Tales from the changing rooms Part of this is true, part is..

Tales from the changing rooms Part of this is true, part is what might one day be true. Hot sweaty and out of breath I walked down the corridor from the gym and pushed open the door of the changing rooms; the light was on, so it was occupied. The atmosphere was steamy. ‘Hi Steve, have a good workout?’ I said. Steve was in his fifties but boyish, stocky, shortish and broad, covered in fine brown and grey fur. ‘Yes mate, you?’. He was always friendly, a guy I’d chatted to over the years, learning about his family, wife, job. All of them mundane. Steve was in his usual white briefs, which after his workout were wet with sweat, just like the rest of him. He bent over and eased them off, his little cock almost hidden in the pelt of thick pubic hair, the balls hanging heavy and loose. We hit the showers together, both shocked and refreshed by the powerful jet of water. Back in the changing area Steve sat down on the bench whilst I stood, both of us towelling down and talking as usual about the weather, holidays and kids. Turning to look at Steve’s face I could see his eyes fixed on my groin; we were only a couple of feet apart and his eye line was right on a level with my genitals. We both stopped speaking and then slowly and hesitantly Steve reached forward, almost involuntarily. Time seemed to stand still. ‘It’s alright, you can touch it’ I murmured. He looked up at me, his innocent eyes unfocused, as if in a dream. He looked down again and gently laid his big hand on my cock. He felt its thickness, gently eased his fingers down its length and then brushed my pubic hair and caressed my stomach. ‘Is this wrong?’ he said, honestly confused by his actions. ‘How can it be wrong?’ I replied, ‘who says it’s wrong?’ By this time my cock had become engorged and was pulsing, my breath was shortening. I moved further towards him and gently ruffled his wet hair, at the same time guiding it towards the purple head which was slowly breaking free from the foreskin. He opened his lips and allowed my cock to enter. His thick tongue was abrasive and sent me into an ecstasy of excitement, he was hungry, impossible to satiate, like an animal finally let loose from years of captivity. I caught sight of his penis which now stood erect from the dense bush, before the unbearable tension which had been rising in my gut suddenly released and the tsunami broke, hot cum bursting forth in waves into his mouth. I held him close against my body, cradling his head, the first time in many years of a barren marriage that anyone had shown him affection. I bent down and kissed him on the lips, tasting the cum which had dribbled down his chin.