He knew I was studying him.He knew I was studying him. Ah, well. Looking like he did, he was probably used to it. We talked a little more, I studied more discreetly, and soon Art announced that he'd have to get home to his wife soon. I stood up, and felt compelled to politely wait for Art. He looked up at me and seemed a little rattled, then stood up very quickly and turned away from me. As he swung around, I caught a glimpse of Art's semi-erect cock. He headed for the showers while I stood and puzzled over that for a moment. Then I took off for a shower of my own. The hot water released what was left of my tension, and I was glad to be rid of the salty coating I had acquired between the gym and the tub. As I lathered, I thought of asking Art if he could spare time for dinner sometime after a later workout. "Hey, Art..." I turned around to ask him, and I found him facing me, several showers away, fully lathered. But now his dick, which had been only partly erect before, was standing straight out. Art gasped and turned away from me so fast he almost lost his footing. "Yeah, um, what is it?", he stammered as he hurriedly rinsed the slippery lather from his crotch. I inquired about dinner, Art made a nervous postitive reply, and he ducked back out to the lockers. When he did, I noticed that he took his clothes from a locker that wasn't in my row. When I got home from the gym that night, I tried to do some work on the computer but found myself distracted. Why should Art be so ashamed of a silly erection? I got boners in the bath and shower all the time; I didn't think anything of it, but I suppose it would be a little embarrassing in front of someone else. |