The Jock Showers Ch. 03

I sat down. I did it, I had serviced a guy. Who? No clue. In the hazy horniness after that first encounter, I stuck on one thing more than the anonymity though; the use case. I may be getting aroused, but at the end of the day, that guy probably wouldn't have chosen to have sex with. It wasn't sexual. Or, it wasn't supposed to be. So then how can I reckon with sucking that guy's cock? What if he was homophobic, or an asshole, or a serious felon? How was I supposed to lick a guy's ass if they're horrible people? An even bigger question: why did I still like it?

Another ass appeared above me. I hadn't noticed the time passing, though it may have been a minute or so. This man's ass was muscular and incredibly toned, though his skin sagged. It was less hairy, and the few hairs that I did see near his opening were silver and aged. His puckered hole was above me, and I wasted no time in diving in. The smell in his ass crack was much more mild, and upon licking his skin I noted that it was very soft and moved easily under the gentle force of my tongue.

As I was bathing the man's perineum, I heard conversation in the locker room.

"Phil! Good to see you!"

The greeting was aimed at the patron I was servicing. I paused, half expecting the older gentleman to stand up to go chat with his friend, but he remained squarely seated. I began to lick the back of his--Phil's--nutsack as he responded, "Frank, it's been a while! Glad things are opening up again."

"Hear hear! I just got off the, uh, the treadmill. Guess it's time to use this new thing."

I internally protested to being a 'thing', but I whirled around to face Phil's penis. It was circumcised and short, sticking out of the mound of his ballsack virtually unaffected by gravity. I began to bathe the front of his balls as I listened to Phil's response.

"It ain't so bad. At least we won't be the only guys in the buff no more!"

I pulled back to throat the cock in front of me and heard the creak of the plastic to my left. Frank had sat down next to his buddy, both stark naked as I figured they preferred to be. I mean, I'm the same. But mine stems from perversion as opposed to their more antiquated desensitization to nudity.

I throated Phil's cock, making sure to get a lot of saliva all over his short, silvery pubes. All the while, I could hear Phil and Frank discussing their lives over the past few months. I pulled back, satisfied with my work, and considered lowering myself down to bathe Phil's feet when I realized that I could save myself some trouble if I went ahead and serviced Frank while I was already seated. I scooched over, now poised in front of Frank's cut, longer cock. It had several large skin blemishes, but I wasn't here to judge. I began by licking up his balls, which had a fruity musk to them. I made sure the grey hairs were slicked down to the curved ballbag by the time I moved on to throat his cock. Even larger than Phil's, I still didn't have much trouble fitting the old man's flaccid dick into my mouth. I slobbered over his asshole and gooch, tasting the sweat from his treadmill workout. As I went over his hole, I heard Phil asking Frank about his grandchildren. What a position I am in.

I moved down to their feet and found some pretty unusual toenails and bunions, but no strong tastes or smells. I went from one foot to the next, spanning all four over a few minutes. My mouth was dry from licking all of the surfaces.

Finally it was time to disinfect the armpits. I was panting with all the movement I'd been making, while these two men are casually discussing their coming days. One of them was going to a steakhouse with his wife. I licked their armpits, ensuring that I covered the entire swath of open flesh. These men really didn't have much scent to speak of, but it wasn't about that, of course.

The friends stood and left, leaving me to my recovery. I found a small water dispenser at the side of the chamber; I hadn't noticed it because it appears to have been built into the wall. I desperately sucked at the tap of the dispenser, eager to free my mouth of the stale tastes and the dryness that comes with orally servicing men. I went to flick my shirt and noticed its weight; my front had become soaked from my slobber. I shed my shirt and noted my hard leaking cock once again; I thought about shedding everything and just jerking myself off, but this was technically my job and I didn't think masturbation was a sfw activity.

Over the next hour, my horniness grew gradually. I had many gymbro customers, though never more than two at a time. One trend that I noticed was that they seemed to be opening up their holes for me as I licked their rings. At first, I figured they must be very diligent about their hygiene and wanted to ensure they wouldn't catch Andro. That guess was swiftly corrected.

