Reagan’s Public Pleasures

“How much weight?” Reagan asked, as he stood quite awkwardly by the stack of plates on the squat rack.

“Let’s go for two forty-fives.” Jake said, moving the weight effortlessly from the rack and onto the bar. His chest was so big that when they tensed, his shirt got caught between his pecs. Oh, how Reagan wished to be as ripped as Jake was. Which is why he’d asked him to be his workout buddy one day after their Stats class. Reagan absolutely hated math, and would usually fall asleep, even though he sat in the front row. That is, until he was awoken from one of his cock-filled daydreams by a tap on the shoulder. Reagan turned around to see a bulge held in by gray sweatpants directly behind him. He had forgotten that they were sitting in a lecture hall with theater-like seats and that whoever owned this disarming bulge was sitting two feet above him. His mouth fell agape as he looked up realizing his mistake and was met with a pair of soft blue eyes and an innocent smile. Reagan’s already semi hard dick throbbed to it’s full seven inches. Reagan quickly turned around, his ears blazing from the blood that had rushed to his face out of embarrassment, from falling asleep in class or getting hard he couldn’t say. After avoiding the front row from then on, Reagan realized the boy he’d day dreamed about every day since, was Jake Campbell, a junior. So after weeks of mustering the courage Reagan asked Jake about his workout regimen, when to his simultaneous delight and horror, Jake offered to train him. So now Reagan went to the old gym on campus every Wednesday to train with him.

“Watch my form will you? Make sure my thighs are at least parallel to the floor when I’m squatting, and don’t take it easy on me.” Jake said as he ducked beneath the bar, resting it onto his back and shoulders and stood up straight lifting the weight with ease.

“Sure.” Reagan said, looking forward to seeing Jake squat. His ass was way too big for a straight guy, but he’d said all of the Campbell’s had big asses. As Jake dipped into the squat Reagan pictured what Jake was wearing under his gym shorts. He hoped a jock strap was supporting his probably hairy cheeks, leaving his pink virgin hole exposed. Jake quickly stood up, lifting more than Reagan’s body weight like it was nothing.

“How was that one?” Jake asked, breathing heavy.

“Looked good.” Reagan didn’t really know what he was supposed to be looking for, but he didn’t lie, Jake did look good.

“Good. We’re going to do eight and go up in weight.” Jake continued, opening his ass as he went down and squeezing it as he stood, it was hypnotizing. Reagan was lulled into a dream of being smothered by Jake, by his ass, between his thighs, or his chest, he didn’t care, but he wanted to breathe him, and only him, in. Reagan took a deep breath, hoping to smell the must that he hoped was building in Jake’s body hair. He only smelled rusted metal from the ancient workout equipment. Jake said he preferred to work out at the older gym because all of the girls on campus worked out at the newer gym, so he wouldn’t get distracted there. I preferred this gym too because there was a communal shower in the shower, a relic of the 30s. Sadly, barely any of the guys used them.

“Let’s start you off with a lighter weight.” Jake had taken off the plates on his side already and placed a twenty pound weight back on. Reagan followed his lead. As Reagan tried to mimic Jake’s form, he almost involuntarily pictured all of the guys that used to fill the showers. Their sweaty bodies would gleam as they soaked in the wide opened room with faucets on all four walls. All of them would stride confidently with their towels thrown over their shoulders, dicks swinging as they went. As homophobic as the world used to be, there sure was a ton of homoerotic behavior that Reagan wished was still the standard.

The rest of the workout was filled with other naughty thoughts on Reagan’s part and if it was possible, even more correction from Jake. Even though he wasn’t sure he was doing half of the exercises correctly, Reagan felt like he’d had a productive workout. His legs felt like Jell-O and he could barely descend the stairs to the locker room.

“You’re walking like someone fucked you in the ass.” Jake laughed.

“I wish” Reagan mumbled to himself.

“Huh?” asked Jake, stopping at the bottom of the stairs to look back up at Reagan.

“Yeah you kicked my ass.” Reagan said, hoping Jake hadn’t heard what he said.

Once they’d made it to their lockers Reagan took his time taking off his clothes, stealing glances at Jake to see what underwear he was wearing. As Jake peeled off the shorts that stuck to his thick thighs, Reagan realized there was an underwear-like lining in them. Reagan took off his shirt quickly, making sure to not miss any opportunity to see Jake’s dick.

As the gym shorts dropped to Jake’s ankles, Reagan saw Jake’s dick flop down. It was uncut with visible veins, even completely soft, and was framed by neatly trimmed pubes. What really caught Reagan’s eye were the huge set of balls that pushed that beautiful cock forward. They were pink and the size of small eggs. Reagan wondered how much cum they were churning at that very moment, if only he had a chance to taste them. But as he had that delicious thought, Jake pulled a pair of loose and worn boxer briefs that let his balls hang and left a perfect print of his hanging soft cock.

Reagan felt his dick begin to awaken. Before Jake could see his dick hardening he wrapped a towel around himself, pulling his dick to the side, hoping that a print wouldn’t be clearly visible. Reagan was fully erect now, thinking about how big Jake’s hard dick would be.

