rbone04
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Have you ever been in a situation where you might have been able to fulfill a fantasy; but just couldn't bring yourself to pursue it, and the opportunity passed? Lets compare stories, shall we? I'll start...
I was in the gym a few months back and I was showering up after a hard workout. Now all the stalls have curtains that have a clear top part where you can see out at everything going on in the locker room, but you can only see the person's head inside the shower. I was soaping up and happened to catch a glimpse of the guy directly across from me drying himself off. He was a darker skinned, eastern European-looking man with a nice physique and not a hair on his body. I quickly looked away after making brief eye contact and continued going about my business.
After what should have been plenty of time for him to finish what he was doing, I noticed him out of my periphery and had the strange sense he was still staring at me. I couldn't help but look again. I was right. We locked eyes and I froze. Not only was he staring at me, but he was spending an unnecessary amount of time drying off his cock. Of course I couldn't help but look down. I knew this was what he wanted, and boy was it a beautiful site! He was extremely well-hung and most definitely semi-erect. I had to force myself to look away because the locker room was completely full. Problem was, now I had a RAGING hard-on!
I kept showering, forcing myself not to look anymore until he finally went away. As the traffic died down, I realized now was my opportunity to "take care of myself" so I didn't walk out into the dressing area wielding a massive erection. I closed my eyes and imagined having hot shower sex with the guy who was just eye-fucking me while he shamelessly fondled himself in a crowd. It took only about 5 pumps before I unloaded on the shower floor (don't worry fellas... I made sure it all went down the drain). I finished up and headed to my locker to change.
He was sitting on the bench directly across from me, and I did everything in my power not to make eye contact again. However, I did make sure to drop my towel and bend over to put on my boxers to give him an explicit view of my backside. He continued to stare, but I was late for work. I hurriedly dressed myself and bolted for the door without looking back at him.
I left there wishing so bad I had at the very least expressed interest and maybe got his number for a fun time later on. It was on my mind constantly. Though I tried to make it a point to go at the same time in hopes of catching him in the locker room again, it was weeks before I saw him again. When I did, I was in the pool swimming laps.
The pool is separated from the main weight room on one side and the parking lot on another by large walls of pane windows. I saw him get out of his car and walk in. I immediately began getting aroused. Without thinking twice, I quickly swam to the other end of the pool so I could catch him as he was walking through the weight room. I perfectly timed climbing out of the pool as he walked by and we immediately locked eyes. The thin trunks I was wearing were clinging desperately to my body, easily showing off the outline of my growing cock. He deliberately looked towards my crotch, held his gaze for what seemed like an eternity, and looked up at me and smiled. He walked past to begin his workout, and I finished my swim.
I swam an extra 30 minutes just so I could have a shot at catching him in the showers, but to no avail. He must have left after being there just a short period of time, because I waited and waited. I showered, dressed, and grabbed my belongings before heading out to the weight room en route to the exit. He was no where to be found.
As I said, this was a few months back. I haven't see this mysterious man since. I constantly have different fantasies about what could have happened had I not been so reluctant that first day. I've been kicking myself ever since.
I was in the gym a few months back and I was showering up after a hard workout. Now all the stalls have curtains that have a clear top part where you can see out at everything going on in the locker room, but you can only see the person's head inside the shower. I was soaping up and happened to catch a glimpse of the guy directly across from me drying himself off. He was a darker skinned, eastern European-looking man with a nice physique and not a hair on his body. I quickly looked away after making brief eye contact and continued going about my business.
After what should have been plenty of time for him to finish what he was doing, I noticed him out of my periphery and had the strange sense he was still staring at me. I couldn't help but look again. I was right. We locked eyes and I froze. Not only was he staring at me, but he was spending an unnecessary amount of time drying off his cock. Of course I couldn't help but look down. I knew this was what he wanted, and boy was it a beautiful site! He was extremely well-hung and most definitely semi-erect. I had to force myself to look away because the locker room was completely full. Problem was, now I had a RAGING hard-on!
I kept showering, forcing myself not to look anymore until he finally went away. As the traffic died down, I realized now was my opportunity to "take care of myself" so I didn't walk out into the dressing area wielding a massive erection. I closed my eyes and imagined having hot shower sex with the guy who was just eye-fucking me while he shamelessly fondled himself in a crowd. It took only about 5 pumps before I unloaded on the shower floor (don't worry fellas... I made sure it all went down the drain). I finished up and headed to my locker to change.
He was sitting on the bench directly across from me, and I did everything in my power not to make eye contact again. However, I did make sure to drop my towel and bend over to put on my boxers to give him an explicit view of my backside. He continued to stare, but I was late for work. I hurriedly dressed myself and bolted for the door without looking back at him.
I left there wishing so bad I had at the very least expressed interest and maybe got his number for a fun time later on. It was on my mind constantly. Though I tried to make it a point to go at the same time in hopes of catching him in the locker room again, it was weeks before I saw him again. When I did, I was in the pool swimming laps.
The pool is separated from the main weight room on one side and the parking lot on another by large walls of pane windows. I saw him get out of his car and walk in. I immediately began getting aroused. Without thinking twice, I quickly swam to the other end of the pool so I could catch him as he was walking through the weight room. I perfectly timed climbing out of the pool as he walked by and we immediately locked eyes. The thin trunks I was wearing were clinging desperately to my body, easily showing off the outline of my growing cock. He deliberately looked towards my crotch, held his gaze for what seemed like an eternity, and looked up at me and smiled. He walked past to begin his workout, and I finished my swim.
I swam an extra 30 minutes just so I could have a shot at catching him in the showers, but to no avail. He must have left after being there just a short period of time, because I waited and waited. I showered, dressed, and grabbed my belongings before heading out to the weight room en route to the exit. He was no where to be found.
As I said, this was a few months back. I haven't see this mysterious man since. I constantly have different fantasies about what could have happened had I not been so reluctant that first day. I've been kicking myself ever since.