man, about 35, thanks me for my boxer briefs by cupping my bottom and offering his room anytime I felt in need. I laugh it off and say that I'm spoken for. Running back upstairs, I call for you, I hear your voice in the room down the hall, I walk in and walk in the room. Glancing around the dark room, I don't see your impressive physique anywhere. I hear the door shut and I am tackled from behind and slammed on the bed. You gently grab my cock from behind and begin stroking again. I instantly perk up! I turn around and you stand over me. Its my turn, its my time. I try to find a starting point, I'm impressed by your abs, your rock hard ass, your tantalizing thighs, but most of all, the foot long poking me in the eye. I kiss the head of your cock long and slow. I flick my tongue over the mushroom of the grandest cock I will ever see. My hands run down the back of your thighs as my mouth goes along your shaft for what seems like minutes, kissing every spot I can muster while my other hand cups and begins to fondle your massive bulges. I feel a tightness and release in your balls and then I'm hit with a blast of salty wonder that slams the back of my throat. I taste and begin my craving for the salty nectar of your being. Even though you shot a Big Gulp's worth in my mouth, some oozes out. You take the leftovers and spread it all over my shaved head, giggling as you do. "You're part of the gang now, feel free to move in anytime," you say, "but upstairs rooms come with a different price," you say, eyeing my bottom. Gym Shower Fun I loved my shower time after my work out at my gym. Every other night at 9 pm I would be down with my work out and striping down at my locker ready to hit the showers. I kept my schedule that way for one particular reason. Every time I hit the gym at that time there would be a 50 some year old man that was showering with his curtain wide open. Being a bit of an exhibitionist, I would hold my towel and walk naked to the showers. This caught the older gentleman's attention. I was 18 years old and really didn't consider myself gay or even bisexual. But something about how he looked at my young naked body really aroused me. I wouldn't be shy and I would look at him as he soaped up his body and cock. The man had a full head of salt and pepper colored hair and a very slight belly with lightly hairy body. What really got the butterflies in my belly going was the 7 inch thick cock that was encased in his soapy hand. I was a little bit nervous as I took the shower stall directly across from his. I wanted to send a signal that I was open to something so I left my curtain open as I turned on the shower. I could feel that man fondling me with his eyes as I rubbed soap on my body and let the water cascade down my back and between my young smooth ass cheeks. I further teased that man by pulling my ass cheeks apart and letting the water run over my puckered asshole. At first I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was putting myself on display for this stranger and felt very dirty yet exhilarated. I looked over my shoulder as I finished rubbing soap around and in my sweaty ass. The man was slowly stroking his cock as he locked eyes with me. He was hungry with desire and I knew then I wanted to give myself over to him. My eyes were hazed over with lust as the man came across to my stall. His body pressed up against mine as he kissed the back of my neck. His belly pushed into the small of my back as his arms wrapped around my body. The man's cock nestled between my slick ass cheeks and his hips gyrated making his under shaft slide up and down between my ass cheeks. The feeling of his hot flesh rubbing over my virgin asshole made me let out a soft whimper. The feeling of his lips on my neck sent bolts of electricity through my body. I had never had these kinds of feelings before about men and the girls I had been with never elicited the emotions I was cycling through. I remained in the man's hug as I turned my head to the side. The stubble of the man's growth brushed my cheek as he leaned forward. His lips connected with mine and I opened my mouth further giving myself to him. Our tongues swirled around as we kiss and the man held me tighter as he fucked the crack of my ass with his hard shaft. After a few minutes of kissing the man release me and turned me around. His hand fondled my 6 inch cock as my hand encircled his thick 7 inch cock. We slowly jacked each others cocks as we kissed again but briefly until the man began to guide me to my knees. I knew what he wanted and at that point I was desperate to give him what he wanted. I was a bit shocked when the man grabbed my hair and pressed the shaft of his cock against my lips and face. I could smell his pre-cum as it leaked out on my cheek and lips. My tongue grazed the head of his cock tasting the salty tang of his pre cum. My hands grasped the sides of the man's legs bracing myself as I opened my mouth. Gently the man feed his shaft into my mouth moaning as my lips wrapped around his thick hard shaft. The smell of his body musk filled my nostrils and made my head buzz with desire. My hand slipped around the base of his cock and was nestled in the small patch of his pubic hair. I was fascinated with the hard feeling of his shaft contrasted by the soft velvety texture of his larch cock head. The man moaned and complimented me on my first attempts to suck a cock. My head began to push back and forth as I did my best to please that man. I could hear the man breathing faster as I swirled my tongue around his shaft as I pumped my mouth up and down on his cock. There was a loud pop as the man pulled be back off his shaft. Strings of saliva and pre-cum dripped from his throbbing dick as I caught my breath. I then saw a few droplets of milky white sperm leak out of the man's cock slit. He told me he was about to cum and didn't want to cum quite yet. My knees ached as the man brought me to my feel. We kissed and again sharing the pre-cum as I fondled his wet cock. The man then turned me around and bent me forward at the waist. I let out another soft moan as I felt his hands spread my ass and his tongue kiss the crinkled ring of my asshole. I could feel the breath come out of his nostrils against the top of my ass crack as he pushed the tip of his tongue into my anal ring. The feeling was exquisite and I began to rock back against the man's face. I attempted to touch my cock as his tongue was replaced with one of his wet fingers but the man pulled my hand away. He told me he wanted to make me cum without being touched. I was puzzled by his comment and wondered how that could happen. I kept my position as the man used the conditioner dispenser to fill his cupped hand. Again I felt his finger open my ass as he pushed copious amounts of the conditioner up my aching asshole. The man groaned as he pushed a second finger inside me. He told me I had a tight and sexy boy pussy and he was going to fuck me. I was pretty sure I was going to be in pain just be what I have heard about anal sex but my state of arousal overcame any objections I had about being fucked by this sexy older man. After the man worked a third lubed finger inside me I was whimpering like a horny slut. His fingers pumped in and out of my ass making my cock throb with each thrust. Then I felt the cold void of the emptiness of my boy pussy as the man withdrew his fingers. I knew what was coming next and I braced myself as I felt the man stand behind me. I melted when the man told me how sexy I was and how hot I had made him. I flinched a bit as the head of his cock kissed my lubed ass. I could feel the man's hands hold my hips as the head of his cock was pushed forward. Immediately I felt a sting in my backside as my anal ring was stretched. My anal muscles gave way as the head of his dick pushed further. I yelp out in utter pain as half of the man's cock sunk into my bowels. I was sweating and grunting as the man slowly worked the remainder of his cock inside me. I whimpered and cried as I felt the soft touch of his pubic hairs crush against the smooth globes of my ass cheeks. The man stayed still and let my rectum adjust to the girth that had split me open. The pain in my ass began to change to a warm buzzing sensation. The man could feel my body relax after a few minutes of rest. Lightly the man pumped my boy pussy while caressing my ass and lower back. The buzzing in my ass began to change to a warm pleasant sensation and I slowly pushed my ass back against the man's hips. Once I