At 35 I hadn’t had a cigarette in over a year. While I no longer felt like I had run a 5K when I reached the top of a staircase I felt like I could definitely be in better shape. I had relied heavily on sweets as a coping mechanism and I had moved into a new role at work that was more sedentary than before, these factors combined were making me a bit soft in the middle.

In my 35th birthday I joined a small, local 24 hour gym. The appeal was that I had to pay my fees at the counter every month, so if I decided to abandon my fitness journey I didn’t have a monthly fee stacking up on my bank statement.

I would go to the gym in the wee hours of the morning before I headed to the office to start my day. Warm ups on the elliptical and then some small weights, stretch and shower and be off to work. On my first visit I found that there were no shower stalls, just one communal shower with 7 shower heads lined up. In my first few months I had never seen anybody else in the gym so I always had the locker room and shower to myself.

I took off the weight and gained muscle mass, not rippling but visible and defined, I was in the best shape I had been since I was 17. What was more is that I was enjoying this lifestyle, I would hit the gym five days a week, eventually graduating from dumbbells to bench press, nothing crazy, just toning my pecks and building my biceps. I felt good, and when I was out in the world I felt confident. I slowly replaced my wardrobe with better fitting clothing. I felt eyes on me in public and it felt great.

One early morning I came in, stowed my things in my locker and headed to the floor to find another man on my elliptical, the first other human being I had seen in the gym. It wasn’t my elliptical, I had no claim over it and there were five more, but it was the one I used every day so I felt the faintest disappointment at the minor interruption to my daily routine. We smiled and nodded as I passed by and climbed onto another machine a few spaces away from him.

He was older, salt and pepper hair with a well groomed beard, fit, his body actually seemed a lot like mine, maybe a bit more muscular. I began my workout, 5 miles on the elliptical and then off to the benches to find…

He was lifting on my bench, again no big deal, I didn’t own the thing, but it was my bench. Another smile, another nod. I fixed the weights on a different bench and got to work. When I was satisfied I wiped everything down and returned it to it proper location and headed for the locker room.

I undressed and grabbed my towel. As I strolled to the shower it dawned on me that for the first time since I had joined this gym I was not alone in it, I was naked, with another person about. I shook off the brief bashful feeling and continued my walk to the shower, we’re just some guys, nothing to get worked up about. I heard the water already running as I approached and anticipated that…

Yep, same shower head I always used. What the hell, bro? I hung my towel and went to the farthest shower head. Twisting the knob I had to fiddle with this one a bit to get the heat just right, as I did so I became aware of my flaccid penis wobbling around.

I’m a grower, so if I’m not in an excited state my penis is nothing to write home about. But when it’s in its full glory I’ve been told it’s a sight to behold.

I got the water close enough and began to wash up. Trying not to look over at the man under my shower head, but as I rotated and lathered and rinsed I couldn’t help but catch a glimpse. His back was sculpted, I wondered if mine looked like that, and his ass too, looked like it was carved from stone. I’m not gay, never had romantic, or sexual attractions toward another man, but I can recognize overt beauty, the kind of attractive features that can’t be argued or denied. This man had a beautiful body, this was a fact.

And then he turned around.

God damn! I turned quickly but casually to finish rinsing, but what I had seen was truly impressive. Again undeniable, factual. He hung flaccid halfway down his muscular thigh. Thick and smooth, in fact his whole body was smooth, I saw not one inch of hair apart from his head. I looked down at my own member as I finished washing up, bush sopping up the water from the shower making my flaccid manhood look even smaller. I’m not a hairy person really, I have hair on my body but not the thick carpets that some men have.

I shut off the water and toweled off. I got dressed and fixed my hair and headed out to the car. As I drove my mind wandered, the image of this man and his body seared into my brain. I found myself visualizing his cock.

That’s what it was, I have a penis, this guy has a cock. You don’t realize the difference until you see it in person.

I couldn’t believe this was where my mind was, I was studying in my head every inch I had seen, and it was quite a few inches. I wondered what it looked like when it was hard, does a cock like that get bigger or does it just stand up?

Purely scientific curiosity of course.

I put it out of my head as I walked into my office and logged in for the day.