Jake had finished getting dressed when he said, “I’ll see ya later, I’ve gotta eat something I’m starving.” maintaining eye contact the whole time, which Reagan was grateful for. If Jake had looked down he surely would’ve noticed the outline of Reagan’s dick behind the thin blue towel he’d wrapped around his twink body.

“Yeah see you next time. I’m gonna go shower.” Reagan was anxious to escape the situation. He had to hold his towel up to keep his dick from springing forward and throwing the towel onto the ground leaving him completely naked and hard in front of his crush.

“You shower here?” Jake asked, eyeing the rusty and beaten up lockers around them.

“Yeah… it’s umm, convenient.” Reagan said, a bit flustered. He didn’t really have a reason to shower here other than enjoying the idea of possibly being naked around other men.

“You don’t mind how … I don’t know, public it is?” Jake asked. That was the entire point for Reagan, but he obviously couldn’t just say that to Jake, it would freak him out.

“No they’re almost always empty, so it’s pretty private.” Reagan wasn’t sure if he’d felt a bit of precum against his leg or if he’d just imagined it. He couldn’t help but picture Jake rubbing his muscular body with soap in front of a crowd of men, stroking their hard cocks as they watched the show.

“Oh, maybe I should use them sometime.” Jake shrugged. Reagan bit his lip, it was all he could do to stop himself from begging Jake to join him in the shower that very second.

“Maybe. Anyways I’ve gotta go. Getting kinda cold. See ya later.” Reagan’s nipples were hard as he just about ran to the shower room. The door squeaked loudly as he pulled it open. There was a bit of a hallway that led to an empty wide open room, all that was there was a small shelf where Reagan would keep his towel. There was also a doorway that opened up to the smaller room where the actual shower heads were. None of the showers were running so Reagan dropped his towel, freeing his dick that stuck out straight in front of him. In fact, there was a droplet of precumming hanging from the tip of his penis. Reagan caught it with his hand and rubbed it over his pink head which was now shiny because of how hard he was. It felt amazing to be in a big open room where at any second someone could come in and there’d be no way to hide his erection.

Reagan walked to one of the showers that was across from, but clearly visible from the entryway and turned it on. A cold sprinkle stuttered out of the head and slowly warmed to a steaming hot spray. Reagan pumped soap out of the machine mounted to the wall and began to rub his chest until he was covered in suds. The soap was slick and made for a nice lube, Reagan found out, as he rubbed his nipples between his index finger and thumb. His cock jumped with each twinge of his nipples as a wave of pleasure was sent straight to his balls which were full of cum. He couldn’t last much longer without giving that cock attention.

He turned around resting his forehead against the cold tile of the wall and began to slowly stroke his throbbing dick, continuing to flick his finger over his perky nipple. Pure pleasure swept over Reagan’s body. He could so easily imagine Jake behind him on his knees, pushing apart his ass cheeks to give his tongue easy access to his hole. Reagan stuck two fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and in between them, picturing Jake forcing his fingers into his mouth instead. He was literally drooling at the thought of Jake manhandling him, so Reagan’s fingers were soaked in spit .Then Reagan reached back for his hole, not wasting any time he slipped one, and then two, into his warm hole. Just having something inside him was almost enough to shoot cum all over the shower tiles, but he was sure to let his dick throb without touching it, in fear that he’d waste his load too soon. Reagan kept his head against the tiles so he could bend over and fuck himself with his fingers. He knew exactly how to stimulate his prostrate, circling around it, stroking it, and pushing hard on it all while loosening his hole, wishing something bigger would fill him.

Reagan began to play with the head of his cock. It was slick with the precum that oozed out with every stroke of his male g-spot. Reagan imagined each hand belonged to someone else, to later be replaced by a cock in his hole and a mouth on his dick. He kept both hands still and began to rock his hips back and forth. When he’d push them back his fingers would push deeper into his hole, stretching it as his knuckles entered. As he pushed his hips forward, his cock would slide through his hand, getting himself closer and closer to orgasm with each pump. Reagan hoped no one would catch him like this, but a small part of him wished he would. Why else would he finger himself in a public shower where at any second someone, anyone, could walk in, see him fingering himself, and then what?

“Having fun there huh?” a deep voice interrupted the soothing spray of water and Reagan’s quiet moans.

Reagan whipped around to see a tall man wrapped in a towel leaning against the entryway, arms crossed over his hairy pecs. Reagan was in such shock he didn’t even remember to cover his hard dick. How had he missed the sound of the squeaky door which has been so obvious every time before. He was speechless, and his face immediately burned with shame. Maybe being caught wasn’t as hot as he thought it’d be. He turned off his shower and started to squeeze past the man in the entryway when the man reached out his arm to block Reagan’s path.

“Not going to finish?” He asked, looking down at Reagan who was too ashamed to look up at him. The man dropped his towel to the ground. Reagan unintentionally was looking right at where the man’s dick now swayed. He was hard, and so large that it didn’t stick straight out like Reagan’s but instead hung between his legs. He must have been eight inches or more. Even though his chest and torso were covered in thick hair, the man’s pubes were trimmed neatly. His smooth balls hung almost as heavily as his dick. Seeing a dick like that at any other time, Reagan would have dropped to his knees, but he was still in a state of shock.