did that the man began to completely take my anal cherry. Just about 6 inches of his cock pulled out of my ass only to be quickly pushed back inside me. I moaned out at the amazing sensation of his cock in my ass. From there the man took total control and he back to fuck me hard and fast. The sound of his flesh slapping my ass filled the shower room. At that point we didn't seem to care who might come into the shower room. The man grunted like an animal as he pulled my hair and drove his cock into me. With each thrust of his dick I felt my own dick throb. I whimpered that I felt like I was going to cum and the man fucked me harder and faster. My arms were pulled to my side and the man ravaged my new boy pussy. I was moaning like a depraved whore as I felt my body tense on the brink of orgasm. I cried out as the first stream of sperm and semen shot out of my cock. With each thrust my cock squirted rope after rope of cum onto the shower floor. The man kept fucking me hard and deep and I felt his shaft swell inside me. Then we both moaned as several jets of his seed squirted deep inside my well fucked ass. The feeling was nothing like I had ever experienced as several more ropes of his seed vibrated against my insides. After a few minutes the man pulled his cock out of my ass. I turned around quickly and I took the man's cock in my mouth yearning to taste the erotic mixture. Again, I felt incredibly dirty as I could smell the musk of our sex and taste the mixture of his cum and my ass. I slowly stood and I felt his cum begin to leak from my sore ass. He man then told me his name was Bill and he gave me his home address and said his wife was going to be out of town the following week. We kissed again and I thanked him for making me cum without being touched. Gym Shower Show My name is Scott. I had been going to the gym for over a year. I'd tried out a two-week trial period and decided to work out regularly. I'm 28 years old, 5'11'' with longish brown hair, green eyes, and now an athletic build. I'm not huge, but I'm defined. I've got light body hair, but wouldn't be considered hairy by any means. Anyway, over the last year I had become friends with one of the trainers at the gym. Jake had worked there for two years. He was only a couple of years older than me, but his body was phenomenal. He was ripped. I mean the whole package, broad shoulders, nice pecs that tapered down to a narrow waist with six pack abs, and a lower body to match. I'd seen him in the locker room and shower and it really motivated me to keep working out. I also noticed how all the girls at the gym acted around him. Heather, who'd been working the front counter for the past few months always seemed to find an excuse to step away from her post and flirt with Jake. She was hot. I mean, you really couldn't take your eyes off her when she walked into the room. She had long wavy brown hair, blue eyes, supple and perky breasts, a tiny waist and curvaceous hips. She always wore tight tank tops and bicycle shorts even though she sat at the front desk. I can never get my ass out of bed early so I usually work out pretty late. It's also good because it's less crowded. So the other night, I was the last one to leave the gym. I said goodbye to Jake in the locker room and headed for the exit. Just before I left the building, I realized I forgot my keys in the locker. So I headed back. The lights were dimmed in the locker room. I walked over to my locker and found my keys on the floor under the bench. I could hear the shower running. I knew it was Jake, and for some reason, I thought I'd take a look. I never shower at the gym, because I'm not really comfortable with the communal shower set-up. I also like to jack-off in the shower and I couldn't do that here. As I walked towards the shower, I heard Heather's voice. "Hey you." I froze. Then I realized she wasn't talking to me. "Hey." I heard Jake reply. I knew it! I knew those two were screwing around. As I walked over to the last row of lockers, I peeked around to the shower room and saw Jake and Heather in the shower together! I couldn't believe it. I could feel my cock hardening as I watched them kissing, naked and wet. Jake started kissing his way down to her breasts and kissing and nibbling on her erect nipples. "Uh, yeah... yeah, baby" Heather moaned as Jake fingered her soaking wet pussy. She in turn was stroking his huge dick. Man, I had never seen him hard, the guy was hung. Heather stepped back and licked his hard nipples and slowly kissed her way down the trail of hair leading to his cock. Jake closed his eyes, and whispered "Oooh, suck it, come on, baby, put it in your mouth." Heather obeyed and slowly bobbed her head up and down on his dick. She couldn't take it all the way. This was more than I could take. I put my gym bag down and slowly slid my sweatpants and underwear down. My dick popped up. I slowly started stroking it as I watched. Jake had one hand on her bobbing head and the other running across his chest and abs. His hand continued in a large circle from nipple to nipple and down over his tensed six pack. He was rocking his hips forward, slowly fucking her face. All I could think about was how lucky he was. I wished I were him. I slowly stripped off my shirt and stood completely naked as I watched and jerked off. I ran my free hand across my own pecs and down my abs. I also slid it up and down my inner thigh. I closed my eyes for a moment and a grunt escaped my lips. When I opened my eyes, I saw Jake looking straight at me. I was mortified. But he just looked at me and smiled. He winked and gave me a thumbs up. Heather didn't see me. She got up off the floor and mounted Jake's throbbing dick. She pressed her breasts against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Jake lifted her up and down his shaft as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Ahhh, fuck, yeah! Yeah, yeah..." She started screaming as she bounced up and down on his dick. Jake just stood there holding her by the waist and bouncing her on his dick like she weighed nothing. He turned to give me a clear view of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She had a great ass too and I was just mesmerized by it. It wasn't long before she began screaming and throwing her head back in an orgasm. Jake stumbled back against the shower wall. He pulled himself out of her and let her down. She quickly got down on her knees in front of him and grabbed his throbbing penis. She jerked it hard. Jake glanced over in my direction discretely as he rubbed his nipples and abs. He threw his head back. " Oh, fuck! Yeah! Oh yeah! Fuck!" He shot his load and it was incredible. The first shot flew over Heather's head and across the shower room. The next shot landed in her hair, and the following streams of cum landed on her face and breasts. She licked the last of his cum off his dick and rubbed his semen all over her breasts. Then she got up and kissed him passionately. Then she abruptly turned around. "Scott!" She was shocked. I was so busted. "All right buddy, we've given you a show. Now you've got to give us a show." Jake said as he and Heather walked toward me. They were both still soaking wet and she still had cum on her cheek and breasts. Jake slowly stroked his dick as they both sat down on the bench in front of me. I was so shocked I stopped stroking. "Come on, man, we want to get out of here TONIGHT!" Jake teased. I decided why not. I leaned back against the lockers and started jerking off. I rubbed my abs and chest as I continued to pump my large shaft. My breathing got really shallow and I knew I was about to blow. Heather leaned over toward me and that was all I could take. "Ahhh yeah" I moaned as I shot my cum all over her face. She opened her mouth and I tried to aim for it as I wildly jerked off in her face. "Wow, Scott, that was hot!" she said. Then she got up and walked away. "I'll see you guys tomorrow." Jake and I just watched her ass as she walked away. Jake's dick was hard again. "Fuck, man, what a tease!" Jake said as he lay back down on the bench and jerked off until he came again all over his abs and chest. "Look, I'm sorry man, I just forgot my keys...", I explained. He said, "Forget about it. Honestly. It was a real turn on being watched." "You are one lucky bastard, you know that!" I said. "What can I say?" Jake said with a smile. I started to feel awkward, so I turned around and started putting my clothes back on. "Well, thanks for the show. I guess, I'll see ya." I said as I picked