Gay dreams coming true
His big cock dream come true
The hot water released what was left of my tension, and I was glad to be
rid of the salty coating I had acquired between the gym and the tub. As I
lathered, I thought of asking Art if he could spare time for dinner
sometime after a later workout. "Hey, Art..." I turned around to ask him,
and I found him facing me, several showers away, fully lathered. But now
his dick, which had been only partly erect before, was standing straight
out. Art gasped and turned away from me so fast he almost lost his footing.
"Yeah, um, what is it?", he stammered as he hurriedly rinsed the slippery
lather from his crotch. I inquired about dinner, Art made a nervous
postitive reply, and he ducked back out to the lockers. When he did, I
noticed that he took his clothes from a locker that wasn't in my row.
When I got home from the gym that night, I tried to do some work on the
computer but found myself distracted. Why should Art be so ashamed of a
silly erection? I got boners in the bath and shower all the time; I didn't
think anything of it, but I suppose it would be a little embarrassing in
front of someone else. No, I couldn't say I didn't think anything of it--I
was surprised at being a little titillated by the sight of a handsome,
muscular man with an erection. Pointed right at me, no less.
