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Let me tell you about my friend Roxanne ——Don’t judge me.

***btw I got a little carried away in the details there’s some gay stuff in here but it contributes to the overall story

So this happened before I even met Miguel. The only sexual experience that I had before I left my hometown, was with Tommy, and I wasnt really sure what I was into. So when I moved to the city, I decided to try out a few different things.

I liked having sex with women. But that is all that it really was to me. Just sex. I remember discovering the subworld of gay hookup culture in the gym as well. Guys who would walk around naked semi chubbed in the locker room weren’t just getting changed, they were advertising. Most of these men were married. Especially the ones 30 and up.

Gym bros that at all times worked out together, particularly the real muscled ones, were often getting it on behind the scenes too.

There was this guy named Dominic. He was a total hot head, but sweet enough. He wasnt an asshole, he was just a very boisterous ladies man. And he would get the attention of many. Incredibly smooth light caramel colored skin, almost unreal blush pink lips that held back a smile that was sure to break a million hearts. He was about my height at around 5’11, with a few tattoos, and a really in shape body.

When he would swagger in, he would say things to me like “What the (insert derogatory word to represent women) looking like today doggie!” Before going off to mark his territory with the rest of his pack.

One day in particular I got a call from the desk (I was still working housekeeping and front desk at this time), that the shower was busted and wouldn’t turn off. So I grab some spare tools from the housekeeping closet (not a set, just a random collection of tools that happen to accumulate over the years), and head into the shower.

“Hey this thing won’t shut off.” A man, whom I would later get to know as Nick, a douchebag and a big time litigator… and husband to Roxanne. He was probably about 37, white, very hairy and pretty average looking all around. He was completely naked (not even shower shoes, which totally baffles me still), and his dick was pretty small…this will be essential later.

“Hey Kid, you work here?” as if my uniform, and the tools I was carrying didn’t give it away. “Come look at this thing.”

He prompted me into his shower showing me how the nozzle was loose and wasn’t tightening. Not an uncommon issue. Members would wear the valves out by turning the handels too roughly in the wrong direction. Righty tighty, lefty loosey folks. He shows me the loose handle and I start to work…thinking he was done showering. But I hear the thud of sudsy water splatting against the ground and look up to see him washing.

“Oh sorry, I will come back.” I say, kinda puzzled. He was standing like a foot away from me with his dick at eye level.

“I’m done.” He walks out of the shower after rinsing himself. I go back to work unscrewing the frame from the handle. Once I get it open I see that the underlying screws are new, and require a tool that I don’t have. I believe this to be a maintenance conspiracy. On occasion, I would suggest to them, not ordering parts that only they have the equipment to deal with…but they don’t listen. We all want to be wanted I guess:)

“Shit.” I say under my breath.

“What’s the matter?” I spin at the sound of the voice. It’s Dominic. His lean frame glistened from a workout.

“I just-” Dominic removes his tank-top revealing a body I didn’t know he possessed. He had a towel in one hand and held it into the shower water, and began toweling his body off. I struggle to continue “-Nothing, I just… am missing a tool.”

“Lemme see that.” He says leaning in close to me. I can feel his body heat. His masculine fragrance. If he was trying to tease me, it was working, albeit his focus on the shower head suggested otherwise. And try as I might, I began to grow.

“I got one of these out in my truck…Be right back!” He exited the locker room and returned shortly after with a set of tools. I could hear some of the girls cat-calling him as he came back in. He never bothered to put his shirt back on. The tool set I’m sure made him look that much hotter. I refused to look. I was wrestling back a chubb, and didn’t want any more fuel on this fire.

Dominic reached in and produced the exact tool. And with me gripping, and him screwing -only in recounting do I realize how sexual this sounds- we tighten up the shower enough to get it to turn off and on properly.

“Thanks bro!” I say. I stand up.

Big mistake.

My dick, while no longer hard, clearly and quite visibly flops to one side of my leg. Right at Dominic’s eye level. It wasn’t hard but it was visible and hanging almost halfway to my knee.

His eyes go big. He turns red, and looks away from me.

“Sorry dude, didn’t mean to put your eye out there.” I joke. Hoping he doesn’t make a big deal of it. Instead he shyly laughs.

“Wow, it looks big…Bet you get a lot of pussy with that thing.” He says. There’s a super awkward moment of silence where we make eye contact. He’s looking up at me, asking for permission.

Then silently, glancing around, he reaches for my bulge.

He starts to stroke it through my pants, his face in disbelief as it grows. I reach up and turn the shower back on, turning the nozzle away so we don’t get soaked. I hoped it would keep anyone from just walking in on us.

In a very brief amount of time I’m ROCK hard.

“No fuckin way.” Dominic says to himself, like I’m not even there.

He pulls my pants down and my cock springs into his face. Dominic is floored, and I’m a nervous bundle of knots, glancing around making sure nobody is coming.