up my bag. "Yeah, you too." Jake turned around and walked away. What a night. Gym Shower Stall Sport Fuck It had been about a week since Ed had picked me up at Junior's. Or, I had "allowed" Ed to pick me up, or I had sought him out, or whatever. Literally for two days afterwards it felt like my intestines had been rearranged. My anal cavity felt like a cavern. I was wondering if he'd done permanent damage to my ass. I wondered how all those porn stars do it all the time... Getting fucked was one thing. I was adjusting to the physical demands of taking a big, thick cock up the ass, but being dominated was another. The brief surrender of my masculinity was...sobering. I enjoyed it. No doubt about it. It was incredibly liberating. But, I was starting to see things in a whole different light and question everything that I once knew about myself. To put it lightly, it was weird. And really fucked up. I was in a daze for a long time after. Seeing Ed at the gym was also interesting. He didn't ignore me. In fact, he hadn't changed his public rapport with me at all. We both found ourselves at the gym during the peak hours in the morning and he was careful to walk the line and be discreet. Occasionally though, in that first week, when no one else was around, he'd give me this look. Narrow his eyes a little and smirk. Every time he did it I felt my dick twitch in my sweat pants. And then I started noticing things. Occasionally I would catch the guys in his clique giving me a "look". Totally unmistakable. They knew. I didn't have to wait long before I was initiated into their inner circle. It was Friday morning. A week to the day since Ed took my anal cherry. The crowd at the gym was relatively light. Carl, one of the trainers and the guy who opened in the morning, was upstairs with a female client. He was the only one on staff who was in the building. Ed was doing free weights with his lifting buddy. Not too many other people milling around. I had finished relatively quickly and went to get cleaned up for work. One of Ed's Gay Mafia came in right behind me. I didn't know his name, but I had dubbed him "Bullet Man" because of his shaven head. Original, I know. I held the door open for him. He gave me a tight smile. Hm. A slight electric signal went up my brain stem. His locker was directly across the aisle from mine. Years of living here in "Big City", had given me a lot of experience in "looking without looking." Out of the corner of my eye, I espied his thick, corded arms, broad chest, massive thighs and bull-like ass as he stripped off his gym clothes. Not someone you'd want to fuck with, so I didn't let my eyes linger, even if I was only glancing peripherally anyways. Naked, I grabbed my towel and dop kit and headed for the showers. 5 stalls, all made private by flimsy plastic curtains. I started to heat one of them up. I was lulled a little by the sound of the water pounding on the stall, and the rhythmic thumping of the music out in the gym. I was a little groggy, so it was a bit of a shock when Bullet Man was next to me all of a sudden. I was a little startled. "How's it going?" I asked weakly. "Good." He smiled, a little too smugly. "It's about to get better." My heart started to pump a little faster. Yet another moment where I had to make a big decision, and I had to make it fast. I drew back the shower curtain and stepped in. He leaned up against the jamb. I looked at him dead in the eye. I swear I could hear my heart pounding. Did I want this or not? "Well?" My voice broke as I said it. His massive body barely fit inside the shower with mine. Crammed in there with me, he reached down, grabbed my cock and balls and gave me a firm squeeze with one hand. With the other, he put a condom on the soap ledge. He started to knead my nuts slowly. I was frozen at first. The conflicting feelings of pleasure, guilt- and denial that this was happening at all- made me paralyzed. He took my bottle of soap and began to lather us both up. God, my balls felt SO GOOD in his hands. Slick with warm lather, he gently played with my cock- now tender and very sensitive. He lightly rolled the suds around my cockhead with his calloused hands...I almost fucking came right then and there. "We have to be fast." He turned me around until my slick ass was pressing against his cock. It stiffened incrementally as he rubbed it back and forth across my ass crack. It was thick. I could tell it had some weight. "Don't make a sound." His soapy fingers penetrated my asshole. He would plunge them in full of soap, take them out, lather them up and plunge them in again. "Soap makes a shitty lube," he whispered in my ear "...but we have to make do." He pushed me against the front wall of the tiny stall, to give himself some room, and then maneuvered his cock against my sphincter. "Be a good girl and open up, ok?" My cheeks flushed. Apparently Ed told him (and how many of the other guys?) about how he'd feminized me with dirty talk (not to mention how I'd made sounds like a woman cumming). The denigration was embarrassing and shameful, yet hot at the same time. I loved being a man's bitch. His cock slowly, slowly, slowly slid into my asshole. He filled up every centimeter of space. I started seeing stars. He didn't have much room to fuck, but he started grinding against me. He could barely pull back, but when he thrust forward, he would push hard inside me and pull my hips tight against him. His fingers dug into me. I wondered if he could get up enough speed to cum. After a short while, he wrapped his arms around me in a kind of a crushing bear hug. Literally. It was like he was squeezing the life out of me. I could feel his body tighten up and contort. Soon he started shaking- it was like being locked into a rough roller coaster ride- with a dick up my ass. When he was done, he slumped over, breathing hard. He disentangled himself slowly. I turned my head with an imploring look. He gave me a look and a shrug that said, "Sorry!". Jesus! Was any of these guys going to do anything for me!? I could feel him fumbling around behind me, and then I felt him drape something limp and slimy over my shoulder. The fucking condom. I looked back at him and he winked. He held a finger to his lips and cocked his head towards the curtain. After a moment, he slipped out, careful to keep me concealed. He popped his head back in. "All clear." And then left. I leaned back against the shower. It was like being fucked by a bear, but it was ok. I had just been used. Exploited. Degraded. Sport fucked. And, my ass had that hollowed out feeling again. I took the condom and held it up. I don't know what came over me, but I held it up by the reservoir tip and let the cum slide down, into my mouth. I held it on my tongue for a minute and then swallowed. I was breathing hard. And I hadn't even cum yet. Gym Showers Hi, my name is Kyle. I'm your typical stereotype prep student in my senior year of high school. I'm slim with some muscle tone, have short blond hair that's spiked, blue eyes, and a light tan. I'm the type that will joke around with my friends about the girls and getting some pussy just like any normal guy would, but I was different than all of my other friends. I was gay. I didn't want to lick some girl's cunt. I wanted to be sucking on a hunk's dick, giving him all the pleasure that I could. I have before too, but that's a different story. This story takes place near the end of the school year. In just a few more weeks after the time it takes place, school would have been out for summer vacation. That's when my one chance to see my dream guy naked at school came my way. My dream guy's name is Sean. He's a little taller than I am, and has a lot more muscle on him than I do. His hair is a dark brown, and his eyes are a deep blue. Mmm, he's so damn hot. I wanted to feel his dick deep in my throat and see the look of pleasure on his face. I had seen him in the halls before and a few times in the gym shooting hoops, but this was the first time I had seem him in the locker room. He had on his gym shorts with his black boxer top showing. His white t-shirt was soaking wet with sweat that was still dripping down his forehead. He was holding his towel over his shoulder and was walking towards the showers. My heart jumped in delight. This was my chance, so I grabbed my towel and headed towards the showers as well. On my way to the shower I took my clothes off and wrapped my towel around my waist. I walked past the bench outside the showers and saw all of Sean's clothes there in a