From 9 to 5 I was antsy, couldn’t put my finger on why, but I was restless and maybe a little horny. I hadn’t had sex in a few weeks. I pulled out my phone and decided to text Tawny, a girl I had been seeing casually for the last three months, nothing serious, neither of us were looking for a commitment, but we enjoyed each others company and we were sexually very in sync.

“Got any big plans Friday night?” I asked before turning my attention back to the spreadsheet on my desktop.

About an hour later she responded. “Sounds like maybe I do now?”

“Dinner and drinks?” I shoot back “Pick you up around 7?”

“It’s a date.” She answered with a smiling emoji.

That was that, things were simple with Tawny, no strings. We would have a nice meal and a few drinks and head back to my place for some absolutely rocking sex.

The next two days were the same as ever, gym in the morning then off to work. It appeared that my new “gym buddy” had the same routine as me, he was now ever present and continually in my spot just a step ahead of me. In the showers I fought the urge to survey his sculpted body, but I caught glimpses. I wondered to myself what his sex life is like, how many women has he been with, how do they like that tool he’s packing?

On Friday morning as I rinsed the suds from my own package I felt a twitch as it began to come alive. Just sexual frustration, I told myself, we would handle this tonight. I was fully erect by the time a finished my shower and I turned quickly to grab my towel and get myself ready for the day. As I twisted the knob to shut off the water I caught the stranger stealing a glance, I swear I saw the faintest smile on his face as I turned to conceal my arousel, leaving the showers for my locker.

On my drive to work I was perplexed, was that smile for me? Did he like what he saw? Or did he just find it amusing? Surely if you spend enough time in gym showers you were going to see some erect penises, I guy in his physical condition I’m sure had seen quite a few.

I put it out of my head and got through my workday, occupying my mind with the upcoming date with Tawny and the evening we were going to share.

I got through my work and left a little early to get another quick shower in. Before my shower I trim my beard cleaning up the lines around my neck and as I’m about to turn off my trimmer I look down at my pubic hair. I stand there with the trimmer in hand contemplating for a moment before going for it.

Strangely the act of sheering the hair from around my member turns me on, I get my the hair cleared from around my penis, holding it firmly as I moved it from side to side getting every angle, don’t forget the balls. Then I pull a razer from a drawer, lather up and carefully shave down to bare skin, smooth.

“Damn.” I say as I step back, admiring my throbbing erection on the bathroom mirror. “It does look bigger.”

I shower and dress, my favorite jeans and a Henley with the sleeves slid a quarter of the way up. I head out to pick up Tawny.

The evening goes beautifully, she’s a gorgeous woman. Tanned with a fit body, perfect c-cups and a nice round ass. She wears a slinky black dress. We flirt and chat over dinner, finishing off with cocktails and a trip back to my place.

We have a few more drinks on my couch, making out and playing with each others bodies before finally moving to the bedroom. I slide the dress down her body, no bra, her perky breasts and hard dark nipples are immediately visible, she wears a vibrant blue thong that stands out strikingly against her tanned skin. Perfect tan lines accentuating all my favorite parts of her anatomy.

Without prompting she lifts my shirt up over my head and drops it on the floor, unbuckling my belt and undoing my jeans she drops those to the floor as well. I step out of them as she sinks to her knees, pulling my briefs down to free my already pulsing member.

“Oooh.” She bursts as she runs her fingers over my smooth public skin, my body shudders.

I sigh softly “Yeah, I’m trying something new.”

“I approved.” She wraps her fingers around my cock and sinks her mouth down over my head.

When I say she is a world class cocksucker, I mean WORLD FUCKING CLASS. I’ve never felt anything like it, she swallows it all the way down, paying attention to my balls and even tickling my taint a little bit. And those little gagging noises? God damn!

She gets me properly worked up before removing me from her mouth. She makes a show of sliding off her thong and saunters to the bed, lying down on her back.

When we fuck, we fuck for hours, all different positions, filthy talk, our sex is pure electric passion.

And it carries on the same this evening, we’re sweating we writhing, we’re enjoying each other’s bodies. I finally have her on her knees on the floor, watching her perfect ass bounce with my every thrust. Ecstasy.

