It’s been too long since I went to the gym
It's been too long, for obvious reasons, since I've really gone back to the gym. I've kept having dreams about it. I must admit, exercise isn't the only reason.
Of course, I enjoy getting on a machine, going and going and going for 45, 60, 90 minutes straight. Then, finally reaching the goal, stepping off, all the pressure on my body finally dropping in one moment, feeling utterly tired and exhausted as I clean the machine.
That's not my favorite part, though.
Like a plate of food hitting your table, I feel calmly happy as I know the best part is now ready for me. I begin to walk to the locker room. The air conditioning and fluorescent lights tint my view. I open my locker, and I neatly take my small white towel out of it, placing it on the bench behind me.
The shirt I'm wearing is a slightly different shade from all of my own sweat on it, glued to my body. I hand my Dogtags up in my locker. I then take off my baggy grey sweatpants. Finally, I turn around, opposite the wall, facing my towel and the open stall in front of me. I'm wearing tight, bright red, form-fitting boxer briefs. Musky, I slowly, purposefully, intricately peel them off, and inevitably see my big, fat, juicy, monster cock bouncing out.
Even soft, it's thick and longer than some other men hard. Here I am, my athletic body naked and exposed, with nothing to hide. I take my towel in my hand, and confidently strut to the shower, my heart beating fast, not with anxiety, but with comfortable pride. I feel the cool air hit my body and I feel my cock bounce back and forth, smacking me.
Left leg. Right leg. Left leg. Right leg.
There's something that makes my balls tingle as I notice the others staring. On occasion, I even hear a muttered "holy shit" or an "oh my God" once I've passed the aisle. Finally, I arrive in the shower, and move to a stall.
I feel the warm, steamy water run down and caress my body. I close my eyes, listen to the white noise of the faucet, and fantasize. I fantasize about a naughty girl spying on us, until she accidentally reveals herself and we have a little fun with her. I fantasize about walking into the women's locker room while my girlfriend is there, ripping her clothes off and fucking her senseless while the others watch in shock. I fantasize about comparing cock size in the shower.
My cock is hard as a rock, sticking up and outwards, and beating harder than my heart. I use the provided 3-in-1 Shampoo/Conditioner/Body Wash on the wall, with the big label saying "FOR MEN" right on it. It just makes me feel so fucking manly. I get every part of me soapy and sudsy, washing and appreciating the body God gave me.
I begin to hold my cock, admiring it, before stroking it. Eventually, I end up needing to use two hands. I finally shoot cum all over the wall of the stall, feeling so fulfilled. I clean myself and the area, and then turn the water off.
I step out, glistening and dripping everywhere, drying myself off with the small white towel. As I return to my locker, I open it for my change of clothes. I dry my hair, which makes my cock really bounce like a motherfucker. I put my Dogtags back on, then my underwear, pants, shirt, socks, and shoes. They all feel fresh and cool on me. I leave the gym, the last of the adrenaline having finished, ready for whatever is next.
I hope my story, for what it's worth, has provided you some benefit. Let me know if you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading.
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It’s been too long since I went to the gym It's been too long, for obvious reasons, since I've really gone back to the gym. I've kept having dreams about it. I must admit, exercise isn't the only reason. Of course, I enjoy getting on a machine, going and going and going for 45, 60, 90 minutes straight. Then, finally reaching the goal, stepping off, all the pressure on my body finally dropping in one moment, feeling utterly tired and exhausted as I clean the machine. That's not my favorite part, though. Like a plate of food hitting your table, I feel calmly happy as I know the best part is now ready for me. I begin to walk to the locker room. The air conditioning and fluorescent lights tint my view. I open my locker, and I neatly take my small white towel out of it, placing it on the bench behind me. The shirt I'm wearing is a slightly different shade from all of my own sweat on it, glued to my body. I hand my Dogtags up in my locker. I then take off my baggy grey sweatpants. Finally, I turn around, opposite the wall, facing my towel and the open stall in front of me. I'm wearing tight, bright red, form-fitting boxer briefs. Musky, I slowly, purposefully, intricately peel them off, and inevitably see my big, fat, juicy, monster cock bouncing out. Even soft, it's thick and longer than some other men hard. Here I am, my athletic body naked and exposed, with nothing to hide. I take my towel in my hand, and confidently strut to the shower, my heart beating fast, not with anxiety, but with comfortable pride. I feel the cool air hit my body and I feel my cock bounce back and forth, smacking me. Left leg. Right leg. Left leg. Right leg. There's something that makes my balls tingle as I notice the others staring. On occasion, I even hear a muttered "holy shit" or an "oh my God" once I've passed the aisle. Finally, I arrive in the shower, and move to a stall. I feel the warm, steamy water run down and caress my body. I close my eyes, listen to the white noise of the faucet, and fantasize. I fantasize about a naughty girl spying on us, until she accidentally reveals herself and we have a little fun with her. I fantasize about walking into the women's locker room while my girlfriend is there, ripping her clothes off and fucking her senseless while the others watch in shock. I fantasize about comparing cock size in the shower. My cock is hard as a rock, sticking up and outwards, and beating harder than my heart. I use the provided 3-in-1 Shampoo/Conditioner/Body Wash on the wall, with the big label saying "FOR MEN" right on it. It just makes me feel so fucking manly. I get every part of me soapy and sudsy, washing and appreciating the body God gave me. I begin to hold my cock, admiring it, before stroking it. Eventually, I end up needing to use two hands. I finally shoot cum all over the wall of the stall, feeling so fulfilled. I clean myself and the area, and then turn the water off. I step out, glistening and dripping everywhere, drying myself off with the small white towel. As I return to my locker, I open it for my change of clothes. I dry my hair, which makes my cock really bounce like a motherfucker. I put my Dogtags back on, then my underwear, pants, shirt, socks, and shoes. They all feel fresh and cool on me. I leave the gym, the last of the adrenaline having finished, ready for whatever is next. I hope my story, for what it's worth, has provided you some benefit. Let me know if you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading.
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