After the first encounter, it was clear to both of us that it hadn’t been random. When we saw each other again in the changing room, there was no awkwardness. We spoke briefly and agreed to shower next to each other the following morning, choosing the furthest cubicles for privacy.
I arrived first. I was already erect from anticipation. When he joined me, he looked composed but equally ready. Through the glass—still clearer than usual—I could see the dark hair across his chest and down to his bush. It was as striking as I remembered.
We didn’t waste time pretending. We positioned ourselves facing one another. Slowly, deliberately, we pressed our buttocks against the glass, taking turns, feeling the solid barrier between us. Then we aligned ourselves front to front, pressing our erections against the partition, matching position as closely as the glass allowed. The contact was indirect but precise. We stayed there for several long moments, breathing heavier, watching each other.
By then, both of us were leaking precum. It was visible against the glass.
He lowered himself into a squat and looked up at me, a clear, silent invitation. I mirrored him, kneeling down. I slid my hand under the partition between the cubicles. I took my time, running my fingers along his thighs first, then cupping him fully. He was warm and solid in my hand. I moved slowly, deliberately, feeling the weight of him and the texture of his skin.
His muscular, hairy buttocks were inches from me, and the sight alone made me throb harder. I let my fingers explore further, gliding carefully along the curve between them. The skin there was smooth, unexpectedly soft. No hair. When my fingertip reached the center, I knew exactly where I was.
No words were exchanged. Just steady eye contact and heavy breathing over the sound of running water.
I continued touching him at an unhurried pace until his breathing changed and his body tensed. He released into my hand. I felt the warmth and the pulse as it happened.
Afterward, there was no panic or rush. We stood, finished showering normally, and left separately.
It felt like a private, consensual experience—two men choosing to explore their sexuality and masculinity without shame, within the boundaries we had set. |
