Hey - not too much. I'm always nervous when it's in a locker room and we could get busted anytime. Sometimes when the situation and guy is so hot, that urge to cum happens really fast like a switch is flipped.
Adventures In The Open Showers
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Oh, I understand that. JC, does the risk of being busted by someone make you more excited you more or not? Strange question Ik, just curious
I think more.Oh, I understand that. JC, does the risk of being busted by someone make you more excited you more or not? Strange question Ik, just curious
Hi Rob! Sorry I never replied to your very kind comment before. I've been back a few times and tried to finish this story the right way but up until now all I had was drafts. I think I might finally have the ending almost ready to post
You've inspired me and I think I might publish something properly. I don't know if anyone will read it but I enjoy writing so why not try?
It might make enough to pay for my gym membership lol
Thanks again.
I should have the last chapter up on here soon.
Well, this chapter was easier than I expected and I decided to try out something new with a fantastical dream scene. I really enjoyed writing this, unbound by physics and reality. I might have to consider writing more fantastical dream sequences in the future! Let me know what you think.
You might think I was ashamed after this, confused about what had happened and maybe even thinking about doubling-down on my “straightness”. Instead, my cock was in full control for the next twenty four hours.
Obviously, being 18, I was a wankaholic at the best of times. Back then I could wake up with a hard one, shoot two loads in the shower, go to work and be wanking out another load within an hour in one of the toilet cubicles. Another wank on my lunch break. A quick rub in the afternoon. Yet another load when I got home… it wasn’t always like that of course. My girlfriend had demands of me too and any chance I got to fill her wet pussy with my meat was definitely taken.
I guess all young guys are like that though, right? At that age a cock is like a cum factory, so much semen and not enough time to shoot it.
My horniness was through the roof and that night I was laying in bed just playing with my penis and thinking about everything I’d witnessed. I didn’t need any porn, my cock was on edge the whole time. Even though I didn’t know what edging was back then I was just getting started on it naturally, learning when to stop myself, letting my penis relax a little while it dribbled precum on my stomach. Then I would get back to it, thinking about those big dicks rubbing together and imagining what it must have felt like.
I don’t know how long I was laying there before I fell asleep, but I do know that I had one of the best dreams I’ve ever had.
That display in the gym had definitely done something to me. My horny dreams were usually quite standard. I would dream about hooking up with a celebrity, Aniston or Lawrence for example. Sometimes I would have those dreams about sucking my own cock. Most of the time it was about my girlfriend and the feel of her hot pussy while I slide inside her.
This time it was completely different. I can remember almost every distorted and bizarre moment of it.
I was in a big locker room, not the one at the gym but another with a blue stripe along the top of the walls. It was probably built in my mind from bits and pieces of other rooms I’d been in before but it’s interesting to me how the brain invents things needlessly like that. I wonder what it means that our minds embellish like this when we already have so many templates from our memories.
I was naked, of course. My cock was as hard as it had ever been and as I walked toward a big opening into the showers it swung from left to right and back again, wet and shiny. There had been no one around when I walked in and I arrived at my usual spot against the left wall. Even though this room was bigger than the one I usually visited and clearly different, it's funny that I still picked the same spot in the middle of the same wall.
Maybe moments passed and I was showering, or wanking, I don’t know. I remember turning around and seeing Donkey Dave behind me, and Muscle Lad in the corner again, both rubbing their cocks.
I watched and wanked my own. Then I turned around, in a full slow circle, and when I returned to view them again they were right in front of me. They were standing there within a foot of me, staring down. I followed their gaze and all three of our cocks were meeting together between us, dribbling and dripping.
Our tips bumped in a messy wrestling match of slippery collision, our slick domes gliding around and jabbing at each other’s hot muscles. Our three cocks were like that game of Hungry Hippos, twitching and jerking, wagging and thrusting slowly.
In another moment everything changed again, suddenly I looked around and there were more men, all kinds of men with unknown faces and bodies. Again I don't know if they were maybe various men I'd seen naked in the showers over the years, or whether they were just random characters my mind invented.
The whole scene was like an AI generated world.
You ever see those images people create with those AI tools and think it looks like what you remember from a dream, with strange little distortions, blurry wisps and saturated colours?
Cocks were everywhere. Penises were swinging around and being rubbed and played with. To my right a smooth young man not unlike me was watching our dicks intently while he wanked an obscenely long cock that was probably twelve or more inches.
