to lather my body, he started doing the same.  He started at his feet and worked his way up his legs to his crotch.  All the time, not acknowledging me or even glancing in my direction although he was less than two feet from me.

We both were soaping our cocks and I was afraid that I would get a hardon right then and there.  I knew if I did, he would probably bolt and that was the last thing I wanted right then.  But he turned away from me giving me a perfect view of his gorgeous bubble butt ass.  Soap suds were sliding down his back and being channeled to the crack of that beautiful butt.  It was all I could do not to reach out and stroke those firm globes.

I felt myself stiffen as he started to turn back toward me.  To prevent him from seeing my excitement, I turned as well, presenting him with a view of my ass.  This was driving me crazy.  To stall for time, I started washing myself all over again.  Hell I’d stay there till my whole body wrinkled if Tom was willing to stay and share my shower pole with me.  I lathered my ass again making sure to work my fingers into the crack.  Then I bent over and started lathering my thighs again presenting him with a full view of my ass.  Take that, you hung hunk!

Then I heard a sound that made my heart sink.  He had turned off his shower.  I heard his wet feet on the concrete floor as he headed for the hooks where we all hung towels until we had finished showering.  I turned to look as he crossed the locker room; he hadn’t stopped to towel off.  He was headed for one of the three private changing rooms.  Damn!  He never used those rooms.  I was saddened to think I was going to be denied the chance to watch him towel off and get dressed.  This wasn’t going to be my day.

When Tom opened the door of one of the changing rooms, he paused and turned.  He looked directly at me across the locker room and that beautiful face broke into the biggest open smile I had ever seen.  Our eyes locked and he gave me one slow nod of his head before he turned and went into the changing room.

Was it the invitation I thought it was?  It had to be.  But if it wasn’t, would I take the chance of getting a punch in the nose by following him there?  I told myself, “Fuck it!” and started rinsing soap off me as fast as I could.  I was going for it.  What the hell.  A punch in the schnoz verses the chance to get with Tom was well worth it.

I rinsed fast and almost ran to the other side of the locker room to the door Tom had just entered.  It was slightly ajar and I cautiously moved it open to peer inside.  Tom sat on a small stool, his back to me.  He was using his towel on his thighs in a sort of lack-luster way that my fevered imagination read as stalling until I came in.  Lord, I hoped so.  I took a quiet step into the small space and heard the latch of the door click as it shut behind me.  At the sound, Tom turned on the stool and looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes.

I started to say something –