Gym Showers_(1)

It all started when I was eighteen years old…
It was summer time, and school had finished for the week. I had been home, done my homework, and had dinner; in fact, it had been a pretty regular day in my life. Being a Friday, I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that no social events were on tonight, so I thought I’d hit the gym instead.

So there I was, a skinny 5’9″ guy in my black shorts, white t-shirt, and tennis shoes. Towel in bag, bag on back, feeling pretty fly. I probably wasn’t as muscular as my reflection liked to tell me, but I wasn’t in bad shape either. I was yet to fill out, but you couldn’t deny I had some definition.

I walked up the stairs of the gym and signed in. Being quite late on a Friday night, the gym was almost deserted. There was an old guy doing some rowing in the corner, some guy with headphones doing leg press, and then there were two big muscly guys standing by one of the machines just talking. The closest guy had a shaven head, dark eyebrows, and a tight black shirt that showed his ripped muscles very clearly. The other guy was in a green tank top, equally as large, but had short blond hair that was spiked enough to tell me that he was somewhat of a jock. They both looked about mid 20s, and looked over at me as I entered the room. I quickly looked away and went to put my bag on a bench before heading over to a machine.

I was listening to my iPod for the whole session, working hard and pushing myself to the limit. Every so often I couldn’t help but look over at the muscly guys. I didn’t like guys or anything, but something about a muscly body is hard not to look at. I figured since they weren’t working out, they must work here. Eventually the younger guy doing leg press got up and headed for the door, acknowledging the two big guys as he left. The conversation saying something about seeing him on Monday confirmed that the two did in fact work here. I turned back to my weights.

Eventually I had got to the point where I couldn’t go any further – my arms were heavy, my legs were wobbly, and I had sweat dripping from my nose. The old guy in the corner was finishing up with some stretches, and the two muscly guys had started doing some light weight training. I walked loosely over to my bag and sniffed myself. Hmmm, I could probably use a shower I thought to myself. I grabbed my towel and started making my way to the showers, not stopping myself from checking out the ripped arms on the shaved headed guy. His head glanced up and I caught his eye again. I quickly diverted my eyes and headed into the showers as the old man was on his way out.

Inside the showers I found four shower heads, all in a row with no cubicles. I thought it was a bit more public than I was comfortable with, but it wasn’t likely that I’d be disturbed, so I decided to turn on one of the middle showers to warm the water while I got undressed. I took off my shoes and socks first, liberating my hot feet with the coolness of the shower floor. Then I took off my shirt; sticky with sweat, but again feeling rather free. Then came the shorts; whipped off quickly, standing there in nothing but skin and underpants. Then I hesitated. To go nude in public? I wasn’t sure, but then again, it was a shower. I decided why not, so I slid my little red underpants down my legs, onto my feet, then pulled them swiftly off and threw them onto the pile of clothes on the shower bench.