He caught my eye in the weight room: older, tall, well-built, steely blue eyes, black hair and a crooked smile. He looked like he was going commando as I distinctly saw the outline of a long, fat cock beneath his gray flannel shorts.

Later, in the shower, he hadn't closed the curtain and stood there under the steamy spray in all his masculine glory soaping up his muscular hairy body, his meaty uncut cock swinging along with his egg-sized testicles.

Unashamedly, not bothering to close the curtain, I stepped in to the shower across from him and soaped myself up, working on my cock as he gleefully nodded with approval. I was hard in no time and started to jack my dick. He watched, handling his own stiff meat as the two of us built up a rhythm, readying our cocks for each other.

He made the first move, entered my shower and closed the curtain. I could feel his breath we were so close. Our partly covered cockheads touched. It was electric. He wrapped his hand around the veiny thickness of his manly erection and I followed suit, the two of masturbating ourselves...and in a few strokes we were masturbating each other.

His hairy-knuckled fist knew just how to work my foreskin to create a deluge of precum that mixed with the soap to form the perfect lubricant. When he put both of our horny pricks in his hand I took hold of his bull-sized balls and pressed them against my own. They were heavy as stones and had a comforting warmth. The feel of his burning manhood beating against mine was enough to make my cock swell with an urgency I'd never experienced.

I couldn't contain myself and started to ejaculate up onto his hairy chest, powerful streamers of milky seed. This set him off, and he started to shoot ropey spurts of cum onto my flat abdomen. He masturbated the two of us with the skill of an experienced frotter, draining our nuts of their abundant reserve as we shared our consuming orgasm.

When finally done he kept our still excited members in his fist as our breathing returned to something near normal. Our spent balls slowly descended into their respective sacs as our exhausted cocks slipped from his fist.

He gave me a crooked smile and returned to his shower as the sound of a rowdy group of teens disturbed the quiet of what had happened. In the locker room we exchanged numbers...and, well became bate buddies.