Like every year in January, the gym sees its number of subscribers increase. The opportunity to see both the most motivated and new faces. Among them, a young rebel in his twenties. But he doesn't train. He wanders between the machines, looking absent, staring into space. And ends up in the rest area sitting in the armchairs next to the distributor, straight, without moving. And suddenly he disappears. I regularly come across him during my training sessions and by coincidence at the start, he always finds himself in the locker room a few seconds after me. But he doesn't say anything... He sits on a bench, looking straight ahead, for a moment, then gets up to drink and comes back down. When I get home, he's next to the ATMs again. A few days of looking at his ride and we understand that he is clearly not there to play sports. Sitting in the chairs, he follows the guys who get in to the locker rooms. As the days went by he became more and more greedy and less and less discreet. I was entitled to it too. No matter how long my session was, he always entered the locker room behind me. Initially to sit and drink. But his comings and goings following guys meant that, sometimes, I hadn't left yet; I saw him going up again and I began to see the embarrassment on his face. He pretended to change as if nothing had happened. Lately, he is no longer hiding. He takes extremely long showers, soaping himself several times. And when the water is turned off and he starts to dry off, all it takes is for a guy to come into the locker room for him to put down his towel and turn on the water to soap himself again. At least he'll be clean... This week I had to break him with a bodybuilder in the shower. They stopped talking when I arrived. I saw them waiting outside the entrance to the room when I left. And yesterday, I had confirmation of all this cinema. As I entered the showers to wash myself, there he was, the young rebeu, completely naked, a small circumcised hairless penis. I say good evening to him out of politeness, but he responds from behind, looking at the ground. I turn to face the wall and start soaping myself.A few seconds later he startled me. I saw his head tilt to my right and he asked me: “Don’t you have... uh... any shower gel please? I look at his feet... And I see a soap and two bottles. I point my finger at them: “Aren’t you fed up with all this?! - I was wrong, I only took shampoo. - And the soap? - It’s a solid shampoo.” I hand him my shower gel, he thanks me. And I watch him lather it up. He has a wonderful body. He is tall, at least 1m90, completely hairless. Small brown nipples that point. Buttocks so rounded that we wonder if Earth's gravity acts on them. Satiny skin. The water runs over him. Each drop looks like a pearl of light. It is studded with glitter. And his penis grows in volume. He fidgets as he moves to soap himself and ends up straight. I stare at it and feel mine straighten up too and already my wetness is coming out. I caress my nipples, which excites me even more. Without looking at me, he reaches out a hand towards me and jerks me off fur ...

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