Finally Finding A Jerk Bud

As long as I’ve been sexually active, I’ve wanted a regular jerk off bud. I’d rub one out with my brother when I was a teenager and I’ve had a number of one-off meet ups over the years, but I’ve never had that steady buddy; that friend who I could link up with whenever for a quick, friendly release. We all know what it’s like though - it’s friggin' tough. We all have scheduling conflicts, finding a place to do it can be a pain, and we all have that barrier between our masturbation life and our ‘real life’ that makes even finding an interested participant very difficult. 

A little work induced insomnia and need for a workout may have given me a new opportunity though, at least for now. 

I’d just been switched to a new schedule at work that had me going into the office well before the sun came up. The messed up sleep schedule was not sitting well with me and it was only proving worse as I wasn’t getting my regular evening gym sessions in. I was always too tired to workout after the strangely timed shift and my gym’s hours didn’t line up with the new schedule at all. After about a week of the struggle, I decided I had to figure out something to simply keep my mental health up. So, I got a new gym membership at a 24 hour facility up the street from my home. That way, I figured I could wake up a little earlier and get my workout in before my workday. It wasn’t ideal but it would hopefully be better than not getting a workout at all. 

The first morning I was gonna go, I woke up early and packed a bag and towel so I could just shower at the gym and go straight to work afterwards. The sun was still hours away from coming up as I walked into the new gym. It was one of those gyms that you have to use a key fob to get into as, at that time of day, there wasn’t even a staff member or janitor working. As I walked in, it was literally just me in this place. 

So, I shrugged, ready to enjoy my own private gym, put my stuff in the locker room, and started hitting the weights. It wasn’t private for long though as, a few reps into my first set, another guy came through the door. He looked like he was about my age - late 30s - in decent shape, and sported loose workout gear and a beard. The guy gave me a ‘what’s up?’ which I returned with a ‘hey,’ and then each of us took to our individual workouts. If I was gonna have to share the room at this hour of the day, this guy seemed as good of a person as any to do so with - kept to himself and seemed focused on his workout. 

I got through my own workout and then headed to the locker room to clean up. I’d only gotten my locker open when the other guy walked in as well. This wasn’t a particularly large locker room, just a single u-shaped area of lockers with a bathroom and a shower area, so it was pretty tough to share the space with someone else and not say anything. 

“Good workout bro?” said the other guy as he started opening his own locker. 

“A bit earlier than I’m used to, but not bad,” I said with a laugh. 

The guy introduced himself as Jason. We chatted a bit and it turned out that he too had an early morning work schedule and had gotten into the pre-work workout as a way of balancing things. As we talked, I stripped down to my underwear and started grabbing my towel out of my locker. Jason too had stripped down to just a pair of black boxer briefs and seemed to have the same idea. 

“You gonna shower man?” he asked. “I usually do too, but it’s a pretty small shower area in there. Just wanna make sure you’re cool with sharing the space.”

“Oh yeah,” I responded, waving a hand. “No worries at all. No hang-ups here.”

Having easily reached that understanding, we both nearly simultaneously reached down and yanked our boxer briefs to the floor, letting our manhood and everything else fall-out into the open. I tried to avoid being the creeper by immediately looking at what Jason was packing, and instead just flung my towel over my shoulder and walked naked to the showers; my new gym partner following close behind.

I rounded the corner into the showers and, well, let’s say that Jason wasn’t kidding about it being a small space. This was essentially a corner nook with a silver pole in the middle that had two shower heads - one poking out on either side. In an era where gym showers are usually individual, semi-private stalls, this was truly an antique to behold.

“Dang, this is quite the closet they’ve got in here,” I joked as I looked at the old setup.

“Told ya,” Jason said with a chuckle. “I can seriously wait if it’s too cramped.”

“No, no, no,” I shot back. “No need. We’ll make it work.”

