Close Encounters - Sonny

Before I moved to where I currently live I shared an apartment with a work colleague. The closest gym to me was just around the corner and it was frequented by a lot of elderly men and women. It was more of a community club, with a pool, sauna and steam room and a very small gym with a few different machines and a tiny free weight section. I was 22 at the time and fresh out of university so I didn’t want to pay much and the membership was cheap. I fell into a good routine where I would work out 4-5 times a week and I was probably the fittest I’ve ever been. I would go around the same time every day (midday) depending on what work I was doing from home and that was where I met Sonny.

Obviously Sonny is a pseudonym but I actually never learnt the guys real name either. I’ve named him Sonny because he was pretty much the perfect definition of a hippie and it sounds like a hippie name to me. He wore baggy clothes, had long hair that he’d partially made into dreadlocks. He wore a shell necklace, you know “the type”. He was white, very tall probably 6’4” and rather skinny. He was very well toned but not much muscle. He spent a lot of his time in the gym doing yoga or running on the treadmill. I later learned that he was a yoga instructor and to be honest I was not surprised.

After a good gym session I would always change into my swim shorts and do a few casual laps of the pool to warm down. If I felt like it I would relax in the steam room to ease my muscles. I’ll post another story sometime about a guy I met in the steam room and took home to fuck. Anyway, Sonny would sometimes come into the gym at the same time as I but we never seemed to cross paths in the locker room until eventually one day I had to cut my workout short to take an important phone call. After the phone call I decided to call it a day and have a shower before going home, I didn’t feel like doing for a swim. Sometimes when I was finished I wouldn’t shower at the gym since I lived so close but I liked showing off a little bit. I guess I’m a bit of an Exhibitionist. Not to mention the elderly men would never wear towels, a generation thing I believe, so it’s not like I was the odd one out or anything. It was very liberating. I guess Sonny like the freedom and au natural vibe as well, he seemed like the kind of guy that would be into that. The locker room was a large open square with lockers against each wall, there was a short corridor to the showers where you could hang your towel and dry off. The showers were just around the corner, all open with two cubicles for disabled members. The open showers were positioned in an L shape and there were two shower heads in the corner that overlapped. These were my favourite because you could stand under two streams which was really relaxing.

Anyway, after I had my shower I started to dry off in the designated area when Sonny came into the locker room. I slowed down what I was doing, taking my time and pretending to be thorough. Sonny stripped to his briefs and grabbed his towel before heading to the showers. As he walked by I took a quick glance at his package and oh boy was I not disappointed. His briefs were straining at the seams trying to contain an absolute monster. I could feel myself starting to get hard and knew that I couldn’t stop it. I turned around to face the wall whilst I finished drying off hoping he wouldn’t notice. I heard a soft *thwack* noise and peeked over my shoulder. Sonny had his back to me and had taking his briefs down. I imagine the sound came from his dick finally being released from its confines and smacking against his bean pole thighs. I threw my towel around my waist and walked back to my locker and heard Sonny start one of the showers. I wouldn’t normally bother covering up but I needed to hide my now rock hard erection and I needed it to go down fast.

It took a while to go down, about as long as it took Sonny to shower. I had barely finished getting dressed before I heard the shower stop. I had positioned my cock so that if I got hard again it wouldn’t be noticeable. I still had to put on my socks and shoes so I sat on one of the benches that stood in the middle of the locker room. A couple of elderly men were walking around doing their own thing. Chatting to friends that they had met at the gym and had now turned each workout into a social event. No one noticed that I had sat myself to the right of where Sonny’s locker was. I had decided not to position myself in front of his locker because then I would only see his ass and it would look suspicious since mine was nowhere near his. From the right, side on, I thought I would get a perfect profile of what he was packing.

He sauntered out of the showers, still slightly wet, with water rolling down his thin frame. He had his towel draped around his shoulders and nothing to cover his modesty. To this day, he had the biggest soft cock I have ever seen. I’ve written previously about my friend from university with a very large soft dick but Sonny was bigger. His cock was swinging outrageously from side to side with every step he took, slapping against his thighs making a wet slapping noise. He had a very thick bush and light treasure trail leading down to his crotch which almost looked like an arrow pointing down to the good stuff. I would say that Sonny was at least 8” soft and extremely thick, probably 6-7”. His soft dick was most definitely bigger than mine hard. For that matter, bigger than any other dick I’ve seen hard to this day. I imagine he was probably a shower since I don’t think there’s any way humanly possible that his dick could have gotten any bigger. I told myself at the time that he’s likely to have fluffed in the shower, being an Exhibitionist like myself he probably wanted to show off so perhaps he wasn’t completely soft. But it didn’t matter. I was in awe.

He walked straight past me and up to his locker where I had a great view of his cock and balls from side on. His balls didn’t match the rest of his appendage. They were rather small and hung low but not too low. His dick made them look tiny. He opened his locker and took his phone out and stood texting for a while. I kept glancing over taking several mental pictures and trying to memorise every detail I could. I got hard very quickly. I eventually managed to put on both my socks and shoes at a rather slow pace and knew I had to leave soon before anybody noticed my voyeuristic behaviour. I stood up and gathered my gym bag. Walked back to my locker to made sure I hadn’t left anything behind before heading for the door. I had to walk past Sonny’s locker to exit the locker room and as I past by I saw him look at me and we locked eyes. He nodded to me and said, “ See you later,” the first and only words he ever said to me.

From that day on we frequently ended up showering and changing at roughly the same time. I would always have showered first and as if by coincidence he would come in 5-10 minutes later and put on a show for me. Eventually there came a time where we ended up working out at the same time, only a short distance from each other in the gym. He was instructing a girl on her form and was quite clearly checking her out at the same time. The spell broke for me that day and I realised that I had been lusting after a rather unattractive straight man all because of his monster cock. I’m ashamed to say it’s not the first time and it hasn’t been the last either.

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