By: Sean R.
Several months ago, I had an
experience I will never forget. It started as a normal day, however, things
would deviate from the norm after I had finished work and made my way to the
gym.
I had plans to play racquetball
with my usual partner at 7:30 pm. He wasn't there yet, so I went to the locker
room to change. I love locker rooms; being able to catch glimpses of all those
hanging, swinging cocks. This locker room was a very nice, large one with
plenty of mirrors.
Just the sight and smell of a
locker room could get me feeling horny, and this time was no different; my dick
was semi-hard by the time I took down my pants and underwear. I was just contemplating
giving it a couple of tugs when I heard some voices, and then two guys, older
businessmen types in suits, came around the corner and went to lockers a few
doors down from mine.
I quickly pulled on my jock to
cover my semi, then got the rest of my gym clothes on and headed off for the
juice bar to wait for my friend.
After arriving at the juice bar
and taking a seat, the woman behind the counter asked if I was Sean. I told her
that I was, and she then passed along a phone message to me saying that my
friend had called and would be unable to make it.
I thanked her, sounding rather
disappointed, and asked if she knew of anyone else who was perhaps looking for
a racquetball partner. She didn't but said if I was planning to stay, she would
let people know that I was looking. I thanked her again, bought a drink, and
sat at the juice bar for a bit.
It was now 8:30, and so far, no
one had been available or interested in playing a game of racquetball with me.
I decided I had wasted enough time and didn't want to just leave and go home,
so I decided to head to the court, open a can of balls and get some practice
time in.
I batted those balls over and
over and had long since worked up a sweat. I decided to step out and get some
water and check the time. I was surprised to find that it was after 9:30. I was
so preoccupied I didn't realize that I had been batting balls for a little over
an hour; it certainly hadn't felt like that much time had gone by.
I looked around and there was no
one else around now. It didn't matter anyway, though; it wasn't like I was going
to get a game in before the club closed. However, I decided I'd get in a few more
practice shots before calling it quits; I was plenty steamed from being stood
up and having had no luck in finding a partner and had decided this was the
best way to burn it off.
As I approached the court, I saw
through the windows that someone else was now in there, swatting their balls. I
sort of recognized him; he was a regular at the gym, but not the courts. He was
about 6'2", which is about my height, and had dark hair, green eyes, and
being shirtless, I could see that he was in really great shape, too.
I tapped the window before
entering, to get his attention; if you just walk in when someone doesn't see
you, they will turn and the ball is likely to come back and hit either you or
them.
He moved over and let the ball
fly past him and I stepped into the room. "Hi, you must be Sean," he
said.
"Uh, yeah. How do you know
my name?" I asked him.
"Oh, Melissa told me there
was a guy named Sean in court 7 looking for a partner."
"Melissa?"
"The girl at the juice
bar."
"Ah," I nodded.
"I'm Josh," he said
extending his hand. "So, you wanna get a game or two in?"
I told him I'd love to as I shook
his hand, but pointed out that the place would be closing soon and we didn't
have enough time to do so.
He then told me that Melissa was
his girlfriend and was going to be there until 11:00 or so, locking up and
stuff and that we could stay until she was ready to leave. After explaining
that, I agreed to a game and we started playing.
We played to 15 at first and it
was a great game. I just barely won and I was completely out of breath, and
very thirsty. I went out to get another drink of water from the fountain and
noticed that most of the lights were now off. I looked at the clock and it said
10:30. I figured Melissa was almost ready to leave, a little earlier than her
boyfriend had anticipated, and that we would have to leave now, too.
However, after telling Josh this,
he explained that most of the lights in the main gym area got turned off after
hours and that his girlfriend had left our light on so we could play a little
longer.
Game two started the same, and we
were in the middle of the point when the lights went out, and being in the
middle of a dive for the ball at the time, Josh slammed into me in the dark. We
both went crashing to the floor. He was on top of me and his sweaty arms and
legs were all over me. I could also feel a soft cock quickly stiffening and
pushing into my stomach. This was the strangest thing I had ever felt.
