E2: He Followed Me Into the Showers | Before the Date

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

Recap: Last week, Ethan said he had a date and needed to clear his head. Told me to help him out like it was nothing. I got on my knees in the locker room, sucked him off while he barely looked at me, then he came in my mouth and left. Later, he texted: “might need you again after the weekend if the trick works.”

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I did not expect to see him again. Definitely not like this.
It was around 9:30 PM. Gym mostly cleared out. Just a few people still finishing their sets. I had wrapped up a legs workout and was showering. Steam curled off the tile. My head was down, eyes closed; just standing there and rinsing off.

I heard the door swing open. Didn’t think much of it; until I turned and saw him.

Ethan.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist. Shirtless. His skin was glistening like he’d just finished a brutal set. Phone in hand, scrolling like he couldn’t decide whether to rinse off or check his DMs. He smirked when he saw me. Walked right into the stall next to mine. No hesitation. “Bro. Leo..”

I blinked. “Yes..Ethan?”

He leaned against the tile. “It worked.”

“What do you mean?”

He grinned wider. “Last week. That blowjob you gave me? Nasty shit. I was able to last longer with this chick after. Like, way longer.”

He didn’t even wait for me to respond. Just stepped closer. I could see the drops of sweat running down his abs. “So,” he said casually, “you wanna help out again today?”

“I’ve got another date tonight,” he added, shifting his stance so the towel dipped lower across his waist. “This girl Emily. Hottie. I wanna impress her.”

His eyes slid down to my mouth. “And I’m not gay or anything. Just… figured you could help again"

I hesitated. “Bro..I thought that was a one-time thing.”

Ethan turned, walked back out of the stall, and dropped his phone on the bench like he was setting down a water bottle. “C’mon, man,” he called back. “I really wanna bang this chick tonight. Emily’s hot as hell. If I cum now, I’ll last longer when I fuck her tonight.”

He looked at me over his shoulder. Waiting.

I swallowed.

“…Yeah. Okay.”

He turned back around, already grinning. “I was jerking off before I came to the gym,” he said, stepping closer. “But fuck... I couldn’t finish. I always need a mouth or a pussy on my cock to get off.”

He looked down at me, “Then I remembered; you suck dick like crazy.” He let his towel drop and stepped in close, like my mouth was already open for him.

I dropped to my knees. “I’m only doing this to help out, man,” I mumbled, looking up at him. “I’m not into you or anything.”

Ethan smirked like he didn’t believe me. Or didn’t care. “Thanks, Leo,” he said, stepping closer. “You’re the best." He angled his cock in one hand and guided it to my mouth, slow and deliberate, like he’d done this a hundred times. I caught it right away: sweat, a trace of precum from when he was probably jerking off before the gym, blending with the warm, salty taste of his skin after a workout.

I wrapped my lips around the head, tongue teasing the slit, spit already pooling at the corners of my mouth.

“Fuck, Leo. Yeah. This is exactly what I needed.”

He looked down at me, smirking. “Fuck, man. You suck way better than the girl I fucked last weekend. You should do it more.”

One hand gripped my hair while the other braced against the wall. Then he shoved and buried his cock deeper like my mouth was his to use. His cock drove deep into my mouth...wet, blunt, fast. I gagged. Water hit the back of my neck. My hands scrambled for his thighs as he started to fuck my face with the same rhythm he probably used on the leg press.

“Open wider,” he said. “You’re good at this. Might as well go deeper this time..”

He set the pace; fast, controlled, brutal. Each thrust pressed my nose to his abs, skin slapping against skin, balls hitting my chin. My throat tightened, then gave in. I drooled, choked, swallowed.

“Emily better fucking appreciate this,” he muttered. “You’re doing all the hard work.”

He adjusted his grip and shoved his cock deeper into my mouth. My gag reflex fired again and again. Didn’t stop him. He held me there until my eyes watered and spit poured down my neck in hot, slick strands. “Fuck, yeah bro” he groaned. “Throat’s fucking tight.”

He started moaning louder. Low, animal sounds. Still fucking my mouth like it was a means to an end. My jaw ached. My knees shook. I was soaked, rock hard, untouched. He was deep in my throat, heavy and slick, and I could taste everything. Sweat. Salt. That raw, gym-boy flavor that clung to his skin. The deeper he got, the nastier it got. I fucking loved it.

I pulled back for a second just to breathe, spit webbing from my lips to the tip of his cock. “You taste so fucking good,” I muttered, voice hoarse, throat ruined. “Tastes like sweat and cum.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, fist tightening in my hair. “Say that again.”

I didn’t get the chance. He shoved back in, harder this time, burying himself deep again. My eyes rolled. My throat fluttered around him. I could feel every vein now, every twitch like he was about to blow.

His hips stuttered. Breathing turned ragged. Wet, desperate grunts filled the stall; every thrust louder, sloppier. I gagged around him, spit bubbling up around the seal of my lips. The slap of skin against skin echoed with every grind of his hips. He let out a long, guttural moan, cock twitching hard against my tonsils. Then he growled, “Fu-uckk Gonna nut... don’t pull back...”

One last thrust. Balls pressed to my chin. Then he came. Hot, salty, thick.

I gagged once, then swallowed. Fast. Barely keeping up. His cock pulsed against my tongue, dumping shot after shot down my throat.

He pulled out halfway through the last spurt on purpose. Let it paint my lips, my chin. Then slapped the head of his cock against my lips, slow and wet. Cum dripped down my mouth, slid off my chin, hit the tile with a tap and mixed into the stream of shower water running past my knees.

He looked down, satisfied. Smirking. “I wonder if Emily can deepthroat better than you.” Then he stepped back and grabbed his towel, drying his face. Before he turned to leave, he looked down at me one more time and said, “Leo. I think I might need to invite you over if the date doesn’t go well.”

He walked off...slow, loose, like he’d just hit a new PR.

I was still kneeling there, dripping. Throat raw. Cum and water mixing on the floor. And deep down, I had a feeling he was going to call me over even if the date went well. He just needed an excuse to fuck my throat, and I secretly loved every part of servicing a straight guy.

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