This size thing seemed to be something my brain latched on to because the cocks only seemed to get bigger from there.
To my left an older man was slightly hunched over, he had a giant cock reaching up from his huge balls. He held it like he was carrying a fat pipe in front of his chest so the head was at his mouth, he was licking himself like his obscenely big dick tip was a lollipop while he watched our three penises between us.
Maybe more happened between that and the next segment I can remember but like most dreams it’s a bit disjointed.
The next thing I remember, with almost perfect recollection, is another muscled man with an even more obscenely huge cock standing in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, presenting his muscle like a trophy. This time the penis was just stupidly huge, bizarrely ginormous.
His supernaturally fat and long penis was laying like a fallen tree down the middle of the room. Men were gathered around, arms pumping and bare buttocks humping.
I don't know how this thing could have been attached to that body, but that's dreams for you I guess. It was all biologically impossible, but my brain had invented it all the same.
Donkey Dave grasped me and pulled me by my cock toward the giant dick where men were all standing around wanking off and slapping their penises against the pink flesh of the huge member, or grasping at other cocks around them.
They were all variously big too, even my own cock seemed to have gained a few more inches.
There must have been a fifty or more characters in the room but with so many it was like a big amorphous mess of flesh punctuated by cocks appearing and dribbling, being rubbed or slapping against the huge mound of cock flesh between us all. My perception of all of this seemed to change by the moment. One second I was between Muscle Lad and Donkey wanking my dick in both hands, the next i was beside someone else and staring at their penis just inches from my face while I leaned down and watched intently, his length frotting wetly against the pink flesh of the giant's member.
I once described this dream to a friend a few years later and while I was trying to find a way to accurately describe it I said it was like all these naked men were worshiping at an alter, stroking their cocks, rubbing their erections against the freakishly huge dong.
I'd been led up to the altar to do the same, with Donkey Dave’s hand wrapped around my erection, pulling me forward like he was taking his luggage through an airport.
My cock joined the party. I watched in awe as blurry and forgotten faces and bodies writhed and contorted with pleasure, their inches of delight being rubbed and slapped against the hot flesh of the gargantuan penis owner’s car-sized dick.
Once again Muscle Lad was to the left of me, Donkey Dave to my right, where the huge folds of foreskin on this obscenely giant cock were all bunched up around the top of the exposed red tip. The creases of flesh were gooey with juices where they snaked around the edge of the reddened mound of the huge helmet laying against the tiled floor.
The younger guy with the big meat who’d been standing and watching beside me moments before was now laying over the massive exposed glans, writhing naked on it, his bum humping while his cock rubbed against the flesh beneath him.
I watched as Donkey Dave grasped the folds of wet and glistening foreskin, the flesh like a thick and sloppy scarf. He folded it over his own cock, and began fucking it like it was a pussy, or a toy.
Have you ever had such an insane dream? As I mentioned, I was quite used to having horny dreams about celebs, and waking up with cum pumped out in my sleep, but this was something completely new to me. I don’t think I’ve had any dreams quite like it since, but the finale of the nighttime fantasy was what really sticks in my mind.
Most of the time I wake up from a horny dream just before cumming. You know how frustrating that can be, right? Like when you dream you can suck your own dick and then BAM you’re awake just when you’re about to start spewing your load in your mouth. You can even remember how good it felt, right?
Sometimes I wake up just as my cock is shooting off in my dream, and that’s usually when I pull my duvet away and find my load all over me.
For this dream it felt like the timing was just right.
The massive cock between the gathered men was being continuously covered with cum as dick after dick launched a volley of semen. I somehow stayed inside the dream throughout this, watching as penises splashed ropes of milky white liquid over the pink flesh of the huge penis.
The young man who was writhing all over the dome of the dick was kneeling at the end and it looked like he was fucking the piss hole with his meat, his hands up behind his head, his body thrusting against the very tip of the penis.
Maybe my mind has elaborated on this dream since I had it but I seem to remember the look of absolute pleasure on his face, the dreamy closed-eyed and open-mouthed expression on his youthful features while he enjoyed the wet and warm tunnel of urethra that his engorged foot long dong was gliding inside.
Next to me Muscle Lad was launching his load over the rounded pipe of cock in front of us and to my right Donkey was still fucking the wet folds of skin, his long and slender erection gooey with the precum smothering the creases of flesh he was rubbing within.
