The Jock Showers Ch. 02

I showed up to SkyGym on Monday. I'd been on the compound for a week, in addition to PReP and DoxyPEP medication so that contact with any fluids would be safe for me as well as the patient. I've been instructed to call them patients, though I suspect to me they'll be more like "dudes who are sitting on me."

The construct of the bioshower itself was something of a marvel. It comprised of a section of the locker room which had previously held bins for used towels. Instead, 4 'showers' were installed. These were side-by-side saddle-shaped seats, lacking partitions, raised to a bit above waist height. The plastic outer casing stretched over the entire area, making the entire apparatus resemble a series of minimalist lounge chairs melded together. The men would disrobe, taking a towel with them around their waist or going in fully naked. They'd straddle the seats, which resembled columns jutting out from the wall which melted down to be flush with the floor. Their asses, balls, and cocks would fall into the opening. I'd be under them, moving from shower to shower to lick their prone, sweaty undercarriages. Two openings in bottom of the plastic shell of the 'shower' allowed for me to get below and bathe their feet. Finally, the plastic jutted out on either side of their torsos up until the shoulder, making the men naturally rest their raised arms to each side of the seat, even with the ground. Two more holes in these armrests game me access to their pits. All this, done without the men knowing what you looked like, or even if you were a guy or a chick.

I was instructed to get there at 5:45 am for the gym's opening at 6. The parking lot already had several cars with eager gymgoers, happy to return after a shutdown of close to six months. I dressed in a light tank top with huge cutouts for my arms and a pair of gym shorts with a way-too-short inseam. I thought about going commando but decided on a grey jock to keep everything tight.

A fit guy in lululemon joggers and a quick-dry shirt was waiting over near the employee entrance on the right side of the building. I approached and he introduced himself as Matt, one of the personal trainers and employees at this location. He explained that after today, I was to key into this door by myself, which would lead directly to the locker rooms. There, I could get everything sorted in a locker before getting into the bioshowers. I could key in once I was inside the shower, and Vettera could track the hours I logged in the shower servicing sweaty men.

Matt asked if I had any questions, and I jumped at the chance. I asked if I was fine wearing what I had on, and he said that he didn't care what I wore as long as I'd prevent his clients from catching Andro. I asked if I could take any breaks; the onboarding info I'd received told me that I'd work Monday/Wednesday/Friday from 6am to 2 pm. He said I was welcome to take breaks as I needed, but also made it clear that every guy going to the gym *needed* to be washed down. I told him that I didn't intend to miss a single one.

"So are you like..." Matt prompted as he handed me my keycard and swiped his own to enter the locker room. "... into this stuff?"

"I mean," I stalled as I tried to figure out if I should lie or not. "Not really. It's more for the money."

"Ah, sure. They must make it pretty enticing."

"Yeah, I guess." We walked into the locker room, noticing instantly that the air was doused in cleaning supplies. They must have given it a once-over before opening again. We walked in on 4 neat rows of lockers in this main room; I saw over to the left was the gym access hallway. Farther to the right, there were a few toilet stalls and urinals, then just past the urinals were the freshly installed bio-showers, along with an accompanying glass-framed sign.

"But you're not into dudes?" I shifted a little at Matt's question.

"No, I mean, I am. But I've never like. Licked a guy's armpit."

"Ah see! I knew it bro. You just seemed like you would be. No judgement though," Matt covered. I was getting less interested in our little conversation.

I took a few steps over and admired the shower; it was as I read it would be. The sign pictured a cartoon man first sitting down straddling the shower and leaning forward, so that his puckered asshole, taint, balls, and cock fell into the central opening. There was an accompanying stopwatch icon with 30 seconds marked out. The second step pictured him leaning back and raising his arms, along with lowering his feet into the holes in the bottom of the shower. The time icon here finished the stopwatch with another 30 second interval. It seemed like, at minimum, I would be sanitizing these guys for a minute each.

"The entrance is back behind, here I'll show you. Do you wanna put anything in a locker first?" I tried to think if I had anything I needed to put up; I needed my key card to log my hours, and I figured I should keep my phone with me in case there was ever a lull in the foot traffic. I said no, and he pulled me around the corner where there were about 15 shower heads in a white tile room. He led me over to the side and took my key from me, sliding it against the wall. I could barely tell that it was a door, but it propped open easily. Inside, the space was dark, and while there was about a closet's worth of standing space immediately visible I could see further down that the space dropped down a bit so that I'd be at least kneeling while I was actively doing the deed. Matt pointed out the scanner against the inside of the chamber, where I scanned my key card and the small indicator light lit up green.

