nudged the back of my throat, my hand groped his wet slippery cheeks, my fingertips reaching down his crack till they touched his hole. This gave him a new energy, and he held the back of my neck as he thrust his cock into my mouth. As I tightened my mouth to bring his pleasure on harder, he sighed and grunted quietly. My finger traced over his opening, then I slid a finger in, probing his warm soft flesh. This was enough to bring him off; his hand pumped the base of his cock, my mouth still enveloping his end, a twitch in his cock, and then a flood of warm, salty cum as he froze and shuddered, and bucked into me. I mouthed him hard, taking pulse after pulse of young fresh spunk, as he grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth energetically. One last twitch, and he was still, and the grip on my hair loosened.

He may have climaxed, but I wasn’t through with him yet. I swallowed his load slowly, then I stood up, and slammed him round to face the wall, kissing his neck hard and feeling the contact of his buttocks against my hips. He was still post-orgasm, dazed and shaky. My one thought was how good it would feel, to part his buttocks, feel his wet writhing body impaled on my steel-hard shaft, to fuck him senseless … but …my condoms were at home, dammit. I enveloped his slippery body with mine, hearing his fast, deep panting. My cock lay along the valley of his bottom, and I dry-humped him slowly, enjoying the feel, too horny now to think of letting him go. His body seemed to relax against mine, and slowly he fell into a dreamy rhythm, gyrating his hips back into my groin, humping me back, offering his arse, sending a powerful unspoken signal, the bottom hungry for a hard fucking.

And then it was too much, I was cumming fast and freely, pushing into the cleft of his buttocks, pressing him into the partition wall till it creaked and bent. A warm wetness, as my cum spread over his rump and legs, but still I kept on cumming, grinding against him, running my lips over the hard sinews of his shoulder, the feel of wet, naked man.

I’d come down, light-headed and dazed now, hearing our breathing echoing off the walls, the heady scent of cum rising into my nose, and the taste of his spunk still strong on my tongue. I wanted to talk now, say how good he had felt, but he abruptly turned to go, not meeting my eye but smiling awkwardly and slipping out through the curtain.

So that was how a perfect session ended for him, no afterglow, no strings? For me, the chase was now on. I couldn’t let him escape. I would get his number, ask him over back to my place right now, or tomorrow, finish off what we’d begun? Work over his body at leisure, give him what he craved, fuck him in every position that I could dream of? I showered again quickly, dried off, and went after him.

But the locker room was deserted. My ten-minute dream boy had fled.