I was wanking my dick and watching all of this happening around me, totally engaged in the scenario as though this was all completely normal.
I sometimes wonder about lucid dreaming and what this would have been like if I'd known I was participating in a completely fictional world of my brain's own making. Do you ever wonder that? Instead we exist in these worlds as though we always have been, as though everything we're doing is completely common for us.
A deep and masculine growl echoed through the tiled room and the big man whose ridiculously big cock it was cried out.
The men all around me cheered and hollered, even as semen continued to be splashed like a hundred water pistols loaded with double cream were being fired from every angle to bathe the central meaty mass.
The huge cock thickened and swelled. I remember it seeming comical, like a CGI monster rising from the earth or something. It got fatter, cum from all the cocks around it pouring down the sides, splashes of more hot creamy liquid still spurting off from all angles to shower the tumescent mammoth manhood.
It convulsed violently and another deep groan arrived.
I looked to the right and the young man who I was sure had been fucking the cum hole with his own big dick was pushed back by a flood of white, spurting up in all directions to completely obscure him!
Semen was gushing like a firehose. It was spewing out and the young man was gone, presumably forced back across the floor as the tsunami of ball juice drowned him.
I think I was ready to cum then. I’m surprised I lasted just long enough. The next thing I can remember about the dream is floating in all this semen, like I was in a massive hot tub. The room had already filled with jizz by at least a couple of feet and I was laying in it. Men around me were bathing in it, cocks still being rubbed in friendly fists.
That’s the moment I woke up and had the most intense climax of my life.
I didn’t have time to pull the duvet off me before what I assumed was the first pump of semen shot from my engorged fleshy pipe and reached several inches up my abs under the cotton.
As I pulled the cover away and stared down at my bulging and exposed dome glistening in the light from the TV my rod lurched upward with the power of a wave of climax and another shot of semen erupted from my helmet, shooting right over my head, a splashing of hot juice bathing my face from my brow to the left side of my jaw.
I grabbed my dick and aimed it upward as the climax fully consumed me and I watched as another fountain of jizz launched into the air. It rained down all over my naked body and the sheets, quickly followed by third immense gush of cock cream that seemed to reach even higher before reaching its limit and splashing down.
My mind was lost in the most incredible orgasm and I barely rubbed my penis, I just held it steady, cum dripping down my face, splashes raining down over my chest and abs, my watery ropes of goo erupting in ever decreasing bursts.
I know I moaned aloud without being able to control it. My breathing was laboured. My balls seemed to ache with the power of the climax.
Of course this was all the result of a mixture of things. I was a horny 18 year old who was a little more obsessed with penises than the average young man probably is. I’d experienced something new in the gym showers and it had triggered something more intense inside me. And then I’d edged myself to sleep and denied my cock the release it regularly needed.
No wonder I had that dream. I wasn’t mad about any of it.
As I lay there confused but more satisfied than I’d ever been by a release of cum, the hot liquid cooling all over my naked body, I nursed my nearly spent penis and pulled the last few splashes of semen from my determined rod.
I stroked slowly, my foreskin easing over the swollen dome to bunch up into a spout dribbling more pearly juice, delivering it to the large lake of jizz filling my bellybutton and overflowing coolly along the valleys of my abs, dripping down my sides to the bed below.
Scenes from my dream filled my mind. All those cocks, the massive one the man was licking, the big one the young guy was using to fuck the giant penis, Donkey’s dong thrusting in the folds of the giant’s foreskin… it all kept me milking my meat for the next ten minutes as the orgasm just kind of swelled and ebbed inside me.
When I finally came to my senses and decided I needed to clean up it was almost two in the morning. I crept to the bathroom, my seven inch gooey muscle still half hard and leading the way. My semen was dripping and rolling down my naked body.
I should have used something to at least try to mop up the lake of cum on my stomach but my mind wasn't working correctly. I kind of cupped my hand under my navel and slowly rose, trying to hold it all close to my body while it slopped like egg white around my attempted dam and flowed over my hips and down my inner thighs.
I quickly showered and dried off, just a quick rinse to avoid waking anyone else, but enough to be satisfied that I was relatively clean.
Returning to my bedroom I noticed the pouring cum streaking down the wall at the head of my bed and grabbed the nearest t-shirt I could find on the floor, dabbing at it to clean the evidence away.
