Swimming is the perfect, low-impact choice for a whole body workout. The rewards aren’t only a swimmer’s body -- a perfect V-shaped torso, muscular shoulders, and zero body fat -- but also the cavalcade of other sculpted bodies you can admire as they climb out of the pool. In the changing rooms, you can admire perfect male bodies unobstructed by swimsuits. Clean lines, sculpted muscles, cocks hanging free. Proud men stroll naked to and from the showers, drying themselves openly for all to see. In the showers themselves, beneath the warm rush of water, you can watch other men washing their hair, torsos, and parts further down. You might even catch the odd furtive glance, the slight increase in the size of a nearby dick to betray someone’s best attempt to look as if he isn’t fascinated by the naked bodies surrounding him. Occasionally, you might see more than you could have expected or hoped to see. Much more.

Muscled Shower Show

Both men looked at me. Mr. Dark smiled, though Mr. Blond looked a bit shocked. It didn't matter, since he was beyond the point of no return. I had chosen my time well.


Mr Blond’s eyes stayed on my cock for a few seconds, taking in the vision of me standing there, jerking off and riding my fingers. Then he closed his eyes and thrust upwards, keeping his cock deep inside Mr Dark’s arsehole as he blew his load. He thrust again, as a second or third jet of come erupted into Mr Dark’s tight, hairy hole.


I couldn’t hold off any more. I grunted, drawing both men’s attention. A thick, pearly-white stream of warm come erupted from the head of my cock, arching through the air and streaking the beige tiles of the shower area. I thrust my hips upwards as a second, third, and fourth jet rocketed out, splattering against the tiles.


“Thanks, guys,” I said, flicking a bead of come from my hand.


Mr. Blond nodded and slowly pulled his glistening cock out of Mr. Dark.


Chapter 3