Hot Cocktale: In the Locker Room

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by: deznguy – check him out on Squirt.org!

I like hitting the gym after the rush. On some weeknights, it’s almost empty when I get there, and definitely pretty desolate when I’m wrapping up.

It’s nice to have the place to myself.

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Last Tuesday was one of those days. I stay pretty motivated when I have the place all to myself, so I was pretty done when I finally decided to call it a night, my body totally awake but also exhausted. I had a good pump, and my t-shirt was soaking wet as I left the cardio area and headed back to the locker room.

I go to this gym when I want to run on the treadmill, but it has a really odd configuration to the locker rooms. There’s a door, a short hall, a bank of mirrors on both sides of the hallway, then the locker room, and at the far side, past a bank of lockers, the showers, toilets, and sauna and steam.

I was still wiping the sweat down, and the colder air of the back of the gym had my nipples poking up from my wet shirt. The movement of the shirt across my nipples also woke me up from my post-run daze.

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Just before I made it past the bank of mirrors, I caught a glance of a guy in the locker room. The way the mirrors were positioned, you could see into the locker room before you got there, and even if someone saw you watching, the double mirrors made it really hard for anyone to know what you were really looking at.

In the locker room was this guy I had seen a few times, but always on his way out by the time I got there. Younger than me, probably straight, hot solid build. That kind of cute but idealized “normal guy” that always got my heart racing. Tonight, he seemed to be alone in the locker room. I stopped back by the mirrors so I could watch him from the short hallway. Being a voyeur gives me a big kick, and I already felt the stirring as I started to watch him.

He had his phone in hand, and he was checking himself out, starting to take some selfies, sort of in a self-conscious way. I stood and watched, my dick already starting to stir. I readjusted before I got too hard so that if he saw me, the bulge wouldn’t be too obvious, which also meant my dick head would be pointed down my leg, outside the liner of my shorts.

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I always liked this guy when I saw him. Great thighs, meaty butt, thick in all the right places that I could see. I seriously doubted he was interested in other guys, which made watching him even more of a thrill.

He was at another mirror with his phone, doing the standard gym selfie thing, but still wearing his t-shirt. I was watching him flex and pose before I realized: holy shit, this kid is bare-assed. His t-shirt was long enough to cover most of his ass, but I was immediately mesmerized by the bottom curve of his beefy cheeks, and the way they slid up and down as he shifted his weight and took more pictures. Even hotter, he still had his gym socks and shoes on, which only made his legs look more like the tree-trunks I had always imagined (whenever I saw him, he wore loose sweats or basketball shorts, so I always wondered, but seeing him there now, there wasn’t any doubt).

I kept waiting for him to turn, to see if I could see his cock, either in the mirror, or bobbing below his t-shirt.

My own cock was definitely hard now, constrained in the liner of my shorts, but my swollen head pushed passed the restriction, tenting the side of my running shorts, still wet with sweat. A warm bead of precum slid down my leg, causing me to shiver at the sensation. I slipped a finger up the leg of my shorts to the wet head, felt the warm salty syrup, and brought my coated finger to my lips. I was so turned on, touching myself, watching this guy, finally getting to see him out of some of his clothes.

From my angle, I was definitely hidden, and I would have plenty of notice if anyone else came in. So I raised the leg of my shorts so I could keep spreading my flowing precum over my big swollen head.

I inched into the room a bit more, watching this guy in a show he didn’t know he was giving. He was reviewing the shots on his phone, and raised one leg onto the bench as he did. That gave me an even better view, as his t-shirt rode up, giving me a clearer shot of his ass, and the fuzz in his crack. I could also see the curve of his balls, swinging a bit as he shifted.

Another warm stream of precum dripped down the hair of my leg from my captive, growing cock.

He put his leg down, then turned away from the mirror. Damn, I thought, he’s done. But no. He started doing the “over the shoulder mirror selfie.”

As he raised his thick arms, the t-shirt rode up, and there was his cock: a thick cylinder of beef, not hard, but definitely not soft. At just the sight of it, my mouth watered, and my cock strained even more against my shorts, still wet and clinging to the growing swollen head.

I was so turned on by the secret show, my nipples hard and my dick rigid and dripping. But I thought, shit, I want to get closer. But I figured if I just came in, he’d spook, so I made a little noise first from my slightly hidden spot. He reacted a bit, but didn’t pack up, so I took the opportunity to walk into the otherwise empty locker room.

He saw me first in the mirror, and I could tell I surprised him. He also seemed like he was a little embarrassed, caught taking selfies. He maybe even blushed. He stopped shooting, turned back toward the mirror, and just started checking the pics in his phone.

Luckily, he was also standing by a stack of towels, giving me an excuse to get closer in this big empty room.