I pulled the cover sheet off my bed and dabbed at the wet puddles where my semen had soaked through.
Had I really shot so much semen? I could pump quite big loads but this mess seemed ridiculous at the time.
As I lay there for another few moments, thinking about the dream, I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait another few days before going back to the gym on my usual schedule. I’d need to put in another visit the next day, even if none of my regular obsessions would be present. I was drawn to it.
I never thought it would pay off the way it did.
You might think I was ashamed after this, confused about what had happened and maybe even thinking about doubling-down on my “straightness”. Instead, my cock was in full control for the next twenty four hours.
Obviously, being 18, I was a wankaholic at the best of times. Back then I could wake up with a hard one, shoot two loads in the shower, go to work and be wanking out another load within an hour in one of the toilet cubicles. Another wank on my lunch break. A quick rub in the afternoon. Yet another load when I got home… it wasn’t always like that of course. My girlfriend had demands of me too and any chance I got to fill her wet pussy with my meat was definitely taken.
I guess all young guys are like that though, right? At that age a cock is like a cum factory, so much semen and not enough time to shoot it.
My horniness was through the roof and that night I was laying in bed just playing with my penis and thinking about everything I’d witnessed. I didn’t need any porn, my cock was on edge the whole time. Even though I didn’t know what edging was back then I was just getting started on it naturally, learning when to stop myself, letting my penis relax a little while it dribbled precum on my stomach. Then I would get back to it, thinking about those big dicks rubbing together and imagining what it must have felt like.
I don’t know how long I was laying there before I fell asleep, but I do know that I had one of the best dreams I’ve ever had.
That display in the gym had definitely done something to me. My horny dreams were usually quite standard. I would dream about hooking up with a celebrity, Aniston or Lawrence for example. Sometimes I would have those dreams about sucking my own cock. Most of the time it was about my girlfriend and the feel of her hot pussy while I slide inside her.
This time it was completely different. I can remember almost every distorted and bizarre moment of it.
I was in a big locker room, not the one at the gym but another with a blue stripe along the top of the walls. It was probably built in my mind from bits and pieces of other rooms I’d been in before but it’s interesting to me how the brain invents things needlessly like that. I wonder what it means that our minds embellish like this when we already have so many templates from our memories.
I was naked, of course. My cock was as hard as it had ever been and as I walked toward a big opening into the showers it swung from left to right and back again, wet and shiny. There had been no one around when I walked in and I arrived at my usual spot against the left wall. Even though this room was bigger than the one I usually visited and clearly different, it's funny that I still picked the same spot in the middle of the same wall.
Maybe moments passed and I was showering, or wanking, I don’t know. I remember turning around and seeing Donkey Dave behind me, and Muscle Lad in the corner again, both rubbing their cocks.
I watched and wanked my own. Then I turned around, in a full slow circle, and when I returned to view them again they were right in front of me. They were standing there within a foot of me, staring down. I followed their gaze and all three of our cocks were meeting together between us, dribbling and dripping.
Our tips bumped in a messy wrestling match of slippery collision, our slick domes gliding around and jabbing at each other’s hot muscles. Our three cocks were like that game of Hungry Hippos, twitching and jerking, wagging and thrusting slowly.
In another moment everything changed again, suddenly I looked around and there were more men, all kinds of men with unknown faces and bodies. Again I don't know if they were maybe various men I'd seen naked in the showers over the years, or whether they were just random characters my mind invented.
The whole scene was like an AI generated world.
You ever see those images people create with those AI tools and think it looks like what you remember from a dream, with strange little distortions, blurry wisps and saturated colours?
Cocks were everywhere. Penises were swinging around and being rubbed and played with. To my right a smooth young man not unlike me was watching our dicks intently while he wanked an obscenely long cock that was probably twelve or more inches.
This size thing seemed to be something my brain latched on to because the cocks only seemed to get bigger from there.
To my left an older man was slightly hunched over, he had a giant cock reaching up from his huge balls. He held it like he was carrying a fat pipe in front of his chest so the head was at his mouth, he was licking himself like his obscenely big dick tip was a lollipop while he watched our three penises between us.
Maybe more happened between that and the next segment I can remember but like most dreams it’s a bit disjointed.
The next thing I remember, with almost perfect recollection, is another muscled man with an even more obscenely huge cock standing in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, presenting his muscle like a trophy. This time the penis was just stupidly huge, bizarrely ginormous.