heap, including his boxers. My dick started to harden at the very thought of him naked in there. Now, you need to understand something about the layout of the showers. They aren't all open to each other. There are small walls to divide each shower head into a shower stall, but there are no curtains to hide the person in the stall. That's why I went into a stall on the opposite wall that was behind Sean's by one. I could just see him from my vantage point, yet he couldn't see me staring with my semi-erect dick pointing out. I turned on my shower head and mimicked Sean as he lathered his body with soap. I imagined that his hands were moving over my body. Rubbing over my ass, my dick, and in circles around my hole. My dick by now was almost totally erect. This is when I suddenly realized something. Sean's towel was hanging on the stall wall behind him. It would be easy for me to take it so he'd have to walk back to the lockers naked. In a second I was in the stall behind his and I grabbed his towel. I went back to my shower stall and hid it beneath my towel. After I had done so, I looked back over at Sean. He was still rinsing the soap off his hot, athletic bod. I started to slowly rub my dick to full erection. Seeing Sean in the shower was exciting me more than any other guy had before. My slow stroking pace was soon replaced by a quickened pace. As I did, Sean put shampoo into his hair and started to rub it in. He made sure it was in good enough before he put his head under the stream of water to rinse it out. Even after all of the shampoo was out of his hair, he just let the water run down his strong frame. To my great delight, he moved his right hand down to his dick and began to rub it. His other hand went up to pinch one of his nipples. Without realizing it, I moaned lightly. He must have heard it, for he suddenly stopped pleasuring himself and turned off the water. He fumbled around for his towel, but failed in locating it. Without opening his eyes, he made his way towards the sound of the running water in my shower. I started to panic. What would he do when he found out I was spying on him. When he reached the opening to my stall, he asked, "Who's there?" "It's just me, Sean. Kyle from your sixth hour." "Kyle? What are you doing here after school?" "I was working out in the weight room and decided to shower off before I went home." "That's cool. Say, could I borrow your towel? I can't seem to find mine." "Sure, no problem. Here you go." I reached up and handed my towel to Sean, praying he wouldn't see my fully erect dick. He took it and dryed off his face and hair. Once it was dry to his satisfaction, he handed it back. "Thanks man, at least I'll be able to see now." "No problem." Sean gazed down and laughed, "Looks like someone has been doing more than washing in here." I followed Sean's gaze at his dick and blushed. My gaze didn't stay there long, for curiosity was getting the better of me. I took a quick peek at Sean's dick which was hanging boldly between his legs, then looked back up quickly with a blush at my cheeks, "Yeah, well, I.." "It's all right, Kyle. It's perfectly natural, nothing to be ashamed of. I knew I heard a moan coming from over here." "Umm...this is kinda awkward." "Why? I'm just as hard as you are. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jacking off while watching me." "Hehe, you wish. I'm no fag. I prefer pussy only, thank you very much." "You don't have to lie to me. I know the pleasure that only a man can give to another man. Besides, if you didn't enjoy seeing me naked, why would you take my towel? It's right up there next to yours." "....This is really awkward now. I'm sorry for spying on you like that..." "You don't have to apologize. I'm flattered, actually. And if you don't have anything better to be doing, why don't we finish our shower together. I think some shampoo is still in my hair." "O..okay.." I turned around to face the flowing water as Sean moved behind me. His arms reached around my waist and pulled my body into his. I could feel his hard dick pressing into my ass as he ground his groin against my ass. I moaned and leaned forward about to fall. Before I fell to the stall floor, I caught myself by putting my hands against the stall wall in front of me. Sean took advantage of my position and wormed a finger up into my hole. The feeling of his finger stretching me open sent shivers up my spine. More moans escaped my mouth as his finger hit my prostrate over and over again. Soon another finger joined the first as he used his free hand to stroke my dick. I was panting when he put two more fingers into my hole, stretching it nice and wide. "Sean, wait, before you fuck me, I want to do something." Sean licked my ear lobe and answered, "Whatever you want..." I turned around and dropped to my knees. I sucked his balls into my mouth, sucking greedily. Sean almost fell to the floor right then. He hadn't been expecting this. I left his balls and began to lick his sack and around his dick. Relentlessly, I kept teasing him by keeping my tongue and mouth off of his deck but around it. Finally, when I saw he was getting very agitated, I took his entire 7.5" down my throat. As I bobbed my head up and down, I developed a rhythm to follow. I could tell he was getting near, because he had started to ram into my mouth trying to fuck my face. I pulled off and stood up. I licked his lips and kissed him passionately. Our tongues fought for dominion of his mouth as we ground our dicks together. Sean had had enough though. He turned me around and pushed me against the stall wall as I had been before. Without re-stretching me with his fingers, he shoved his dick into my ass hole. I grimaced in mild pain. He pulled out, then rammed in once again. He went faster and faster, his balls slapping against my ass each time. We were both in great ecstasy. His dick was hitting my prostate each time he rammed in, and I was squeezing my ass hard to give him more pleasure. He moved one of his hands from my side and stroked my 7" dick up and down. For a moment he stopped to turn me around and set me on the ground. I grabbed my legs and pulled them up to my chest as he rammed his dick back into me. In and out, in and out. We were both moaning so loud that if anyone had been in the locker room, they would have heard us. "Sean, I'm a...almosT THERE!!! Ooo, gods, fuck me, fuck me hard!" "HaRD, eh?! I'll give you hard!" Sean picked up his pace and began to slam hard into Kyle, cornering him up against the stall's wall. "AHHHH!" With that scream, I shot my load onto mine and Sean's chest. My orgasim tightened my ass muscles, sending Sean over the edge. Sean pulled out and brought his dick up to my face, cumming all over it. Some of the white, salty cum entered my mouth, giving me a taste of him. Greedily, I sucked his dick into my mouth, draining every last drop of cum out of him. Sean fell onto me panting with a satisfied smile on his face. "You surprised me, Kyle. You're pretty good. You must've had sex before this." "I've had a few guys, but you're the second one that I've allowed to fuck my ass and the first to cum on my face. I loved it though." "So did I. This was much better than me jacking off in that shower stall alone. Maybe we can get together and do this again sometime over summer." "I'd be more than willing, but I do have one question. How did you know I took your towel?" "I didn't at first. I was horny and looking for a guy to fuck. When I couldn't find it, I thought someone had played a practical joke on me. That is until I saw you with your hard dick standing proud. After I saw two towels up there I guessed what you did and took it from there." "I'm glad I took your towel now. I was just hoping to get a chance to see you walk back to the lockers naked." "Is that why you took it? Well, if you want to see me naked again, don't take my towel. You can just ask and I'll strip for you." "Maybe I will, but I need to get going now. Will I see you tomorrow?" "Why don't we meet up tonight?" "Okay, tonight it is. Your place or mine?" "Mine would be better. My parents won't be home tonight. We can party all night long." I reached down to my dick and flopped it around, "I'm not ready yet, but I should by then. Until tonight." I brought my lips to his and kissed him one last time before I stood up and left school for the day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If anyone wants, I can expand this story some more. I could go back to my first few times at the beginning of my