This is a half true story. I leave it here for your enjoyment. Let me know if you like it and I’ll post more.
When I was 15 going on 16, I worked at a restaurant with a bunch of friends from school. We were busboys and kitchen staff. One friend was named John and we were fairly new friends even though we’d known each other since middle school. John was about my height—5.10 and growing, about my weight—150 lbs., same blond hair as me but with very blue eyes to my hazel. We looked like brothers and John was hot. I was ok, but John was one of the best looking guys in our class.
At that time my dad had joined a club downtown and it had a great weight room and gym. I went with my dad a few times and got the lay of the land. It had a great weight room, basketball court, racquetball courts, and a really nice lap pool/steam room/sauna/hot tub area. It was a male only gym and locker room, so all these middle aged guys walked around naked. My dad called it his fat old man gym and he basically just went to sit in the hot tub and read a book.
I’d been working out there for about 3 months by the end of summer. And, because I was 15, the work showed off pretty well. I hadn’t gained much mass but my arms were a little bigger, I had the beginnings of abs and pecs, and my shoulders were coming along. I was still mostly hairless other than an average bush and some armpit hair. I was a late bloomer and would not get chest hair until college and after, so at 15 I was a typical twink sophomore.
After school started I turned 16 and kept working at the restaurant. So did John. We both played soccer and in the high school locker room and during shirts/skins games John saw my progress. He asked me what I was doing and I told him I’d been going to the gym. Our high school gym was pretty low rent and no one really liked to work out there, so I invited John to work out with me after school one day. I had become friends with the manager over the summer and he let me bring John for free (they typically charged for guests). It became a routine that John and I would hit the gym around 3:30 when we got out of school. The gym had workout clothes for the members to change into because it was in an office building and a lot of the members came down to workout during lunch. The “uniform”, as I called it, was a grey t-shirt, blue gym shorts, and a jock strap. I never really thought much about it and I always wore the clothes provided. John didn’t like wearing the shorts (they were kinda short and were not in fashion at all) and he always brought his own. But he wore the jock and t-shirt. And damn did he look good in a jock. He had a much nicer ass than I did and the jockstraps framed it perfectly. It was white with two perfect globe cheeks. He had a sexy tan line from his waist to his lower thigh. He was so hot in that jock I still jerk off to the memory.
As I said, John looked a lot like me, but he had these piercing blue eyes, like Ryan Gosling, a model’s face, and a killer smile. I had a big crush on him, but of course he didn’t know that. When we changed we’d do what boys that age do a lot–turn away from each other and pull our shorts on and off fast, so no one saw our dicks. And we never got fully naked. We’d just workout and change back into our school clothes and go home and shower. When I wasn’t with John, I’d often shower there and go steam. The locker room had a great steam room that was a huge square with tiered bench seats. It was usually empty and I’d just lay down and relax for as long as I could stand the heat. Then I’d shower and leave. I loved the way the steam made my skin soft after. And I won’t lie, sometimes I’d jerk off in there if the place was empty.
John and I worked out like this for about a month. One day I had a dinner party to go to with my parents and I needed to shower at the gym to make it on time. I told John I was going to shower after and he said OK. I didn’t think much of it to be honest, but deep down I hoped he’d join me. After our workout I took off my shoes and put them away in my locker and walked in my gym clothes to the shower area where the towels were and you could leave your dirty clothes in a hamper. I took off my shirt and shorts and then I saw John walking up behind me.
He said, “Hey, figured I’d check out this steam room you always talk about,” with a smile on his face. Damn he was cute. He knew it too and he was a huge flirt, but he acted that way with everyone so I didn’t read into it. I was standing there in nothing but a jockstrap, kind of shocked and kind of turned on. I could see John look me over and take in my fairly worked out body in the jock. He undressed as well and I got us both towles. I handed him his towel and got my first real look at him naked. I’d seem him shirtless tons of times in the gym and playing soccer, but I’d never seen his cock before. I was a little shocked because it was kind of small. I have a fair sized dick, maybe bigger than most, but his was like 1.5 inches long and pretty small in circumference. He was circumcised at least, but his limp dick was about the size of my pinky. Despite that, he looked great, like a young adonis (all those Greeks had small dicks too!).
