For me it is also about the guy.
I love when I see a good looking guy on the gym floor, maybe several times. He’s always into his workouts, is focused, doesn’t check out others and doesn’t socialize. He’s there just to workout. Maybe I’ve seen him in the locker room changing, or walking from the shower area with a towel wrapped around his waist, the outline of his cock visible, or briefly naked as he drops his towel and puts on his underwear. It’s the guy who I find attractive, admire for his level of focus on fitness, see his wedding ring and wonder what his wife looks like and who I just know is not at all into guys.
And then one day I’m sitting alone in the steam room, naked on my towel. The door opens and I open my eyes and through the thick steam I recognize it’s him and think to myself that I’ve never seen him in there. He sits, four or five feet away from me, on the same level but perpendicular to me, and loosens his towel at the waist, but remains completely covered. I check out his chest, shoulders and arms and close my eyes while still sitting naked on my towel, cock and balls in full view. After a couple of minutes I open my eyes and look over to him. He gives me the side eye, then looks straight ahead. I continue to look at him. He looks over again and this time his eyes drop to my soft cock and balls and then he looks up at me. His eyes move to looking straight ahead and I keep my eyes on him. He looks over again, this time straight to my junk and holds it there. I put my hand on my dick and he holds his gaze. I start to pull on my dick as it begins to stretch out knowing this guy wants to see my hard cock. Keeping his eye on me he places his towel to both sides of him showing me his cock that’s now halfway to semi hard and stretching out. He starts stroking. We are soon rock hard, stroking the length of our hardons. Placing our thumbs and forefingers at the base of our cocks to show the other it’s full length. One hand moves to my balls and plays with them while I stroke. He follows my lead. Relaxing with the concept of stroking with another guy in the steam room, his fingers move to his taint and then up to his nipples, pleasuring himself as he’s never let anyone see, not even his wife.
The steam dissipating, our naked bodies and hard cocks in clear view we shoot our loads. He shoots 3-4 heavy globs of cum to his upper stomach while watching my dick shoot my load. He doesn’t smile or nod as if to say “that was fun.” Instead he looks down at his load, wipes it off with his towel and covers his junk with his towel. He sits there for a few minutes, eyes closed while his cock goes soft. I sit uncovered, cum rolling down my chest and stomach, cock dwindling. He gets up and walks to the door, his hot, naked ass in full view. I know his wife’s tongue has never ventured between his cheeks and tongued his sweet, hairy hole. I know that would drive him crazy. He wraps his towel around himself and walks out, never saying a word.
I step into the shower stall next to his. I know his face is under the water, all sorts of conflicting thoughts running through his head. He finishes up and dries off before me. As I walk out of the shower area and into the locker area I walk past him, standing in his underwear at his locker, checking his iPhone. As I’m tucking in my shirt, zipping up my trousers, he walks past me, no eye contact. He tosses his towel in the bin and walks out of the locker room.
This scenario has happened several times. I love it. It’s the surprise of this guy wanting to jack off. It’s the hotness of the two of us being naked together and stroking our cocks and shooting a load. It’s the mystery of who this guy is.