senior year, or I could go past this story and tell about my relationship with Sean. Let me know at the link below. Gym Showers She breathed deeply, working her way up through the eighth squat of her set of ten. She focused, staring at herself in the mirror; 165 was easy enough for her to handle, though she would be worn by the final rep. By the ninth rep she was staring at herself in the mirror to focus, her face red and sweaty from exertion and her light brown hair sticking to her neck. She paused at the top of her squat, taking a deep breath and considering the final rep. Slowly she sunk down, catching the eye of a blond guy behind her, watching her in a mirror. She powered through the final rep and shrugged the bar onto the rack. Turning, she leaned against the bar, panting and smiling to herself. She let her eyes wander to the blond again, taking time to examine him more thoroughly. His broad shoulders were covered in a black compression shirt, showing off the definition of his deltoids and chest. His back was covered by the machine at which he sat, but his trapezius was obviously defined. She couldn't see his lower body from where she stood, but she guessed it was just as built - her instincts told her that he wasn't one to neglect leg day. Her eyes traced up his body, and she smirked as she met his gaze momentarily. Leaning down, she picked up her water bottle, taking a long swig from it. She set it down at the side of the squat rack and pulled a 10lb and 5lb plate off the bar, replacing it with a 25lb weight; she repeated the process on the opposite side, mentally preparing herself to max out her weight at 185lbs. She returned to the bar, positioning herself below it with the bar centered on her back. She shrugged her shoulders as she prepared herself for the daunting task. She bent over to touch her toes, letting her hamstrings and calves stretch lazily; from her position her legging-clad ass was beautifully positioned for any admirers. She stood, rocking her hips back and forth in a circle to loosen them. She spread her legs to the edge of the squat rack and placed her hands on the floor; she could feel him staring at her, though she couldn't see him. She rocked to the left, then to the right, holding her position momentarily for his sake, as well as hers. Had she the space in the rack, she would have dropped to a full center split. She stood, pausing to readjust her phone, which sat in her bra, the headphones pulled out the v-neck of her shirt. She adjusted the music to an upbeat power song, then centered herself beneath the bar again, her legs bent. She gripped the bar widely, then stood, taking the bar on her shoulders. She stepped back, wobbling slightly. She cursed herself - she really should have a spotter, or at least a lifting belt. As she regained her balance and positioned herself she calmed, focusing on the task at hand. Her legs spread, almost touching the sides of the rack, and she stared at her own eyes in the mirror. Slowly she descended, getting a feel for the new weight. Another four reps followed, her breath slowly slipping away as she worked. She paused at the top of the fifth rep, taking two large breaths, and continued. By the 8th rep, she was struggling, her legs trembling her breath labored. She refused to give in, lowering herself once again. She groaned, finding herself trapped at the bottom. Too proud to drop the weight she waited, trying to regain her strength. As she pushed up, she felt the pressure on her shoulders lessen enough that she could stand. Large hands pushed the bar forward from behind her, re-racking it. Her hands dropped from the bar as it clanged into place; her shoulders burned and she swayed slightly from the lack of oxygen. She stumbled forward a step, only to be caught by the wrist and pulled back, her hand placed on the bar so she could steady herself. She looked up in the mirror to find the bulky blond behind her, a concerned look on his face. She pulled her headphones from her ears, turning to face him as he leaned down. He stood, thrusting her water bottle into her hand. "Drink." He said, firmly. He walked around to the side of the rack, taking the plates from the bar and returning them to their pegs on the side of the rack. She took a long gulp of her water, panting as she finished. Her torso leaned on the bar, her large breasts sitting just below. He had moved to the other side of the bar when she found her words, thanking him as she pulled her cell phone from her bra, wrapping the headphone cord around neatly around it. "You're welcome. Just don't try a new weight without a spotter. You shouldn't be squatting without a spotter, anyway. That was just dumb." He finished with the weights as he spoke. She slipped under the bar, putting her back to it as she faced him. "I've done 185 four times now. I don't know what happened; I guess I wasn't hydrated or something." She was recovering enough to be her usual sassy self. He lifted an eyebrow in skepticism. "Really? I mean, that is a very impressive weight for a girl. Most of the girls I know can't handle 135," he paused. "Obviously you aren't a newbie to lifting, but still a stupid mistake. Ask for a spotter; none of us mind helping you, I promise." He pushed her hand to her mouth, prompting her to take another sip of water. She nodded as she drank. She capped her bottle then wiped her lips on her shoulder sleeve. "Yeah, I get it. I guess I'm done with squats for today..." she trailed off, gesturing to the bare bar behind her with her free hand. He nodded to the bar. "Better let it go for now. Drink more water, rest up, and hit it another day. Get some protein!" There was a subtle change in his voice that accompanied a wide smile; flirtation? "I'm always around if you need a spotter." "Maybe I'll take you up on that." Her voice mimicked his, but her coy smile made the situation obvious. She purposefully looked him over, taking in his tapered calves and the slight definition in his thighs that was visible at the bottom of his red basketball shorts. She saw the faint outline of abs under the skin-tight shirt. "You look like you know what you're talking about." She caught his green eyes glancing at her breasts before meeting her eyes. "Yeah, I'm an Exercise Science major, I better know what I'm talking about." He extended his hand, giving her a friendly smile. "I'm Hunter, by the way." She grasped his hand firmly, unlike the typical limp hand that most women offered. "I'm Faith. Biology, Psychology double major." His grip was gentle at first, then firm as he responded to her grasp. She released his hand, putting her own on her hip. "What year are you?" "Junior. And you?" "Freshman." They chatted briefly, standing in the squat rack. The corner of the gym in which they resided was slowly emptying as they covered course work and gym tactics, bitching about the dining halls and midterms. He lived in an on-campus apartment with three other guys, none of which he were his close friends. She also lived in an apartment, but the older community, and with her best friend to whom she was incredibly close. She laughed, proclaiming her love for her own shower and bathroom; he complained about the lack of privacy and explained that he showered at the gym most days for that reason. That seemed odd to her, but she didn't question it - though he took on a different tone, as if he were implying something. She glanced at her phone. It was late and she had to be going; her roommate was waiting to have dinner with her. "I'm headed to dinner... Would you like to come?" She was hopeful she would be able to show off this total hunk to her roommate. Though it was very seldom scored a guy that her roommate found attractive, as they both had distinct tastes in men, Faith was sure that her roommate would be impressed. "I don't have a meal plan; I usually cook or go out." He seemed disappointed in the end of their conversation. "Well, if you're not busy some night and you'd like to go out or study together, you should let me know." Her voice sounded a bit strained; her nervousness and desire to be nonchalant probably came off as desperate. He smiled at her, nodding. "Yeah, that would be cool. Let me get your number." He pulled his phone from his pocket, unlocking it as she unwound the cord for her phone. A moment later they exchanged numbers and were walking lazily towards the entrance of gym. "Text me anytime." She smiled. "And thanks again for saving me back there." He grinned. "You're welcome. Just call me if you need a spot