His supernaturally fat and long penis was laying like a fallen tree down the middle of the room. Men were gathered around, arms pumping and bare buttocks humping.
I don't know how this thing could have been attached to that body, but that's dreams for you I guess. It was all biologically impossible, but my brain had invented it all the same.
Donkey Dave grasped me and pulled me by my cock toward the giant dick where men were all standing around wanking off and slapping their penises against the pink flesh of the huge member, or grasping at other cocks around them.
They were all variously big too, even my own cock seemed to have gained a few more inches.
There must have been a fifty or more characters in the room but with so many it was like a big amorphous mess of flesh punctuated by cocks appearing and dribbling, being rubbed or slapping against the huge mound of cock flesh between us all. My perception of all of this seemed to change by the moment. One second I was between Muscle Lad and Donkey wanking my dick in both hands, the next i was beside someone else and staring at their penis just inches from my face while I leaned down and watched intently, his length frotting wetly against the pink flesh of the giant's member.
I once described this dream to a friend a few years later and while I was trying to find a way to accurately describe it I said it was like all these naked men were worshiping at an alter, stroking their cocks, rubbing their erections against the freakishly huge dong.
I'd been led up to the altar to do the same, with Donkey Dave’s hand wrapped around my erection, pulling me forward like he was taking his luggage through an airport.
My cock joined the party. I watched in awe as blurry and forgotten faces and bodies writhed and contorted with pleasure, their inches of delight being rubbed and slapped against the hot flesh of the gargantuan penis owner’s car-sized dick.
Once again Muscle Lad was to the left of me, Donkey Dave to my right, where the huge folds of foreskin on this obscenely giant cock were all bunched up around the top of the exposed red tip. The creases of flesh were gooey with juices where they snaked around the edge of the reddened mound of the huge helmet laying against the tiled floor.
The younger guy with the big meat who’d been standing and watching beside me moments before was now laying over the massive exposed glans, writhing naked on it, his bum humping while his cock rubbed against the flesh beneath him.
I watched as Donkey Dave grasped the folds of wet and glistening foreskin, the flesh like a thick and sloppy scarf. He folded it over his own cock, and began fucking it like it was a pussy, or a toy.
Have you ever had such an insane dream? As I mentioned, I was quite used to having horny dreams about celebs, and waking up with cum pumped out in my sleep, but this was something completely new to me. I don’t think I’ve had any dreams quite like it since, but the finale of the nighttime fantasy was what really sticks in my mind.
Most of the time I wake up from a horny dream just before cumming. You know how frustrating that can be, right? Like when you dream you can suck your own dick and then BAM you’re awake just when you’re about to start spewing your load in your mouth. You can even remember how good it felt, right?
Sometimes I wake up just as my cock is shooting off in my dream, and that’s usually when I pull my duvet away and find my load all over me.
For this dream it felt like the timing was just right.
The massive cock between the gathered men was being continuously covered with cum as dick after dick launched a volley of semen. I somehow stayed inside the dream throughout this, watching as penises splashed ropes of milky white liquid over the pink flesh of the huge penis.
The young man who was writhing all over the dome of the dick was kneeling at the end and it looked like he was fucking the piss hole with his meat, his hands up behind his head, his body thrusting against the very tip of the penis.
Maybe my mind has elaborated on this dream since I had it but I seem to remember the look of absolute pleasure on his face, the dreamy closed-eyed and open-mouthed expression on his youthful features while he enjoyed the wet and warm tunnel of urethra that his engorged foot long dong was gliding inside.
Next to me Muscle Lad was launching his load over the rounded pipe of cock in front of us and to my right Donkey was still fucking the wet folds of skin, his long and slender erection gooey with the precum smothering the creases of flesh he was rubbing within.
I was wanking my dick and watching all of this happening around me, totally engaged in the scenario as though this was all completely normal.
I sometimes wonder about lucid dreaming and what this would have been like if I'd known I was participating in a completely fictional world of my brain's own making. Do you ever wonder that? Instead we exist in these worlds as though we always have been, as though everything we're doing is completely common for us.
A deep and masculine growl echoed through the tiled room and the big man whose ridiculously big cock it was cried out.
The men all around me cheered and hollered, even as semen continued to be splashed like a hundred water pistols loaded with double cream were being fired from every angle to bathe the central meaty mass.
