rutter222
My jock is too small...and tight!
I couldnt stop thinking about the day another gym patron took full advantage of me in the shower. My 6'2" muscular frame was soaped up, head to toe, and my eyes were shut tight to keep the soap out. Hearing another man's voice say, "my soap dispenser is empty, mind if grab some of yours," was both violating and exciting at the same time. Then he took full advantage of the situation. He grabbed my cock and worked out a hefty load, all with my eyes shut tight. I shot my load, got weak in the knees and then stabled myself all before I rinsed off and opened my eyes to see my attacker, but he was gone. An unidentified gym patron hand-raped me. I wasn't annoyed. Instead, I was enticed.
I definitely asked for it. I enjoyed marching around that lockerroom in just my white Bike jock. The white straps contrasted with the olive skin and outlined my meaty, hairy ass. The pouch strained against my heavy ball sack and thick, half-hard cock. I strutted from my locker, to the sauna, to the sinks, to the shower, all with a towel over my shoulder, making no effort to cover up. My attacker obviously observed my hidden desires, took advantage, and stole my man-virginity at age 42.
In the weeks that followed I went to the gym on my normal early morning schedule and did my usual work out. I was hoping to send a message that I was okay with the interaction. Maybe my attacker would reveal himself in some way. I really had no idea who he was. I looked at every man there with a different lense. Tried to imagine them forcing themselves on me, releasing my seed. I wished some were him, and hoped others weren't. Still, no one came forward. After a few weeks I put it all behind me.
We had three kids under 10 and my wife was pregnant with number four. Sex had completely gone by the wayside and it seemed like every time I showered, one of my boys was in there with me. The only time I was by myself was when I was at the gym. I worked out a lot. Everytime hoping I would have another encounter but alas, it never happened. I don't remember the last time I actually ejaculated. Many a morning I woke with some stickiness in my white briefs.
One morning I was particularly horny. I had a great workout. Sweaty from the stair master and pumped from the weights. On days like this I took my time strutting around the locker room in just a sweaty jock. Definitely turned a few heads. My cock was hard but I didn't care. The sauna was crowded and I sat there on my towel, jock fully exposed for all to see. Every few minutes I grabbed my pole and moved it a little. It felt so good to scrape my engorged head against my jock. My balls were so full and tight. Biologically I was ready to release and drain the pressure. I noticed one older man staring. I wondered if he was my attacker.
After 15 minutes or so, I had enough. All my blood vessels were opened from the heat and I was covered in sweat. I headed to the shower. I heard one other shower going on the other side of the shower room from my usual stall. I turned on the water and stepped in. It wasnt yet hot, so I let the water cool and soak my body. Usually my hard on would subside but not today. I was aching.
I continued on with my routine. I shut off the water and soaped up my jock like I always did. Today, however, my body was telling me it needed something more. It felt so good that I felt like rubbing out a load.
From soaping up my jock I moved up my abs to my chest and hairy pits then down to my muscular thighs and calves. I hadn't yet washed my hair so my eyes were open. I moved my jock pouch to the side and took out my swollen cock. I pumped some soap into my hand and stroked it all over the length. It was exciting to feel my soapy, hard pulsating cock. I was in a zone of ecstasy and I was nearly in public around other naked men. I was getting totally into it and realized I was making some stroking noises and exhaling hard every so often. I was about to blow when I noticed a thick naked man in the doorway to my stall. He was about my height, same proportions as me. He was bald, but his body was covered in dark hair. Decent shape. Nice shoulders and pecs. He worked out regularly for sure but he wasnt a regular at my gym, at least not during my workout time. I would have recognized that completely bald head.
"Oh sorry...didn't realize any one was in here." He looked right at my pulsating cock. It was all too fast to get it back in the jock. "Sorry to interrupt." His own cock swelled right in front of me. It took my breath away. I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to touch it. My eyes locked on his swelling, bulbous cock head.
"No problem" I said, with effort. It was hard to speak without breathing. My chest was full and abs were pulled in tight while I held my breath. I locked eyes with him. I was still lightly stroking my soapy, rock hard cock. He saw my unintentional signal. He stepped into the open stall and pumped some soap into his hand and began to stroke his own cock. It matched mine quickly and easily. He stepped closer. He positioned his hard cock right in front of mine. We stood head to head, so to speak. As he stroked his cock, his big hands gently touched my cock head. Everytime that happened I felt a tingle at the base of my balls. Eventually his strokes extended to my cock. He rubbed the full length of me then the full length of his own cock, then back to my cock, then his. His pace quickened. My cock head pressed against his. I kept breathing in. I was getting light headed. His hand was stroking faster now. It was pounding into my ball sack. I couldn't hold it much longer. I felt the tingle from the base of my balls, up my spine to my head, then back down to my balls and out my shaft. Along with it came thick ropey strands of hot cum. One, two, three, four quick pulses. My balls ached as I released and I let out a deep exhale, as if I was deflating. He returned the favor and shot gobs of cum all over my cock and he continued the stroking motion as we looked deep into each other's eyes.
