It was a slow day at the gym. There were only a handful of people working out, including myself. I was good with that, as I was free to move around without having to compete for equipment. My favorite treadmill is on the end by the door, and I didn't have to worry about anyone getting it before me.
I spent around an hour, using both the treadmill and exercise bike. Once I was done, I wiped down and headed for the locker room. As I entered and rounded the corner, I noticed the room was quiet, which meant no TV. I was good with that, too. I headed for my locker, unlocked it, and sat down for a moment.
I heard someone moving around somewhere behind me, but I expected it. I didn't necessarily think I'd be alone, even with the gym being as empty as it was. Once I caught my breath, I stripped down, grabbed the towel, and wrapped it around my waist. I closed the locker and made my way to the showers.
As I walked past the rows of lockers, I passed by the source of the sounds on my left. He was naked and sitting on the bench against the wall. He evidently thought he was alone because his cock was hard, and he was stroking it with his right hand. When he saw me, he quickly grabbed his towel and covered himself. I didn't make eye contact, but I know he did. I gave a quick nod as if to say "hey," and kept moving.
I chose the first shower on the left and closed the door behind me. I threw the towel over the door and stood there for a moment. I thought about what I'd seen. He was younger than me and was a little out of shape. But so was I. His cock was big. It was perfect, actually. Plus he was clean-shaven, which was another turn-on. I contemplated going back out there for a closer look.
But of course, I didn't know if he was straight or not. I wasn't going to assume either way. I'd not touched another man since I was eighteen, and honestly, I didn't really know if I could. Those years had been different, and that was a case of two best friends just experimenting. I hadn't seen him since then, but to my knowledge, that friend was straight and married with kids, like me.
But my fantasies had always included men, not just women. They'd also included transgender women too. The idea of a gorgeous woman with perfect breasts and a cock was beyond exciting for me. Most of the time when I got off, that's the porn I watched.
I turned the water on, just hot enough that I could stand under the stream. Was that guy on his way out? Or had he just come in and was heading to the shower himself? As I began soaping up, I reached down with my right hand and began stroking as well. I turned around and let the water hit my back. I stared at the door. Then I had a thought.
Should I open it? Maybe just a little? If he was on his way to the shower, he'd have to walk past mine. He would look in and see me as well. By this time, my heart was beating a little faster. Finally, I unlatched the door and cracked it open just enough to provide a look. I waited.
The prospect of being seen was exciting me even more, and I was completely hard. I decided I was going to cum either way, whether he showed up or not. As soon as that thought went through my mind, I saw him. He was moving past the door and then stopped. His towel was around his waist, and he stood just to the left of my stall, as if waiting for a signal. I opened the door further and waited.
He came back and stood in the doorway. This time, he didn't make eye contact. He just stared at my cock. I could see his hard-on poking up under his towel. I took a step back and he took a step in. He removed his towel and threw it over the door next to mine. He pulled the door closed behind him and slid the latch to lock it. Without saying a word, he dropped to one knee and took my cock into his mouth.
I lost my breath a little, and then just closed my eyes. He was moving back and forth, taking all of it in. Then he did more, and I felt myself going all the way to the back of his throat. He took it out and lifted it up, licking my balls and then sucking on them. I was so hard, and it felt so incredible.
I opened my eyes to look down at him and lifted my left leg, bracing it on the wall. He took the cue and ran his tongue under my balls to my hole. I was in heaven as he tongued me. He was down on both knees now, completely under me. I began moving up and down on his mouth as his tongue slid inside me.
He slowly worked a finger in, and eventually two. It was an easy move, as I was very wet at that point. He was working on my hole, prepping it. I didn't know that for sure, but it was a safe bet. I was good with that, but I wanted to touch him first.
His cock was rock hard, and I was determined to suck it, and take it. I wanted it all. For a moment I wondered if I could do it, since it had been a long time. Would I lose the nerve to do it, and this entire experience would be one-sided?