I didn't want to seem awkward or
pushy so I asked him if he was alright. He said he was fine, and that he was
sorry. He rolled off me and I could hear him breathing next to me. He said he
guessed that was his girlfriend's way of saying that she wouldn't be much
longer and that it was time for us to call it a night, and go and get showered
and changed. I told him that I agreed and that my fiancé would be wondering
where I was.
We both got up and felt our way
toward the door, and with the small amount of light shining through the windows
from outside of the racquetball court, I could see his shorts being pushed
forward by a hard-on. I tried not to make it look like I noticed, but this
turned me on a lot.
As we entered the locker room, we
each went to our locker areas and undressed. Towel wrapped around my waist, I
headed to the showers. Josh was just stepping in as I arrived and had his back
to me. I took the shower across from him and took in his naked body from behind
as he began to wet himself down.
He turned and I quickly averted
my eyes. His cock appeared to be semi-erect and I noticed him taking in my
nakedness as well. His cock began to rise even more and he turned away from me
to hide his erection. I decided that an opportunity like this would not present
itself again.
"Hey, great game," I started.
"Yeah," he agreed.
"I had a great time," I
continued.
"Yeah me too," he
replied, and then there was a moment of silence.
I decided to use his
embarrassment against him to bring up the subject of his cock. "It's ok,
happens to all of us at some point," I said.
"What does?"
"Getting a hard-on in the
showers."
"Shit!" he said under
his breath, realizing I had seen it. "Uh, yeah," he said with a
nervous laugh, "It has a mind of its own. Just thinking about my
girlfriend, you know. I'm not gay or anything, so don't worry or get nervous
that it means anything."
But I knew it did mean something,
I just had a feeling. Probably because he got hard when his sweat-soaked,
bare-chested body landed on top of mine, and he started to get hard when he saw
me naked in the showers. "I'm not worried, I'm not gay either. It happens
to the best of us." I wasn't lying; I considered myself straight and
simply bi-curious.
He didn't reply but I couldn't
stop now and, after mustering up all my nerve, I went for it, "So, um, do
you need a hand with that?" I asked.
"Uh, hand with what?"
"With that boner you can't
get to go down," I chuckled.
"Uh, I told you, I'm not gay; I have a girlfriend. Um, what did you have in mind anyway?"
Those last words told me a lot. I
knew now that he was game for some fun or at the very least very curious and
considering it. "Just what I said, I can give you a hand with it, you know,
give you a handy," I replied boldly, unable or unwilling to turn back now.
"Well, uh..." was all
he said and then he fell silent.
I didn't wait for him to decide
or give me permission; I knew he wanted me to do it, and I wanted to do it. I
couldn't believe what I was going to do but it was like my cock had a mind of its
own and was leading the way, both figuratively and literally as I walked across
the shower and stood behind him and immediately reached around him and grasped
his hard cock in my hand.
His body flinched and he let out
a surprised gasp but he didn't say a word or try to stop me. I slowly began to
stroke his cock and even though I had had mine in my hand thousands of times,
it felt different than my own, which sort of surprised me I guess; I figured a
hard cock would feel like a hard cock and feel the same in your hand as your
own, but I was wrong.
I was stroking his cock the same
way I was now stroking my own, when suddenly he spun around to face me, giving
me my first look at another man's fully engorged cock. Of course, I had seen
them hard in porn before, but never in the flesh.
"Would you be willing to
suck it, too?" he asked as I stood there staring down at another dude's boner
that was pointing right at me, and just inches away from my own boner.
I hadn't even considered that a
possibility, but I had always wanted to try it. However, now that the
opportunity had presented itself, I was suddenly quite nervous and shy about
the idea, and also curious as to why he
all of a sudden was being so bold. I guess after having my hand on his shaft,
he too was now being led by his cock.
I thought about what he had asked.
What would it feel like? Would I choke? Would it taste funny? What if he came
in my mouth? If he did, would it taste bad? Would I feel obligated to swallow
it and did I want to swallow another man's cum?
Lost in these thoughts, I hadn't
answered him, and perhaps sensing my nervousness but also noticing my desire, he
'encouraged' me by gently but firmly pushing down on my shoulders. I still wasn't
sure if I wanted to do this, but I was now down on my knees in front of a naked
man and might never get this close to a hard cock again, so I decided to go for
it.
