Straight Stud Gay Keyholder Part 5

Author: bdboyuk
Title: Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Part 5
Date: 10 January 2009

Straight Stud, Gay Keyholder, Chapter 5

I cast a cursory glance at the girl behind the counter and followed the guys through to the locker room. All the way they were talking and laughing, the usual banter. I could barely hear them over the rush of blood in my ears caused by the feelings of anxiety over getting changed in the locker room. I hadn’t felt this intimidated about getting changed in front of other guys since my first year of high school! My heart was pumping so fast it felt like it would burst through my chest. I tried to breathe calmly and relax as we entered the room and I glanced around looking for the least visible place to get changed. James and the lads had already shucked their shoes and were stripped to the waist. I had no option but to turn my back and begin to undress. I was happy enough to lose the t-shirt, and kicking off my trainers wasn’t a problem, but as I undid the button-fly of my jeans James called my name.

“Deano, catch!” he called. I turned as he chucked the gym bag towards me. I grabbed it with both hands, releasing the waistband of jeans in the process. I felt my jeans slip over my hips and brush my thighs on the way to the floor, and there I was in front of my mates with my jeans around my ankles and my cock and balls locked in shiny steel. I couldn’t take my eyes of his face as James smiled broadly, looks me up and down and licked his lips. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck...

“You getting dressed or what?” asked Kev, pulling on a white vest and sniffing his armpit. Apparently discovering he didn’t smell too bad he nudged Mike: “I think these two want to be left alone!”

Why hadn’t they both freaked out about the contraption attached to my meat? I looked at them both, then looked down at my groin – which was covered by the gym bag I caught when James threw it at me. I breathed for the first time in about 5 minutes, freed my ankles from the jeans gathered around them and turned my back, ostensibly to place the bag on the bench behind me.

“We’ll see you in there then,” Mike says as he heads out the door behind me, “take your time...!” and I heard a snort of derision from Kev as they left. James was still there, I could hear him moving around, closing lockers and turning locks. I felt him watching me. I started to sort through the contents of the gym bag when I heard his voice.

“Present”

I turned slowly, thinking he must be joking. “What? Not here!” I gasped, “Anyone could walk in...”

He crossed the short space between us and placed his hands on my shoulders. His face leant into mine and when our noses were almost touching he whispered “wherever, whenever I say... now present.”

The blood was rushing through my head again and I knew what it is then. Adrenaline, excitement, mind-numbing fear all mixed into one. I had felt it before, when the ex-wife and I were nearly caught fucking like rabbits in the back seat of my car by a copper. And now I was dropping to my knees in a public locker room at my local gym in front of my gay mate. My cock began to harden, completely involuntarily, and the sharp pain of my stifled semi made my breath catch in my throat. I assumed the position, hand locked behind my head, knees spread, chest out, abs tight, and my head down so that my captured cock was the only thing I could see. Jesus, I need to cum!

“Superb! You learn fast. This will be easier than you think” James said as he ruffled my hair. He grabbed the gym bag and threw several items onto the floor next to me. “I am heading into the gym. Wait 90 seconds, then you can get up, get dressed and follow us in.” He turned and walked away through the door leading down the corridor to the gym. My mind had shut down, or so it felt, because it took a second or two to register what he had said. Wait 90 seconds! Fuck! I am to stay here like this for 90 seconds! What if someone comes in and sees me like this? How would I explain that? Then again, how would we have explained it if someone had walked in when he was here? On the other hand, how would he know if I didn’t maintain the position for 90 seconds? I could just get up, get dressed and head through to the gym after waiting fully clothed for a minute.

Deep breath. Look at the clock on the wall. A minute had passed while I’d been throwing those thoughts back and forth in my brain. Then my competitive spirit broke through – I WOULD make it to 90 seconds, and I would be able to tell him I had done it too! I smiled as I watched those seconds fall away, thinking it was the longest 30 seconds in the history of things that took 30 seconds to do. I actually counted the last few out loud “three...two...one...” and for some reason my cock got a little bit harder in its prison. I actually felt proud, like I had achieved something that no-one else could have. I grabbed the gym gear James had left for me and allowed myself a moment taking in my reflection. My muscle tone had really recently and, let’s be honest, I looked fucking hot. I flexed a little and smiled, then started getting dressed, unable to believe I had been standing in the locker room with my private parts locked away more privately than normal!

I pulled on the vest top that James has picked for me. No surprise, it was far tighter and smaller than I would normally wear, but I could cope with that in the gym. Next a jockstrap: not usual for me at all. I wear sports briefs when I work out and have never actually worn a jock. It was weird pulling the straps around my arse and feeling the cup mould over my steel-clad cock and bollocks. Still, it was comfortable and gave plenty of support to the extra weight of the chastity device. A pair of shiny shorts completed the ensemble, and these had splits on the sides right to the top of my thigh! I pulled on my trainers and took one last look in the mirror. OK, I looked weird, but not worse than some of the losers you get in here! I stashed my clothes in a locker and with a deep breath I headed out towards the gym, knowing that I would face a barrage of abuse from Kev if no-one else.

As I made my way through the top room full of overweight 50 year-olds sweating on treadmills, I could see James spotting Mike on a bench press. Mike’s biceps and triceps were pulsing and his pecs straining through his workout top as he pushed the bar up. James’ groin was hovering dangerously close to Mike’s face and I know he must have been loving the proximity between his own cock and Mike’s mouth. I walked over as James helped Mike land the bar onto the rest.

“Just in time for your turn” James said to me as Mike jumped off the bench. “Come on, 10 should be easy.”

“I did it,” I said to him as I lowered myself onto the bench “even though you thought I wouldn’t be able to. I stayed for the full 90 seconds.” I felt that rush of pride again.

“Well done! Now you need a proper work out!” he said and tapped the bar. Over the course of an hour, James put me through a punishing workout which targeted my arms, chest and abs. I was sweating when I was done, and as we all headed for the locked room I was desperately thinking up excuses to avoid the showers. I needn’t have bothered, as James sorted it for me: “Deano, what time is your date?”

Oh fuck, I had forgotten about Nicky. “3 o’clock” I stuttered, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was already 1.30pm.

“Boys, today was fun. Mike, you’re looking fantastic! Kev, you’re still ginger, but hot as ever. Catch you in the week.” James hugged both guys then looked at me. “Come on, I’ll give you a lift.” With a wink he chucked me the gym bag with our clothes in and headed out the door. I followed – what else could I do?