The huge cock thickened and swelled. I remember it seeming comical, like a CGI monster rising from the earth or something. It got fatter, cum from all the cocks around it pouring down the sides, splashes of more hot creamy liquid still spurting off from all angles to shower the tumescent mammoth manhood.
It convulsed violently and another deep groan arrived.
I looked to the right and the young man who I was sure had been fucking the cum hole with his own big dick was pushed back by a flood of white, spurting up in all directions to completely obscure him!
Semen was gushing like a firehose. It was spewing out and the young man was gone, presumably forced back across the floor as the tsunami of ball juice drowned him.
I think I was ready to cum then. I’m surprised I lasted just long enough. The next thing I can remember about the dream is floating in all this semen, like I was in a massive hot tub. The room had already filled with jizz by at least a couple of feet and I was laying in it. Men around me were bathing in it, cocks still being rubbed in friendly fists.
That’s the moment I woke up and had the most intense climax of my life.
I didn’t have time to pull the duvet off me before what I assumed was the first pump of semen shot from my engorged fleshy pipe and reached several inches up my abs under the cotton.
As I pulled the cover away and stared down at my bulging and exposed dome glistening in the light from the TV my rod lurched upward with the power of a wave of climax and another shot of semen erupted from my helmet, shooting right over my head, a splashing of hot juice bathing my face from my brow to the left side of my jaw.
I grabbed my dick and aimed it upward as the climax fully consumed me and I watched as another fountain of jizz launched into the air. It rained down all over my naked body and the sheets, quickly followed by third immense gush of cock cream that seemed to reach even higher before reaching its limit and splashing down.
My mind was lost in the most incredible orgasm and I barely rubbed my penis, I just held it steady, cum dripping down my face, splashes raining down over my chest and abs, my watery ropes of goo erupting in ever decreasing bursts.
I know I moaned aloud without being able to control it. My breathing was laboured. My balls seemed to ache with the power of the climax.
Of course this was all the result of a mixture of things. I was a horny 18 year old who was a little more obsessed with penises than the average young man probably is. I’d experienced something new in the gym showers and it had triggered something more intense inside me. And then I’d edged myself to sleep and denied my cock the release it regularly needed.
No wonder I had that dream. I wasn’t mad about any of it.
As I lay there confused but more satisfied than I’d ever been by a release of cum, the hot liquid cooling all over my naked body, I nursed my nearly spent penis and pulled the last few splashes of semen from my determined rod.
I stroked slowly, my foreskin easing over the swollen dome to bunch up into a spout dribbling more pearly juice, delivering it to the large lake of jizz filling my bellybutton and overflowing coolly along the valleys of my abs, dripping down my sides to the bed below.
Scenes from my dream filled my mind. All those cocks, the massive one the man was licking, the big one the young guy was using to fuck the giant penis, Donkey’s dong thrusting in the folds of the giant’s foreskin… it all kept me milking my meat for the next ten minutes as the orgasm just kind of swelled and ebbed inside me.
When I finally came to my senses and decided I needed to clean up it was almost two in the morning. I crept to the bathroom, my seven inch gooey muscle still half hard and leading the way. My semen was dripping and rolling down my naked body.
I should have used something to at least try to mop up the lake of cum on my stomach but my mind wasn't working correctly. I kind of cupped my hand under my navel and slowly rose, trying to hold it all close to my body while it slopped like egg white around my attempted dam and flowed over my hips and down my inner thighs.
I quickly showered and dried off, just a quick rinse to avoid waking anyone else, but enough to be satisfied that I was relatively clean.
Returning to my bedroom I noticed the pouring cum streaking down the wall at the head of my bed and grabbed the nearest t-shirt I could find on the floor, dabbing at it to clean the evidence away.
I pulled the cover sheet off my bed and dabbed at the wet puddles where my semen had soaked through.
Had I really shot so much semen? I could pump quite big loads but this mess seemed ridiculous at the time.
As I lay there for another few moments, thinking about the dream, I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait another few days before going back to the gym on my usual schedule. I’d need to put in another visit the next day, even if none of my regular obsessions would be present. I was drawn to it.
I never thought it would pay off the way it did.
