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… I go to where my locker is and, whilst standing before it (music has been switched off, therefore I can hear him doing things), I start to ponder whether I am going to finally do something or not about that guy’s cock. I take my stuff out and decide that to say something too straightforward is too much of a risk, so I decide to go to where the dryers are, which stand to his right (I consequently am a mere 2 mt away from him).
Now, as I am walking to said area, I stare at his cock – he’s rubbing it, extending it, giving it small pats, using his thumb to squeeze the head, and the cock is growing - for more than a second, lick my lips and mumble “nice”. He heard it! I knew he would! Balls on your side of the field now, pal.
And he did not disappoint. He said: you like it?
I nod affirmatively and say yes. I’m not for being shy, so I ask “may I”, with my arm stretched towards it. He looks around and gives one step forward. I do the same.
I touch it!!!
I can feel that thing which I was so curious about!
I am stroking it, doing to him what he was doing to himself. I’m nervous, I really am, but he seems delighted.
I gootta shower, I said. Come with me.
He says yes and does so. I go get my towel, undress, and he’s just wanking as I am undressing. You have a great body, he says. I kid you not: my actual retort was “I know”. He didn’t say nothing. His cock is now hard as a rock. You could hang a towel on it. I’m naked, sweaty, my cock is semi-erect (16 cm) and give it a nice stretch as I’m approaching him, and he smiles. We both, without saying a word, move towards the end of the dressing room (it’s in a L shape, so the showers at the end are in sort of secluded).
As we near the furthest one, he says “this one”. He opens the door, goes in, I go in, I’m behind him and I move towards the wall where the shower is.
He closes the door and drops his huge towel between ...
