I’d spent an hour or more in the gym, my attention on this young maybe 19 year old slim Adonis, my eyes roaming over his skin tight leggings, admiring the deep curve of his ass, and the visible outline of his cock. After he caught me looking a few times in the wall to wall mirrors, I realised he was flirting with me. The way he stood and bent while he worked the weights, his leggings strained over his buttocks, his legs apart soon had my own shorts getting uncomfortably tight. He seemed to go out of his way to walk right by me on his way to the locker room, his hand ‘accidentally’ brushing against my thigh, and in seconds I’d finished up and was right behind him.
As I came into the room I caught a glimpse of him rounding the corner of a row of lockers over from mine. He had his arms raised, peeling off his shirt, the waistband of his leggings barely covering his butt. I caught my breath, this boy was so hot, I wanted to have him so bad, did I dare make a move in such a public place? I stripped off for a shower, throwing my shorts and shirt into my locker, grabbing a towel and wrapping it round my waist to hide my stiffening cock. Then there he was casually walking over to the showers, quite naked, with a towel round his neck, his body there for all to admire. Pretty much all of the dozen guys in the locker room followed his progress with their eyes, some more openly than others. He chose the stall at the far end, the one with the grab bars and the extra space, and abandoning caution I followed, dropping my towel over a hook by the stall door.
Naked now, my growing cock heavy between my legs, I slipped into the shower stall he’d left slightly open, and locked the door behind me. He was facing the wall, bent over with his arm resting on a grab bar, soapy water cascading over his body and the perfect sculpted globes of his teenage ass.
As I watched he reached a soapy finger behind him and slid it into his hole, moaning softly, just audible over the noise of the shower, and the background of sounds from the locker room. I knelt behind him, gently pulling his hand away, allowing the stream of water to flush the soap from his crack, and started tonguing him from balls to swollen hole. With a louder moan, suppressed as he tried to silence his growing excitement, he spread his legs and pushed his ass back into my face, trying to force my tongue deeper. I grabbed his tight balls, squeezing and massaging them while I fucked him with my tongue, until we were both groaning trying desperately to keep the noise down.
