This is a true story, though some details have been changed.
When it came closer to 9pm the gay squash group seemed to start to thin out. Time to carry out my plan.
I moved to the changing room and continued to read my novel. When the door was pushed open, I looked up to see if it was Mr. A. A couple of men came in but they were to my disappointment. The clock was ticking, but patience was my virtue. The two men had left, and Mr. A still did not appear. But patience got the prize. Mr. A finally turned up, soaked wet. We exchanged glance, and he put his bag on the bench 2 meters away from me.
I started the conversation. "You played well."
"Not so well tonight." he replied. "Some days I play well and some days I don't. Tonight is ok."
We continued the conversation while he was stripping off. First he took off his tank top.
"How often do you play?" I asked.
"We play every Tuesday night. It is a social gay club. Every player is gay." A very good confirmation that he was gay. He then took off his shorts, revealing his bare muscular body in front of me. He turned towards my direction to show off his body, and then walked into the shower room. Before he disappeared into the shower room, he turned his head to my direction with a inviting smile, and disappeared. I wasted no more time in stripping myself off.
At this hour of the day the changing room was deserted. When I walked into the shower room, Mr. A was in the second cubicle, water splashing over his body from head to toe, with his back facing the wall, proudly showing off his hard on. I signalled him to go to the last cubicle, where we would have more privacy. Without a word, he turned off the shower, and followed me to the last cubicle. I turned on the shower in the last cubicle, and he soon joined me. We immediately locked ourselves in embrace, and kissed with passion. I was surprised to find his breath so nice, as I expected otherwise because of the dehydration. Our hands were all over each other's body. My hands were busy exploring his butt cheeks, his back, his chest and his ab. I liked to take it slowly, so I did not touch his cock until my hands had had enough pleasure in exploring his strong body. Both of us had raging hardon. Our bodies pressed tight, me holding his butt , and him holding mine, with our blood filled cocks trapped in between and against each other. We kissed like no tomorrow, tongues entwined, lips locked. I broke the kiss to get some air, and then moved down to kiss his nipples. He gave out a little moan. I then moved my tongue along his body, first to the ab, and then to his pubic. I stayed there for a while in his pubic, sucking in his musky smell. I was in heaven. His dick was so hard, with glistening precum on his dickhead. I teased his dick by licking his shaft, and nibbled on his nut sack. He could take it no more, and whispered to me, "suck it". His head tilted back, his eyes closed and I enjoyed the view. I engulfed his whole raging hardon, my nose up to his pubic. He gave out another moan. I kept sucking him for a while, and my tongue kept swirling on his dickhead whenever I could.
After a while he lifted me up, and gave me a passionate kiss. Man, how I loved kissing him. The kiss with Mr. A was one of the best kisses I had ever had. He broke the kiss and chewed on my nipples. How I enjoyed his light bites on my nipples. After a while he followed the flow of the water to my now super hard dick which is aching for attention. He licked my dick like a lollipop. I kept on moaning. While I enjoyed so much his sucking, I enjoyed more of the kiss so I lifted him up. We locked in passionate kiss again. After a minute he turned his back to me and grab my hands to embrace him. I grinded my rock hard dick against his butt crack and held him tight. My right hand played with his left nipple, while my left finger tips crawled on his nut sack, giving him tingling feeling. He was in ecstasy. I chewed on his earlope, kissed him on his face, and he turned to catch my mouth. Our lips again locked in passionate kisses. I reached for the liquid soap, and rubbed on his crotch and masterbuated him. This continued for a minute.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"Marcus" he answered.
"I am Peter. Nice to meet you." I always like to know the name of the person I am having fun with. It gets more personalised. I almost laughed, because it is more than "nice to meet you". In fact it is "nice to play with you".
We then switched positions. Marcus embraced me from behind. He kissed my neck, my back while his hands were searching on my ab and my thighs. His hard dick was between my legs, grinding my nut sack. I turned my head to kiss him. I could not have enough of his kisses. I grabbed his butt cheeks and held him tight. We were moaning. Gradually the hot water was running out, and we both felt cold. We turned off the water and decided that we should finish our "showers" soon. I turned and faced him, kissed him while we masturbated each other. Since we were both rock hard, it did not take long to shower each other with our cum. We then cleaned ourselves up. We were quiet when we were getting dressed. Since we were alone in the changing room, I kissed him goodbye when I left. I think this is a nice way to say goodbye to a man I like. I definitely want to see him again.