One particularly ripped muscle stud had sat down, towel around his waist. His whole body was shaved, down to the hair on his toes. As I was lingering around his tasty asshole, one of his buddies approached.

"You getting a blowjob from the gym bitch?" His friend jeered.

"Nah man, just taking a shit," He quipped, and I felt his hole flex open. I heard an overdramatized groaning sound from above as he mimed to his friend that he was having a bowel movement. It dawned on me that these men were not consciously opening their holes, but rather just doing what they know. This was my first revelation of many to come from being a bioshowers technician: straight men, when getting rimmed, default to the direction of their doctor during digital exams. Noted.

My most difficult patrons were probably a pair of young college guys a few hours in. I'd been out of breath for some time, and precum had not only seeped into my shorts but had streaked down them, leaving residual beads to drip to my leg or the floor. My chest and abdomen were slick with sweat and spit, and I was hungry for more guys. There had been a bit of a lull following the initial opening rush, but traffic was picking back up as lunch was presumably approaching. That reminded me of the supposed coworker I would be getting; I hoped that they won't be a stickler for rules or anything, because I wasn't sure how I was going to stick it out until 2 pm. Maybe I could get them to take shifts with me while the other one runs out of the chamber to rub one out.

"Bro check it!" I heard as a guy jumped onto the seat. His ass was thrust into my face without warning, and his pale butt knocked me onto my back. "Oh shit, I think I might have knocked him out!"

I wasn't hurt, but rather startled, and I pushed myself back up to my knees. I brushed this off; in effect, these guys could treat me however they want. There's no accountability procedure, it's not like I could identify them if I wanted to. Small disrespects were to be expected. But this would be no small disrespect.

"How do you know it's a dude?" A deeper voice asked from above.

"Who else would eat guys' asses all day? I know a faggot would love that shit."

I looked up to his hole, thinking this asshole had a fair point. I would love this shit. Already I could smell his rank hole; the guy smelled like he hadn't showered after days of partying at the frats. He was super hairy in the trench of his fat frat boy ass, like a thicket of coarse black hair hiding a brown opening. His large tan globes were largely hairless, as young men's often are.

"I'm not getting younger, bud," The guy commented, probably peacocking for his straight guy buddy. I leaned in and felt his long dark hairs tickling my nose. I took a deep whiff right next to his hole and it was borderline sickening; he was seriously funky. I could hear his laughing above me. I didn't want to be demeaned, but I also had no say in the matter and it's not like I could throw a fit; these guys needed to be cleaned, regardless of whether I wanted to do it or not. I stuck out my tongue and probed his hole with a few specified darts. After getting some of his butt hair wet, I licked a long stripe up his cleft.

The first thing I felt was his asshole flexing to relax. I licked into his small divot, but too late realized my mistake. I felt the air brushing past my face and heard the resonant, hollow noise of a saved-up fart. The laughing above me intensifies as I recoil from the fart in my face. While this guy's ass was pretty rank, his fart was nauseating. Despite all this, I felt my cock throb as more precum streamed out of my penis.

I shook my head a bit and acclimated to the smell in the small chamber before I dove back in to continue to coat his hairy ass.

"Bro he actually just dove back in! This is crazy shit, you gotta hop on."

"Yeah yeah, let me get a towel."

"It's just me man, come on. Just drop your shorts and do it. It's not like anyone walking around could see anything anyway."

"Yeah you're right," I heard his clothing ruffle to the ground.

"Bro you got a chub right now?" The guy above me jeered. I had moved on to suck on his gooch, thoroughly soaking the hairy skin. "You excited for the fag to lick your little toesies?"

"It could be a chick. There are some girls into some really kinky shit. Like, it could be."

"Sure bro. As long as we enjoy it, amirite?"

I spun around to assess the next step of my sanitization. I could see the mess of dark pubes wreathing a relatively small, pink cock. His balls hung close to his body with hairs poking out in random directions. I began to lick at his sack and it relaxed, allowing me to get the sweaty folds of his unwashed ballbag. "Fuck bro, he's good."

"Stop saying he," his friend chastised as he climbed into the shower next to his friend. "Damn you're right, everything's hidden in this thing. Cool."