I had no idea what to do, so I
simply put my mouth over the head of his cock and gave it a good feel with my
lips. The smell and the taste of his meat were incredible; it was very salty,
and moist, kind of rubbery feeling and it was also leaking pre-cum. I almost
came right then and there from my overloaded senses, and so I took my hand off
my cock.
I tried the best I could to get
his cock in my mouth and managed to take in about four of what I estimated to
be seven-and-a-half to eight inches. Everything was happening so fast, I felt
like I was spinning.
Not being skilled at all in
cocksucking, I didn't want his cock to leave my mouth so I worked hard, maneuvering
my mouth every which way to keep my mouth on it. My jaw was getting very sore very
quickly but I didn't want to stop.
Hyped-up from sucking my first
cock, it wasn't long before I had my hand wrapped around my own throbbing
member again. It was difficult, but I forced myself to stroke it very slowly
and with a light touch so I wouldn't blow my wad too quickly.
Just a short time later, Josh reached
out and grasped the back of my head, holding it in place, and then I suddenly
felt a warm, salty, kind of sour-tasting liquid flood my tongue. It was kind of
gross tasting, but at the same time, there was something about the taste I kinda
liked, too.
At the moment his cum started to
spray into my mouth his girlfriend called out from the door, letting him know
that she would be ready to leave shortly. "Uh, almost finished here, we'll
be out in five," he responded, never releasing his hold on my head.
I couldn't believe it! The guy
was actually shooting his load into another guy's mouth while talking to his
girlfriend who was right there but had no idea what was going on. It was very
strange, but also quite hot.
After he had finished cumming, he
didn't pull his cock out and was still holding onto my head, panting, so I
eventually had to swallow - part of me wanted to but part of me didn't. However,
in the end, the decision was made for me, and I knelt there gulping down
another man's seed.
With his cock drained and his
load swallowed, Josh grabbed the base of his dick and pulled it from my mouth. He
then just turned himself into the shower spray and proceeded to give his cock a
quick wash with some soap.
I still wanted to cum and was
hoping he'd return the favor, if not a blowjob at least a hand job. However,
when he turned back around and I asked if he'd be into doing the same for me, even
making sure to say it could just be a handy, he simply responded with: "Nah,
I'm good," and then left the showers.
I stayed and started pumping my
cock before he was even out of my sight, blowing my load no more than thirty
seconds later.
As I passed the area of the
locker room where Josh's locker was located, he wasn't there, or anywhere else.
After getting dressed and leaving
the locker room, Josh was standing with his girlfriend; it was obvious they
were both waiting for me to come out of the locker room and leave so that they
could as well.
There was only one word spoken
between us from the time he had left the showers after dropping his load in my
mouth until I walked out the front door, and that was saying 'bye'.
All the way home, I couldn't
believe what had happened, had actually happened. It slowly began to sink in
that not only had I sucked my first cock, but I had also tasted and swallowed another
guy's cum.
It was about two weeks later when
I ran into Josh at the gym again one evening. He simply greeted me with a nod
and then quickly looked away like he was embarrassed by what we'd done together.
Although I still see him at the
gym from time to time, including quite often in the showers, the only thing I
get from him now is a nod hello; nothing physical has ever happened between us
again.
Of course, unlike that first
time, we have never been alone together in the showers or the locker room, so
it's not surprising that nothing more has ever happened. And based on Josh's
seeming embarrassment and unwillingness to even speak to me, I get the feeling
that finding ourselves alone together in the locker room is something Josh
won't ever let happen again, anyway.
Still, I'll always be grateful
for the experience, because it taught me that I am not just bi-curious, but bisexual.
To that end, I still get aroused
by locker rooms and seeing cocks, but not in the same desperately-trying-not-to-get-a-boner
way I do when I see Josh's cock. I guess that's probably because I've had his cock
in my mouth and I've tasted and swallowed what comes out of it. Hopefully, one
day that will change, and I will go on to have many more hard dicks in my mouth!
Until then, even though she
doesn't know it, my fiancé always benefits whenever I do get to see Josh's cock
in the gym showers, because any time that I do, I always fuck her so hard when
I get home!
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