I walked to the far-side of the pole and turned on the shower head to a decent spray of warm water - at least the antiquated pole worked! Jason took the other side and turned his on as well - letting the water flow onto his naked body. Now, by the nature of this setup, we stood facing one another as we lathered up and started washing off our bodies. Jason, obviously feeling a bit strange in the setup as well, began to make small talk about the game the night before, our preferred workout regiments, and other friendly nonsense. 

Well, as we soaped up and chatted, it didn’t take long for my eye to catch Jason’s penis - unable to miss it really, as it was quickly erecting. He must have caught my glance at it as he went red in his pale cheeks. 

“Sorry bout that man,” said Jason. “It’s nothing weird. I think my dick’s just used to our showers here. I have usually had the place to my own, after all.” 

We both laughed and I nodded. Although, at this point my cock started hardening up as well. In a quick moment, my uncut dick was standing at attention directly across the shower pole from Jason’s, now fully erect, circumcised cock. 

“Yeah, can’t blame ya there, obviously,” I said motioning to my dick. “Gym shower can be a great place for a quick one.”

“And hey,” he chimed back in, “it’s actually a great way to start your work day on this shift; a moment of clarity.”

I enthusiastically agreed and began moving my soaping hands down to my cock. As I soaped it, I gave it a few strokes to expose my head from beneath its foreskin and soap it up thoroughly. Jason took my cue and started soaping it up as well. It didn’t take long for the soaping to repeat again and again, and the strokes to last a little longer than needed to get clean. 

“Well, ya know, don’t feel like you have to skip out on your routine on account of me being here,” I said to Jason, as I let my strokes become a bit more obvious, and I snuck in, “…it does sound like a good start for this work day.”

“Yeah dude,” said Jason as he started to openly stroke as well. “I say, ‘why not?’”

Jason and I both started openly jerking off, just a foot or so away from each other on opposite sides of the pole. We each let out long exhales as we took in the feelings of our strokes, and the company for the occasion. 

“Been a while since I’ve done something like this,” I said. 

Jason agreed and told me that he used to do it with his roommate in college, as well as here and there over the years. I shared with him a few of my experiences over the years - saunas and steam rooms, maybe a bud here or there. 

With one another’s mutual masturbation openness now clear, Jason and I shifted slightly to the left of the pole, so nothing stood between our shared stroke. Our cocks slowly inched closer until our tips were maybe an inch or so away. Neither of us hid the fact that we were staring down at one another pleasuring our cocks as the warm water fell on them from the shower heads above. 

Jason’s whole body began to twitch and tense up. 

“Oh fuck bro,” he said in a gasp. 

With that, Jason lost control as cum flew out of the tip of his cock and directly onto mine. He tried to gasp out an apology, but as he did - I lost control at the feeling of his cum on me. I started firing cum right back at his cock. Our semen went back and forth like shots being fired by opposing armies. We both gasped with the waves of our orgasms. 

Finally, the shots finished firing and Jason and I both just started laughing. Clearly neither of us minded the friendly fire and just flung our combined globs of cum onto the shower floor. Exchanging compliments on one another’s grand finale, we both finished showering off, and proceeded into the locker area to redress. 

As we finished buttoning up our work shirts and putting gel in our hair, Jason and I fist bumped. 

“Just so you know, I’m thinking about making a routine out of this and working out here most mornings,” I said. “Hope you don’t mind sharing the benches…if we cross paths again.”

Jason just smiled and said, “I’m here most days - 2:30, and I think I can share space with you.”

Well, what do ya know: we crossed paths again the next day. Both of us enjoyed our workouts again, but clearly pushed through our sets quicker, more anxious for the post workout. What a post workout it was, as we again jerked off and purposely came on each others cocks, again.  

And, it’s been that way for a couple months. We cross paths at the gym, usually 3 to 5 days a week - get in a good workout and cum before work, together. We’ve even provided a few helping, friendly hands as we’ve become good friends. We’ve even talked about our families getting dinner some time. Just like that, it seems I might finally have a regular buddy to jerk with.