We wrapped our towels around our waists and went to the steam room. It was pretty thick with steam and hard to see much past a few feet. I walked over to the far side and sat down on the top row bench and John sat below me and laid down. There was no one else in there. When John laid down, he put his hands behind his head so I could see his pits, and he stretched out so his towel fell down a little and I could see the top half of his pubes. By this point I had a half wood, but I hid it under the towel. We talked for awhile and then decided it was hot and we went to the showers. The showers in this place had stalls, but with two shower heads per stall. We each got in our own stall, though, and cleaned up. We dressed and left and I went to my dinner party and John went home.
This started a new routine, where we’d workout, steam, and shower. Each time I got to see more and more of John naked and we got to be a lot less shy in front of each other. After a month or so, we’d take off our clothes by the locker and just walk naked to the steam room, like all the old men did. We weren’t afraid of being naked anymore and we got a lot more comfortable with it. I was still scared I’d pop a boner checking John out, and maybe he was a little shy about his small dick, but it felt good to be so freely naked.
After a while, I discovered what the little shower within the steam room was for–you could pull a chain and cold water would come out and cool you off. So I started doing that, and kind of showing off John in the process because I have a pretty dick and I knew it.
One day I got up to cool off in the steamroom and I must have been more excited than I thought I was when I was sitting down, because after I got wet I looked down and I had half wood that was showing off pretty well. I wasn't’ fully hard, but there was no doubt I was excited. John noticed and pointed at my dick and said, “Damn Joe, nice boner! HAHHAHA!”
I tried to play it off, but I’m sure I blushed. I laughed and said, “You know how it is, sometimes my dick has a mind of its own. I just get random hardons!” and I grabbed my junk and shook it a little. My dick is about 6-7 inches hard, and I was at about 5-6 at this point. Walking back to my bench I went over to John and swung my dick in his face, just fooling around. It was hard to tell, but he looked a little too long to not like it. I sat back down next to him. By that point, my dick was fully hard and pointing straight out from my body. I sat there and kind of played with it, pulling it down and watching it pop back up and slap my stomach. I was just screwing around and fucking with John, but I was super fucking hard and horney as hell.
I said, “Dude, I’m so fucking hard right now, I don’t know if I can walk out of here like this.” John said, “I know man, I’m getting hard too,” and sure enough his little cock was pretty hard as well. He was about 4-5 inches hard (a grower for sure), but still skinny in girth. We actually had pretty similar cocks–both straight with a circumcision scar, head in proportion to our girth. But his dick was like ½ the size of mine.
I said, “Well, what are we going to do about it…?” as I continued to play with my cock. I stared at him and he looked back and me and smiled and said, “Dude, I need to bust a nut. Let’s just jerk it in here.” I was sold!
We sat next to each other on the top bench and started stroking. We didn’t look at each other and he had his eyes closed most of the time. I was checking him out on the sly and having a blast. I had to stop after a minute because I was close to busting and I wanted it to last. John sat there, eyes closed, feet and legs stretched out jerking as hard as he could. He opened his eyes and I could see him take a quick glance at my dick, that I was slowly stroking. His balls were slapping against his thighs as he jerked furiously. I saw him tense up and his chest developed a deep shade of red as he approached climax. I saw him take another quick glance at my dick, then he busted all over his stomach. He shot 3 nice ropes of cum, but it was nothing compared to the deluge I let go 5 seconds later. I shot 6 or 7 times. The first shot went over my head and hit the wall. The next got my face, then chest, then stomach. I was covered in cum.
John laughed and said, “Shit Joe! That’s the biggest nut I’ve ever seen!” I laughed back, half out of breath from my massive orgasm and just said, “Yeah….that…was…needed…ohh man…wow…” I sat there, catching my breath and closed my eyes for a second, letting the orgasm take over my body as I went through my post-nut-high. I opened my eyes and John was wiping himself off with a towel. I grabbed my towel and wiped the cum off my torso, but I forgot about the cum on my face. John had a huge grin on his face and said, “Joe, you still have cum on your face. You fucking slut! You look like you just sucked a dick! Hahahahha!”
He thought it was hilarious. I wiped my face with my hand and came away with a pile of cum. I acted like I was going to wipe in on John and he backed away laughing. I chased him for a few steps and then stopped and wiped the cum on my towel. I was still half hard when we walked out, but there was no one in the shower area at all. We threw our towels in the hamper and got two fresh ones and walked to the stalls. I got in my usual stall and then John joined me in same stall. That had never happened before, but I guess when you jerk off together you shower together.
We washed our hair and soaped up. All I could do was watch John wash his ass, which I swear he did for like 3 minutes. Then I was hard again. John turned around and saw me watching him and saw my dick. He played it off and said, “Fuck Joe! Again?” I said, “Yeah, it’s been like 3 days since I jerked off, I guess I’m still horney.” Then I noticed he was getting hard again too.