I throw my head back and close my eyes and my mind materializes a picture, that monster from the gym.

What?

I try to shake it and look back down at this perfect body, she moans and she pushes back on me with passion, grunting with every thrust. My eyes close again and it’s back, hanging down between those muscular thighs, in my minds eye it comes alive, rising to full attention, it won’t go away, it stands full and proud. I keep thrusting the pleasure undeniable even through this confusing distraction.

And I cum.

I cum hard! And I cum a lot. My moans are animal, guttural as my body shakes and I unload into this beautiful creature below me, she screams an orgasm and we both finally collapse on the floor in a heap. Heaving, breathless, sweaty bodies in a pile on the hardwood.

What the fuck was that about?

We finally remove our bodies from one another and bring ourselves to lay on the bed. Her ear presses against my chest as she listens to my still pounding heart. “That was really something, big guy.” She playfully caresses the soft sensitive skin where my pubic hair used to be. “Don’t get me wrong, we always have fun, but that was…” she trails off searching for the words. “It’s like the devil got into you.”

I moan from deep in my chest. “I really needed that.”

She chuckles and we lay in silent bliss as she drifts off to sleep. I lay awake unpacking the image that invaded my thoughts. What does it mean?

I finally fall asleep and in my dreams I stand in the shower under the running water, his raging manhood pointing toward me as I reach out my hand to take it. It’s vivid, almost feels real.

I can’t remember the rest of the dream, but when I wake up Tawny has my entire cock buried in her throat, her hand juggling my balls as she effortlessly slides up and down. She carries on wordlessly and I don’t dare interrupt until I feel myself building to climax. I let out a moan and take her hair in my fist as I gently hump her face and finally release what feels like a gallon of semen down her waiting throat.

She swallows everything, not a drop wasted, world class.

She pulls away with a gasp and a smile. “Mmm, good morning.” Finally she hops off the bed, pulling on her thong and dress. “I have brunch plans with my sisters. I gotta run home and shower and change.” She kisses me passionately and I taste myself on her lips. “Thanks for last night, I’ll call you soon.”

And she’s out the door.

I have a lazy weekend, tv, video games, weed. I try not to let my mind wander to the man at the gym but I just can’t get that cock out of my head, it’s really burrowed in and I’m having trouble containing myself, I masturbate three times on Saturday and another four on Sunday, but my libido won’t quit.

Monday is back to normal, back to she gym. I feel a nervous excitement as I enter. We go about our solo routines and find ourselves back in the showers again, my erection is raging as I walk with my towel, I hesitate before stepping corner and finally just step in, nothing I can do about it. Me and my boner take our place at our shower head and wash up, out of the corner of my eye I see that he has turned toward me. Is this intentional? Is he putting on a show. His gorgeous member wobbles around as he washes up and I can’t help being distracted from time to time, hoping he doesn’t notice my wandering eyes. He hardly ever turns away from me but he also doesn’t make any sign that he’s aware of my presence. I swallow silently and turn toward him as I lather my hair, my erect cock pointing directly at him.

Is that the faint smile again or am I imagining it?

I finish cleaning my body and make my way back to my locker. Watching my hard on sway back and forth with every step as I go. Off to work.

Tuesday is the same again, but this time as I approach the showers my brain makes a decision without my involvement and I step to a different shower head, there is only one shower head now separating our naked bodies. We both fully wash facing each other.

My erection is uncontrollable now, as soon as I enter the gym it begins to rage and I start to feel a silly tingle at the idea of him seeing me like this. As we wash our workout away I grow more bold and simply look down at his cock, not hiding it at all. What’s gotten into me?

What’s gotten into him?

As he runs the soap all over himself his member begins to come to life, the answer to my scientific query is about to be answered. And it’s a “yes”, as he reaches full erection it has grown significantly larger, not the same change as mine, but still much bigger than mine. I can’t pull my eyes away and finally realize that I’ve stopped moving and am now dribbling precum.

Shit, I think to myself, as I look up and we make eye contact. He smiles at me. And I rush out grabbing my towel and drying myself hurriedly before dressing and running to my car.

Fuck.