Walked into the showers at a gym I go to semi-regularly yesterday. Usually nothing going on since the stalls all have curtains and the tiled shower walls are floor to ceiling. But yesterday was different. All the shower curtains and rods were gone and there was a worker there drilling new holes for the shower rods. The shower stalls are arranged so they are on the outside of a square and a bench is in the middle. So each shower face each other and the corner ones are more hidden. It was quite a change to see familiar faces showering - I usually only see them with towels wrapped around their waists. Having a fully dressed stocky worker doing his thing when the rest of us are naked was making my cock twitch.
I took a corner stall where the shower head is hidden and I could only be seen if I stepped farther out to the opening. All the other showers were taken - just middle-aged guys. Felt like the younger guys probably all were too shy to shower when it's opened like that. I was soaping up and taking discrete glances to the corner shower diagonal from me and the stall across from me - caught both their eyes. I thought, fuck, busted. I ducked back and fluffed a bit and stepped back towards the opening and the guy across from me was gone but the other corner stall guy was still there - not looking but soaping up his cock - yanking on it. I took it as a signal and pulled on mine a bit but stayed cool. The guy pulled a bit more and it was definitely stiffening up. I was pointing straight up and right when I was giving a little hands-on-my-hips pose - the worker turned my way and saw my cock bouncing up. I thought - damn I am going to get kicked out of this gym. But the guy just turned away and kept working. The guy at the other corner stall gave me a grin and turned around. This got me so hot I thought for a minute that I could probably jerk off without anybody seeing if I stayed towards the back of my stall. But thought better of it. I had a still pretty full semi when I stepped out to dry myself. I walked over and chatted briefly with the worker on what the work was. I stayed naked and was drying myself as we were talking - he ended up being the more chatty one and I had to cut it off.
Came home and had to drop my gym stuff right away and pulled a load out in no time.
I took a corner stall where the shower head is hidden and I could only be seen if I stepped farther out to the opening. All the other showers were taken - just middle-aged guys. Felt like the younger guys probably all were too shy to shower when it's opened like that. I was soaping up and taking discrete glances to the corner shower diagonal from me and the stall across from me - caught both their eyes. I thought, fuck, busted. I ducked back and fluffed a bit and stepped back towards the opening and the guy across from me was gone but the other corner stall guy was still there - not looking but soaping up his cock - yanking on it. I took it as a signal and pulled on mine a bit but stayed cool. The guy pulled a bit more and it was definitely stiffening up. I was pointing straight up and right when I was giving a little hands-on-my-hips pose - the worker turned my way and saw my cock bouncing up. I thought - damn I am going to get kicked out of this gym. But the guy just turned away and kept working. The guy at the other corner stall gave me a grin and turned around. This got me so hot I thought for a minute that I could probably jerk off without anybody seeing if I stayed towards the back of my stall. But thought better of it. I had a still pretty full semi when I stepped out to dry myself. I walked over and chatted briefly with the worker on what the work was. I stayed naked and was drying myself as we were talking - he ended up being the more chatty one and I had to cut it off.
Came home and had to drop my gym stuff right away and pulled a load out in no time.
For several months my colleagues insisted that I join them at basketball after work. One day I gave in and went to a game with them. I was surprised to find that at the end of the game the showers were communal. All my colleagues were between 20 and 40 years old. It was incredible to see the penises and balls of these men I'd known for years with their clothes on. Like a second encounter.
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Does your gym allow drop-in visitors? Would love to check it out next time I’m in Toronto.
Recognize this thread is mostly for fictional tales, but this is actually haooening to me right now. As a kid, I was kind of terrified by communal showers, but also kind of excited by them. After all, you can see full nudity there... but then you would have to strip down. Until you were fully.
Totally.
NUDE.
Deeo down at the core of my masculinity, I knew that I would never be a man unless I was able to enter the communal shower, FULLY nude, and join all the men there, washing themselves, embracing their masculinity and displaying it for all to see.
It has all been coming back to me recently, now that I have recently joined a traditional gym, I'm there to get fit, but really, I am there to sweat, to toil and then afterwards, to strip alongside my fellow men, go to the section across from the stalls and shower there, totally nude, in full view of anyone who may come in.
The first time I did this, I saw this man come out of the stall, his cock curled and oointed down low. He soent a lot of time drying himself, and I could tell he was just luxuriating in this freedom to display himself. That's when I removed my towel and took my first real shower as a man.
Since then, every day I have been there has been me growing confident, secure and strong in my masculinity and sexuality. I am starting to connect with men who I am meeting for the first time nude. Yesterday, going to my locker, I found a guy my age, fully nude in the locker room and it turned out his locker was just next to mine. It was like magic: I felt like I had attracted this masculinity to me.
