I was late out of the gym, perhaps 9:30pm, and showering as usual. Thirsty, but saving my thirst for that first delicious cold beer on the way home. A cute guy was there, about 22, standing with the other guys out of the pool, but I didn’t notice him till they had gone. Sleek, young, the soap and water running over his skin and making it shine. While he wasn’t looking, I had a discrete stare. Eye candy, an unexpected treat at the end of a long, tedious work-out.

OK, let me admit it. One of the attractions of the sports centre was the changing room and the showers, the chance to be around naked, well-toned bodies, the simple pleasure of watching, innocently; none of the tension and attitude and pressure that hung around gay saunas. Here, guys were natural, and as far as I could assume, totally straight. It was not the place or the time or the person to try anything on. There were bars and other haunts and websites where I could get my sex partners. I knew that my cute guy was unavailable, but it was always nice to stare discretely, take in the view, get that nice warm feeling, and take that image home to keep me warm later.

The faint traces of a tan. His buttocks, firm, smooth, his rump deliciously fuckable. A masculine, hard edge to his shoulders, his movements relaxed and spontaneous, unselfconscious. Swinging round, a defined chest, a slightly continental look, and a thin, youthful cock. A pendant charm hung from his neck, on a thin leather string.

OK, play it cool. I saw young guys naked here all the time, in the locker room, the shower. It was the wrong time to get all heated, but I couldn’t draw my eyes away. While his back was turned, I could study his body, admire the proportions and the contours of his muscles, but my eye was drawn to his buttocks, the inviting, girlish curves.

Control yourself, now. Look away. My penis, shrunken from my cooling dip in the pool, was starting to fill out slightly, nothing obvious. At this rate, I gave myself perhaps one minute before I knew my arousal would begin to show, and I’d have to retreat to the locker room. I tried to think of something un-sexy … my tax, my credit card bill, my boss … but I felt the strong urge to stay with him, bask in the warm glow of his sexiness.

I glanced at his face, young, clean shaven. His eyes, embarrassed, flicked away from me. So! Was he clocking me? A little burst of adrenalin, and I felt a new crazy thrill, a dangerous flirting game coming on that I couldn’t resist. I would put him to the test. My shower valve had clicked off, automatically, and instead of pressing the button immediately, I let the shower head drip as I spread gel over my skin, steadily down my belly, till my hand reached my manhood, then casually as possible, spread it around my cock and balls.

Quickly, I glanced up at him again. He was staring downwards, to where my hands were moving, his lips parted slightly. Then, just for a fleeting moment, I caught the intense blue of his eyes as he met my gaze, then glanced away, embarrassed. Yes! He was definitely looking. OK, he’s just curious, man-to-man, all men in showers check out each other’s dicks. It’s not a gay