Locker Room Boss

Again, I'm pulling inspiration (very loosely) from a real experience that I had years ago, and I'll let you figure out where fact transitions into fantasy...

Walking into the locker room, I took one last chug of my protein shake before capping it and throwing it into my gym bag. The gym was busy tonight, and I was hoping that they’d all be on the cardio side so the weights wouldn’t be too crowded. I hate standing there waiting for a squat rack to open up and feeling the pre-workout being wasted.

“Hey Trevor, haven’t seen you in a while.”

Pulling my head up, I locked eyes with my boss, Marco, who was standing there completely naked with a smile on his face.

“I, uh- it has been a while.”

I’d last seen him a few hours ago when I left work, but I never thought I’d see him here. Well, he looked like he belonged in a gym, but I just assumed that he had one in his house. With his money and his body, it just made sense.

As I walked past the sinks towards him, I tried to think up some excuse to get away, but my mind was blank. He was making no moves to turn around or cover himself at all as he toweled off the remaining water from his shower, and for five glorious seconds, I had an unencumbered view of his body and that meaty, swinging cock as he dried his hair. I could feel myself getting hard immediately, and I relished that swelling feeling before remembering that I had to change as well.

“So Trev, what are you hitting tonight?”

That ass.

“Hoping to go hard on legs tonight.”

“Getting some glute action too?”

I wish.

My naughty inner monologue was stopped short once he reached over and slapped my ass through my slacks. It wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark, but my face did start to turn red instead. He was pulling on a pair of briefs now, but not a pair that I would envision him in. They were high cut, almost a bikini brief, and they were impossibly tight. Pushing his bulge forward to an obscene degree, and I almost couldn’t look away.

I’d been stalling for too long now, and I knew that I had to get changed. I normally changed at home after work, but I’d brought my gym bag with me today since I had to bring my car in for a tune-up. All of my gym clothes were laid out on the bench with my shoes, so I had to start pulling open buttons now.

Facing the lockers, I pulled open my shirt and hung it on the hook in the back of the locker. My belt joined it next, and the buckle hit the door handle, reverberating across the room. It was as if I’d rang a bell to make sure that everyone was looking at me, but I couldn’t turn around to check. I didn’t know whether I wanted my boss to be looking or not, so I was safer just not finding out.

As I unzipped my pants, I realized with a sinking heart what underwear I’d put on this morning. I’d grabbed a pair of boxers without thinking, and there was no way that I could work out in those. I’d rip the ass right out of them on my first squat, so I would soon be the one naked in front of someone that I worked with. Folding my pants, I made sure that I had a pair of boxer briefs in my gym bag, and then, as quickly as I could, I pulled my boxers off and grabbed the spare underwear to put on.

“Well Marco, you’re looking like those barbells got the best of you!”

That booming voice sounded too familiar, but I couldn’t look up now- not when I was completely and totally naked in front of my bosses.

“Steve, the man whose PR is my daily rep- how rich.”

Bosses. I was now completely and totally naked in front of my bosses. Steve was the district manager, and he wasn’t alone. He was standing there in front of me now, covered in sweat, with his hand outstretched towards mine.

“Glad to see you at the gym, brother. Marco over here giving you a hard time?”

As he said that second to last word, there was a split second where he looked down at my cock, which wasn’t hard but definitely wasn’t soft, before locking eyes with me again. This was a test that I couldn’t fail, so dropping my underwear from my right hand onto the bench beside me, I reached out and let his big hand envelope mine. With a stiff handshake of my own, I tried to ignore the feeling of my cock bouncing up and down between my thighs.

I kept ignoring my cock as I then shook the hands of three more members of upper management who made no moves to let me get dressed. Steve even put his foot up on my bench and started stretching out his leg, and I can’t imagine it was intentional, but the edge of his shoe had landed right on my underwear. As he kept stretching, the wide leg of his shorts opened enough for me to see that he’d decided to ignore underwear entirely for his workout.

Marco was now dressed finally as he pulled a sweatshirt over his shirtless torso and pulled it over his sweatpants.

“I’ll let you keep regaling Trevor here with talks of your mediocre workouts, and I’ll see you all tomorrow at work.”

Marco was out the door, and Steve had now pulled his foot off the bench, dragging my boxer briefs down to the floor.

“Listen kid, Marco’s a great boss, but he’s got his eyes on another firm.” Steve took a step closer now, close enough for me to smell the cologne that had lingered throughout his workout. “He hasn’t told anyone yet, but the writing’s on the wall.”

Steve was pulling his shirt off now even though he hadn’t opened a locker to put it in.

“If you want a chance to move up in the company, then you need to know the right people.” He squatted down to take off his shorts next, but I didn’t break eye contact. “You said you were heading to shower now, didn’t you?”

There was a twinge of a smirk on his face for just a second, but he held it at bay as he didn’t break eye contact either. Grabbing my gym clothes which were still laid out on the bench, I put them in my locker and closed it.

“A shower sounds perfect right now.”

Letting him, and possibly the rest of my bosses, follow me, I left my underwear discarded on the ground as I headed towards the showers… wouldn’t be needing those after all.