Dave groaned as he finished the last of his repetitions. Grabbing his towel, he wiped the sweat from his forehead before it dripped into his eyes. Glancing in the mirror next to him, he saw that he was the last one left.
A quick glance at the clock confirmed his suspicion. He was the last one there, save for the receptionist, who would be making his rounds in about twenty minutes. The last thirty minutes before the gym closed were always slow. On Saturday nights, it was dead except for him, which he liked.
Heading to the shower, he paused outside the door as sounds echoing off the tiled walls greeted. Opening the door, he confirmed his suspicion that he was wrong; he wasn’t the last one left. Michael stood under the shower, his hands caressing the hardened muscles of a man dedicated to his body. Though not bulging, his body showed more than a light tone.
Dave was ready to turn and leave when Michael glanced in his direction. Groaning to himself, Dave stripped off his clothes and stepped into the nearest shower stall. He couldn’t leave now that he had been seen. Hurriedly he soaped up, wanting to get out of the shower room before Michael saw the effect he was having on him.
In his haste he dropped his soap and this time he groaned aloud. Leaning against the shower wall, he debated turning and picking it up, which would display his slightly hardened cock to Michael, or just ending his shower and finishing it at home.
“You drop something?” Startled, he turned and faced the object of his desire. Michael stood in all his naked glory, holding the dropped bar of soap.
“I, um, yeah, thanks,” Dave muttered as he felt his cock stirring to life. Michael glanced down, then focused his brown eyes on Dave’s slightly reddened face.
“It’s ok, man. It happens.” Michael reached out and grasped Dave’s hand, sliding the soap into his palm. In reflex, Dave clenched his hand and the soap shot out of his hand, hit Michael in the chest, and dropped to the shower floor. Dave’s blush deepened at Michael’s grin. “Let me get that for you.”
As Michael leaned down, his wavy black hair brushed against Dave’s cock, bringing him to full hardness. Dave closed his eyes and prayed for the floor to open up and swallow him. Already he had to change gyms, and he had been coming here for more than three years.
Lost in embarrassment, at first he didn't register the light touch on his cock. As a wet heat surrounded his hardness, his eyes flickered open to see Michael kneeling before him, his lips wrapped around his cock.
Michael’s brown eyes locked on Dave’s blue ones, unasked questions swimming in their depths. His worry and fear shone through, but still he kept sucking Dave’s length into his mouth. Closing his eyes, Dave leaned back against the shower wall, answering everything without saying a word.
Just knowing it was Michael’s lips wrapped around his cock was almost enough to send Dave over the edge. So many times in the last few weeks he had stroked himself to orgasm with this image in his head, and now it was happening.
Dave fought the urge to rock his hips against Michael’s face, wanting to just enjoy his lover’s touch, but finally the urge to orgasm grew too strong. Rocking his hips, he thrust lightly into Michael’s mouth, feeling the black haired man’s tongue swirling over his cockhead.
Dave felt the beginnings of his orgasm by the tightening in his balls.
“Oh god, I’m ready, I’m going to come.” With a groan, Dave pulled back, then felt Michael’s arms wrap around his hips holding him still. The wet vacuum of Michael’s mouth pulled him in deeper as his come spurted down his lover’s throat.
After draining the come from Dave’s softening cock, Michael pulled back and licked his lips, then stood.
Holding out his hand, he grinned at the oddness of the situation. “I’m Michael. I was wondering if you’d like to get a bite to eat or maybe a drink.”
Dave grinned and pulled himself away from the wall, the lethargic afterglow of orgasm threading through his body. Grasping Michael’s hand, he introduced himself. “I’m Dave, and yes, I’d like that.
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A tap on his shoulder pulled Dave from his daydream. Turning, he encountered the smiling eyes of the object of his desire. In his hand he held the bar of soap. “You drop something?”
