A Shower To Remember

It was a hot summer night in July at the Hard Muscle gym, and young Colt Stevens was just finishing his workout....

Crunch, after crunch, after crunch.. Colt feels the burn in his tight abs as he completes his two-hundredth sit-up. Every muscle in his toned body pulses for the final rep.

Colt: (to himself) Gasp.... I'm through.

Colt stares at his watch to check the time. It reads "1:37 am".

Colt: Shit, I must have worked out longer than I thought.

He turns his head to scan the room. It's empty.

Colt: (to himself) Everyone's left... I'd better get going, it's late.

With a single jolt, Colt picks himself off the mattress floor, and heads to the basement changeroom.

Colt: (to himself) Geez, where is everybody? I've never seen this place so empty before.

He heads down the stairs and into the large corridor with the changerooms at the far end. The pathway is dim and quiet. Suddenly, a silhouette appears in the distance.

It's Mr. Peterson, the owner of the gym.

Colt: Hi Mr. Peterson!

Peterson: Hi Colt. Good to see you.

Colt: I hope I'm not the last person here. I lost track of the time.

Peterson: Don't worry about it. Greg, my assistant is washing up right now. He'll close the place after you leave.

Colt: OK, thanks. Have a good night sir.

Peterson: You too...

They exhange friendly nods and part in opposite directions.

Colt enters the men's changeroom. It's a large room filled with rows of lockers and benches. The room is dark, except for the dim lights on the walls.

Colt: (to himself) Shit, they've turned off all the main lights. Mental note, check the time in the future.

The air is warm and moist from the shower area at the far end.

Colt heads towards his locker. As he passes each row, he searches for a sign of Greg, Mr. Peterson's assistant. No one in sight.

Colt: (to himself) He's probably still in the shower area.

#6281. With a twist of the lock, he opens his door. It reaks of old sweat.

Colt: (to himself) Mental note, wash my shorts.

He smirks.

Colt: (to himself) I need a shower, I'm sweating like a dog.

He removes his shoes and socks, and then his drenched workout tank from his muscular torso. His body glistens under the wall light, revealing the defined curves of a trained athlete. He turns to a nearby mirror and stares at his reflection.

Colt: (to himself) I'm a fucking stud.

He flexes his ripped arms, large pecs, and firm back muscles in the mirror, impressed by his own musculature. Colt then lowers his trousers. His tight boxers are moist from perspiration, clinging to the bulge of his flacid rod underneath. He winces at his healthy endowment. Slowly, he removes his boxers, revealing the impressive tool.

He looks around, but still no sign of Greg. Colt strokes his cock a few times.

Colt: (to himself) I need a good lay..... but first, a shower.

Fully undressed, Colt grabs a towel and soap, and heads towards the shower area at the end of the room. The steam from the showers is thick, and fills the air. The sound of gushing water is heard at a distance.

As Colt walks closer, he sees a body in the distance.

Colt: (to himself) Must be Greg.

He walks closer. His eyes are gazed at the body ahead. With each step, Colt gets a better view of Greg's tall figure. Closer and closer... Greg's body faces the wall and showerhead, sending streams of water and suds down his large back and buttocks. Closer... Colt is amazed by Greg's perfect body.

Colt: (to himself) He's in great shape...

Suddenly, Greg's head turns slightly, responding to Colt's footsteps nearby.

Colt: Hi. You must be Greg.

Pause.

Greg: Yeah...

Colt: Sorry I'm the last one out. I lost track of the time.

Greg: No prob.

Colt walks closer to get a full glimpse of Greg's face. He recognizes him.

Colt: I see you here a lot, but I didn't know you were Mr. Peterson's assistant.

Pause.

Greg: Yeah...

Colt: Cool.

Colt places his towel on a rack and reaches for a shower knob a few metres to the left of Greg. Screech. The nozzle releases a forceful gust of hot water. It sends a pleasant warmth throughout his body.

Colt: (to himself) uhh... I needed that..

With his soap, Colt begins to scrub his sore muscles. First his chest, and then his arms.

Still intrigued by Greg's incredible physique, he shifts his eyes ever so slightly towards Greg's direction. Colt's stare begins at Greg's masculine chest. He's close enough to see the fine hairs that run smoothly at the centre of his pecs. Greg's shoulders and arms are powerful. Colt's eyes travel further down to Greg's defined stomach muscles. Perfect in every way. Further down now to his pelvis. His pubic hairs are dark, but well trimmed. Now down to his massive tool.

Colt: (to himself) Holy shit, he's even larger than me. This guy is unreal.

Colt remains in a fixed gaze on Greg's huge rod.

Pause.

