I never planned on it happening. At 24, I was just another dude in the city, hitting the gym after work, keeping my head down. But that night after pickup ball, Marcus caught my eye in the locker room the way he always didsweat shining on his dark skin, broad shoulders flexing as he peeled off his jersey. Wed been friends since college, always joking, always close, but something shifted when he looked at me and didnt look away.
Showers empty, he said, voice low. You coming?
I followed him in, heart pounding. The steam hit first, then the sight of him under the spray, water running down his chest, over his abs, straight to the thick dick hanging heavy between his legs. Mine twitched in response. Id never admitted it out loud, but Id jerked off thinking about this exact thing more times than I could count.
Marcus turned, caught me staring. You good? he asked, but his grin said he already knew.
Yeah, I muttered, stepping under the water next to him. Our arms brushed. Neither of us moved. The heat between us was thicker than the steam. He reached over, fingers wrapping around my dick without asking, stroking slow and firm. I groaned, hips pushing forward.
Fuck, youre hard already, he said, voice rough. Been wanting this?
I nodded, throat tight. Yeah. First time though.
He stepped closer, our bodies almost touching. Mine too with a dude. Lets take it easy. His free hand cupped my balls, rolling them while he pumped me. I reached for him, gripping his thick shaft, feeling it throb in my palm. We stroked each other under the spray, breathing heavy, eyes locked.
Marcus dropped to his knees first. His mouth was hot and wet, lips stretching around me as he took me deep. I braced against the wall, watching my dick disappear between his full lips, feeling his tongue work the underside. He sucked like hed been practicing, one hand gripping my thigh, the other stroking what he couldnt fit. My legs shook. Shit, Marcus that feels too good.
He pulled off, spit trailing from his mouth to my head. Your turn. I got on my knees, nervous but aching for it. His dick was heavy on my tongue, salty, thick. I opened wide, trying to take him, gagging a little before finding the rhythm. He groaned above me, hand on the back of my head, not pushing, just guiding. Suck it just like that. Fuck, your mouth
We moved to the bench outside the showers, towels forgotten. Marcus had lube in his bagalways prepared. He bent me over, fingers slick as he worked one, then two inside me, stretching slow while he kissed the back of my neck. Tell me if its too much, he whispered. It burned at first, then turned into something deeper, hotter. When he pushed his dick in, inch by inch, I bit the towel under me and pushed back, wanting all of him.
He fucked me steady, deep strokes that made my whole body light up. One hand on my hip, the other reaching around to jerk me in time with his thrusts. Skin slapped, sweat mixed with water, our moans echoing off the lockers. I came first, shooting across the bench, ass clenching around him. Marcus followed right after, burying himself deep with a low growl, filling the condom.
We cleaned up quiet but smiling, the air lighter between us. No big talk, just a look that said wed do it again.
That night was the startraw, messy, exactly what Id been needing without knowing how to ask.