"There, you should be all set up. Another trainer will be back to retrieve you at the end of your shift, though in the future you can just clock out. And a coworker of yours should be here around noon. Until then, enjoy your new experience." Matt hid something in the tone of his last sentence, leading me to believe that I was getting myself into more than I'd anticipated. He shut the door behind me and I was alone in the shower.

I got used to my new workspace. The largest compartment in the chamber was the rear section, which was tall enough to stand up in. Eight slant holes opened up to the fluorescent lighting in the locker room. The height of the shower then dropped down so that I'd have to drop to my knees to get under the 'seat' portion. This was aided in a cushioned flooring that extended out below the lower regions, assuring that I could stay on my knees for as long as I needed. The material felt plastic, like the fabric they'd use on a decent piece of outside furniture. Stain and water resistant. Perfect for wear and tear.

The chamber dropped one final time, so that I'd have to crawl on my hands and knees to get down into the space. The holes were angled such that men using the shower would drop their feet down and back, displaying the soles of their feet to my waiting face. This was the part I was least excited for and would almost certainly be the most demeaning. There's something about the notion of pressing your body to the ground and crawling to lick the foot of a stranger that really embarrassed me.

The first few minutes were spent in tense anticipation. The gym would open soon, and my curiosity for the experience had me almost shaking. I shed my tank top as the small enclosed space had already begun to grow humid. My thoughts wondered to Matt's last few words to me. I hadn't thought of another person working in the showers with me, but with four 'stalls' I suppose it only made sense to get more work for peak hours. They hadn't told me anything about another employee in Vettera's email though.

I was in the middle of thinking about my potential companion when I heard a commotion from the locker room. I took a deep breath and prepared myself to smell and lick sweaty men for a living.

It took anyone a while before they sat down in the bioshowers. I had neglected to bring a watch and there was no clock in the chamber, so I was left to guess at time intervals. I'd heard multiple people getting their lockers sorted, and I could only imagine the first batch of gym-goers was out in the gym working out that very moment. The clanging of the lockers and shuffling of clothing bled into the background and I was left waiting for my first customer.

I felt like about 40 minutes had gone by when I finally saw the shaft of light coming from the seat above me eclipsed and then blocked entirely. I looked up from my seated position and was greeted with exactly what was promised; a muscular, hairy gym bro's ass.

The ambient light in the chamber was enough for me to marvel at his toned glutes. They were pulled apart by the seat of the chair, allowing me to see not only his round full asscheeks but his tight hole too. Curly, brown hairs coated his big ass, with fuller patches near his asshole and running along both sides of his perineum. He had worked out pretty hard and his ball sack hung low and sweaty, covered in the same brown curls. I had anticipated that most of these straight gym bros would skip out on the manscaping, and he was prime evidence for my theory. Sitting behind him, his sagging ballsack obscured my vision of his cock. That was alright, though. I'd get a pretty good look soon enough.

I sat more squarely below him and lined my mouth up with his hole. My dick started to chub up as I leaned in, eager to experience worshipping another man as I had fantasized. Now only inches away, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I could tell that he was breathing heavily above me, and as I closed in I took a deep sniff of his ripe, sweaty asshole. My first breath was full of masculine musk, organic and heady. I moved my nose towards the center and brushed up against his clenched, knit muscle of an asshole. I felt his ring instinctually close around the tip of my nose before becoming soft and pliable. I was pleasantly surprised and tilted my head upwards to take another deep whiff before I began to bathe him. This second inhale was more raw and organic, much like the taste I'd lick off my finger after playing with my prostate. The accrued musk was once again intoxicating and I flattened my tongue against the base of his perineum. I licked upwards in one slow move, aiming to coat the entirety of his furry trench.

The salt on his sweaty skin made me flinch; it was unlike the musk that I'd been smelling from his hole. I should have expected such an exhausted guy to be drenched in sweat; I pushed past the initial shock and continued to run my tongue up along his hole. I was rewarded with more earthy musk and a slightly funky BO as I rimmed the stud as far as he would let me.

I heard and felt the jock snort above me, treating this whole thing like a trip to the shitter. I guess in many ways, it was. He adjusted himself slightly, which I took to be my sign to move on. I dragged my tongue up and across his perineum, moving back and forth a few times to cover the width of his undercarriage. I turned around as I moved towards the balls and cock, pivoting around such that I was sitting facing his package. A completely soft, uncut cock sat above his pendulous ball sack. Pubic hair radiated out from the base of his dick over his inner thighs and as far up his stomach as I could see. What's more, the smells were a lot stronger facing in this direction. I anticipated some pretty strong scents trapped in that mat of hair.