The towels were in an area next to him, but still behind him, although my motions would be very visible in the mirror. My heart was pounding and my dick was throbbing, but he seemed to be caught up in his own stuff, barely acknowledging me.

As he faced the mirror, I could see he was wearing a picture of a donkey, with the caption “Ass Man” on it. I let out a chuckle, which got his attention.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” I replied. “Love the shirt.”

“Thanks,” he said, giving me a goofy half grin, then went back to his phone.

I tried not to stare at his bare, beefy cheeks, so full and firm and fuzzy, showing just a little bit of his crack fuzz.

I stood a little behind him pretending to be drying off my face and beard and neck.

He pressed forward into the shelf in front of the mirror, either not minding that he was bare-assed in my presence, or forgetting he was.

In his oblivion, he shifted his weight again, the cheeks riding up and down along his crack. I was close enough to smell him, soap from the shower, clean t-shirt.

I got a little braver, since he was showing no interest, and shifted closer, directly behind him. I took a step closer. He glanced up in the mirror, then set down his phone on the ledge. Without breaking his eye contact, he moved his hands in front of him, and to my amazement, he laid his piece of meat on the ledge. He pushed forward, as his cock slid around the ledge, his big thighs tensing and his t-shirt riding up fully, hat ass fully exposed.

I took a step toward him. As I did, I watched in the mirror as his dick started to fill out, coming to life with his own heartbeats, bouncing on the ledge and then onto the mirror.

I stepped forward and pressed my body up against him, crotch into him. He let out a slight moan. My dick was still captured and pointing down, and this time, my juices slid down his big thigh. He shivered as it did.

I reached down with my hand and covered the tips of my middle finger with my precum.

I took my wet finger and traced the line of his crack. His cock jumped up, full mast but heavy, and he left a trail of steam from his heat and his own precum on the mirror.

He pressed back into me, and I raised his t-shirt off the full curve of his rugby-esque ass. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I reached down and pulled down my wet shorts, and my cock, finally freed, jumped out and slapped his ass, flinging more juice across his fuzz. I crouched down, licked it off, and pushed my face into his ass, take a deep breath and forcing my tongue in as far as I could reach.

At that point, over the loudspeaker, they announced the gym was closing in ten minutes. It woke me out of my ass-driven stupor, realizing where we were and what we were doing. I decided to make the most of the time.

I stood back up, and pressed my dick upright along his warm crack. I reached around and grabbed his thick hard shaft, slapping it on the ledge then into my other hand. I raised and lowered my hips, grinding up the crack. His ass was so beefy my cock was tight between his cheeks even without being inside him, the crack getting wetter by the minute with my endless flow of precum. I bent my knees as he did, and in perfect rhythm, my wet head found his waiting hole. With a hard wet pop I was inside him, and we both gasped at the sensation.

It only took a few strokes inside him, and my balls tightened. I whispered in his ear, “Can I stay inside?’ and he groan-nodded, “Yes sir.” I was once again mesmerized by the sight of this guy in the mirror, his fat dick almost parallel to his body. I reached around, took it in my hand, and stroked him in time with my thrusts.

A few more strokes is all it took, and we both released our milky ribbons, me up inside his tight, tight hole, his cheeks clenching my entire shaft, and him, stream after stream across the mirror, almost to his eye level.

“Five minutes to closing” over the loudspeaker. I could also hear the attendant emptying the garbage at the entrance of the locker room even as I was still inside this hot young stranger.

I pulled out, still hard and throbbing, and with another shudder, sent another stream across his perfect ass. I bent down and licked it off, then gave him a hard smack on the ass, and watched it quake.

He grabbed a towel and quickly cleaned his hot jizz off the mirror.

I watched as a bit of my own juice leaked from his ass, down his leg. I took my finger and caught some of it. He turned back toward me, and his glistening hard dick rubbed against mine. He took my hand, raised it to his mouth while staring right into my eyes, and licked my cum from his ass off my fingers, down to the knuckle.

I could hear the attendant entering the far end of the room, so I stuffed my dick back in my shorts the best I could, and moved to my locker. He grabbed his shorts from the bench and pulled them up over his ass and still swollen meat, just as the attendant came in.

My new friend grabbed his bag and started to head out. I realized I wouldn’t have time for a shower, but I was happy not to rinse off the smell of my sweat, his ass, our juices, and the faint smell of gym soap.

I watched him leave down the hall, out of sight of the attendant. Just before he got to the exit, he yanked down the back of his shorts, baring that gorgeous ass again, and shoved a meaty finger inside his own hole. He turned around, locked eyes, and licked his finger again. Then with his newly-cleaned finger, he pointed to his t-shirt, and the print on the front that said “Ass man.” He flashed a giant grin, flashed me his still stiff cock one more time, pulled his shorts back up, and disappeared.

I hoped the attendant didn’t hear me moan, or notice the final white rope of cum forced out of my cock onto the floor.

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