At night, guys will swim in their underwear. The wet fabric folds into their butt crack like a g-string. Their cock and balls are hung in a sack below them like a rudder on a boat.
Eventually the guys leave and I have a lane to myself without having to avoid other swimmers. The lane cleared and I began the butterfly. I did a few reps and started my cool-down.
In the evening the gym has mostly body builders with huge biceps. They pick up heavy weights and drop them on the padded floor with a grunt. The air has a heady smell of testosterone and sweat. When I work out with them I often leave feeling like I want to get into a fight. Tonight I stayed in the pool and followed the small woman with the tiny bikini. I was getting increasingly horny, my dick began to harden. When I left the pool I wanted to do one thing and that was to fuck.
I went into the locker room to shower. A slim guy walked in. His dark board shorts contrasted to his lightly tanned skin. His abs lines pointed into his narrow waist. He had a short beard, like a guy who shaves only every other day and today was his day off. Maybe he sat on the bar stools along the beach, holding a vodka martini and watched the surfers or the girls lying on the sand. Maybe when he worked he sat in an office looking into a computer screen. At his apartment he sat on a couch with his roommates watching sports. Tonight he was bored and came here for something different. He brought a basketball ready to play pick-up at a moments notice. Although he wasn't tall like the other guys in the court, he often out-maneuvered them and raced to the hoop alone with enough time to make his shot.
He slipped off his tee-shirt in front of the noisy fan in the locker room to cool off. His sweat made lines that ran through the furrows between his muscles. He retrieved a towel and wiped off.
|He turned to me, our eyes met|
The watery air blurred the vague forms of the other guys in the room. The blasting rush of steam softened their grunts and moans, the lips slurping of cock. We preferred girls but we wanted relief now. He wanted me to take the lead and get his dick hard. We kissed. I pinched his nipples. I pushed him down on his knees. I fed him my cock. He was reluctant at first. I pulled his head toward me. He relaxed and began lapping on the tip and took in more. I jerked a little and lost my load. I pulled him up by his hair and we kissed again and exchanged the sticky cum between our mouths. I took him full length. We kissed and shared our cum.
I felt relieved of the tension that peaked during my workout. He seemed more relaxed. There was a smell of sweat and testosterone throughout the room. My pulse was rushing to cool my body off from the heat. I needed air and a cool shower.
I walked toward the steamy glass door. "What was your name?" he called out to me.
"I'm Dave", I said as I glanced toward his shimmering image, "what's yours?"
"I'm Kal," he said.
"See you, Kal", I opened the door as two men entered.
"Yeah," he said through the roar of the steam, "see you."