1. Showering with a Stranger


    Date: 2/5/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: drenchme, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    I brought my towel to my face and dabbed softly at my perspiring forehead. ‘I’ve been skipping the gym for too long’ I thought to myself as I temporarily dried what seemed like a constant stream of sweat from my brow. I certainly wasn’t feeling my most attractive. I placed my towel back on the screen of the cross-trainer. ‘He’s staring again!’ That was the third time my eyes had met with those of the guy working out opposite me. Flashing me a smile this time as my face was once again revealed from behind the material. ‘Do I know him? Does he know me? What is with this guy...?’ I’d been a member for a few months now. I attended my induction with the overly muscular whatever-his-name-was, who made me feel extremely inadequate and (quite literally) belittled me, whilst patronisingly taking round several machines. Not being a regular I clearly hadn’t met this guy here... I just couldn’t place him. He’s around my height, a little taller, maybe five foot eleven inches; looked to be mid to late twenties, with short dark hair and almost black eyes. Pretty slim, he certainly didn’t need to be doing all that cardio... ‘He’s looking again, seriously what’s with this guy?’ I knew there was something more to this. I never forget a face. ‘ Oh maybe he’s... But why would he be looking at me? Of all the good looking guys to pick in here...’ My gaydar has always been shocking! I’ve never been able to tell and have put this down to being straight... ‘Woah wait a sec!’ My brain grabbed ...
    control of itself, shaking me back to reality. ‘Why are you noticing his physique...? His gorgeous smile...? What does it matter if he is gay?’ I mentally reminded myself. Yes so I’d dabbled a little with boys growing up. That’s normal isn’t it? But I was sure I was straight; totally and utterly sure. I was always drunk or it was just a joke. There was always some excuse. I turned the machine up a couple of notches and brought my attention back to the burning in my legs and tightness in my chest, proof of my lacking fitness. I don’t have a problem with my body as such. I have a very slim build and just wanted a little more here and there, a little toning. When you’re twenty three and can fit into clothes you bought at fourteen, you realise something’s up. After another fifteen minutes I cooled down, dismounted and headed for the water fountain. Several refreshing guzzles later, I turned and who should be there... “Sorry.” Was my first word to him, ‘Terribly British’ I thought as I moved out of the way, enabling him to quench his thirst. He didn’t. Instead he approached me with an out stretched hand. “Hi, I’m Lewis.” He said confidently through that gorgeous smile that I couldn’t help but notice, despite my mental protests. “Callum” I replied, shaking his hand firmly. I like a good solid handshake; especially when the opposing party has hands as soft as these. ‘He must moisturise... STOP NOTICING!!!’ There was no time to fight these strange thoughts fully, the conversation was ...
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