The gym

The gym was something you had started paying for a while back but had never actually been to for months. You had tried to cancel but the rings they made you jump through meant you had put it off and off. Still it would come in useful now. There were limited options for communal male frontal public nudity, something that before this week you were very glad of. There was the urinal, but that sounded like it could get messy. There was outside a bar late night on a Saturday night, that sounded like it might get your head punched in. Then there was the gym, the post workout communal showers, that would have to do.

The gym is almost empty, which is almost as you planned. You were aiming for a quiet time and because you’re officially on sick leave thought the middle of the afternoon would work. You figured you didn’t want too many people there but you were hoping for at least a few. As it is, it is mostly just you. This is doubly a shame because whatever has upgraded your nethers has upgraded the rest of you as well. Before you went to the gym, put in a what you thought was a good amount of effort and came out looking like you’d spent the afternoon doing hamburger to mouth bicep curls at the local Mcdonalds. Now you have guns, pecs and even a six pack that the gym bunnies would be proud of and no one is there to see it.

You do a lap of machines, once round the free weights, marvelling at how much easier suddenly everything is and then after waiting a while, when no one seems to come in, you head for the shower. Luckily there are a couple of people in the men’s changing room. A blonde nordic man, six foot six if he’s an inch, with blonde hair and a top knot and a shorter stocky man who’s black hair had been precisely styled into a quiff. They put their squash rackets down, stripped out of white shorts and polo shirts and headed to the shower.

With a gulp, you realised it was now or never. At least you looked good naked, you think as you strip down and head to join them.

The shower is a push button job, that starts off too cold and rapidly accelerates to too hot before stopping at an unexpected time. You keep your eyes glued to the wall and **** yourself to not jump aside at either the freezing or boiling temperatures. Then getting a hold of yourself you turn round.

Your cock hangs in front of you. The two men are doing the traditional man in the shower work of trying not to look at anyones junk but the blond man cracks first, staring at your cock, mouth open. The man with the quiff, looks at his friends eyes and follows their gaze. His face shifts into the same shocked adoration. Open mouthed, wide eyes open in wonder.