“Come on now, don’t be shy. I’m not gonna rat on you.” The man dropped his arm and walked over to the nearest shower head, clearing a way for Reagan to escape. He was frozen with fear, but his dick almost quite literally had a mind of its own as it bobbed up and down.

“Didn’t you want to put on a show, finger fucking yourself like that with your ass in plain view. You must’ve heard me come in.” He’d grabbed his hanging cut cock and smacked it against the palm of his hand. Each thworp reverberated through the big empty room. It sounded like thunder. But with each slap, Reagan pictured the man’s balls smacking against his ass as he pumped his cock further than he’d ever been filled before. Reagan snapped back into reality. As if in a trance, he walked over to the man and got on his knees, wondering if he’d even be able to fit the beer can thick dick in his mouth.

As he reached to lift it to his lips the man grabbed Reagan’s hand. He had a silver band on his ring finger. He shook his head, “I just want to watch. Don’t want to get caught getting head from a student.” The man grabbed Reagan and lifted him from under his arms. He put his mouth next to Reagan’s ear, “Go over there and show me how you fuck yourself.”

Reagan did as he was told. He went to his shower, turned it back on and put his fingers in his mouth again. This time he imagined the man’s fingers pushing themselves into his mouth, Reagan could almost feel the cold metal of the wedding band against his lips. A moan escaped from him. Reagan looked the man in the eyes as he removed his fingers from his mouth and slid them inside of himself. The man faced the wall, the same way Reagan was, and stared back at Reagan while he pumped his cock in his baseball mitt hands. Reagan pictured the man fingering him. One finger would’ve felt like a small cock, and two… God he wanted it.

Reagan grasped his cock, was practically drooling precum, and fucked his hand like it was an ass. With the rocking motion, being penetrated by his fingers and fucking his hand with each pump, Reagan could almost feel Jake’s hands on his hips pulling him forward to fuck his throat, and the man’s hands over Jake’s, pulling Reagan back onto his cock.

“That’s it boy, fuck yourself.” The man said as he placed his outstretched hand on the wall, still focusing his gaze on Reagan’s, now trembling, body. He jerked his hips forward as Reagan pushed his own back, synchronizing their pumps.

Reagan instinctively closed his eyes as he felt his body shake. This was going to be a big one. He removed his fingers from his ass and put it up against the wall to stabilize himself. He was light headed from the steam and the head rush. As he pushed and pulled his foreskin over his precum soaked head he felt a hand on his hip. Reagan kept his eyes closed, so he could concentrate on what he’d feel next. He heard guttural grunts and then fat, warm droplets splashed onto his back and slid down to his hole. He wished he could have sucked the man’s cum into his asshole. As the last droplet fell, the man’s cock fell onto Reagan’s back, hitting his tail bone. The man had both hands on Reagan’s hips now as he rested his head in between Reagan’s shoulder blades. This caused his dick to slide down, and his tip pushed against Reagan’s hole.

Reagan immediately came. His knees felt weak as he bit his forearm to keep himself from moaning loudly as thick ropes of cum shot out of him and splattered against the tile with an audible splash. As each rope of cum emptied from his balls his asshole clenched against the tip of the man’s dick. Reagan was glad he’d shaved his ass the night before so he could feel his cock without obstruction. Reagan must’ve unloaded nine or ten ropes of cum before he rested both hands against the wall, completely out of breath and breathing in what seemed like equal parts water vapor, air, and the smell of the man pushed against him.

As Reagan gulped in enough air to almost taste the man’s scent, the man stood up straight, his cock falling against his enormous hairy thighs.

“Sorry about the mess.” He said, pumping soap from the dispenser, his tricep tightening with each push.

“No worries.” Reagan turned around to face the man who had begun to wash his cock, which still hung almost to his knees. Then the man pulled Reagan into him and reached around to wash the cum off of Reagan’s back. Reagan wished he would’ve bent him over and licked the cum off of his back and tongue fucked it into his hole. Instead, the man gently rubbed Reagan’s lower back, until he started rubbing his ass. Now that he was done cleaning himself, the man reached both hands around Reagan, pulling him closer so that his face was almost buried between his pecs. Reagan raised his arms to support himself, and his hands landed on the man’s mounds of muscle. He could feel his large fingers rubbing his smooth as, pulling his cheeks apart, exposing his hole to the hot water, which opened him up enough for one of the man’s fingers to slip inside. It felt even bigger than it looked. After swirling his finger around his hole which coaxed muffled moans from Reagan who was still pressed into his chest.

“Ok bud, I think you’re all cleaned up.” The man said, slowly pulling his finger out of Reagan’s ass and grabbing him by the arms to pull him away from his chest.

“Thanks.” Reagan didn’t want this to end. But as quickly as he’d appeared the man left, towel over his shoulder, hairy bubble butt and swinging cock on full display for anyone he may pass on the way to his locker. Reagan stayed in the shower, still mesmerized by the encounter. He’d definitely be jerking off to this for a while.

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