I stooped down and opened my mouth wide, awaiting his sweaty, hair-coated sack. I then proceeded to teabag myself on accident as I misjudged the distance. As I pulled away, I could feel the moisture on my cheek and nose from his drenched balls. I went again, feeling his ball hairs tracing short paths on my tongue as I cradled his sack. His balls were heavy, and I had to stretch a bit to fit them both in my mouth. I bathed the soft skin with my saliva, making sure that I covered all of the folds as I licked up to the base of his cock.

The man above me cleared his throat as I enveloped his organ. Compared to his ass and his balls, his cock was relatively free of taste. He did not seem like he would respond to oral pleasures, as he remained soft and pliable even as he reached towards my throat. Though his cock was clean, the unmistakable musk of his pubic hairs pressed itself into my nose as I made contact with his pelvis. Soft, his cock was a very manageable four inches. I took the opportunity to maneuver my tongue around so I could lick around the base of his shaft.

I leaned back on my haunches to take a breath. His cock glistened before me, slick with my antiarchaebiotic agent-laden spit. I took a moment to assess myself and found that my enthusiastic oral service had left trails of saliva running down my face, streaking my tank top with darkened blobs. Those weren't the only dark spots, though. Even with limited time for me to enjoy this sexual exploration, I couldn't ignore the throbbing hardon in my shorts and the coin-sized precum stain on my left inner thigh. "Fuck," I barely whispered to myself, as I shot a hand down to give my dick a few quick over-the-clothes strokes.

The man above me shifted in the seat, pushing his cock farther out towards the opening. I assume he tilted slightly to assume the second position, in which his feet and armpits would be cleaned. There's work to do.

I considered briefly that an order of operations was not strictly defined for this step. I was already crouching down in the lower section of the chamber, so I decided feet would be first. I pivoted once again and forced my head and upper body down to the cushioned floor. Awaiting, framed by the halos of gym light filtering in around his set of ankles, was a pair of large, calloused feet. They were wide, and--in bending his knees back to fit them into the holes in the chamber--he flexed them back so that the toes were all held tightly together.

I began by licking long stripes from the ball of his foot to the heel. It was relatively devoid of flavor, though with my entire face smushed between both feet, the smell of his old sneakers and used socks was strong. Bathing the bulk of his feet did not relieve his tension as I had hoped, and if he did not relax I knew I'd have a tough time getting between his toes. I lingered on his the meat of his calloused sole, attempting to work out the muscle and relax his foot. After some time, I gave up and began to force my tongue between his toes. Here it was much clearer that this man did not change his socks frequently; dots of lint from old pairs remained stuck as I worked to dislodge these potential contaminants from his firm toes. By the end, I was desperate for a palette cleanser.

Thank god I was in store for one. I backed out carefully before spinning around to stand in the back of the chamber. There was another reason I had wanted to do the feet before the armpits; if another man didn't come for a while, I'd have whatever taste I last serviced to keep me company. I'd much rather that be a rank armpit than a funky foot.

I leaned in and lifted my nose, desperate to dive into this guy's hairy right pit. To my gratitude, it didn't appear that this guy ever thought to shave his pits. The brown hair here was lighter and less distinct, forming tufts below his muscular arms. The only exception was the strands matted down with sweat that ran radially from the pit of his arm, stuck to his sweaty skin.

The musk here was better than anything I'd smelled from this guy thus far. Unfortunately, it was dampened by a very faint taste of old spice deodorant. Still, the man had a real animal appeal to his pheromones, immediately calling to mind what it would be like to be buried in his pit while he was fucking the shit out of me. I began to lick full stripes beginning down by the chest and running up to his upper arm. I dragged my nose greedily through his forest of pit hair, feeling like a pervert as my cock pulsed below me.'

And then, it was done. The guy shifted and I pulled my face away. The musky pit was replaced with bright blue-toned light as it opened up the the gym once again. I had the opportunity to look up into the hole to see the man whose ass, taint, balls, cock, feet, and pits I had just serviced. However, he could also look down at me. I decided to take a step back into the darkness; I didn't want to make trouble with my very first customer. I heard him heave himself up and the flapping of a towel being unfurled. Anything more than that blended in with the background of the locker room.