-Okay, so I was supposed to be talking about Roxanne…we’ll get there eventually, I got distracted.-

Dom’s soft pink lips part in an expression of awe. He strokes my cock with his hand, swallowing hard, his mouth watering. I couldn’t believe this guy was into cock like this. I had so many questions: Was this his first time? Was he into me, or just my dick? Would he let me kiss him?

His lips meet my dick, his warm wet tongue curiously exploring around the head, his throat…

This was not his first.

And boy did it feel good. I remained quiet, so afraid and yet turned on that I just sat still and let him use my cock.

He started making a ton of noise gagging on it. When a group of guys, racquetball players, enter the locker room. Loud and ready to take a shower…I knew the group well. They would fill every available shower…We had to get out of there.

Dominic had the same idea. He looked at me for the first time. I nodded. He stood up, biting his lip and holding onto my meat, he peaked out the shower door. The coast was clear. He turned back to me and placed his index finger on those gifted lips and mouthed “Shhhhhh.” I knew what this meant.

What happened here…never happened.

He gave me the sexiest, dangerous smile, and made a quick exit. Leaving behind his tools.

That just meant that I would return them later…

I waited in that shower for my raging hard to go down. Just enough time for the racquetball guys to get undressed and make their way in. Looking back on it now, I’m sure some of them were getting it on with each other. I left as they came in.

Later that day, I switched departments to finish out my day at the front desk. When in comes Roxanne.

Now, I at all times liked her. But the guys (all of whom tried to shoot their shot), and the girls, would call her the B word. They wondered she was stuck up. I just saw her as a woman who was focused, and who didn’t have time for the bullshit. One thing the gym has built me sensitive to was how guys treated women they wanted something from. How they could be attentive for the promise of pussy. But those things don’t last after they get what they want.

Roxanne was a showstopper for sure. She was probably about 5’5, with these deliciously brown/hazel eyes. Long dark hair. She was slim in the waist both before and still after having her child. She had a nice toned body, and a really thicc ass. And my favorite, full large breasts. She also had this sultry, smokey voice that I wondered was really cool.

I treated Roxanne like I treated everyone else. Respect, curiosity (meaning when I ask you how your day was going, I truly wanted to know), and sovereignty. And unless a member was an ass to me, I was genuinely happy that they were there. I think Roxanne picked up on this. When I first met her she would say nothing but a word or two…then she started to let slip that she was unhappy. She was a relatively new wife (to Nick). And an even newer mother.

She really seemed stressed out, and over her head. So when she was short with me, I wouldn’t hold it against her.

People would make remarks about how a not so attractive man could get a girl like her, blaming it on his money. But I didn’t believe that. That wasn’t her story. On this day in particular after having that encounter with her man, it wasn’t hard to believe that she was missing a few extra inches in her life. But I shunned away that kind of thinking. She came in carrying her baby. Her movement seemed extra hostile this day. She scanned her card, and the computer notified me that it was her birthday.

“Oh my God, happy birthday!” I said. She looked up in total shock.

“How did you know?” She replied.

“The computer tells us.” I could already see tears starting to swell her eyes. She took off toward the child care without saying much if anything else.

I don’t know why it bothered me so much. But I felt I had to do something. I had a lunch break coming up and had an idea. See, one of the reasons why I at all times kinda took a liking to her, is that she had an affection for these protein cookies that we would sell. But she only wanted the chocolate chip flavor. I FELT THE SAME WAY! They were by far the best, and didn’t taste…healthy, if you know what I mean. The issue was, we were at all times out of stock. They were so hard for us to hang onto them.

I had a friend who worked at the health food store down the street who would sell them to me by the box, instead of individually. So on my lunch I went to him and bought a box (two actually:) and had it wrapped at the hobby store next door.

I made it back before Roxanne was done working out. On her way out I handed her the box, and said Happy Birthday!

She looked so puzzled. when she unwrapped the box and saw what it was. She definitely started to cry.

“Thank you.” She took the box, and her child, and left quickly.

The next day when I saw her, she seemed lighter, happier. I remember her telling me that nobody, not even her husband even remembered her birthday.

We began to talk and she confided in me that she loved her husband. She said that he was the first man to really pay attention to her for more than her looks. But she was feeling lost in her marriage. She said her husband was all about appearances, and once he had the wife, and the kid, she felt like she had become a trophy in a display case.

I don’t think she was coming onto me. But the more we talked, the more I was into her. Till one day we wound up fucking at her house…or should I say mansion. Her husband was away on company.

I knew it was coming. They way she would bite her lip and hold my gaze. It made me nervous, and she found that cute I guess.

If I had tried to come onto her, the way other guys had, none of this would have happened. She didn’t know that I prefered guys, and later she told me that the fact that I would listen to her without flirting, was a massive turn on.

