My favorite place to hang out
when I was younger was the locker room. I was fortunate to live only a few
minutes from a small university and would spend my younger days just wandering
around the men's locker room.
At that time, I was only sixteen,
but no one seemed to notice that I had found my way into the place. It was as
if they didn't even see me, and that made it all the better. I could sit on one
of the benches and watch the crowds of naked men walk around, their cocks
swaying back and forth as they did so. I didn't consider myself gay, just
curious. However, looking back I realize that my "curiosity" included
not only wanting to compare the size of my dick with these older guys but also
wanting to touch them and put them in my mouth.
I was kind of proud to see that
some of the guys had smaller dicks than I did. There were, however, more who
were much larger than I was and that excited me. I hoped to grow to their size.
During most of my visits, I would
have to go to the bathroom stall and jerk off. I would think about the many men
toweling off or stretching or just touching themselves as they completed their after-workout
routine. Occasionally, I would see a half-hard or even an erect cock, but that
was rare - most of the time their dicks were limp. I liked seeing soft cocks. My
fantasy at that time was to take one of their soft dicks and make it hard. I
liked the idea of giving someone that kind of pleasure.
The more I went to the lockers,
the more comfortable I got at looking at the guys. Instead of just sitting and
watching them, I would often choose one or two guys that caught my eye and
follow them around a little. I would watch them remove their workout clothes
and follow them toward the showers. I would hang back far enough to not be
obvious, but close enough to see them washing their bodies in the communal
showers. Sometimes they would look my way, but I would pretend to be looking
for something or walk away.
From the showers, I would follow
their steps back to their locker and watch them dry off. This was my favorite
part of the routine. I enjoyed watching as they ran their towels over their
crotch, making their dicks flop around. Almost always the men would focus most
of their drying time on their dick.
Going to the college lockers
became a big part of my life. During a particular summer, I went there every
day. Toward the end of that summer I turned eighteen and, feeling like I
blended in better now, I became even more daring. To get even closer to the
gorgeous men, I would bring a towel with me and shower with them. I would
usually take the shower in the corner so that I could hide my hard-on, but I
would watch the men around me rub their hands over their bodies.
One day while I showered with a
few guys, I was feeling disappointed. The guys in the showers were rather
unattractive, to me anyway, and I felt no connection to them. Thinking it was going
to be a slow day, I considered drying off and going home. Then he came into the
showers. I had seen him before, but not very often. He had dark hair that
covered his head and his crotch. The rest of him was smooth. His body was firm
and muscular, but not overly so. His soft cock bounced about as he made his way
across the row of showers. Just the sight of him made my young dick twitch. I
was happy that my trip had taken a more positive turn.
The man continued to walk past the many empty showers and eventually ended up taking the one right beside me. I tried not to look at him, but it was no use; he had caught my eye long before this day. With him this close to me I could barely breathe.
I knew I couldn't stay in the
showers for too long, but I wanted to get some good looks before I departed to
the toilet stall to jerk off - and I did get some nice masturbation material. I
looked over at him just as he was bending down to wash his legs. As he did so I
got a nice look at his ass and his balls dangling from the other side.
My dick grew to its hardest as I
continued to scan the man's naked body. To my horror, though, he turned around
quickly and caught me looking. I know he saw me because he glanced down at my
erection and quickly turned away from me. I was so embarrassed. The best thing
for me to do was to wait until my dick shrank and then get the fuck out of there.
I did my best to make my cock
limp, but I wasn't successful. When he turned back toward me, I managed to move
to the side so that he couldn't see my dick.
"Were you checking me out?"
he whispered.
My heart skipped a beat. "No!"
I looked over at him to give him a shocked expression. I caught his eyes.
"Yes, you were," he
continued, looking deeply into my eyes. "This isn't the first time either.
You're here a lot."
I had finally been busted. I wasn't
as inconspicuous as I had thought. All this time they had known that I was
watching them. My favorite hobby was about to end.
The man turned so that he was
facing me squarely. He held out his arms and placed them on my shoulder to turn
my body toward him. "You have been watching me and your prick gives you
away." He was right. My dick was pointing straight out. "Tell me, do
you like what you see?"
I glanced down at his cock. To my
surprise, he was now hard, too. His cock had to be about seven inches long. I
swallowed hard and nodded.
The man looked around the room. There
was one guy left at the very front of the showers. With the distance and the
steam, it was unlikely he could see much of what was going on down at our end.
Satisfied that no one could see us he grabbed his cock and wrapped his fingers
around it. "You like this, too?" he asked as he began to stroke his
cock.
I nodded again, my heart racing.
"You do it, too," he instructed.
I followed his movements and
began jerking off, copying his every move. When he reached down to pull at his
balls, I pulled at my balls. When he took his other hand and began caressing
his nipples, I played with my nipples. He seemed very pleased with himself.
I came in a sudden gush. It
surprised me how quickly I had ejaculated. It must have equally surprised my
shower mate, as he gave a short laugh when a bit of my cum landed on his leg.
When I was done, he said, "You
must be very good at that." He held out his hand and took mine. "Why
don't you see if you can get me off, too?" My hands touched his warm cock.
Gently I surrounded it with my fingers and palm. "That's it," he
whispered. "Now make me cum like you just did."
It was more difficult at first to
jerk him off. I had to change my technique. When I did, he responded with a
groan. I looked past him and the man at the far showers continued to wash as if
nothing was going on.
I placed my other hand on his
chest and he took a hold of it. He guided the other hand to his nipple and I
pinched it lightly. This caused him to tense and let out a deep sigh. Then he
moved my hand to his lips and I placed my index finger in his mouth. He licked
and sucked it as his hips began thrusting against my other hand.
His cock seemed to grow even
harder as he fucked my fist. Then with a moan, his first jet of cum flew from
his cock and landed on my stomach. Another shot hit my dick and dripped slowly
down my shaft to its tip, where it stayed. An equally powerful spurt hit my
leg.
The man continued to thrust
against my fist long after he had gone dry, and eventually said, "Isn't
that better than just watching?"
I nodded eagerly and gave his
cock a final squeeze. Without another word, we turned back to our showers and
washed the other's cum from our bodies, and he left first without a word or
even a glance in my direction.
After that day, I ended up giving
him hand jobs from time to time, and that was the only time he ever spoke to
me. When he wasn't in need of a helping hand, he never even acknowledged my
presence. That was fine with me, though; I was just grateful for those times when
he did allow me to play with his cock and felt honored to be the one who got to
give him the pleasure he needed.
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