By Pete Richards

Slowly peeling my clinging white t-shirt off, I could feel the sweat run uninterrupted down my neck, between my shoulder blades and into the small of my back. Still panting, and placing my trainers into my locker, I felt as though someone was watching me. Pulling down my trousers I noticed a large figure across the changing room. Whipping off my underwear (clearly unabashed by a potential onlooker) I glanced sideways to see more. Catching a glimpse of my watcher (and liking what I saw) I slowly reached for my towel and wafted it across my ass before tying it nicely over my swelling cock.

Walking to the shower room, I peered across at my furtive voyeur. Sat, almost hunched, on the benches between the lockers, I could see he was tall and muscular. Despite lingering for one or two moments too long I didn’t manage to catch his face or make eye contact (I was interrupted by an overly efficient cleaner inanely mopping around me!) Still curious as I entered the showers – but distracted by the new soap – I proceeded to scrub, lather and relax. Smearing the peppermint soap across my aching body I ran my lubricated hands over my clipped pubes, inside my thighs and up between my ass cheeks, gently fingering my fresh hole with white lather.

“FEELING MY COCK HARDENING BY THE ATTENTION OF MY ADMIRER I REACHED FOR THE SOAP TO HELP MY HANDS SLIDE UP AND DOWN MY COCK.”

Reaching for the shampoo and working it through my hair I could feel the minty freshness warming me up. Enjoying the increasing heat, my cock slowly engorging, I noticed a large figure slip into the glass cubicle next to me. Distracted by this very tall, massively broad frame I forgot the menthol burning in my groin and ass. Suddenly flushed with a near-combusting cock and crack I thrust myself under the cold shower stream, scrubbing my dick and ass vigorously.

Now it may be naive of me to think that it was simply my scrubbing that attracted the attention of my gigantic neighbour, but I do feel that was the initial reasoning. Despite being very aware that the shower cubicles (and doors) were made of semi-translucent glass, I’d never really given much thought to glancing sideways to watch another man soap his loins after a heavy workout in the gym. However, I did enjoy the attention currently being bestowed upon me (even in my currently semi-singed state). Having washed the shampoo off (and realising that adding red eyes to my current sexy repertoire probably wouldn’t be the best thing) I turned to check out my naked neighbour. Starting with the tips of his toes (as I could see them under the partition) I noticed his rather large hobbit-esque feet. I ran my eyes upwards, catching a peek of his thick calves before being interrupted by the frosted glass. I watched huge, muscled (hopefully rugby induced) thighs moving around beyond our thin divider. Running my eyes higher, and higher, I could see my peeping goliath was definitely deserving of a reciprocal (and thorough) perve.

Exchanging mutual glances through our glazed partition, we both managed to time our stares perfectly so that we just caught each other’s blurred eye before looking away. To an inexperienced (and probably straight) onlooker this may have seemed like innocent showering, but both I and my gargantuan douche buddy knew otherwise. Feeling my cock hardening by the attention of my admirer I reached for the soap to help my hands slide up and down my cock. Twisting my body slightly (and leaning back so the overhead lighting illuminated my dick) I made sure he could see my full erection. Working a thick white lather over my wet cock I kept an eye out for any intruders or cleaners armed with bleach (not a cleaning agent you want to be rubbing one off with!)

Peering through the glass I saw those thick thighs turning towards me, moving closer to the glass. As he moved nearer I could feel his overpowering presence. At almost 6 foot 8 I felt dwarfed and suddenly a bit vulnerable (if this guy chose to beat down the glass and ravage me like a rabid sex-pest I reckon it would take more than a cleaner armed with a mop and some spray to save me!) Although this terrified and excited me I decided that if he did force-fuck me with my legs in the air I might not struggle – but please God not doggy!(My knees would not hold up on these hard tiles!)

Still enjoying the thought of being invaded by my neighbour I stared blankly ahead through the glass. Watching the dark shadows moving around I was snapped out of my daze by a large pink circle on the glass between us. Looking more closely and reassuring myself that a giant leech was not clinging to the shower cubicle I blinked and gazed a bit harder. Relieved, I realised that he was prodding the glass with his swollen rod. Unsure what to do with this gesture I decided to wait. My other options were to tap the glass (which I thought were a bit special-needs-at-the-aquarium) or spin around and press my cheeks again it (which I know is never a flattering look). Watching his large glans rubbing across the glass I followed the line of foreskin up and along to his pubes – this guy had an enormous cock! As he wafted it away I could have mistaken it for a third forearm (which on him was also huge). Suddenly even my favourite fuck position would prove a bit painful (ok, maybe just at the start. With a bit of lube, maybe some deep rimming…Ok, I digress…)

Although I appreciated the fine specimen next to me, and was mentally planning a full-fuck session, I needed more than the gay equivalent of an ant farm. Turning the shower off, I grabbed my towel and headed for a steam, tucking my hard cock somewhat-subtly across my hip. Opening the steam room door I clocked an older guy leaning against the wall to my right and a young Arabic-looking guy perched on the first step to my left. Both had their towels draped over their laps, their clammy ass cheeks sticking to the warm tiles. As I entered I did notice some hasty towel movement but I chose to ignore this and positioned myself right in the middle, not too close to either (I didn’t really feel like batting off any wandering hands). Leaning back and massaging my moist body I did catch one or two glimpses exchanged between my steam mates and a suggestive gesture in my direction – but I had a bigger dish to try. (Also, I didn’t especially fancy wading my way through a jungle of curly or grey pubes to get to a very unnecessarily hidden treasure). Simply watching me stretching and massaging my tightening body clearly was not what my companions wanted and they swiftly exited, semi erections bobbing cheerily under damp towels.