We each emptied our balls. Our cum mixed together and rubbed into each other's cock. My breathing returned to normal. Still half hard, I turned on the shower water we rinsed off together. He exited the stall and was gone.
I definitely asked for it. I enjoyed marching around that lockerroom in just my white Bike jock. The white straps contrasted with the olive skin and outlined my meaty, hairy ass. The pouch strained against my heavy ball sack and thick, half-hard cock. I strutted from my locker, to the sauna, to the sinks, to the shower, all with a towel over my shoulder, making no effort to cover up. My attacker obviously observed my hidden desires, took advantage, and stole my man-virginity at age 42.
In the weeks that followed I went to the gym on my normal early morning schedule and did my usual work out. I was hoping to send a message that I was okay with the interaction. Maybe my attacker would reveal himself in some way. I really had no idea who he was. I looked at every man there with a different lense. Tried to imagine them forcing themselves on me, releasing my seed. I wished some were him, and hoped others weren't. Still, no one came forward. After a few weeks I put it all behind me.
We had three kids under 10 and my wife was pregnant with number four. Sex had completely gone by the wayside and it seemed like every time I showered, one of my boys was in there with me. The only time I was by myself was when I was at the gym. I worked out a lot. Everytime hoping I would have another encounter but alas, it never happened. I don't remember the last time I actually ejaculated. Many a morning I woke with some stickiness in my white briefs.
One morning I was particularly horny. I had a great workout. Sweaty from the stair master and pumped from the weights. On days like this I took my time strutting around the locker room in just a sweaty jock. Definitely turned a few heads. My cock was hard but I didn't care. The sauna was crowded and I sat there on my towel, jock fully exposed for all to see. Every few minutes I grabbed my pole and moved it a little. It felt so good to scrape my engorged head against my jock. My balls were so full and tight. Biologically I was ready to release and drain the pressure. I noticed one older man staring. I wondered if he was my attacker.
After 15 minutes or so, I had enough. All my blood vessels were opened from the heat and I was covered in sweat. I headed to the shower. I heard one other shower going on the other side of the shower room from my usual stall. I turned on the water and stepped in. It wasnt yet hot, so I let the water cool and soak my body. Usually my hard on would subside but not today. I was aching.
I continued on with my routine. I shut off the water and soaped up my jock like I always did. Today, however, my body was telling me it needed something more. It felt so good that I felt like rubbing out a load.
From soaping up my jock I moved up my abs to my chest and hairy pits then down to my muscular thighs and calves. I hadn't yet washed my hair so my eyes were open. I moved my jock pouch to the side and took out my swollen cock. I pumped some soap into my hand and stroked it all over the length. It was exciting to feel my soapy, hard pulsating cock. I was in a zone of ecstasy and I was nearly in public around other naked men. I was getting totally into it and realized I was making some stroking noises and exhaling hard every so often. I was about to blow when I noticed a thick naked man in the doorway to my stall. He was about my height, same proportions as me. He was bald, but his body was covered in dark hair. Decent shape. Nice shoulders and pecs. He worked out regularly for sure but he wasnt a regular at my gym, at least not during my workout time. I would have recognized that completely bald head.
"Oh sorry...didn't realize any one was in here." He looked right at my pulsating cock. It was all too fast to get it back in the jock. "Sorry to interrupt." His own cock swelled right in front of me. It took my breath away. I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to touch it. My eyes locked on his swelling, bulbous cock head.
"No problem" I said, with effort. It was hard to speak without breathing. My chest was full and abs were pulled in tight while I held my breath. I locked eyes with him. I was still lightly stroking my soapy, rock hard cock. He saw my unintentional signal. He stepped into the open stall and pumped some soap into his hand and began to stroke his own cock. It matched mine quickly and easily. He stepped closer. He positioned his hard cock right in front of mine. We stood head to head, so to speak. As he stroked his cock, his big hands gently touched my cock head. Everytime that happened I felt a tingle at the base of my balls. Eventually his strokes extended to my cock. He rubbed the full length of me then the full length of his own cock, then back to my cock, then his. His pace quickened. My cock head pressed against his. I kept breathing in. I was getting light headed. His hand was stroking faster now. It was pounding into my ball sack. I couldn't hold it much longer. I felt the tingle from the base of my balls, up my spine to my head, then back down to my balls and out my shaft. Along with it came thick ropey strands of hot cum. One, two, three, four quick pulses. My balls ached as I released and I let out a deep exhale, as if I was deflating. He returned the favor and shot gobs of cum all over my cock and he continued the stroking motion as we looked deep into each other's eyes.
We each emptied our balls. Our cum mixed together and rubbed into each other's cock. My breathing returned to normal. Still half hard, I turned on the shower water we rinsed off together. He exited the stall and was gone.
