It’s a Tuesday. I’m finishing my workout at my neighborhood gym. I walk into the locker room, throw my clothes off, and head to the showers. The water is warm. I’m feeling like a real go-getter. The endorphins, the steam – it’s relaxing. Veeery relaxing. I take a handful of the shower gel that the gym supplies in buckets and start lathering up. I’m making sure things are clean down there. Really, really clean. (Not really, readers – I’m jerking off. Duh.)
So I’m a showerbater; I admit it. I like putting on a show, and for the most part, the other people at my gym seem OK with it too. The couple of guys showering around me look as though they like seeing a show. I’m not just showing off; I like the idea of sexuality at the gym. It’s like these showers are a site of fraternal bonding. We are all here together, working on ourselves, motivating one another – and wow, this is feeling really good. I grab some more soap, bite my lip, and...
It’s not as hard as you might think – I mean, to hide your boner when you’re stark naked. You do a kind of thing where you press it up against yourself and hide it behind your forearm. Ok, now keep moving—washing, and stuff. For anyone to get a good look, either you or the looker has to hold still. Somebody has to lock eyes with your dick to really see it. The reason I bring this up is because practically the minute I “finish up,” the shower door swings open and a young guy that the gym has recently hired, the masturbation monitor, is staring at me.
Openly jerking off with your friends and neighbors in the shower is probably unique to gay gyms, but everyone showerbates. Guys will tell you they do it because it’s easy – hey, no mess! But the truth? The shower is safe. God doesn’t look at you here; he’s no pervert. And if you didn’t grow up with God watching you masturbate, you probably got into the habit because your mom didn’t see you there – except under some very extreme...
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