We didn’t say another word to each other. I got some soap and started jerking off again and he did the same thing. We were standing across from each other, not looking at each other, but not looking away either. Just two dudes jerking off in the shower. I came pretty quick and shot my load into my hand. John followed me by about a minute and shot his load on the floor and it washed into the drain. We looked at each other and grinned and kind of gave a “Whew, that was fun” look to each other. Then we got out, toweled off, got dressed and went home, like nothing had ever happened. Of course, more was about to happen.
After that we became semi-regular jerk off buddies. We’d jerk off in the steamroom if no one was around, then shower together and go home. After a few weeks of this, I started to be a little more bold in my checking John out while jerking off. I noticed he closed his eyes less and less and played with his balls (was he playing with his ass too?) more and more. I thought up, what I thought, was a clever way to take it to the next level. One day I said, “Hey, let’s see who can get off first, like a race.” Because guys love competing, right? John was game, as usual. Then I upped the ante. I said, “What does the winner get?” John shrugged and thought for a second. Then he said, “Loser gets cummed on!” Praise the lord! That’s exactly what I wanted him to say!
So the bet began. Honestly, I didn’t care if I won or lost, I was a winner either way. So I took my time jerking off and sure enough I could see John getting close. He tensed up, got red in his chest like he always did, and started to make his O face. I just watched him, loving every second. He stood up and over me, then shot his load. All over my face. I wish I could say I sucked his dick, but I didn’t have the courage. I took his load and let a little into my mouth. It tasted salty, but good. John was laughing his ass off and I tried to act annoyed. I wiped his cum off my face and made my next move–I used it as lube to jerk off. I don’t know if he even noticed, but I loved it and I blew my load almost immediately. All our cum was mixed on my body by that point and John was toweling off and walking to the shower. I took a little more of the cum and ate it. God, it was so fucking good. Then I cleaned myself up and joined him in the shower.
Little by little, we got more adventurous. Cum shots became a challange to see who could cum on whose face first. I usually lost (on purpose), but I got him a few times as well. Once I timed it perfectly and shot a little into his mouth. John didn’t complain so I felt like I was making progress. One day we were just sitting there talking, not jerking off or anything, and sex came up. John had a hot girlfriend, but he was complaining about how he never got a blowjob from her. I said, “I’ve never had a blowjob before.” John replied, “What?! Dude, it’s the best! It feels soooo good. If they do it right. I mean, if she uses teeth, it fucking hurts.” I said, “I’ve never even had a handjob, to be honest with you.” John was incredulous. “What?! Joe, you’re a good looking guy, how have you not had a handjob yet?” “I don’t know, I just never had the opportunity.”
And with that, John reached out and grabbed my cock (which was rock hard by now), and gave it few tugs. He smiled at me and laughed and said, “There, now you’ve had a handjob!” I laughed back and said, “Damn, that did feel good.” I let that comment linger a little too long. I stared at him a little too long. Then I said, “Want to swap handjobs?” Silence. For like 15 seconds. I panicked inside. My heart was racing. I could see John was thinking, but what I had no idea. I’ve fucked this up, I thought.
Then John said, “Sure man. We just can’t tell anybody about it” and he smiled at me. That smile melted me. I laughed back at him and played with my dick a little, then I looked at him and reached for his dick. He was rock hard. He leaned back and let me go to town. I jerked him for a while, then he jerked me for a while, then we jerked each other. I was trying to wait to cum, but he caught me off guard with a few strokes and I busted out of nowhere. The cum went all over both of us. He let go of my cock and I moved to his cock. Then, as he was getting close, he pushed my head down onto his cock, forcefully, like it was not an option. He held it there with both hands while I jerked the last few strokes and within 10 seconds of him grabbing my head he was cuming in my mouth. He fucking exploded!
I had never sucked a dick before, let alone swallowed. I gagged and almost threw up. I let all the cum fall out of my mouth onto his dick. He let go of my head, but I kept it there and went back to sucking him for his last few ropes of cum. He pulled me off and said, “Wow. That was amazing. Uh, sorry about that dude, I couldn’t resist and I wanted to nut so bad.” I said, “I guess it’s alright, as long as you do that for me.”
From that day on, we swapped BJs in the steam room or shower most days. We never did it anywhere else and we never told anyone about it. It was our secret workout cooldown plan.
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