A gay adult story: Gym Showers by Boobrat ,
Hi there, my name’s Jon. A certain something happened to me once that I’ll never forget. This is my story.
It all started when I was eighteen years old…
It was summer time, and school had finished for the week. I had been home, done my homework, and had dinner; in fact, it had been a pretty regular day in my life. Being a Friday, I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that no social events were on tonight, so I thought I’d hit the gym instead.So there I was, a skinny 5’9″ guy in my black shorts, white t-shirt, and tennis shoes. Towel in bag, bag on back, feeling pretty fly. I probably wasn’t as muscular as my reflection liked to tell me, but I wasn’t in bad shape either. I was yet to fill out, but you couldn’t deny I had some definition.
I walked up the stairs of the gym and signed in. Being quite late on a Friday night, the gym was almost deserted. There was an old guy doing some rowing in the corner, some guy with headphones doing leg press, and then there were two big muscly guys standing by one of the machines just talking. The closest guy had a shaven head, dark eyebrows, and a tight black shirt that showed his ripped muscles very clearly. The other guy was in a green tank top, equally as large, but had short blond hair that was spiked enough to tell me that he was somewhat of a jock. They both looked about mid 20s, and looked over at me as I entered the room. I quickly looked away and went to put my bag on a bench before heading over to a machine.
I was listening to my iPod for the whole session, working hard and pushing myself to the limit. Every so often I couldn’t help but look over at the muscly guys. I didn’t like guys or anything, but something about a muscly body is hard not to look at. I figured since they weren’t working out, they must work here. Eventually the younger guy doing leg press got up and headed for the door, acknowledging the two big guys as he left. The conversation saying something about seeing him on Monday confirmed that the two did in fact work here. I turned back to my weights.
Eventually I had got to the point where I couldn’t go any further – my arms were heavy, my legs were wobbly, and I had sweat dripping from my nose. The old guy in the corner was finishing up with some stretches, and the two muscly guys had started doing some light weight training. I walked loosely over to my bag and sniffed myself. Hmmm, I could probably use a shower I thought to myself. I grabbed my towel and started making my way to the showers, not stopping myself from checking out the ripped arms on the shaved headed guy. His head glanced up and I caught his eye again. I quickly diverted my eyes and headed into the showers as the old man was on his way out.
Inside the showers I found four shower heads, all in a row with no cubicles. I thought it was a bit more public than I was comfortable with, but it wasn’t likely that I’d be disturbed, so I decided to turn on one of the middle showers to warm the water while I got undressed. I took off my shoes and socks first, liberating my hot feet with the coolness of the shower floor. Then I took off my shirt; sticky with sweat, but again feeling rather free. Then came the shorts; whipped off quickly, standing there in nothing but skin and underpants. Then I hesitated. To go nude in public? I wasn’t sure, but then again, it was a shower. I decided why not, so I slid my little red underpants down my legs, onto my feet, then pulled them swiftly off and threw them onto the pile of clothes on the shower bench.
The room had gotten steamy now, and the hot shower water looked extremely inviting. I stepped into it, slowly so my skin could adjust without burning myself; man it felt nice. I let the water wash over my chest, down my stomach, right down my legs, covering me in a satisfying warmth that I could stay in forever.
Just as I had gotten comfortable, the heart stopping sound of the shower door opened; my hands instinctively shielding my little serpent from any wandering eyes. I stood there, ironically frozen in the hot water; my head turned just enough to see the two muscle heads from before entering the showers. They were saying something about protein as they walked behind me. I tried my best to continue with my shower as the two proceeded to talk somewhere in my blind spot. I hadn’t actually washed anything yet, so it’d be pointless if I got out now, but at the same time I didn’t want to do anything to make this awkward situation any worse; so I started to rub the sweat off my arms as calmly as I could.
Within half a minute, the blond guy appeared next to me and turned one of the showers on, followed by the shaved guy turning on the far tap. I should have chosen the shower farthest from the door I scolded myself, once again kicking myself for having 20/20 hindsight. I knew it’d be an overly obvious move to cover my genitals with my hands again, so I rotated the front of my body a little to the right, shielding any potential view with my bottom. It’s alright if they see my bum I thought, there’s no big deal about a bum.
After another awkward minute of slow sweat rubbing, the two protein conversers appeared beside me in their respective showers; both also completely naked! I swallowed hard, hoping they wouldn’t hear it; praying they would ignore me. I guess if there’s a God up there, he was busy at the time, because the blond guy did not ignore me; in fact he turned to me to speak.
“Hey, I haven’t seen you here before. You new?”
“Uh, sorta?” I managed to reply, leading to a further few seconds of awkwardness before I managed to continue. “I normally come after school.” I said coolly, forcing a smile over my left shoulder, trying not to make direct eye contact.
“You don’t have to be worried, you know – we’re all guys here.” I guess he could sense my nervousness about the situation. I made brief eye contact with him, quickly interrupted by the shaved guy doing an inappropriately funny helicopter motion with his junk. We all laughed with him, actually easing some of my tension. I decided they seemed cool enough, so I turned to face the water, my arms loosening up a little as the nervousness began to fade.
“I’m Ted” Said the blond guy, holding out his hand. I thought it was a little weird, but I shook his hand nevertheless.
“Mike” the shaved guy waved from the other side of Ted.
“My name’s Jon” I said, still gripping Ted’s wet hand, looking him in the eye. I couldn’t help but smile at him, meeting in such an unusual place – he smiled back. The handshake lingered a bit longer than anticipated, striking up a little of the nervousness I had temporarily lost; but then disconnected, my eyes catching a glimpse of his thickly strung dong between his large legs.
They continued to tell me about how they worked at the gym, and also did some work as personal trainers. We showered in silence for a little bit, and I noticed Mike and Ted share a look out of the corner of my eye.
“Do you need soap?” Mike piped up.
“Huh?” I smoothly responded.
“Soap.” He repeated, leaving the water to grab something from the bench; and just as I had suspected, he returned with what looked like a little bottle of liquid soap. But he didn’t return to his shower, he came up between me and Ted, making a little 3 person nudity triangle. He then proceeded to squirt some soap into his hand and then rubbed some down my back. I tensed right back up at the shock of this naked stranger’s inappropriate boldness, yet I didn’t tell him to stop. He positioned himself behind me and started to… wash my back?