Today, I went to the gym after I was done with work. I changed in the locker room, which locker rooms have never felt comfortable to me until now. To be completely honest, they are still a little uncomfortable. It never felt like a safe place for me, but that all started to change when I arrived in Palm Mother Fucking Springs. Started to change I say, because it along with myself are a work in progress. I’m currenting working on those weird feelings, where self-preservation was a must and safety was the driving force to that un-comfortability. I’m not a shower, sauna, or a steam room person- yet. Maybe, just maybe one day I will be. That day is not today, and it won’t be tomorrow. However, today was a great day in the gym. If my eyes each had a stomach they’d be full… they’d be full of dick.
I faced the locker and pulled out my tiny little blue shorts and a pretty slutty little tank top from my gym bag. Don’t judge me bitch, it’s hot here. I stood there between the bench and locker and pulled out my gym shoes and socks. I began to change out of my dress clothes. I looked up and there was a slender muscular built hot sexy grey-haired Daddy, and he was walking in my direction. He stopped a few lockers away from me. Literally a couple over, he was so close. It was obvious he just got out of the shower, he was wet, and he was moist. He had a white towel wrapped around his waist, chest and abs. His chest was glistening with moisture, and it dripped down to his rock-hard abs. I couldn’t help but look, the towel was protruding. Again, bitch don’t judge me, it was completely eye catching- eye drawing, whatever, I found it hard (pun intended) to look away. What in the world would make a towel protrude like that? Curious minds want to know! And it’s me, I’m that curious mind- I want to know!
I turned my head after I put on my shorts and got a look, because at this point he had taken off the towel completely and was standing there naked. He was looking at me and smiling. I was flabbergasted! I thought, “Holy mother fucking shit!” He tugged at his huge cock as he applied lotion to his PA all the while looking right at me and deep into my soul; all while keeping that smile on his face. I felt the blood rush to my own face and everywhere else. My face was red, I was blushing. Just as I locked eyes with him another even sexier hotter Daddy, Daddy #2, came up to his locker between us and removed his towel. They were both naked before me and they were both smiling right into my soul. Neither one appeared to be in a hurry to put their clothes on. Daddy #2 looked at me and kept his gaze on me as he stood (literally) right next to me to get into his locker. He smiled a gorgeous flirty and slutty smile and said, “I don’t mind being in between you two.” I felt my face blush again and I think I smiled back. The chicken shit inside me forced me to stand up to my feet, and I just stood there. I couldn’t move, I didn’t know what to do. They both approached and came closer. Daddy #1 pulled down my blue shorts, there I was hard, I felt embarrassed and so turned on at the same time. The other one pulled off my tank top and pushed me to my knees. There they were both taking turns feeding me their massive cocks. I tried to look back to see if anyone else was in the locker room with us. I hoped we were alone because I didn’t want to stop, and I was scared we were going to get caught. To my surprise we were drawing a crowd. One, two, three…. five people stood behind my exposed kneeling body watching. Not one person was upset or rushed off to tell on us. I felt Daddy #2’s dick throb as it shot a load down my throat, and I gagged, it was so good. I was so thirsty, and I hadn’t even started my normal exercise routine. Daddy #1 grabbed my head and took over….
Okay, okay that is what I wished would have happened but I’m such a chicken shit. That is not the truth of what ended up really happening. Let’s start over from where my imagination took over and get to what really happened…
I just pulled out my tiny little blue shorts and a pretty slutty little tank top from my gym bag. Again, don’t judge bitch, it’s hot here. I stood there next to the bench and began pulling out my gym shoes and socks. I was taking off my dress clothes. I looked up and there was a slender muscular built hot sexy grey-haired Daddy, and he was walking in my direction. He stopped a few lockers away from me. It was obvious he just got out of the shower, and he was wet, he was glistening. All that stuff really happened. He had a white towel wrapped around his waist and his chest and abs were Aaaahhhmazing! I couldn’t help but look, the towel was protruding, and I wondered how it would taste. He was eye catching- eye drawing, whatever, I found it hard (pun intended) to look away. I turned my head after I put on my little shorts and I got a look. He had taken off the towel and was standing there naked and he was looking at me smiling. I was flabbergasted! I thought, “Holy mother fucking shit! What is happening?” He tugged at his huge cock as he applied lotion to his PA and continued to smile directly and deeply into my soul. I felt the blood rush to my face and everywhere else. My face was red, I was blushing. Just as I locked eyes with him another even sexier hotter Daddy, Daddy #2 came up to his locker, which was between me and Daddy #1. Daddy #2 removed his towel. They were both naked, standing before me, facing me and no one was in a hurry to put clothes on. Then Daddy #2 looked at me, again he stood right next to me to get into his locker. He smiled a gorgeous slutty smile and said, “I don’t mind being in between you two.” I felt my face blush again and the chicken shit inside made me get up, close my locker, I smiled, nodded at them both with a red face, and then walked out to the floor of the gym. This was, of course, after adjusting myself. I walked the floor of the gym towards the leg machines. I didn’t get halfway before I quickly realized I was holding the lock to my locker. I DIDN’T EVEN LOCK MY FUCKING LOCKER! I went back into the locker room and they both were both still naked and were again looking right at me smiling. I returned the smile with a flushed bright red face and said (as I made my way closer to them), “Sorry, I didn’t even lock my locker. I got DICKstracted.” I quickly locked my locker as I listened to them have a good laugh. I also offered up an embarrassingly weird and uncomfortable laugh. I then turned, said, “Umm bye”, and walked clumsily out to the floor.
I found myself on floor walking to the leg machines, this time I was going to make it. Today was the day I would work out my legs extra hard like I did. I really took it out on my legs. Their naked bodies and wieners kept popping in my mind and each time I would push harder and add more weight to the exercise machine. Boy, did I ever take it out on my legs. When I was done, my jello like legs walked to the locker room, collected my belongings and with shaky legs I walked out of the gym and to my car. I was nervous that my legs weren’t going to work and I wouldn’t be able to push the gas or the brakes. I thought, shit I’m going to have to live in that locker room or my car.
Palm Springs is super sexual place to live. I’m not nearly acclimated to it yet. I’ve got a lot of living and experiencing to do specifically here and I do look forward to doing it. I’m not in a hurry, but oh am I willing. If my willingness could calm down the fear I have about these kinds of interactions–I’d be in a good place and that would be wonderful. I made some terrible decisions in my 20s, got HIV from a boyfriend and sometimes that experience makes it hard to trust strangers as much as I would like. I honestly don’t know if I’m as sexual as Palm Springs is but maybe one day I will be, or I hope to be. Whether that is with one partner, two, an open relationship, or whatever- I want to be. I’ve never been more willing to engage; if only my fears would calm the fuck down I could. My imagination is already there and deep down, deep, deep down in my loins I want to be too; but right this second, I am not. They say practice makes perfect and time will tell. All these moving and conflicting parts of my body, mind and soul need to come together… that way we can also cum together.
Somehow tomorrow is leg day – again!!!
The Happy Homo
