THE GYM LOCKER ROOMS (I)

We all know that locker rooms are the great fantasy of many and that in some gyms there's more life inside them than in a gay sauna on a Saturday night.

For a few years, I've been going to a gym in the center of Madrid. One of those large chains that has a sauna in the locker room, and of course, Madrid center and sauna... the perfect breeding ground for morbid curiosity among guys.

On several occasions, after finishing my workout, I've gone to the sauna to relax and ended up jerking off while watching other guys doing the same, but nothing more. The excitement of seeing so many guys naked and why go home with a load, it's better to leave the gym more relaxed. However, one day, the excitement was supreme and the morbid curiosity reached limits I never thought I'd reach in a gym.

In a group class with weights to work out the whole body, I stood right behind a guy I had flirted with in the sauna some time ago. The guy, tall and with good legs, wore a running short that left little to the imagination, which, combined with certain positions, presented me with a very interesting view. I never thought that doing squats could be so entertaining, and with each descent, I could see how his abundant package overflowed from the sides of the briefs that came with the pants he was wearing. I was getting turned on and just wanted the class to end so I could get into the sauna with him.

When I left, I headed to the locker room, completely soaked and smelling strongly of sweat. Upon entering, everything was quiet, and it seemed like there was no one there, however, as I turned a corner of lockers where I had my things, I found a guy I had never seen before, but who seemed familiar. He was a muscular guy, about 1.85 meters tall, shaved head, blue eyes, and blonde beard. His body was covered in a thick, light blonde hair that seemed almost hairless from a distance. The hunk was rummaging through his sports bag and was only wearing white Adidas Solid socks and a black Pump jockstrap that marked a gigantic bulge. You could perfectly see a huge cock, with a large glans.

His locker was next to mine, so I could smell his intense male sweat aroma while he took off his socks and threw them into a plastic bag on the bench, and then, while looking at me (and I held his gaze), he slowly lowered his jockstrap, revealing the huge, light-colored cock, covered in thick veins and topped with a well-groomed, trimmed blonde bush. I felt intimidated by such a man and tool, but I couldn't look away, and he let it drop to his ankles with a telling smile, lifted it with one foot to his hand, smelled it, and threw it into the bag. After that, he slung the towel over his shoulder, passed by my side, brushing against me, and headed to the shower and Turkish bath area, showing his perfect, hairless ass, which contrasted with his hairy legs and torso.

I undressed quickly, put everything in the locker, thinking of running after him to sh...