Greg: You like what you see?

Colt's eyes suddenly come into focus and he lifts his face towards Greg's in embarrasment.

Colt: (blush) I'm sorry.. I mean, I didn't mean to.. I mean, I wasn't looking....

Greg: It's ok. I like it when people stare.

Pause.

Colt: Oh.

Pause.

Colt: (smile) I must say, you've got a great body.

Greg: (smile) Thanks... I try to keep in shape.

Pause.

Greg: So, what are you waiting for?

Colt: Sorry?

Greg: I know you want to...

Colt: I'm sorry, I don't understand what you mean. (blush)

Greg: Your cock's hard.

Colt looks down at his erect penis in embarassment.
Colt: (to himself) Oh shit..

Greg: Don't worry, I'm not offended. (smile)

Pause.

Greg: I like it actually.

Pause.

Colt: I've never...

Greg: Don't worry, I'll take it nice and slow. (grin)

Colt: But, what if...

Greg: We're alone remember? Relax....

Greg drops his soap and takes a few steps closer to Colt. He kneels before Colt's erect dick, and begins to suck at the head.

Colt: ohhhh...

Greg's tongue travels down Colt's long shaft and tickles his warm sac. His balls enter Greg's mouth, sending shivers of ecstacy throughout Colt's body. Greg's righthand massages Colt's tight ass, and then using his fingers, he probes the insides. He strokes his cock with his other hand, now fully erect and standing like a monument.

Colt: uhhhh...

Deeper and deeper, Greg takes Colt's warm cock in his mouth, tasting his pre-cum. Throbbing up and down, faster, and then slower. His fingers probe deeper, penetrating Colt's insides.

Colt: come on ... don't stop...

Greg's muscles pulse as he lifts his head in every direction. Up, down, left, and right. Colt's hands explore Greg's muscular body. Running his hands down Greg's back as he enjoys the sucking pleasure.

Colt: oh yeah... i'm cumming... i'm cumming...

Colt shoots a fountain of streaming cum into Greg's hungry mouth. Greg continues to suck, swallowing every mouthful. Colt yearns in orgasmic delight.

Greg picks himself off the tiled floor. Colt pants, trying to catch his breath.

Greg: now it's my turn. (grin)

Greg: I want you on all fours.

Caught in the moment, Colt obeys Greg's every word. He kneels down, with his arms against the floor. He lifts his firm buttocks.

Colt: Take me...

Greg smiles, and then slowly begins to penetrate Colt's tight asshole.

Colt: ohhh....

Greg: yeah.... you're so tight.

Deeper and deeper, further and further. Greg's huge rod explores every nook and cranny. Colt feels the force of his large cock, and gasps in excitement. Minutes go by, but they feel like seconds.

Colt: harder.... harder!

Greg thrusts farther, getting every inch of his cock up Colt's tight ass. Greg's fingers massage Colt's chest, and then his cock and balls.

Greg: ohhh.... I'm cuming....

Suddenly, Greg shoots a large stream of warm cum.

Colt: ohhhh yeah...

It fills his insides with warmth.

Greg continues to thrust.. his cock is still hard. Colt is amazed at the power of his tool, and continues to take it. Suddenly a second burst of cum shoots from his dick. It begins to drip out of Colt's asshole as Greg finally releases his cock. Colt is thrilled at the sight of Greg's wet cock, and begins to suck him.

Greg: oh yeah... that's it.

Colt sucks deep, taking Greg's entire cock in his mouth. He licks the cum off his throbbing dick and fingers his sac.

Greg: You're still hard boy.

Colt looks down, and smiles.

Colt: I want more.

Greg: Then give it to me.

Greg lifts his tight ass in Colt's direction, and Colt enters. His arms wrap around Greg's body, feeling off all of his toned muscles. In and out, he thrusts his swollen cock. Colt allows his tongue to explore the back of Greg's neck.

Soon enough, Colt shoots his second load into Greg's tight ass.

Greg: That's it...

Colt pulls his rod out...still throbbing from the organism.

Colt: Lick it off.

Greg gladly takes his offer, sucking every bit of cum off of Colt's pulsing stick. He then continues to make his way up Colt's abs, his chest, up his neck. They kiss... exchanging the juices of their mouths...stroking each other's tongue....

Colt: You are one great fuck...

Greg: mmmm... I enjoyed it too. Would you like to stay at my place for the night... ummm....?

Colt: I'm Colt... I'd love to Greg, but I've gotta go home now.

Pause.

Colt: How about tomorrow?

Greg: (smile) I'm gonna fuck you good.

Colt: I can't wait.

They exchange a final kiss, and part until their next encounter