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A second set of much thinner legs stood before Dave’s, and his free hand was slipped beneath the man's legs with two of Dave’s fat fingers buried between toned arse cheeks. I shouldn’t have looked this private moment wasn’t mine to see and yet I couldn’t bring myself to look away.ĭave sat on the small wooden bench that ran across the back of the cubicle with his thick legs spread wide and huge balls hanging low, bouncing as his huge hand slowly worked on his equally huge dick. My heart stopped for a second as the scene just the other side of the paper thin partition unfolded before me. I dropped to my knees and cautiously peered beneath the cubicle, holding my breath as I leaned in, desperate just to catch and glimpse of Dave’s cock or balls. My fist wrapped around the shaft and gently tugged backwards as my heart hammered in uncontrollable, desperate, anticipation I could wank, practically in Dave’s company and he would never know. I dropped my shorts to the ground and my cock sprang free, precum already oozing from beneath my foreskin. What was wrong with me? Why did I crave Dave so badly? Surely what I was doing and how I felt at this moment wasn’t right?! This couldn’t be normal behaviour.
Quietly I moved closer and slid into the cubicle to the closed doors rightside, cautiously pushing the door closed and sliding the lock into place. I could see a shadow moving on the floor and hear the noise of movement from inside. I swallowed hard as I emerged back into the gym and turned to face the cubicles to be rewarded with the sight of a single closed door the middle of of the three. All that I wanted, needed, was another quick glimpse of his body.Īt this moment I remembered the small row of private cubicles just outside and began moving back towards the gym area. Just seconds ago I’d been so sure that I would catch Dave dropping his shorts at the central bench or soaping up in the showers. The room was empty and I felt sick with disappointment, running a hand through my damp hair as I turned on the spot to face back towards the gym.
The room was ‘T’ shaped with the lockers running around the length and the showers in a section to my left with benches running down the centre. My heart dropped as I stepped into the changing rooms and could tell immediately that they were deserted. I felt fresh sweat dripping down my back in anticipation and I knew my own dick was beginning to swell as it swung freely in my loose shorts I’d spent most of the summer commando and fallen in love with the freedom and feeling of my cock and balls hanging free and the idea that someone, anyone, passing by may notice. This was my chance to see Dave’s cock again if nothing else. It was sweltering inside the gym and it was almost, if not totally, deserted. Anyway, something took control of me and I remember raising to my feet, dripping in sweat and striding purposefully towards the changing rooms. I can’t remember exactly what I’d been doing at the time, but if it matters for the story my memory of the gym layout would have put me on the rowing machine. My heart jumped slightly and I felt a stirring in my groin. I don’t know how, but I just knew it was him. I’d been at the gym and working harder than usual when I noticed a familiar shape disappearing into the changing rooms Dave. It was on an exceptionally hot day towards the end of August that Dave and I had our next encounter. I felt happy with my body and the way that I looked for the first time in years. I’m five foot nine, blonde hair blue eyes and at this point in time had a pretty good summer tan and in decent shape, visiting the gym a couple of days a week and jogging off my hangovers. I guess now would be a good time to tell you a little more about myself. Maybe he’d just been so desperate in that moment for any form of release that I’d become a momentarily viable option. I craved him, spent every second at my friend's house imagining the body beneath his work clothes and trying to make eye contact, somehow trying to communicate via invisible smoke signals how I felt.ĭave was his normal self though, and I truly started to believe that the experience we had had meant nothing to him, I’d simply scratched an itch, much like the woman he’d told me that he would occasionally treat to a night in the back of his van after a drunken evening at the pub with the lads. I couldn’t stop replaying what happened over and over again in my head, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Dave and his thick cock, the way his hands felt exploring my body and the smell of sweat and sex. For weeks after my first sexual encounter with Dave, my best friend's Dad, nothing else happened not that I actually expected a repeat of events.