Answer to No-one; Story One

It was just one of those days. Nothing had changed. Go to work, go to gym, go home. Same thing five days a week. But the one thing that blew me away was the day someone cracked onto me in the gym, and that was a wild night.

I had gone to the gym that Friday night, and started to practice some martial arts before I got onto the weights. I looked at the people there. Not many. A few older guys, and one cute guy on one of the thigh machines. I took up my weights and started exercising while watching him in the mirror. Those beautifully sculpted arms and those powerful legs. A good sign of a firm butt. I lost count of how many lifts I'd done, so I called it 15 and kept going. He had a dark brown hair cut short, and a tanned face.

After my workout, I went to the change rooms. Low and behold, there he was in his underwear, Black speedo underwear outlining his huge cock. It looked great. Not wanting to look like a pervert, I went to my locker and started to undress. I have a lean but not muscled figure, with red hair. I was about to remove my pants when the guy called out to me. I looked around, he was still in his underwear, but fishing out something from his bag.
“Hey” I said in a casual tone.
“How did your workout go? You looked like you were pushing yourself.”
“Nah, just making sure i sweat. I prefer to sweat,” I answered. “You seemed to do it all with ease.”
“Just practice.” He responded. By this time I was in my speedo underwear as well and had my towel over my shoulder. He had found his towel and was moving to the showers. The showers were single cubicals, but had fog glass, so it was a major tease for me. I took one cubical and he took the one next to it. I removed my underwear and watched out of the corner of my eye as he removed his. I couldn't see details, but he was hung like a horse and had no chest hair. Gods he was almost perfect.
“Whats your name?” He called through the sounds of running water.
“I'm Terry.”
“Jack.” He replied. “What do you do for a living?” Such an inquisitive guy. Oh well, might as well play along, can't do any harm.
“I'm a telemarketer. Calling clients and asking questions about this, that o the other and I also lead my team with their work, monitoring them and taking complaints. What about you?”
“A builder,” Jack answered. I meet a lot of builders when I go out, so this answer came as little surprise to me.
“Nice.” I said. I had washed down quickly before I got turned on. As far as I am concerned, if you have an erection in the male changing room, you are a target for someone to punch your head in. I can fight, don't get me wrong, but I don't like my odds against a muscular guy. I dried down in the cubical and put my underwear on. I went to the locker. Jack was a few minutes behind me. He got dressed as well while we talked about music and other stuff. As we were finally ready to leave, Jack asked me what I was doing tonight.
“I'm going to the Ice Bite. It is close to hear. About ten minutes by car. But I'm going home first.” Ice Bite was a bar that had either live bands of karaoke nights. Tonight was a band.
“Well, I might see you there then.” Jack shook my hand and as I turned to leave, he stroked my arse. I didn't show any sign of it bothering me, but in my mind, it was evident he wanted to have his cock seriously close to mine.