I could barely move my limbs because my muscles were so exhausted. I was out in the blistering sun for hours playing tennis matches with some guys from my athletic club. Luckily the heat caused many of them to strip their shirts and play bare-chested. The glare of the sunshine from their sweaty and oiled pecs distracted me the entire time I played, though I still came out pretty well for a novice.

I’d just moved to the area so I wasn’t very familiar with anyone in town. I joined the club because I wanted two things: to stay in shape and to cruise for hunks. In my old city, the athletic club was the place to go if you wanted to get laid. We all knew each other really well, and never had a problem spotting each other or showering together.

A lot of the people that I met were really nice and cordial, but they all seemed tragically straight. Most of them brought their wives or kids along with them, so I knew they were all out of the question. That didn’t mean that I couldn’t admire them from a distance, however, or get turned on while playing a match of tennis with them.

After I went inside, I sat on the bench in the locker room for a while, letting my muscles rest up a bit. It was also nice seeing all the tight, manly buns pass by my direct line of sight. I was still clothed in gym shorts, so it was easier to hide the boner slowly rising between my legs. I wanted to shower and get a real treat of eye candy, but I also wanted to wait until some men left so they wouldn’t notice my stiff cock. I wouldn’t normally be like that in a locker room, but those guys were so hot and fit and it had been so long since I had gotten laid that I couldn’t control myself anymore. Besides, there were still plenty of penises for me to see flopping around in the changing area as the guys tore off their sweat-soaked gym clothes.

After about twenty minutes of massaging my sore calves and shoulders, the locker room went empty. My hard-on had just gone down, so I was ready to hit the showers. I couldn’t wait because I felt filthy from the long tennis workout. Plus I wanted to relieve some of the tension that had built up in my groin while sneaking glances at the round rumps and dangling dicks.

I pulled off my black gym shorts and headed for the showers. I turned the knob on and let the stream of cold water hit my burning skin. I lathered up with body wash and rubbed down my budding pecs, solid arms, and tight stomach. My long blonde hair clung to my cheeks as the water ran down my head. I put some more body wash in my hands and started massaging my cock and balls between my fingers. It felt soft and smooth because I had shaved the day before, hoping to impress or get the attention of someone in the showers. Being here alone was nice too, however, and my dick began to grow large in my hands.

I started stroking my shaft very slowly, making sure to lube it up now and then with