I had taken a week off from going to the gym. I was entering when I had to return to my car. I placed my bag down. I returned to the locker room and was having thoughts about Louis and was getting aroused. I got naked and opened my bag and saw an envelope. I was trying to figure out where it came from. Inside was a note on pink paper, it started, “Dear Zak, it was lovely seeing the show which you put on. It was really hot.”

There was more, “I really enjoyed the part when your blond-haired mate took his hard dick and slowly pushed it into your eager anal opening. I really love the sound which you made. I get worked every time I think about it. I am tired of masturbating. I do suggest that you should always check to make sure doors are locked and you need to be quiet.”

There was no name on the letter. My mind started racing trying to figure out who left it. I got dressed and went into the workout room. I was trying to look at everyone to see if I could pick up any signals. I could not concentrate on my workout. I wanted to play out the worst-case scenario and what would the person do. 

What would happen if the word got around? I saw my life flash in front of me but, I was not going to focus on that. I was hoping the person did not have any ill will in mind like wanting to blackmail me. Good luck with that.

I decided to cut the workout short and returned to the locker room. I approached my locker; something was out of place. My bag was facing in a different direction and someone had been in there. I opened my bag and there was another letter.

I opened the letter, again on pink paper and started to read, “Dear Pretty Boy, I was watching your sweet butt walking in the exercise room. The more I kept looking at you the more I was getting excited. It is sexy the way you walk. I may call you 'sweet cheeks'. I really think we should meet to get to know each other. You did look out of place today. I hope that you did not have anything on your mind. Let me help you to relax. You have my word that I will not pass around nor will I say anything, it’s our secret.”

There was a moment that I wanted to believe. The person had to have some time on their hands to be watching me and time to write the letter. I went back to reading, “The main reason I will stay silent is that I want you for myself to enjoy. Let’s say that I want to be sexually liberated like you and I hope some of you can rub off on me. I want to feel comfortable in my own body and to learn to enjoy sex. Let’s say that I can turn a few heads… oops... male or female! Now, I have you guessing I am not ready to tell you who I am so until next time. By the way, I do have a request and that is no jacking off for the rest of the week. At the end of that time, I want to see what it will look like when you cum and watch you shut your sticky stuff. Now, does that sound delicious?”

I was so engrossed that I was getting sexually aroused and my dick was starting to swell. I had to catch myself and not play in the shower. I removed my clothes and I was glad no one was there because I walked naked to the shower in a semi-hard state. If a person saw me, they would have thought that I had just jacked off.

While I was in the shower, I picked up my razor and shaved my pubic area and thought about Louis. He had gently cupped my balls while he moved my dick off to the side to shave me. I did my best to get the thought out of my mind as I was getting hard. I did my best to rush because other guys were coming in and I could not walk out with a hard-on. As I walked back to my locker I was trying to see if anyone was looking at me.

While seated, I started to apply lotion on my legs when another guy sat across from me. We talked briefly. As he sat down his legs were open as if he wanted me to see his dick. I was trying to keep my eyes away. He put some lotion in his hands and slowly started to rub his knee and working up to his crotch.

He placed one hand on his dick and began to massage it. He was cautious so that I was the only one to see. He was pulling on his dick and my eyes could not stay away, it was like a magnet. I saw the clear liquid at the tip. He did have a pretty circumcised dick. The head looked like it was ready to be licked and sucked.

I had to pull my eyes away, I was trying to figure if he was the mystery person. I caught him looking directly at my dick when I stood up. I hesitated a few moments before I slipped on my panties. He could tell that I was aroused and in a semi-hard state. I could not be lusting after every dick I saw. I finished dressing and headed out to my car.

I opened the trunk and put my bag in and walked to unlock my door when I noticed another envelope on my windshield. I was getting nervous that someone had eyes on me, I could not see them. I settled in the car and opened the letter on pink paper. I started to read, “Dear Pretty Boy. Did you miss me? I want to help to keep you focused so you don’t forget me. Just checking to make sure that you didn’t play with yourself in the shower? I know you feel that you have a stalker. I’m not looking to do any bodily harm and my intentions are purely sexual. Did you like the dick you were looking at?”

There was no one who I could talk to about this without getting my situation out. I was beginning to feel guilty and wished that none of it had happened. I knew I was fooling myself. I really enjoyed having Louis’s hard dick in me because I really wanted to try it

It was sexy, nasty, and damn good… oh, the way it felt sliding in and out. Every time I thought about it I started to drip. What I do with my body is my business and no one was hurt. How many people know what it feels like to have the head of a dick slip into that tight little hole?

I had one course of action. I continued to read on, “You need not worry but, we will be meeting soon, and all of this will end. So, until then, I want you to relax and play along and enjoy. Love you.” I read the letter over again and tried to analyze it to determine if I had anything to be concerned about. I decided that I was going to go along with this person and trust them.

I arrived at work and parked my car and entered the building to take the elevator to the 25th floor. I had my eyes on everyone around me. Once I exited the elevator a few people spoke. I neared my desk and saw a bouquet of flowers placed on it. My co-workers started to make fun. They called me “Pretty Boy” as I sat down. I pulled the card from the flowers and it only stated, “Have a good day, Pretty Boy.” Someone had done their homework.

I had several articles which I was working on for the local newspapers. My thoughts were going in and out. I was looking forward to the end of the day. I made it to the end of the day without any interruptions. I was closing when I looked at my phone. There was a text message. I did not recognize the number. The message was short, “I will give you some breathing room and will be back in touch at the end of the week.” I felt relief that I had the balance of the week to relax.

I was putting my phone away and I heard a ping sound. There was another message, “Thought you might like a copy.” It was a picture of me in all my glory leaning over the table with Louis halfway in me. My dick was hard, Louis had his hand wrapped around it. An act of pleasure frozen in a moment. I had one thought.

I am screwed!