EP2 | Cruised In The Gym Showers By The Straight Fitness Trainer (Patreon)

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

At Matt's class the following day, I was somewhat distracted as I exercised.

I kept waiting for a look from him, a glance that lasted a little longer. Some acknowledgements that we jacked off together in the showers the day before, and he shot a huge load several feet into the air that landed on my ass. And, although he doesn’t know this part, that I fucked myself with my fingers using his cum as lube till I shot my load.

Fuck, I was getting hard.

Back to focusing on the class.

There had been nothing, though, no sign from him that anything had happened the day before. He was walking around the class correcting people’s posture and yelling encouragement as we worked through a set focusing on our glutes (my favourite). He seemed to like my glutes yesterday when I was showing off my ass, I thought, smiling to myself.

He was wearing his usual low-cut tank top and very tight-fitting gym shorts that seemed to struggle not to rip as his thick thighs pressed against the material.

Fuck, this man was hot.

The class ended, and we all shuffled out. As I got to Matt, he gave me the usual high five.

“Good job!” he said, smiling his gorgeous smile at me.

I simply nodded and smiled in reply. I think I had lost the ability to speak.

I headed upstairs to cool off and grab a smoothie. I planned to wait, as I usually do, for the changing rooms to clear out a bit, then take my place at the last cubicle and hope this sex god would appear again.

I barely sipped my very overpriced smoothie as I was so nervous. The thought it might happen again, that I would even get to gaze upon his naked body and hard cock, was driving me crazy.

After about fifteen minutes, I headed downstairs. The changing room had emptied out a bit again, so I stripped off, grabbed a towel, and made my way to the end cubicle.

And there I waited.

I washed myself several times and eventually just stood under the water, waiting in anticipation.

But he didn’t come.

After what must have been twenty minutes or more, I accepted defeat and went to get changed.

I was more disappointed than I was willing to admit to myself. And I felt embarrassed. Of course he didn’t come back, as if a guy like that is ever going to do anything with me again. I got insanely lucky once; I should just feel happy about that.

And that’s how it went for the next week. I attended my classes, showered alone once most people had left, and went home.

I did have one new routine, which was furiously wanking my dick every night to the image of Matt’s beautiful body, the water dripping off his muscles as he stared into my eyes and wanked his massive cock. It was etched in my mind forever.

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A week later, I reached the end shower cubicle after a very intense class with Matt and a nice post-class smoothie. I turned the shower on and let the hot water soothe my aching body. My mind was elsewhere, so I only realised someone had entered the showers when I heard the water turn on.

My stomach did about ten somersaults.

Could it be? Is that Matt?

I turned around to face the shower doors so I could look through the crack, and there was that now familiar muscled back and meaty ass that had been fuelling my wanks every night.

He had returned.

I actually stopped breathing for a minute. I just stood there looking as my dick grew hard. I could see him soaping his body under the water, his hands running all over it, and slowly he turned so I could see his broad chest and ripped abs. And there was his perfect and huge cock swinging between his legs. His hand moved down his body towards his cock, then he started gently rubbing it.

I watched it begin to grow.

He hadn’t looked at me yet; he was looking down at his cock. One hand now played with his balls as the other started jerking his dick. It was getting bigger. Watching that monster grow to full size was a thing of beauty.

Soon he stood there, the water running down his body, holding his ten-inch cock in both hands and gently stroking it. His cock head bulged. I was now leaning against the shower door, straining to see into his.

Matt then looked up. His eyes locked with mine.

For a while, he continued stroking his cock while gazing into my eyes. Then, without saying a word, he opened one side of his shower cubicle. I did the same to mine.

But this time, he then opened the second door.

Oh my god.

His cubicle was now fully open. I had an unobstructed view of him. I quickly opened mine, and now we stood a few feet apart, both hard and wanking our cocks, staring into each other’s eyes.

I could see every inch of him. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. My nightly wanks hadn’t done him justice. His big pecs bounced a little as he jacked his cock, and his abs rippled with tightness. He took a step back suddenly, and I thought something was wrong, but he just leaned against the back wall of the shower and bent his legs a little so he could really fuck his cock into his hands.

Wow. What a sight.

I was furiously wanking my hard cock, my eyes taking in every inch of him.

He closed his eyes and leant his head back against the wall, lost in the sensation of jerking his own cock.

Clearly, he got off being watched. But would he like more?

I had no idea.

But at that moment, seeing this stunning, muscular god leaning against the shower wall, eyes closed, jacking his dick, I had a wild thought. And before I could really consider if it was a good idea…

I stepped forward.

I looked down the corridor; there was no one about.

Matt’s eyes were still closed.

So, I walked forward and into his shower cubicle.

Then I reached my hand out…

And took hold of his cock.

Matt’s eyes shot open.

Fuck.