Interrupting my pert aloofness was the giant, ducking under the doorway and leering into the steamy gloom. Subtly peering across at him I finally got a full view: his thick thighs did not disappoint- as his towel clung tightly to the plumped muscles, glazed with dark black hair. Scanning his glistening body, I momentarily ignored the bulge between his legs as I was too greedy to digest the full package. Tight, hairy abs gave way to large fuzzy pecs, his nipples teased hard by clipped dark hair around them. I felt something drip off my chin and wasn’t sure if it was sweat or drool – in reality it was probably both! My eyes followed the dark, groomed chest hair up towards kempt stubble, framing a heavy-set jaw, fully equipped with a manly dimple. I slowly dragged my eyes higher whilst pondering my next move: shall I flick them up to his and then back down again (a coy and alluring display)? Or should I raise them directly to his, blink softly but maintain eye contact, then lean back, my head cocked to one side, and give my growing bulge a good squeeze, dropping my eyes to my crotch to make sure he noticed?

Well, in reality either would have been better than what really happened. Deciding the latter was a better option, I flicked my eyes up to his but was caught off guard by the fact that he was already staring at me, his furrowed brow and dark eyes intimidating me (despite my determination to feign a seasoned-steam-slut). Startled, my hand slipped on the wet bench and I descended in slow motion towards the puddled floor. As I landed on the tiles, before I could hoist myself up, my hero reached out and plucked me off the floor. As he clasped my hand his towel unfurled and slinked down his legs, his cock springing loose. Pulling me up, whilst trying to grab his towel, my cheek brushed his warm, pubic-limb. Yet again I nearly lost an eye in a sexual encounter (note to self: never try and teach a macaw to talk dirty).

Wanting to laugh at my clumsiness and his dick thwacking me in the face I smiled and reclaimed my spot in the steam, surprised and relieved that there were no (other) witnesses. Also feeling his way through the steam back to his initial spot my hung helper blurted an apology. Acknowledging his apology I smiled again, my eyes drawn to his half covered cock. Noticing my disobedient (and greedy) eyes he shunted forward, the towel slowly riding higher and off his shaft. Again my eyes betrayed any subtlety as I continued to stare at his slowly growing tool. I could see a large vein over the top of his fleshy cock pulsing and filling his throbbing marrow. Unable to take my eyes off of this third leg I could see some pre-cum glisten on his inner thigh, nearly half way to his knee!

Half entranced I stood up and lumbered across the steam to sit beside him. Shuffling closer I licked my lips as I reached out for this awesome piece of equipment. My arm slithered over his tundra of thigh and swiftly grasped the thick shaft. Unable to fit my fingers fully around his dick I slowly started to stroke his expectant cock. Working my hands down, peeling back thick, pink foreskin I could see a beautifully smooth glans emerging. As my eyes descended the soft, shiny slopes of his bell-end I worked my hands up to squeeze out a pearly bubble of precum from his dick. Using my other hand I slid my palm over his head and down the side of his rock hard tool. Swapping my hands over, I worked them simultaneous over his lubed head and down the sides of his turgid and veiny cock. Weaving my nimble hands all over his cock I coated his entire pole in his fresh, warm pre-jizz. Leaning back to marvel at his dinosaur dong I held the base and felt him pulse his head to show me his dick at maximum capacity (again I think I lost a moment in time as I was mesmorised by its beauty).

Drawn in by my very own totem pole I felt my eager mouth being sucked in (pardon the pun) by its gravitational pull. I edged closer as my mouth yawned opened. Like some kind of nympho narcoleptic I was drawn downwards to his cock. Leering towards his throbbing dick like an extra from Night of the Living Head, my mouth was nearly stretched to capacity as it encircled his swollen member. Working his crotch-beast inside my salivating mouth I closed my lips around his dick not even half way down (and I was at eye watering, gut wrenching depth!) I continued to slurp my way up and down his concrete cock, my mouth beginning to ache as I forced him deeper. Feeling like I was fellating a baseball bat I began to question if I was enjoying this or whether its sheer magnitude (and my greed) was outweighing the onset of jaw cramp! Sensing my faltering determination he placed his ogre-sized hands behind my head and forced my mouth deeper. Nearly bringing up my protein shake, I managed to retreat before suffocating on his cock. Deciding that his aggression was a turn-on (and not a deterrent) I opted to be impassioned and keep going (rather than huff off, one hand on hip, like a pouting tea-pot).

As my barbaric blowjob continued I felt a sudden ease and peace, my jaw simply hung open like a bad special effect from The Ring. He proceeded to fuck my face, like I was a toothless granny and he was a randy geriatric nurse. Despite his undeniably gorgeous body, rocking cock and gruff manly nature, he was not the most creative lover – still humping my very bored and tired orifice. Realising that I may have to have facial reconstructive surgery after this encounter I withdrew from his persistently perky penis and lie back, languidly draped across the steam room bench. Manually locking my jaw back in place and wiping the sweat from my eyes I opened them to see the Jolly Keen Giant straddling my limp legs. Without a word he knelt over me, bellowed what can only be described as a grizzly’s call of the wild, and dumped half a ton of man-tadpoles all over me. Aroused by the garden hose dousing me (but simultaneously concerned that if his load dried I would be cocooned here forever) I stroked my responsive cock. Rubbing his love-load all over me and tweaking my nipples I felt his flaccid cock nestled against my warm cheeks as I came across his hairy pecs. Scooping up his towel he leaned in for a post-anonymous-play peck and left. Satiated and exhausted I continued to steam, basking in the warmth like a plug-in jizzy air freshener.

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