Gym Sighting

My college had a gym that I would frequently use to shower in- not work out, but shower. The shower consisted of multiple stalls with flimsy curtains that never quite covered everything, and a wall of open showers that were never used, so if one got lucky one got a glimpse at some nice man flesh.  

So after classes I would slip over and see if I could catch a glimpse, which sadly was rare.  

Except for one day.

I had a locker and was beginning to take off my shoes when in walked two beautifully built gentlemen dripping in sweat. I was hard immediately and had to focus on not being obvious with my stare. The two were of medium height and both had golden blonde hair. They barely talked as they came in and sat their stuff down the aisle from mine.  

My heart raced as I kept finding one excuse after another to stay long enough to get a better look. They both immediately began undressing from their workout gear down to matching pairs of tighty whities. Both were well built- not body builder but usable muscle. They stood there talking for a minute deciding that one would go shower while the other watched their stuff (no idea why they didn't have a locker). One pulled down his underwear to reveal a magnificent penis and I had to maneuver from my own election becoming obvious. He wrapped a towel around his waist and was off. I quickly got myself ready and followed him into the gym.  

When I walked into the shower area, I saw him start up one of the open showers. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I quickly grabbed a stall with a View and started the water.  

I could see him through the crack between the wall and curtain. I watched the water and soap cascade down his back then his chest as he turned around. I watched the water tickle off his dick that looked like he was pissing. My hands quickly found my already hard member and I began stroking, trying to keep my eyes on his exquisite body, his eyes (didn't want to get caught) and the rest of the empty locker room in case someone else came in. 

I could feel the warm water on my own dick as my hand raced up and down the shaft, and I could feel the orgasm build deep within. 

He turned back around, exposing a perfect bubble butt, and called for the other that he was done. As he turned around again I quickly turned away, my hand still pumping like a jackhammer. I peeked again to see the other walk up, still in his underwear, and watched as they traded places. I distinctly remember watching the second guy take off his tighty whities and hang them on the peg under his towel. Knowing they were there and seeing one of my favorite fetishes right there in the flesh was more than I could take. 

I turned around in my small stall and made sure my curtain covered the real show as I felt the buildup of cum rise. I tried to make it last, holding onto that edge of glorious want for release, the one that feels like holding your pee but so much better, but remembering the guys in their tiny underwear and what was inside...

I had to grit my teeth to keep from moaning as I came into the shower drain. It was so intense I could barely stand afterward, my head was spinning as my legs wobbled. I waited for several minutes after, letting my post-nut dizziness subside and by the time I was out they were gone.