This stud follows me, as I'm about to take shower after workout. Usually I would just change quickly and go home but today I had to take shower at the gym, since I had another appointment right after that and didn't want to lose time, going home. We both walk into the showers — it's a small 9 ft x 12 ft room with a bench and towel rack on the right side, and four shower heads on the left side, without any dividers between them. I pull off my trunks quickly and leave them on the bench. Then I go to the furthest shower head and turn it on, letting the water flow down. It takes some time to find the right temperature. I squeeze out some shower gel and start soaping myself, with my front facing the corner. Despite my strong desire to strike a gaze on the guy next to me, I try to ignore him. But my body is more difficult to deceive...
My cock slowly starts hardening. I try to ignore it and think about something else but it doesn't help.
"Nice ass, boy", a deep voice from behind surprises me and make my cock twitch.
I turn my head and look at the stud. He stands under the water flow in all his beauty, staring at me with a smile. Involuntary my gaze wanders down to the massive shaft hanging between his thighs. It was just a short moment but the guy notices it and to tease me more, he shakes his hips making that python swing left and right.
"Hahah, you like what you see?"
I turn back and try to avoid him. But then I feel how he steps closer, stoping just inches away from me. And then... a loud smack hits my butt, echoing over the room. I jerk and turn around, "What are you doing?". At that moment I just hope nobody else is in the locker room and can't hear that.
"I couldn't help by the view of that ass. It would be so nice to pound it," he scans my body and stops at my crotch, "Oh... somebody's little dick is already excited", he puts his hand on my rock hard cock, making it completely disappear wrapped by his palm, and squeezes it slightly. An intense joy strokes through my whole body.
"Please, stop," my voice trembles, "I'm not into that..." I lie. That's exactly what I have dreamt of but at this moment it feels too frightening.
"You sure? I've seen how you've been undressing me with your eyes for the last hour. How you hungrily inspected those muscles as I was working out," he raises his left arm and flexes his bicep, "Tell me, you don't like it. Tell me, that's not what you want...," I could push a word out of me. He was right. Hundred percent right. "I thought so". He let my cock go, just for a moment, to grab it with his index finger and thumb, and starts slowly jerking me off. "I like how small it is. I don't even need to use my whole hand". With the other hand he grabs my throat, not too firm to hurt but just enough to hold me in place. Up and down, up and down, up and down... he strikes my dicklet, while I give out some quiet moans. My hands go up to his hairy chest and I begin massaging it, feeling the row power of his body. All this time we keep an eye contact. Up and down, up and down, faster and faster — he controls my pace. I'm getting closer. He knows it — he sees that in my eyes. He doesn't say anything just stares and smirks. Then again slower. My cock is already pulsating. Up... down... up... and down... it's almost there... up... I can't control it anymore... and he let it go. Nothing. I feel destroyed. He brought me so close just to let it go. My cock is throbbing to finish what this stud started. I move my hand down but the guy stops it. He shakes his head, "No, boy. We don't wanna make a mess here. You can go with me and I'll show you what I can do with you". He turns around and grabs his towel from the rack to dry himself off. As he walks out of the showers, he doesn't even look back at me. He knows that I'll follow.