When I am in the communal shower, my body becomes an altar to masculinity. This is a side of me only men are allowed to see. If you are lucky enough to share a communal shower with me, you are welcome to take in and stare at every inch of me — my chest, my shoulders, my ass and my beautiful cock. I no longer want to hide my naked body. My nude body is just like yours, and it is perfect. If you are a man, feel free to look at me ALL you want. Because of the unrestrained nudity of the communal shower, I am fully in love with the man I am.
Thank you to all the men of the communal shower for forcing me to strip utterly, completely bare to participate in this sacred ritual of manhood. The fear has given way to true pleasure and bold, animal pride.
And if you reading this are afraid to enter this wonderful space, as I was — spmething incredible awaits you, once you give in to it. I hope I see you there one day, naked and wet and oroud to be initiated into this brotherhood. If you are lucky enough to possess a cock, the door to the communal shower will be open to you, always. And we will be there, demanding only that you strip totally bare, and join in the ecstasy of being a true man, bold, courageous and utterly nude in front of your brothers, as I proudly am today.
Totally.
NUDE.
Deeo down at the core of my masculinity, I knew that I would never be a man unless I was able to enter the communal shower, FULLY nude, and join all the men there, washing themselves, embracing their masculinity and displaying it for all to see.
It has all been coming back to me recently, now that I have recently joined a traditional gym, I'm there to get fit, but really, I am there to sweat, to toil and then afterwards, to strip alongside my fellow men, go to the section across from the stalls and shower there, totally nude, in full view of anyone who may come in.
The first time I did this, I saw this man come out of the stall, his cock curled and oointed down low. He soent a lot of time drying himself, and I could tell he was just luxuriating in this freedom to display himself. That's when I removed my towel and took my first real shower as a man.
Since then, every day I have been there has been me growing confident, secure and strong in my masculinity and sexuality. I am starting to connect with men who I am meeting for the first time nude. Yesterday, going to my locker, I found a guy my age, fully nude in the locker room and it turned out his locker was just next to mine. It was like magic: I felt like I had attracted this masculinity to me.
When I am in the communal shower, my body becomes an altar to masculinity. This is a side of me only men are allowed to see. If you are lucky enough to share a communal shower with me, you are welcome to take in and stare at every inch of me — my chest, my shoulders, my ass and my beautiful cock. I no longer want to hide my naked body. My nude body is just like yours, and it is perfect. If you are a man, feel free to look at me ALL you want. Because of the unrestrained nudity of the communal shower, I am fully in love with the man I am.
Thank you to all the men of the communal shower for forcing me to strip utterly, completely bare to participate in this sacred ritual of manhood. The fear has given way to true pleasure and bold, animal pride.
And if you reading this are afraid to enter this wonderful space, as I was — spmething incredible awaits you, once you give in to it. I hope I see you there one day, naked and wet and oroud to be initiated into this brotherhood. If you are lucky enough to possess a cock, the door to the communal shower will be open to you, always. And we will be there, demanding only that you strip totally bare, and join in the ecstasy of being a true man, bold, courageous and utterly nude in front of your brothers, as I proudly am today.
Such a good way to put it brother. I feel just the same. I feel at my most male, grounded, confident and relaxed when I am naked with other naked men in the communal shower at my local gym.
I love the way in the public showers we know nothing about each other but that we are male, that we have penises and that we are happy and proud to show our genitals with other males.
Such a bond to stay a little too long with other guys doing the same. We know the enjoyment each man is getting from it and they know the enjoyment we are getting from it. Although there is an element of sexual pleasure in it, as shown by the fact that our penises are plump and heavy, it is primarily the acknowledgment and validation of each other as confident naked males which brings us back again and again.
Then to take a long time getting dried. Totally not caring about covering it up whilst doing it. Our hairy bodies need to be dried properly. it is important that our scrotums and penises are fully dry before we get dressed, so we need to pay good attention to them, rubbing the area between our legs and scrotum where the scrot rot can begin, getting the newly cleaned ass crack fully dry.
Always a slight feeling of disappointment when it comes time eventually to become clothed again. When I put my pants back on I feel envy and respect for the males who are still naked, or those who are about to become naked. But also satisfaction and achievement at having had that male only time with others.