I sit in my car, heart pounding, mind racing. Cock throbbing and soaking a at patch through my khakis. I had never watched a cock grow hard, it was mesmerizing. Just dangling flaccid to full erection, what a sight to behold.

What the hell was going on in my head?

I decide I need to go into the office late and run home to change he my pants hoping none of my neighbors pass by and see what’s happening down there.

I get inside and close the door, standing there just breathing for a moment before heading to the bedroom to grab fresh pants. As I strip off my khakis I realize I’ve forgotten my briefs in my gym locker. My cocks stares up at me, hard as steel and bouncing under its own power, I need to do something about it.

I sit down on the edge of my bed and wrap my fist around it pumping furiously as I pull out my phone and bring up my favorite porn site. But nothing is doing the job. I sit for a moment, boner in hand and finally hit the search bar.

The world of cocks is plentiful, I find a compilation of “time lapse erections” and I sit stroking vigorously as I watch cock after cock go from soft to hard, some of them exploding cum hands free.

Finally I explode myself, all over my clean work shirt, ropes and ropes like I’ve never cum before.

Holy shit.

For now my penis is at bay. I put on a fresh outfit and I’m off to work.

I can’t concentrate on anything and finally admit defeat, I tell my boss I’ve got to leave early and I head home.

I masturbate six times that day, all to images and videos of perfectly sculpted erect penises. Some rubbing against each other, most simply existing, I am confused and exhilarated.

Wednesday I went into the gym with a pep in my step. Rocked the elliptical, added a little extra weight on the bench, worked up a good sweat before heading to the showers. My penis at his absolute most stunning even after a long day of abuse. I came around the corner and there he was, beautiful cock dangling between his legs, hot water running all over his body. And he was at the next shower head over, right next to the one I had used yesterday. Was this on purpose? I was beginning to suspect that it was. I stepped up beside him and cranked the water.

As I began to build a good lather he turned in my direction, cock swinging gently. This time he looked me right in the eyes and smiled. I smiled back nervously, my cock bouncing as I also turned toward him.

We washed ourselves in silence as I watched his beautiful beast grow hard again. This time it wasn’t just me who stood motionless, we faced each other, cocks at attention, staring at one another’s exposed manhood. Then we looked up simultaneously making eye contact.

Then I felt it, his hand reached out and gently took my cock in his hand. I was speechless as he began to softly feel my length. It felt so new and different, rough manly hands on me as I began to once again leak precum. After a few moments of this brand new ecstasy I slowly reached out, wrapping my own fingers around him, or trying, my fingertips barely made contact around his girth. I felt a hitch in my breath as I began to stroke him up and down. We would alternate between eye contact and simply admiring each other’s bodies. His pace began to quicken and I sped up to match, we were perfectly in tune with one another.

I couldn’t hold it, my legs turned to jelly and I felt my climax building, I began to moan softly and grip him harder, he did the same. Finally I looked up into his eyes, my mouth hanging open, he clenched his jaw and breathed heavily, and at the same time we both exploded, both threw our heads back and let out a deep dark moan of pleasure. I felt his cum splatter across my belly as my own shot out onto him, this somehow made me cum even more, it was a torrent, I was still cumming long after he’d finished and he watched me, never letting up his speed or grip, laughing as I continued to moan and pant until I was completely spent.

He gave my cock one last good pump before letting it go. My body went to rubber and I stood panting as the water streamed over my body. He simply cleaned himself up, and turned off his shower head. As he walked past me he slapped my ass hard and gave my cheek a firm squeeze. This made me shudder and smile, then he left.

I stood there watching the cum drip down my torso as my penis went soft, finally cleaned myself and walked shaking to my locker to get dressed.

Off to work I guess.

Halfway to the office I’m already hard again, my whole body is tingling. What an experience, it felt like his strong hand was still wrapped around my penis. The memory of every vein of his shaft lingering on my palm as I gripped the steering wheel like a vice.

I did something I’ve never done before. Parking in a far corner of the garage I reached my hand down my pants and awkwardly jerked myself off, closing my eyes to picture his monster standing in front of me.

After I came I leaned my head back against the head rest, my chest heaving as I tried to calm myself. I walked into the office imagining every person in every cubicle staring at me as if they’d seen what I just did.