next time?" It was less of a question and more of a request. She nodded. "Maybe I will. Anyway, I really need to get to dinner." She leaned in for a hug, her hands reaching up and around his neck. He leaned down, being about a foot taller than she, and wrapped his hands around her chest. She felt a slight poke at her side - his cock? She relinquished her grasp on his neck and turned. Over her shoulder she tossed him a coy smile. "Bye, Hunter!" "Bye, Faith." he said, but she was already through the door. ** * Another day in the gym started with a short run on the elliptical and stretching; the previous day of too-heavy lifting on squats had left Faith sore and tight, her hamstrings and shoulders aching. She decided to start with bench press - one of her favorite lifts, even if it wasn't her strongest. She placed two 25lb plates on each side of the bottom of the bench, pushing them into the right positions with her feet. She adjusted the bar lower to accommodate her short stature, setting it on the second lowest of the four points. She then added 10lbs to each side of the bar - a bit heavy for her warm up weight, but not too heavy for her. She took a swig of her bottle, which was at the right of the bench, along with her phone; she had forgotten her headphones and had to put up with the gym's choice of music. She laid down on the bench, her feet on the large weights plates and her eyes beneath the bar. Her hair was in a ponytail, the hair tie pushing into her skull and the hair bunched at her neck. She threw her hair back, letting it cascade over the bench, and steadied herself before grabbing the bar in a wide grip. She took two deep breaths before pushing up; silently she counted to herself as she pumped out ten reps. She sat up, looking at herself in the mirror. To her left, she saw Hunter swiping into the gym. Surely he, like everyone else, thoroughly looked at all parts of the gym on his way to the locker room. She quickly laid back again, grabbing the bar as she adjusted to the right position, leaving her hair in askew. She began again, making sure her form was perfect and her repetitions were smooth and even. Her eyes were trained on the ceiling until she re-racked the bar and sat up. There was a movement to her left, and Hunter's voice greeted her ears. "Still not working with a spotter? How irresponsible." She turned to see his joking grin, his eyes alight. "I can handle this weight pretty easily." She shot him a coy look. "But if you'd like to stick around, please feel free." "Well, I have a few minutes before my girlfriend gets here; I suppose I could help you out." He stepped behind the bar, waiting for her. She took another slug of water. "Ok. Let's add 10 lbs; make it 75." Working together, the next set of reps was smooth and easy for Faith. They added another five pounds and she slowly pushed through another set, her arms trembling as she finished. They chatted as they picked up the weight plates and put them back. A small girl with dark cinnamon skin and soft, raven hair approach the two as they chatted. Faith caught sight of the girl's electric blue sneakers, hot pink leggings, and white tank top with black writing. The girl embraced Hunter, then turned to face Faith as Hunter introduced her as his girlfriend, Asal. After another brief chat, Hunter and Asal left to work on cardio. Judging by Asal's small frame, thin body, and muscular glutes, Faith determined that she never lifted and probably ran only because she wanted to, not because it was required to maintain her body. The girl was beautiful, though not Faith's particular type when she chose to play with females; she preferred a thicker body, with full breasts, much like her own. But Asal's skin was beautiful, flawless even, and complimented her light brown eyes. An object of envy for Hunter, no doubt. As she finished her workout, Faith watched the two talk and laugh on the treadmills. Slightly irritated that Hunter had not previously mentioned his relationship during their previous flirt-a-thon, she grabbed her phone and water bottle briskly, mentally running through her list of fuckbuddies with whom she could take out her emotions with really rough sex. Anger and horny were emotions that often coincided for her. But, first, a hot shower. She wanted to be clean before she met up with whichever boy was available on an unplanned Wednesday night. She pulled a fresh towel from the shelf, glad the university provided clean towels and washcloths unlike most. As she turned to undress, Asal walked in, and greeted Faith, before letting slip that she and Hunter usually showered together post workout. Faith nodded politely, making an excuse about using the bathroom to leave the girl who made her so jealous. Asal was bubbly as she said good bye, picking up her stuff and slipping away, to the guys' locker room. Faith returned to her locker, looking over her stuff. She lifted a leg onto the bench, untying her shoe. She pause. Perhaps she could join in the post-workout shower, too... in a way, at least. She retied her shoe, grabbed her bag, and walked out of the girls' locker room. The guys' locker room was just across the hall, but she knew there was a back entrance by the sauna, which she used to sneak in. She didn't see anyone upon entering the room; it was silent, except for running water in the shower. She could tell from the entrance that the locker room was a mirror of the girls' room, which meant the showers were behind the wall she was staring at. She grabbed two towels and tiptoed down the row of lockers that she knew would be infrequently used as they were far from everything. She pulled out her shower shoes and stripped, pulled out her toiletries bag, and shoved her clothing and bag into the locker before shutting it quietly. She padded around to the showers, only one of which was running. The one on a diagonal from it held a chair and had a detachable shower head - the perfect set up for someone in her position. As she set down her things on the damp floor she heard low moans from the other shower stall. Under the translucent curtain she saw a two pairs of feet: large and white intertwined with brown and petite. Faith pulled at the curtain in her stall and started the shower; the soft moaning paused cautiously. She washed her hair thoroughly as she waited for them to continue. They were quiet, but beginning again; she heard their feet splash in the water as they changed position. When she was sure that Hunter and Asal had returned to full-on lust, she began to massage her body with a soaped up loofah. She started on her breasts, rubbing large, soft circles around her nipples, as she listened to their soft moans. Faith heard a small thump, likely a back on the tiled walls. The shower sounded louder and higher pitch - they had definitely moved out of the stream. Faith continued to wash herself, taking her time on her sensitive areas. She rinsed herself when she heard Asal's first loud moaned; it seemed stifled, but she was obviously excited. Faith pushed open the curtain slowly in an attempt to be quiet. After about eight inches she had a good enough view and stopped, taking the plastic chair and positioning it so she could watch the shadowy figures. Asal let out another moan, making Faith's clit twinge with excitement. She could see Hunter's calves and knees below the curtain and Faith could almost feel his tongue drag up her own slit. Asal's ankle disappeared and her other leg trembled. From the shadows that danced on the curtain, Faith could see her other leg rested on Hunter's shoulder, his hands pinning her hips. Asal was wriggling in his grip, clearly suppressing moans, which escaped past her lips anyway. Faith pulled down the detachable shower heard, adjusting the water to be slightly cooler. She sat in the chair, running the water over her face and body as she listened; her fingers found her clit, rubbing lazy circles as she imagined the scene behind the curtain. Asal grinding her pussy into his face as he greedily laps up her juices, his cock hard and ready. Faith guessed him to be about 7 inches, with decent girth - plenty to hit a g-spot and fill her up. Both girls could use him... Asal could ride his face while Faith rode his cock to ecstasy. Faith could get fucked while eating Asal's juicy brown cunt. She would love to taste Asal's sweet pussy, finger her and stroke her g-spot the same way Faith was currently doing to herself. She doubted the brown girl shaved - probably kept a neat bush full of soft black hair. Hunter stood