Locker roo[m/m] | 2016

There’s a guy at work, let’s call him Joel. We’ve flirted for years. I’ve worked here for five years, him six. We don’t see each other often, but every time we do, it’s “nice tie,” or “great shoes,” a raise of the eyebrows, and some goofy smiles and noncommittal conversation. He’s married, although he might be open. How do you ask that? Joel is about my height, former college baseball player, with a California Cool accent that’s just a little put on, a penchant for “fashion forward” clothing - tailored jeans, tailored shirts, thin ties. It shows him off well. The man has a fine ass.

Me, I’m a big guy - not fat or even chubby. Just… strong. Hairy all over. Beard I keep close cropped to my face. If I were that kind of guy, you’d call me a “gay bear” but I’m not, and so I’m “The world’s most non-gay gay bear,” Bi-bear just sounds wrong. How about “Thoroughly bi guy who looks good in a kilt?”

A few months ago the office opened a locker room after years of complaining by the tenants who wanted to bike to work but still look good for meetings. It’s in the back of the building kind of off to itself. You have to get a code to get in. Inside it’s nice and clean, has three showers, and a bunch of lockers.

As the summer’s progressed, fewer and fewer people work out at lunch. The hundred degree heat and 60% humidity get to you after awhile I suppose, but I go running every day hot or cold, storm or shine.
It was a hundred and four degrees out there today! I ran just over two miles because anything more would have been insane in the full blaze of the sun, running over pavement. Even with the short distance, I was completely soaked in sweat.

When I arrived at the locker room it was empty. I’ve always been shy about the locker room. Maybe it’s because I’m bi and I’m afraid everyone can see somehow, or maybe it’s just because I wasn’t much of a gym rat as a kid. I never got used to “locker room” culture. So even with it totally silent and still and not a soul in the room or likely to come, I thought briefly about taking my clothes off in the shower like usual.

But oh what the hell? No-one was there. I was half tempted to send a post-workout locker room selfie to my friend w/bennies to tease her, but that was one step too far, and that door was not that locked. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it on the bench. Took off my shoes. Looked back at the door and took a breath. Then pulled off my shorts. I immediately hardened in the cool air with the novelty. I was naked in my own office building in a room anyone could walk into!

I covered myself in a towel only a second before the lock clicked. Joel walked in. I managed to stifle a blush, or at least pass it off in my head as merely being embarrassed to see a coworker in an unusual situation. I tried not to look at him as I trotted to the shower. I managed a casual, “Hey man, guess we’re the last men standing out there. No-one left exercising in this heat. Out for a run?”

Embarrassment, hormones, whatever, by the time I got into the stall, my cock was rock hard and demanding my attention. I flipped on the water. I couldn’t help touching myself while it took its sweet time getting warm. Of course with him here, I couldn’t exactly just go at it, and it’s a locker room shower anyway. I’m sure guys do it, but that’s not me. I just squeezed it and jerked gently to try to let off a little of the steam.

Joel started chatting with me while he got ready for the shower. “Nah, bro. [he really does talk like this] There’s an ultimate frisby game at lunchtime every day at the building across the street. I try to go and show off some moves, you know?” His slang’s like he’s still 22, but 10 years ago. I imagined him naked and completely forgot I was supposed to be taking a shower. A little bead of precum came to the tip of my cock as I squeezed it hard once more and I swirled it around the head to make it feel good. Then I thought “must shower.”

“Pretty impressive you get out there and run in that heat. Lookin’ good, bro!”

In my mind, this is all still normal banter. There’s nothing new going on here. I sort of lost the thread and fail to respond back. My brain is just kind of shut down at trying to take the conversation towards the edge while I’m standing naked in a lukewarm shower, cock demanding my attention every time I take my fingers away from it.

“I don’t think there’s anyone else coming in here.” Still normal. He’s walking to the shower stall next to mine. Except then he doesn’t. He stopped at mine.

“No, it’s too hot for everyone. I think we’re the lunchtime crowd today.”

Knock. Knock.

Oh.

Shit.

Knock... Knock…

Do I open the door or not? Focus! My brain went into high gear. What’s about to happen?

I opened the door a crack and looked out. I started to try to say something, but our eyes locked. In his eyes were a question. In my eyes were an answer. I opened the door a bit further. He threw his towel over mine and stepped in.

From there, we said nothing. He simply grabbed a handful of soap and started lathering me up. I groaned and leaned into his hands which glided deftly across my chest and middle. I put a hand on his abs to steady myself. His hands kept moving. Suddenly a soapy finger ran its way down the crack of my ass. Soap isn’t lube, but I dearly wanted his finger to go further. Instead, his fingers wrapped around my cock. One by one he slid them on and off my cock, slowly massaging me as if we had all the time in the world.

Suddenly it occurred to me again that someone else could come in. I started, looked up desperately at him, and he kissed me hard, then redoubled his efforts on my cock. I became weak in the knees. I clenched my ass hard to feel every last movement. I started to breathe heavy. He knew I was coming, and as I buried my fingers into his abs and shoulders he grazed my ass with his finger again and it was all over. I came hard. Onto him and into the shower. I held onto my silence, still scared that someone would hear us, but it was so hard. He emptied me out and I leaned against him for a second, breathing hard. I felt the weakness in my knees and I knew what they were telling me to do. I knelt down.

Joel was not huge. He wasn’t small, but somehow all those years with all the “bro” slang, I had this vision of an overconfident, giant cock. Instead he was perfectly normal, although I’d never gone down on an uncircumcised guy before. I’d only gone down on two or three guys in my whole life for that matter.

Six years of tension had just been released for me and suddenly I wanted to make up for lost time. He was so hard already. I took his cock in both hands and pumped it slowly with force, feeling his skin slide over his shaft in a way that was totally new for me. I squeezed him in my grip until I thought he would gasp. Then I put my lips on his head and took him in.

He responded to every move I made. Clearly he wanted this as much or more than I did. I gripped his thigh with my left hand and stroked him with my right. I could feel him clenching, coming closer and closer, and I let my hand stray up his thigh closer and closer to build the tension. He tasted so good, and I was getting hints of come from him, drips I could get out of his cock teasing it just this way or that. I ran my fingers along the back of his testicles and they began to clench in that way that says “I’m about to come.” I cupped them close, then stroked his whole cock at once as he cried out. I took every drop I could from him, pumping until he started panting with exhaustion.

I got up. He put his arms on my shoulders this time and grinned, red faced and exhausted, “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow. Tomorrow I want more.” He grabbed my ass and kissed me roughly, and I knew he understood exactly what I meant.