every locker room, guys secretly checked each other out while showering and more than once, I caught Tom looking over my way.  Of course I always managed to need to rinse my back at those times; to turn around and give him the best view possible of my own equipment.  Most of the time though he didn’t avert his eyes as men do in those situations.  Rather, without openly staring, he seemed unashamed of checking me out.  I took this as a good sign.

Months went by and nothing (other than quietly checking each other out) came of my “shower buddy” Tom.  I was resigned that I would never have the chance to get to know him any better.  From time to time, I would try to strike up a conversation when we were dressing by the rows of lockers, but he seemed reluctant or shy.  I figured he was straight and wasn’t interested in pursuing any fun relationship with me.  I resigned myself to admiring him from afar and using him as fuel for some of my masturbatory fantasies.  And some of those fantasies were fantastic!

Then there came a holiday weekend.  I don’t remember if it was Labor Day or which minor holiday it was, but it was the Friday before the Monday celebration.  Many guys had elected to take the day off, making a nice four-day weekend.  Attendance was very light at the pool.  I was disappointed because it meant that I wouldn’t get to see my regular assortment of naked guys in the shower.  And to make matters worse, Tom did not seem to be there either.

I did a few laps and hit the locker room early hoping that maybe Tom was running late and I would at least get the chance to see him don his trunks.  No luck. 

I stripped down, grabbed my towel and hit the shower room.  There was only one guy there; a rather portly man in his late fifties.  He smiled and wished me a good morning.  Something a bit out of the ordinary as the unwritten rule in the shower is that men don’t talk to each other there.  I wished him the same, turned my back and started to lather up.  After a few minutes, I heard him shut his shower off and he left the room.

I sighed and resigned myself to a lonely shower and proceeded to wash the chlorine out of my hair.  My eyes were closed to prevent soap in my eyes when I heard the second shower head at my station being turned on.  I was a little shocked at this as I thought I was alone in the shower room.  As soon as I could, I rinsed my head and chanced a look at who had decided to join me on that side of the room.  I know it sounds impossible, but yes, it was him.  Tom was also washing his hair so had his eyes shut as well.  I chanced a long slow gaze of his superb body and delicious looking cock.  What a man.  And why had he joined me here and not taken up position at another shower head away from mine?

I averted my eyes so he wouldn’t spook and move away thinking I was hitting on him.  I didn’t want to do anything to cause him to move away.  I soaped my pits and stomach and began to lather my crotch and ass.  He stepped forward to get under his nozzle spray and rinse his head.  As I continued