About 4 years ago, when I was 29, I worked for a property management company. We were in a four-story building that we managed, which had a health club on the first floor and basement. I had an elevator key that allowed me to go down to the basement floor, where the lockerrooms were, bypassing the front desk on the first floor. I took advantage of this as often as I could, to change into workout gear before heading home for a run, or just to check out the other guys who were in the lockerrooms. This was a first-class facility, with saunas and whirlpools in the lockerrooms, in addition to shower stalls and changing rooms complete with TV and couches. I knew members of the staff, and since they saw me there so often, no one ever questioned whether I belonged to the club!
One hot summer afternoon, I left my office with my workout gear, got on the elevator, and rode down to the club. I got out and walked into the lockerroom to change. I found a bench with a good view of the TV area and the other lockers. There was a scale by the TV, where these muscular guys would come out of the shower wrapped in a towel, drop their towels, and stand there buck-naked in front of you weighing themselves. You could just look toward the TV and no one would know that you were checking out these beautiful asses and backs.
So I start taking off my clothes, unbuttoning my blue shirt, undoing my belt, and unzipping my fly to drop my pants down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, standing there in a white undershirt and my grey boxer-briefs, the kind I love so much because they give my big balls room to move and still support them without squeezing. I was checking out some of the other guys, one young blond guy who looked like a swimmer, two older guys with dark hair who were chatting while standing a foot from each other totally naked. I noticed a swelling begin in my own package, and absentmindedly rubbed my cock through the fabric in my shorts. I pulled out my workout clothes, and was putting my work clothes in my bag when I heard someone call my name. "Hey, DJ!" And I looked up to see Mitch, one of the trainers there that I had gotten to know. He came over to where I was changing and put his bag down right beside mine on the bench. I couldn't believe he was here and it looked like he was gonna change right beside me, too. Mitch was so excellent: black hair, dark-tanned skin, mustache, about my height, 5'10", but a lot more bulk on his shoulders, arms, chest, legs, and a narrow waist that gave him that cool V-shape. We chatted while he started unbuttoning and unzipping, and I stood there right in front of him, pulled off my undershirt, then whipped down my shorts. It was so cool to be naked in front of him, like we had some special secret or something. Of course, he didn't have a clue. I looked down at my crotch and was glad to see I was only at half-mast; sporting wood in the lockerroom ain't too cool. I stepped into my jockstrap and looked back up at Mitch. He was still gabbing away about some sports event he had seen. By this time he was down to his underwear (green low-rise Jockey shorts) and socks. He had the most pronounced pecs I'd ever seen on a guy our size, really firm and defined all the way around. His abs were cut, too, and covered with a fine layer of dark hair down to his waistband. He sat down on the bench at this point which was right in front of me, so I was standing behind him to his right. He took off his socks, then with me peering over his shoulder, he whipped down his underwear. And there it was, his excellent cock laying fat and long between his legs on the bench. I wasn't sure if he was hard, or just had one of those big flaccid dicks that every guy envies. It stuck out between his legs from a thick bush of black hair, the end of a continuous line down his abs to his crotch. I couldn't believe my view. I just took it all in while he continued to talk. He reached into his bag and pulled out a jock strap, which he stepped into and pulled up, finally hiding his cock from me. He stuffed it down into the tight pouch, and reached into his bag for shorts and a shirt. I continued to fumble around with my stuff, by now having pulled on a pair of shorts. He finished dressing, and with a cheerful "Seeya" he took off for the weightroom.
By now I was glad to have my cock encased in that jock; I was so hot, my hard-on would have been obvious. But I didn't want to leave this way, so I looked around and noticed that all the other guys had left by now. I grabbed a towel off the shelf, wrapped it around my waist and slipped off my shorts and jock, and headed for the showers. I got to the sauna room, looked in and saw it was empty. I went inside and sat, slowly stroking my shaft in the hot little room, hiding my prick with my towel. But no one else came in, so I was able to enjoy myself totally. After a while in there, I left and walked over to the whirlpool. I dropped my towel, with my hard-on bouncing left and right as I stepped in. I leaned back on the edge, fully submerged at this point, and stroked my cock under the bubbling water.
Still no sign of anyone, so I stroked myself almost to the edge, then backed off. I did this a few more times, and finally decided to relieve the pressure. The only place I knew I would have privacy was in the shower stalls. I stood up, grabbed the towel, let it hang in front of me with my ass bare as I walked over to the stalls. There were 6, and all but 1 were empty. I stepped into the one across from the other guy, hoping to see a little cock before blowing my load. Just as I turned on the water and was closing my curtain, he turned off his water and pulled back the curtain. It was that young blond guy swimmer I had seen earlier. The water on his body just enhanced his cut physique, and as he stepped out to get his towel, I took it all in and started stroking my cock behing my curtain. I couldn't wait anymore, and as I pulled my curtain shut, I beat my meat harder and faster, holding my cock tight in my hand and smearing the precum all over the head and down the shaft. I stroked harder and harder till I finally let myself go over the edge, and I pumped my cock as I shot my load all over the shower stall. I felt wave after wave of pleasure as the cum shot out of my prick. I had to choke back a moan or two, but enjoyed it none the less. I kept shooting, till my dick stopped spasming, and I drained the last drop of cum from my dickhole. Man, was that great!
I showered, dressed and got my butt out of there, but what a great time I had in that lockerroom.
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