GENRE: Gay Erotica (MMM)
LENGTH: 3,009 words
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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.

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

Through necessity, I started going later and later until I was swimming in a near-empty pool, immediately before the complex closed. Some nights were better than others, but one night in particular would always stick in my mind.

I’d been held up at work and it was dark when I left, but I had my swimsuit in my briefcase, so I was able to go straight to the pool. There was something kind of eerie about the pool that night. It seemed completely deserted. I put that down to the oncoming autumn and the accompanying lower temperatures. Nevertheless, I was thrilled to find only one other lane occupied.

Without wasting any time, I dived in; the cool water instantly washing the day’s stresses away. I began swimming freestyle, pacing myself so I didn’t get worn out. After fifteen laps of freestyle, I did fifteen of backstroke and then fifteen of breaststroke. Butterfly was a bit too much for my capabilities and, as I wasn’t training for an Olympic marathon, I didn’t feel guilty about not including it in my fitness regimen. I finished up with a few more laps of freestyle.

By the time I pulled myself out of the water and onto the side of the pool, I was alone. I walked across the cool concrete, over a small patch of lawn and up the stairs to the changing rooms. Even from the doorway, I could hear one of the showers going. They were communal showers, two rows of ten shower heads facing each other in a tiled area, hidden by a wall which separated them from the toilet block.

I stripped off my swimsuit, hung it on a hook by my bag, and padded past the urinals before turning the corner.

The scene that confronted me stopped me in my tracks.

There were two men locked in an embrace, their lips pressed together as their hands roamed over each other’s V-shaped torsos. Both had the kind of body I aspired to have; honed, sculpted, perfect.

I stepped back behind the wall, undetected and aroused. My heart was pounding loudly in my ears. I glanced over my shoulder to check the area behind me, then returned my attention to the two men under the shower, peering like a naughty schoolboy around the corner.

One of the men was blond and had an all-over tan. He was taller and had his back to me. The other man was slightly shorter, broad-shouldered and hairy. His chest hair was thick, luxuriant, and the very sight of it made my rock-hard cock twitch. He was deeply tanned except where his swimsuit had been; the whiteness accentuating the perfect orb of the one butt cheek I could see.

As the blond guy dropped to his knees, my hand dropped to my cock, which by now was dribbling pre-come. My heart was still going a mile a minute; excitement and danger both in equal measure. I kept glancing over my shoulder, checking for pool staff, and then returning my attention to the hot cock-sucking action happening in front of me.

Mr. Dark had a massive pole on him, thick and heavily veined; the deep pink cock-head glistened with Mr. Blond’s spit. I almost began to salivate as I watched Mr. Blond open his throat and swallow the mighty rod all the way down to the pubes and back again. His mouth caressed the swollen shaft as he pulled his head back, and when the engorged cock-head reached his lips, he sucked it firmly before pushing his head forward again, taking the entire length once again down his throat.

I was getting a front seat, side-on view and they hadn’t even noticed me. That made the whole situation electric. Hot enough to force me to take my hand off my cock in case I shot my load too soon.