On my drive to work I was perplexed, was that smile for me? Did he like what he saw? Or did he just find it amusing? Surely if you spend enough time in gym showers you were going to see some erect penises, I guy in his physical condition I’m sure had seen quite a few.
I put it out of my head and got through my workday, occupying my mind with the upcoming date with Tawny and the evening we were going to share.
I got through my work and left a little early to get another quick shower in. Before my shower I trim my beard cleaning up the lines around my neck and as I’m about to turn off my trimmer I look down at my pubic hair. I stand there with the trimmer in hand contemplating for a moment before going for it.
Strangely the act of sheering the hair from around my member turns me on, I get my the hair cleared from around my penis, holding it firmly as I moved it from side to side getting every angle, don’t forget the balls. Then I pull a razer from a drawer, lather up and carefully shave down to bare skin, smooth.
“Damn.” I say as I step back, admiring my throbbing erection on the bathroom mirror. “It does look bigger.”
I shower and dress, my favorite jeans and a Henley with the sleeves slid a quarter of the way up. I head out to pick up Tawny.
The evening goes beautifully, she’s a gorgeous woman. Tanned with a fit body, perfect c-cups and a nice round ass. She wears a slinky black dress. We flirt and chat over dinner, finishing off with cocktails and a trip back to my place.
We have a few more drinks on my couch, making out and playing with each others bodies before finally moving to the bedroom. I slide the dress down her body, no bra, her perky breasts and hard dark nipples are immediately visible, she wears a vibrant blue thong that stands out strikingly against her tanned skin. Perfect tan lines accentuating all my favorite parts of her anatomy.
Without prompting she lifts my shirt up over my head and drops it on the floor, unbuckling my belt and undoing my jeans she drops those to the floor as well. I step out of them as she sinks to her knees, pulling my briefs down to free my already pulsing member.
“Oooh.” She bursts as she runs her fingers over my smooth public skin, my body shudders.
I sigh softly “Yeah, I’m trying something new.”
“I approved.” She wraps her fingers around my cock and sinks her mouth down over my head.
When I say she is a world class cocksucker, I mean WORLD FUCKING CLASS. I’ve never felt anything like it, she swallows it all the way down, paying attention to my balls and even tickling my taint a little bit. And those little gagging noises? God damn!
She gets me properly worked up before removing me from her mouth. She makes a show of sliding off her thong and saunters to the bed, lying down on her back.
When we fuck, we fuck for hours, all different positions, filthy talk, our sex is pure electric passion.
And it carries on the same this evening, we’re sweating we writhing, we’re enjoying each other’s bodies. I finally have her on her knees on the floor, watching her perfect ass bounce with my every thrust. Ecstasy.
I throw my head back and close my eyes and my mind materializes a picture, that monster from the gym.
What?
I try to shake it and look back down at this perfect body, she moans and she pushes back on me with passion, grunting with every thrust. My eyes close again and it’s back, hanging down between those muscular thighs, in my minds eye it comes alive, rising to full attention, it won’t go away, it stands full and proud. I keep thrusting the pleasure undeniable even through this confusing distraction.
And I cum.
I cum hard! And I cum a lot. My moans are animal, guttural as my body shakes and I unload into this beautiful creature below me, she screams an orgasm and we both finally collapse on the floor in a heap. Heaving, breathless, sweaty bodies in a pile on the hardwood.
What the fuck was that about?
We finally remove our bodies from one another and bring ourselves to lay on the bed. Her ear presses against my chest as she listens to my still pounding heart. “That was really something, big guy.” She playfully caresses the soft sensitive skin where my pubic hair used to be. “Don’t get me wrong, we always have fun, but that was…” she trails off searching for the words. “It’s like the devil got into you.”
I moan from deep in my chest. “I really needed that.”
She chuckles and we lay in silent bliss as she drifts off to sleep. I lay awake unpacking the image that invaded my thoughts. What does it mean?
I finally fall asleep and in my dreams I stand in the shower under the running water, his raging manhood pointing toward me as I reach out my hand to take it. It’s vivid, almost feels real.
I can’t remember the rest of the dream, but when I wake up Tawny has my entire cock buried in her throat, her hand juggling my balls as she effortlessly slides up and down. She carries on wordlessly and I don’t dare interrupt until I feel myself building to climax. I let out a moan and take her hair in my fist as I gently hump her face and finally release what feels like a gallon of semen down her waiting throat.
She swallows everything, not a drop wasted, world class.
She pulls away with a gasp and a smile. “Mmm, good morning.” Finally she hops off the bed, pulling on her thong and dress. “I have brunch plans with my sisters. I gotta run home and shower and change.” She kisses me passionately and I taste myself on her lips. “Thanks for last night, I’ll call you soon.”
And she’s out the door.
I have a lazy weekend, tv, video games, weed. I try not to let my mind wander to the man at the gym but I just can’t get that cock out of my head, it’s really burrowed in and I’m having trouble containing myself, I masturbate three times on Saturday and another four on Sunday, but my libido won’t quit.
Monday is back to normal, back to she gym. I feel a nervous excitement as I enter. We go about our solo routines and find ourselves back in the showers again, my erection is raging as I walk with my towel, I hesitate before stepping corner and finally just step in, nothing I can do about it. Me and my boner take our place at our shower head and wash up, out of the corner of my eye I see that he has turned toward me. Is this intentional? Is he putting on a show. His gorgeous member wobbles around as he washes up and I can’t help being distracted from time to time, hoping he doesn’t notice my wandering eyes. He hardly ever turns away from me but he also doesn’t make any sign that he’s aware of my presence. I swallow silently and turn toward him as I lather my hair, my erect cock pointing directly at him.
Is that the faint smile again or am I imagining it?
I finish cleaning my body and make my way back to my locker. Watching my hard on sway back and forth with every step as I go. Off to work.
Tuesday is the same again, but this time as I approach the showers my brain makes a decision without my involvement and I step to a different shower head, there is only one shower head now separating our naked bodies. We both fully wash facing each other.