We started making out in her kitchen. That progressed upstairs to her shower, where we started to undress each other. She was SO much easier to lift than the guys I was used to.

When she got my pants down the look of shock on her face was so validating, it made my cock bounce with happiness. She deserved every inch that I was going to give to her…and so did her husband.

We stayed engulfed in the steam of the shower, and I explored her body with my mouth, hands, and tongue. I would grab her full perfect tits from behind while kissing her neck, and she would sway her hips and push them back into me so that my hard dick would slide in between her legs. I gently rolled her nipples between my index and middle finger, making her knees give and her whole body would tremble.

Finally when we were done, light headed from the heat of the water, I toweled her dry and carried her to her bed. I layed her flat. Put the towel over eyes, and spent the next ten minutes or so teasing her body with kisses, nibbles and blowing gently over her nipples.

She loved it.

I’ve never heard someone moan quite like that. She gave into the pleasure. When I felt like I reached a threshold, I would advance. I ate her out, and she came the first time in my mouth.

It was crazy, by this point we didn’t need any lube. I slid the first few inches in, and she gasped and screamed. I had to pace myself. I should have been watching her but my gaze was fixed on the picture of her husband on the shelf. I was so turned on by the wondered of him watching me do what he refused to do.

She had a habit of clawing the shit out of my back. Scares I still have to this day. Infact Amir asked me about them once – It was probably the only time I refused to answer one of his questions, because Amir had a company relationship with her husband – I just said “You don’t wanna know.”

It wasn’t long before she was squirting either. I wasn’t able to go fully inside her. She kept pushing me back when I was a little over half way. I had her on her back and would lift her legs perpendicular to the bed and squeeze them together as I thrust inside her.

I kept going on and on until I sensed that she was tired, and had cum all she could give. I unloaded deep inside her. I was wearing a condom btw.

I lay next to her and caressed her body until she fell asleep. Then I left.

We would fuck several more times. The last time we did it, I told her that I was gay. It was the first time the words came out of my mouth like that. She didn’t believe me at first. But then her confusion turned to excitement. We don’t have sex anymore, but we are still good friends to this day.

For appearances sake, her husband made her stop gonna my then gym, to go to the fancier resort style club across town. The club that I would soon take over, and where I met Amir.

Oh!…I did give Dominic his tools back. And yes we did fuck. But it wasn’t as eventful as you would hope.

Okay really quickly – Dominic text me the next day, after he helped me fix the shower, asking about his tool set. He got my number from one of the front desk girls who he was banging. We agreed to meet up at his job which was at a mechanic shop, where they fix these big diesel trucks. It was late at night and the shop was closed. I hand him back his tools, and it gets quiet and awkward. I made a opinion on how big the trailers were.

“They’re even bigger inside…Wanna see?”

And in the back of the trailer we fucked. The ag smell of the trailer brought me back to home…and Tommy…I quickly shook the feelings from me.

He was willing to have my dick in his mouth but before he did, I made him kiss me. I didn’t just want to be used, I wanted…him to like me. He was reluctant to kiss at first. But when our tongues touched it was like a light switched on in him. He pulled away after a moment and smiled shyly.

“I’ve never done that before.” He said.

Something had shifted in his demeanor. He was less willing to get it on. And he started to take his time. Kissing me so deeply. I began to kiss his neck and could see that he was rock hard. I got down on my knees and pulled out his 7 inch cock. I started to give him head. He loved it, telling me it was better than girls.

“My turn.” He said. He pulled mine out and just started to jack it with his hands. Laughing he said “Fuck dude, I never knew you were packing a monster all this time.” That suggested to me that maybe he had been paying attention to me long before we first messed around.

He sucked me until his jaw was weak.

“Fuck me?” He said. I nodded and he put an impossibly tight condom on my dick. It was slow at first. He wasn’t as tight as I had expected him to be however. I used hand lotion from my glove box and spit as lube and we made it work.

Once I got a good rhythm worked up, his personality shifted. His moans turned high pitched, and he started talking really weird.”Yes, daddy fuck me! …I’m such a slut, I’m your fucking slut bitch-boy. Own this boy pussy!” I was weirded out.

“Give me that dick daddy!”

I just continued to fuck him…but it was hard for me to look at him. I just reached around and tugged his still hard dick, until he came.Then I concentrated on my nut. I pulled out, and ripped the condom off just in time to unload all over his face. That’s where he wanted it.

He began licking my dick as I shuddered the last bits of my orgasm off. And just as quickly, his personality went back to usual.

And he was not happy.

He just looked at me like I did something to him. And left.

I went home too.

He wouldn’t talk to me at the gym anymore, unless we were forced into having an interaction. But every now and then he would hit me up for sex.

I would politely decline.

Thank you so much for reading…and for checking out the podcast. Dominic is probably the first story I posted here that I have not detailed on the podcast first.

**Mr. Brooks: Locker Room Confessions**

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-J. Brooks

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