up and Asal's legs appeared on the floor. A blowjob. Faith turned the shower head on her cunt, letting the water flow through her own brown bush and massage her thick lips. She centered the spray on her clit, the stream tracing her slit down and back up in accordance to the shadows of Asal bobbing over Hunter's cock. The girl seemed to struggle to take his cock into her mouth; whether it was due to size or lack of skill, Faith didn't know. Part of her wished size - 8, 9, 10 inches of thick cock that Hunter could pound into her cunt... The other half wished skill, so she could saunter in and teach the girl how to give a proper blowjob. How to caress the head with just the tip of the tongue, and then take the whole shaft down the throat. Faith was sure of her skills - she could easily upstage Asal and humiliate the girl for getting to Hunter first. Her cunt clenched at the idea as her mind ran with it, Hunter's moans accompanying her fantasy. Asal stood up and the two embraced. After a moment Asal was against the wall, Hunter behind her. From under the curtain, Faith saw him kick at Asal's ankles so she would spread her legs wider. He paused for a moment, finding her slit. She moaned as he teasing her, running his cock through her lips. "Please. Give it to me, baby." Her voice sounded edged on desperation. A gasp followed from both of them. Faith let her legs hang over each side of the chair, her pussy open and inviting to anyone who might walk in. She aimed the massager to her clitoris and let the fingers of her free hand delve into her cunt, which gushed with water. Her fingers raked over her g-spot as the massager shook on her clit, quickly building an orgasm in her. She wanted to finish quickly as she doubted Hunter would last long inside the petite beauty, Asal. She watched as the shadows moved, Hunter definitely in control of the action. It appeared that he had Asal pinned to the wall; her hands were out to the side, letting out soft moans. It was a submissive position for her, but Hunter was not rough - instead he took his time and explored her body, tracing his hands over his sides or kissing her neck. How people came from soft sex, Faith had no clue. She liked listening, hidden behind her own curtain. The mix of getting caught by the couple and getting caught by the school authorities enticed her even more. Would they be excited to see her watching? What if another guy came into her shower and caught her masturbating furiously? Would he tell on her, or jump in without an invitation? Her mind swirled, ending in an orgy with a quarter of the men's soccer team, Hunter, and only she and Asal as the girls. She imagined the guys "forcing" her to pleasure Asal with her fingers and tongue, while getting plowed by multiple cocks. Hunter had pulled out by now; he sat down on the shower floor and Asal joined him, sitting in his lap. Faith's heart raced, worried they might see her. She had closed her legs and was foolishly holding her breath as she waited. She heard their bodies rocking against the floor, Asal panting lightly, and realized that their upper torsos were still blocked from view by the curtain. She opened her legs again, stroking her clit with her hand while the shower head ran over her legs and chest. It was so kinky that these two would fuck in public. Maybe she wasn't the only one listening. She watched Asal's thin legs rock her back and forth as she worked over Hunter's dick. His hands caressed his girlfriend's thighs and calves before finding his way to her ass, which he grasped firmly. Faith rubbed tight little circles on her clit, her hips bucking slightly as she neared orgasm. Hunter pulled Asal to him, forcefully, and she gasped loudly. He guided her body to his, over and over, until her legs shook and she began screaming. Gym Showers Faith was on the edge of orgasm; these two beautiful creatures were fucking in front of her and she could only imagine how each of them felt. She moved the the water stream back to her clit, her hand thrusting into her cunt with two fingers rapidly. She struggled to suppress her moans and her breathing as she watched Hunter thrust into Asal harder and harder, until she was panting too hard to scream. The couple paused, then Hunter laid on the floor, his head in the corner of the shower stall - the only way he would fit. Faith couldn't see above his chest and hoped her couldn't see, or at least recognize, her. His muscular legs were in the stream of the shower and his hands rested on Asal's hips again. Her ass was clearly visible to Faith: perky, small, perfectly round, and settled against his pelvis. The stark contrast of their skin colors was beautiful. Hunter began to pound Asal from below; her hands wavered on his chest as his cock slid between her pussy lips. Faith watched with wide eyes as he worked the bottom, making Asal scream repeatedly. Without warning, Faith was cumming, and hard. The water on her clitoris coupled with her fingers at her g-spot had sent her over while she was lost in their moment. She bit her lip to silence herself as her legs kicked the air from the plastic chair she sat in. Her cunt clenched around her fingers as she curled them against her spot, jiggling her hand up and down in an effort to extend the ecstasy. Her clit was oversensitive and Faith dropped the shower head; it caught on the chair, spraying at the back way of the shower. After a moment, she managed to let out her breath and her body relaxed, allowing her to retrieve the shower head and rinse her body off. She glanced below the curtain to see the couple still going at it. How they both had lasted without an orgasm by now left Faith in shock. Hunter and Asal were holding hands in a death grip, giving the girl something to hold on to as she was mercilessly reamed with cock. His body showed no signs of stopping, his legs continuing to pump and she bounced on his cock. She leaned down so her chest was on his, their joined hands on the wall her their heads. She moaned into his chest, which was heaving up and down as her fucked her. Faith was pinching her nipples as she watched, the water streaming down her stomach. The other girl screamed, thrashing on her boyfriend's body. Faith's eyes went wide, her hand dropping to her little bud and grinding circles on it. She was still sensitive but began to climb to another peak as the girl came without stop for a minute straight. Asal was given a moment to recover before Hunter pushed her off and they both stood up. She bent over at the waist, her hips and tiny ass pushed out to meet him, her forearms braced against the wall. Faith had the perfect profile view of the action, and watched as Hunter guided his thick cock back into Asal. Was it the shadow that made him look so huge? Or was he really over 8 inches and incredibly thick? No wonder Asal was screaming. Hunter groaned as he slid back home in her cunt, circling his hips to feel every inch. One hand grabbed her ass, and the other grabbed her hair; through the curtain, Faith couldn't tell which. He wrenched her hair back, and his mouth went to hear ear. "You're a good little whore, right?" Faith imagined. "Letting me fuck you in public where anyone could see?" The conversation they might be having crossed spurred her on; she was going to cum again, she could tell. She wanted to wait; savor it and let it build up. Her previous fantasy entered her mind, but this time any guy who wasn't participated was filming on his smart phone. How slutty would it be to on a porn site? Pictures and video of her licking another girl out, being stuffed with as much cock as she could handle, begging for more. Her submissive side came out as she imaged being spit-roasted by Hunter and the dainty, beautiful Asal, equipped with a purple strapon. Hunter would silence her protests with his thick cock down her throat, and Asal would ravage her ass, while the rest of the guys watched and cheered them on, calling her a slut and a whore, laughing when Hunter would slap her or Asal would spank her. It was degrading and so hot, just like the scene in front of her. Hunter was still whispering, or kissing on her neck, Faith wasn't sure - but his hips were bouncing on Asal's thighs rapidly, a wet slapping noise emitting from their stall. She stroked herself slowly, just enough to keep herself moments from orgasm. Hunter had released Asal's hips and now and kept a quick, steady paste with a shallow thrust. Asal was moaning; Faith could see her legs trembling again. Poor girl could barely stand, let alone take