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It was late by the time I got to the gym. The parking lot was half-empty and the last few patrons were already trickling out. Still, according to my heavy schedule, I had a short half-hour to exercise. I hoped that I wouldn’t be turned away. I’d only signed up for the trial a couple of weeks previously and this was my first time there since I’d moved into town. The receptionist warned me that I was quite late getting started.
“It’s ten after eleven, so you’d better be done soon,” she said, “We close at midnight.”
“I’ll be done as quickly as possible,” I answered.
I wasn’t really in the mood for exercise but I knew that I had to keep fit so that I could manage the long stressful days at work. Barnett had already chewed me out twice that week. I couldn’t afford to be seen as a further liability. According to him, all the other guys were all pulling their weight.
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I started on the treadmill, watching the giant high-def screens silently flick repeatedly through the news. I felt alone, distanced from the craziness of Wall Street. I wasn’t like those guys and those guys weren’t like me. They enjoyed the thrill of the kill. They wanted to be rich and own property, have beautiful girlfriends and wives, and show off how rich they were. Some would go on to be politicians, rising up as important men in society. All I wanted was to live a happy and peaceful life. Perhaps Barnett was right; I was in the wrong place.
After ten minutes on the treadmill, I pulled a few weights and decided to call it a night. There was no point trying to get a full workout when it had to be balanced with much-needed sleep. It was barely six hours before I had to be up again for the next meeting. I went to the changing room and headed to the communal men’s shower.
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The warm water felt like a stream of energy trickling over my body. All the negative vibes from the day were flowing away. Barnett and his gang drowned down the plughole, along with the soap. I felt happy that I’d finally come to the realization that I wasn’t like the others. More importantly, I didn’t want to be like the others.
---
I opened my eyes and saw a man in the shower opposite me. He was brown-skinned, perhaps of Indian or Pakistani descent, quite muscular, but not in an overly accentuated way. I wasn’t in the habit of watching other men, but there was something about him that kept my attention. He seemed carefree, radiant, enjoying the moment. I couldn’t help but notice his endowment.
When he caught my eye, I looked away, feeling embarrassed.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” he said, approaching me.
The tone of his voice and the smile on his face were endearing. It was obvious that he wanted to get close to me and yet I felt nervous. I’d never had a homosexual experience and I didn’t know what to expect.
“No knives, no guns,” he grinned, wavering his hands and arms comically.
I snort-laughed, acknowledging that I didn’t think he was a dangerous person. It would have been difficult for him to conceal a dangerous weapon considering that he was naked.
---
He took the bottle of soap from my hands and lathered my chest while I stood there, eyes closed. The touch of his hands on my body was like none I’d ever felt. It was as though he knew how I would react, as though I were a mirror image of himself. He was far more muscular than me and yet in some ways more delicate. His fingers seemed sensitive to the touch of my skin.
He continued to lather me, caressing my shoulders and working his hands down toward my midriff.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. He smiled back at me.
“Is it ok?” he asked.
“It’s more than ok,” I responded, almost gasping.
He took my right hand and guided it toward his erect penis. I held it, marveling at the length and girth. I’d never touched another man’s cock and yet it felt somehow familiar and different at the same time. I stroked it a few times, feeling the ridges of his shaft slide beneath my fingers.
I wanted to give him the same sensation as I’d felt from him, but he was on a mission. The shower continued to pour warm water over us while I watched him kneel down and swallow my cock. I looked down at him, his mouth engulfing my shaft. It seemed strange and unnatural, and yet highly arousing at the same time.
I held his head as he slid his hand up my leg and between my thighs, put his hand between my butt cheeks, and slid a finger slid into my ass. The combination of him sucking my cock and fingering my ass made me explode.
I shuddered, hardly able to stand, feeling embarrassed.
He stood up, my cum still dribbling from the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t worry so much,” he said, smiling, “At least you’re washed.”
---
I was indeed washed and ready for more.
“It’s ten after eleven, so you’d better be done soon,” she said, “We close at midnight.”
“I’ll be done as quickly as possible,” I answered.
I wasn’t really in the mood for exercise but I knew that I had to keep fit so that I could manage the long stressful days at work. Barnett had already chewed me out twice that week. I couldn’t afford to be seen as a further liability. According to him, all the other guys were all pulling their weight.
---
I started on the treadmill, watching the giant high-def screens silently flick repeatedly through the news. I felt alone, distanced from the craziness of Wall Street. I wasn’t like those guys and those guys weren’t like me. They enjoyed the thrill of the kill. They wanted to be rich and own property, have beautiful girlfriends and wives, and show off how rich they were. Some would go on to be politicians, rising up as important men in society. All I wanted was to live a happy and peaceful life. Perhaps Barnett was right; I was in the wrong place.
After ten minutes on the treadmill, I pulled a few weights and decided to call it a night. There was no point trying to get a full workout when it had to be balanced with much-needed sleep. It was barely six hours before I had to be up again for the next meeting. I went to the changing room and headed to the communal men’s shower.
---
The warm water felt like a stream of energy trickling over my body. All the negative vibes from the day were flowing away. Barnett and his gang drowned down the plughole, along with the soap. I felt happy that I’d finally come to the realization that I wasn’t like the others. More importantly, I didn’t want to be like the others.
---
I opened my eyes and saw a man in the shower opposite me. He was brown-skinned, perhaps of Indian or Pakistani descent, quite muscular, but not in an overly accentuated way. I wasn’t in the habit of watching other men, but there was something about him that kept my attention. He seemed carefree, radiant, enjoying the moment. I couldn’t help but notice his endowment.
When he caught my eye, I looked away, feeling embarrassed.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” he said, approaching me.
The tone of his voice and the smile on his face were endearing. It was obvious that he wanted to get close to me and yet I felt nervous. I’d never had a homosexual experience and I didn’t know what to expect.
“No knives, no guns,” he grinned, wavering his hands and arms comically.
I snort-laughed, acknowledging that I didn’t think he was a dangerous person. It would have been difficult for him to conceal a dangerous weapon considering that he was naked.
---
He took the bottle of soap from my hands and lathered my chest while I stood there, eyes closed. The touch of his hands on my body was like none I’d ever felt. It was as though he knew how I would react, as though I were a mirror image of himself. He was far more muscular than me and yet in some ways more delicate. His fingers seemed sensitive to the touch of my skin.
He continued to lather me, caressing my shoulders and working his hands down toward my midriff.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. He smiled back at me.
“Is it ok?” he asked.
“It’s more than ok,” I responded, almost gasping.
He took my right hand and guided it toward his erect penis. I held it, marveling at the length and girth. I’d never touched another man’s cock and yet it felt somehow familiar and different at the same time. I stroked it a few times, feeling the ridges of his shaft slide beneath my fingers.
I wanted to give him the same sensation as I’d felt from him, but he was on a mission. The shower continued to pour warm water over us while I watched him kneel down and swallow my cock. I looked down at him, his mouth engulfing my shaft. It seemed strange and unnatural, and yet highly arousing at the same time.
I held his head as he slid his hand up my leg and between my thighs, put his hand between my butt cheeks, and slid a finger slid into my ass. The combination of him sucking my cock and fingering my ass made me explode.
I shuddered, hardly able to stand, feeling embarrassed.
He stood up, my cum still dribbling from the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t worry so much,” he said, smiling, “At least you’re washed.”
---
I was indeed washed and ready for more.
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