Ian Tyler Erotica
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Locker Room Request
🕑 Added 2024-06-30 20:00:10 +0000 UTCBack with another story inspired by a simple photo, and this is just a one-off post. Excited about the posts coming up in July, and I can't for you to read what I have planned out.
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What the fuck am I doing?
Here I am, standing in the locker room at the gym, with my cock threatening to rip a hole through my faded jeans. Putting down my phone, I looked into the mirror, looking at the hair that was now completely gray and the eyes that had seen it all. I didn’t think I looked old, but I knew that I didn’t look young. Certainly not as young as the man that was currently blowing up my phone.
Once I’d hit 40, I told myself that I could never be the guy to have a mid-life crisis and date some little twenty-year old. It wasn’t always gross, but I just couldn’t see it for me. I had friends with kids that age, and it just seemed weird. Then, I met Michael at a bar.
He was twenty-eight, so it’s not like I was some cradle robber. There was only a twelve-year age gap, but he’s the one the kept cornering me. He was sexy and intelligent, and when I finally relented, we were able to talk for hours out on the patio attached to the bar. It was nice not needing to drink to flirt with him, and it felt great to tuck him into a cab without needing to warn the driver about him. We’d exchanged phone numbers that night, and we’d been chatting the whole week. When I told him that I had just gotten done with my workout today, he said he wanted some photos.
I’d just gotten out of the shower and pulled on my underwear and my jeans, and my shirt was still lying on my gym bag that was over on the bench. Checking one more time to make sure that there was no one behind me, I took a quick selfie in front of the mirror and sent it over. I was back at my locker with my shirt in my hands when the next text came in.
You said it was leg day, right? Let’s see what you were working on
Damn, this guy was relentless, but the texts did have my cock pushing against the denim as a photo of his own bulge appeared. Pulling off my jeans, I threw them on the bench and propped up my phone against my gym bag to take another photo. His text came in before I could even reach for my jeans.
You fill those out so well, daddy
Fuck, I should not be getting turned on by someone calling my daddy, but it was just instinctual. My black briefs were snug around my thighs, but the basket had a bit of give in the fabric so my cock had room to grow.
I’ll show it all if you will
The words were already typed before I realized what I was doing. I’d sent nudes and shown off my nude body too many times to count, but when the hint of a relationship was possible instead of just a hook-up, it always made it feel more real. Michael and I had sent photos of ourselves in just our skivvies, but this would be the first time showing it all.
As an answer to my request, he sent me a photo looking down at his feet where his briefs were pooled around his ankles.
Your turn 😉
He was a tease, and I was putty in his hands. Surprised that no one else had appeared in the locker room since my show had begun, I pulled my briefs down and set up my phone again.
My heart was beating fast, but this wasn’t some high-stakes operation. I was in a locker room where men were expected to be naked. This was no big deal… even if I did have a raging erection. Stroking myself a little bit, I got lost in the moment. I’d had a good workout tonight, and it felt good to let out some steam. The shower had loosened me up, but being surrounded by sexy, muscled men before this text from Michael had definitely created the perfect storm to get me to show off.
“Taking some photos for your OnlyFans?”
“No, I, uh- fuck man, sorry.” I grabbed my briefs from behind me to cover up a bit as I stammered out some excuse of what I was doing to the guy that had appeared out of nowhere. Finally getting the nerve to look up at him, I realized that he was one of the guys that I recognized that worked here. I think he was a trainer, but he was always in another section of the gym when I was working out. I was humiliated, and he was making no efforts to try and look away from me as I squirmed in front of him.
“Your boyfriend would probably find it hotter if you sent a video of you jerking off to him in the locker room. I can stand guard for you.”
Just hearing him suggest that had my dick throb a bit behind my grasp, and he could see how much it had turned me on. Nodding along, I waited for him to head over to the door, but he was staying where he was.
“Hey man, I can’t really do it in front of you.”
“And I could throw you out for beating your meet in a public space, so I think you actually can do it right here.”
I was trapped. I’d been turned on to show off to one man, but the thought of two getting this show sent me over the edge. Dropping the briefs, I reached forward to switch my camera over to video, and I wrapped my hand around my shaft again. Pumping away, I just shut my eyes and imagined Michael standing near me instead. In my fantasy, his arms were wrapped around me, caressing my sore muscles beneath his fingertips.
That thought worked me up, but I couldn’t ignore the other guy even in my dreams. Opening my eyes, I looked over at him to see him pawing at his own bulge through his gym shorts, and I felt my own orgasm bloom within me. I had two younger guys lusting over at me, and it turned me on more than I cared to admit.
A text popped up on my screen from Michael:
What’s taking you so long, daddy?
He couldn’t have known that that last word would be what sent me over the edge, but it did. With a moan that echoed around the empty room, I shot my load in three rapid bursts onto the locker door in front of me, and as I fell back onto the bench behind me, I watched my seed slowly drip down onto the floor.
“Damn man, I never thought you’d actually come for me.”
There was a wet spot on his shorts as well that he wasn’t trying to hide at all as he stepped forward. Grabbing my phone before I could do anything, I just watched in silence as he airdropped the video to himself. Seeing all of the contacts of strangers at the gym pop up on screen, I worried that he’d send it out to everyone, but he didn’t.
He swiped my briefs to start cleaning up the locker, and I couldn’t wait to grab the pair of compression shorts I’d worn during my work-out, so I just put on my jeans and shirt as quickly as I could. I waited for him to hand back my underwear so I could stuff it in my bag, but it was clear that it would be joining the video as a souvenir of this encounter.
Quickly walking out, I received another text on my phone, but I knew that I had to wait until I was back in my car to respond to Michael. I was getting hard again already, and I knew that only he could get this handled this time.
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Joseph
Damn. The blackmail of it all