the fucking that she was receiving. Faith ran the water of her face and chest, her fingers moving from her clit to her g-spot, stroking again. "Oh fuck. Fuck babe, I'm gonna cum." Hunter's voice rang loudly in the shower room; it was obvious no one felt the need to be quiet or subtle any longer, as all three of the college kids began moaning and panting. Asal was egging on Hunter between pants, thrusting her hips back to meet his, as demonstrated by the way her legs moved under the curtain. The echoing of skin on skin filled the air. Still on the edge, Faith waited, her legs quivering as she brought the water from her chest to her pussy. Her fingers went still as the water cascaded between her lips, her breathing heavy from the overload of sensation. She threw back the curtain to watch the shadows more closely; Hunter was going full out on his girlfriend's pussy, rapid shallow strokes. Faith saw Asal drop a hand to her cunt and the girl began writhing. Moments later, Asal screamed, her body contorting; Hunter groaned, pushing himself balls deep and holding still, his hands on the small of her back. As soon as she saw Asal orgasm, Faith switched the shower head to her clit and her fingers plunged into her cunt, pistoning in and out as they curled over her g-spot, grating it in the most delightful of ways. She was cumming as hard as Asal, if not more, and her gyrating body couldn't contain a single orgasm. She bit her lip to suppress her screams as she came a second time, with Hunter. A third wave of orgasm overtook her, her body convulsing enough to drop the shower head, which luckily landed facing the side wall. She lay panting in her chair, her heart beating rapidly and her face flush. From the other side of the curtain, Hunter and Asal were disengaging themselves. Fear of getting caught overrode the blissed out part of Faith's mind and she stood, her joints protesting, to closer her own curtain entirely. She moved the white plastic chair to the side, silently, and picked up the shower head, replacing it in the holder. Needing to calm down quickly, she turned the water to cold and washed her body again, letting the suds flood the floor. Beside her she heard the curtain open; they must have cut the water when she wasn't paying attention. To her grateful delight, neither looked into her stall to see who may have been watching them; surely they had heard her, right? Regardless, the threat was now gone and Faith moved back to her shower schedule in the cold water. Conditioner and face washes, then a final rinsing. She turned off the water and picked up one of her towels, drying her body. The second towel wrapped around her hair. Not great for blending in to the crowd in the men's room, but she figured that any guys who saw her in the locker room would say something crude, if they said anything at all. She heard the locker room door shut and assumed that Hunter and Asal had left. She collected her soaps and padded down the locker room hallway, keeping an eye out for Hunter or any other guys. Not seeing anyone, she made her way to her locker. She pulled out fresh clothing and dropped her towel to put on her panties. As she dressed, she replayed the images from the shower scene she had just witnessed. She didn't suppose she needed a guy for tonight after all. She was wiped from her workout and her orgasms. Dressed, she gathered her things, dropped the towels in the laundry bin, and walked towards the back entrance, from where she had come. *** Hunter waiting outside the locker room, his backpack slung over his shoulder and leaning against the saunas. After ten minutes, Faith waltzed out, looking very pleased with herself. She stopped when she saw Hunter, as if frozen in place. He grinned and walked up to her. Yes, he had known she was watching, but he had never told his girlfriend. He debating telling Faith; to let her think she got away with it would mean she might try again. But no, it was too tempting to tease her about it. "Using the guys' room, eh? Gotta say, with those tits I didn't see that coming." He smirked. "Uh... The girls' room was out of fresh towels and I was lazy." She covered; her attempt to sound confident was strained. "Uh huh, sure. Anyway, Faith, next time you'd like to watch, at least ask, ok? We could have made you hold the camera or something." He sauntered away, leaving her mouth gaping and her eyes wide, staring after him. Gym Showers BJ I was tired. I sprinted my last lap of the pool and quickly lifted my head at the end of the pool to inhale deeply. My eyes wandered as I slowly tried to regain my composure. Looking towards the other end of the pool I noticed a short middle-aged man in the hot tub staring at my direction. I've seen him before, swimming in a maroon Speedo. He was only OK looking and did have a slight belly. I quickly pushed off the wall and sprinted a few more laps careful to execute my flip turns aggressively and precisely now that I had an audience. I slowed and began to cool down. I jumped out of the pool and began to stretch glancing up to confirm my admirer was still watching me. He had moved positions and was know standing and leaning on the assistance poll. After a few minutes of obvious staring he slowly headed towards the locker rooms and glanced at me as he passed my way. At first, I thought nothing of it. As I finished my stretches I headed back into the locker rooms for a quick shower. As described in Gym Jerk Off, the showers were in a small room with 3 stalls lined on one wall and another 3 lining the opposite wall. There was little if any privacy and the first 2 stalls on one side were openly visible to anyone passing by to go to the toilets. As I entered the shower I noticed the maroon speedo man at the last shower stall. Instinctively, I first stepped into the farthest stall from him, but noticed that it had no soap left in the dispenser. I moved back and stepped into the middle stall opposite from the middle-aged man. I immediately saw his glances that reminded me of my first encounter at the showers. My mind raced as I thought how this may be another experience to remember. I slowly slipped my speedo off and turned up the heat to rectify the shrinkage caused from the pool. I felt the burning stares across the showers as I nonchalantly soaped my ass and legs slightly bending over. By now, the middle-aged man had slipped off his speedo and was facing me, soaping his semi-hard cock. My cock sprang at the site of this and there was no was to calm my already fully erect cock. This was my chance I thought. I closed my eyes and turned around revealing my rock-hard cock to the man and pretended to waah my back. Opening my eyes slightly underneath the running water I saw his eyes drift down to my penis and his hands furiously stroking his still semi-erect cock. I took a closer look and it was average sized with a lot of black pubic hair. His sack and cock were darker than the rest of his body. My dick pulsated as I continued to wash my back. After a few seconds he stepped out of his stall. Looking toward the entrance, he peered halfway out to ensure no one was coming. He returned in front of my stall looking at me still massaging his cock which was starting to get harder by the second. I opened my eyes and looked down at my cock. Without hesitation he dropped to his knees and began to suck at the head of my penis. My initial shock numbed any pleasure I hope I would feel. However, I could feel him sucking harder and harder and his tongue working circles around the head of my penis. Within minutes, I began to feel my ejaculation coming not at the pleasure I was feeling, but this intense site of a man on his knees vigorously sucking on my manhood. I began to punch my cock deeper into his mouth until I came. He closed his eyes as I shot my load into his mouth and he began to suck my head harder to extract all my jizz. Surprisingly he swallowed it and stood up still massaging his dick and stroking mine. He looked at me and I did not move. I was terrified to reciprocate and had no desire to jerk him off after I already came into his mouth. He slowly stepped back and began to jerk off as I continued to wash myself making sure to at least give him so good cock and ass shots as I lathered my dick and ass crack. He came in his stall and we watched each other for a few minutes clean ourselves up. After changing, I almost ran out of the gym feeling nervous, panicky, guilty, and horny all at the same time. That definitely was a HUGE step from a jack-off the previous month.