Chapter One continued:
I slipped into one of the shower stalls, closed the door behind me, and started peeling off my shoes, socks, and finally my jock. My dick had been throbbing ever since the treadmill, and the second I took off that jock strap, it sprang to full attention. A thick string of precum stretched from my dick hole to the pouch of my jock as I peeled it away, sticky and glistening in the light. It was like my body had been holding back all morning, and now that I was alone, it couldn’t wait any longer.
I didn’t even bother waiting for the shower to warm up. I turned on the water, stepped under the spray, and immediately started stroking myself vigorously. Normally, I like to take my time, to enjoy the buildup, but today was different. Today, I was so fucking horny that I couldn’t wait another second. My dick was harder than it usually got, not just pointing straight out but angling up with a kind of urgent stiffness. There was no give to it, like one of those springy doorstops, every stroke making it bounce back into my hand, demanding more.
My left hand moved hard and fast up and down my shaft, rougher than I usually liked it, but that just made it feel even better. I was practically jerking myself off with this fevered intensity, every stroke sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. With my right hand, I reached down to grope and massage my balls, squeezing them just enough to add to the sensation. They were tight against my body, but I knew how to handle them to get the most out of this.
I pressed my fingers into my taint, right in that sweet spot between my balls and my hole, applying just enough pressure to make my whole body shudder. That combination—the stroking, the groping, the pressing—was like an electric circuit of pleasure running through my body. It was like I could feel the cum building up inside me, each stroke pulling it closer and closer to the edge.
The image of Blake running, his cock and balls bouncing in that soaked jock, flashed through my mind, and I could feel the urgency rising inside me, a pressure that needed to be released. And then, it hit me. My knees shook, and I had to lean my back against the shower wall to keep from collapsing as the first thick volley of cum shot out. It was like a dam breaking, the pressure exploding in wave after wave of hot, sticky release.
I grunted softly, biting my lip to keep from making too much noise as I watched rope after rope of cum splatter against the shower wall. There had to be four or five thick shots, each one leaving me breathless, my body shuddering with the force of it. My hand kept moving, milking out every last drop as I felt the final pulses of pleasure rock through me. It was rare that I ever came this quickly or this hard, especially at the gym. But today wasn’t just any day. Today, I had been living out one of my fantasies, and my body had reached its limit.
As I leaned against the shower wall, catching my breath, my legs still trembling slightly, I felt a mix of relief and satisfaction, my mind still buzzing with the memory of Blake and everything we’d just done. It wasn’t just about getting off; it was about everything that led up to it, every glance, every bounce, every bead of sweat that made it impossible to hold back any longer.
After that intense release, I felt the familiar wave of post-nut clarity wash over me, but this time, it was tinged with a hint of regret. My mind started spinning, going over every moment of our workout, wondering how Blake felt about the whole experience. I mean, he was the one who initiated it—he’d forgotten his shorts, didn’t want to go home or work out in jeans, and then he asked me to join him in working out in my jock. I was just trying to make him more comfortable, right?
But then, I started second-guessing myself. What if he noticed that my dick was half-chubbed most of the time? I did warn him I might get a boner, and I didn’t, not fully at least, just a quarter to half-chub at the most. Was that noticeable? Did it make things weird? I couldn’t help but replay every glance, every adjustment, wondering if he caught on to just how much this whole thing had turned me on.
It was at this point that I heard Blake enter the shower area and go into his own stall. I shook my head, trying to snap out of my thoughts. It is what it is, I told myself. I didn’t do anything wrong. We’d worked out like he suggested, and everything was fine. Maybe I was overthinking it.
As I rinsed off, Blake started chatting, his voice carrying over the sound of the running water. “So, got any plans for the weekend?” he asked casually, like we were just two guys showering off after a workout, nothing unusual at all.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “Yeah, my nephew’s sixth birthday on Saturday,” I replied. “And then just hanging out, watching football on Sunday.” I kept my tone light, trying not to let on that I’d been spiraling in my head just a minute ago.
“Your nephew’s the little guy who loves dinosaurs, right?” Blake asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Yeah, that’s him,” I said, grinning despite myself. “Kid’s got more dinosaur toys than an entire museum. I’m pretty sure he knows more about them than I ever will.”
Blake laughed. “Sounds like a good time. So, he getting a T-Rex cake or what?”
“You know it,” I replied. “My sister went all out. She even got a custom piñata that looks like a raptor.”
“Man, I miss those days,” Blake said, and for a second, there was a hint of nostalgia in his voice. “Just cake, candy, and running around like a maniac.”
“What about you?” I asked, genuinely curious. Blake always had something going on, and I wondered if he had a date lined up. He was pretty upfront about his love life, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to go out with new girls he met.
“Got a date with this new chick I met on Bumble,” he said, and I could hear the nonchalance in his voice. “Not sure how it’s gonna go, though. I don’t know how interested I really am.”
I chuckled at that. “You’re always hung up on the smallest things with girls,” I teased. “Like that one who used too much hand sanitizer?”
Blake snorted. “Hey, that was a legit thing. I swear she was bathing in it. It was like dating a walking hospital.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “You have the weirdest deal-breakers, man.”
“Yeah, well, we all got our quirks,” he said, and I could almost see him shrugging through the stall wall. “But I’m free on Sunday.”
I saw my opening and jumped at it. “Wanna join me for football? Thought about catching some games.” It was my way of feeling out how he felt about our workout. We often watched football or other sports together, whether it was at a bar with other friends or at someone’s house. If he was cool with this, then maybe everything was fine between us.
“Yeah, sounds good,” he said easily. “I’d love to join.”
“Great,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual even though relief was flooding through me. “Could be fun, maybe grab some beers, order some wings.”
“Hell yeah,” Blake replied. “You know I’m down for wings.”
“Cool,” I said, and just like that, we were back to normal, or at least as normal as things could be. We talked a bit more about the games, which teams we wanted to watch, the matchups that looked promising. It was like a silent confirmation that this morning’s workout hadn’t made things weird. He was still Blake, still my friend, and if anything, this seemed to bring us a little closer in a way I couldn’t quite put into words.
End Chapter One