"Well whoever is down there," My tormentor sighed, "They're getting me hard."

I pulled back and sure enough, his short soft cock had grown into a left-leaning five inch cut prick. I began to lick around the black forest at his cock base, which filled my nose with a much more earthy musk from this young stud's sexually energized crotch. At the same time, his dick began to leak and I could hear clipped moans from above him.

"Fuck, I haven't had a bitch do me like this in a while."

"Well are you gonna share?"

"Hold on, he hasn't even gotten to the good part yet. He's a tease."

Fuck this guy. But I couldn't deny, I was rock hard. I throated his cock in one gulp, leaving him to sharply inhale. Quickly thereafter, he shared a chuckle with his bro like they were at the strip club together and one of them won a lap dance.

I continued to suck for three strokes on this guy's cock to make sure it got coated. "Now go do my friend Dylan."

"Bro, don't tell him my name!"

"So you admit it's a dude?"

"Shut up bro."

I pulled off the hairy guy and looked to the right, seeing the ass and cock that I knew I would. This guy was blonde and was hairy in the same way as his buddy; forest above the cock and between the cheeks, smatterings over his balls and perineum. His cock though was larger and was rock hard from the get go. I decided to start with his cock, considering it was glistening in the shafts of light. I went in to lick at the base of his member, breathing in the aroma of a fresh, sweaty, hairy straight boy.

"Bro, just suck it," I heard from above me. I could choose to do whatever I wanted; there's no way these guys could get to me. They couldn't force me to suck their dicks. But, I wanted to. I readied my throat and took the guy down my throat. I pressed my nose against his pubes and breathed his much more lactic, Northern European pheromones. The guy jerked forward in his chair, making me gag.

"Sounds like a dude," The first guy said.

"Shut the fuck up dude, I'm gonna use this shit."

The guy continued to jerk his hips so that his cock was fucking the back of my throat. I kept up for as long as I could, saliva dripping off my chin and down into my lap. Eventually, I had to pull back out of range of his long dick to catch my breath. I could feel tears at the corners of my eyes, but at least I was done with his cock. Or so I thought.

"Fuck no, I'm getting off. Get back on my dick."

At this point, I was really enjoying the borderline abuse. I was ready to give these guys everything. I lifted my head again and started sucking his dick; not the throat pounding he'd been giving to be earlier, but a rhythmic and realistic pace that was still full of enough bells and whistles to give a straight guy an aneurism.

"Fuck, that's good... get on my buddy's cock. I wanna feel you go back and forth."

I peeled myself off of the guy's-- Dylan's-- cock. I had barely a second to breathe before I was swallowing the first guy's down to the base again. His was shorter and therefore much easier to throat. In a couple of minutes, I heard him making some groans, laced with the artificially-lowered tone that straight men love to use among others.

I pulled off to the head of his cock, sucking with intensity, as I felt his seed flooding my mouth. It was the first time I was drinking anyone's cum other than my own since pre-Andro, and I couldn't help but gag at the bitterness. Probably a side effect of butt-chugging Tito's bottles. Nonetheless, I kept swallowing as I drank from this straight guy tap.

As soon as he ran dry, I pulled off and pivoted back to Dylan. I was evolving as a bioshower bitch-- I didn't even have to be told this time. The pair continued to make noises above me. Some were demeaning, others exclamations of pleasure, others still whispers between each other about how screwed up this was and how they couldn't believe it was happening. All the while, I sucked on this guy's long nordic cock until I could feel increased heat radiating from his pelvis and his sounds began to sound more desperate. When he came, he sounded nothing like the dignified grunts of his friend. Instead, he cried out, whimpering, as I continued to suck his cock through his orgasm. His load seemed never-ending, but compared to his buddies it was a welcome mildness. I could hear his friend above him laughing at him. I almost felt bad for the poor guy, but then again, he was kind of an asshole too.

I licked the ass of the Nordic guy and found his hole to be insanely tasty, even as moving through his golden web of hair smelled like an athlete's week old jockstrap. Which wasn't to say bad, but I did gag a time or two. I finished with the guys' feet and pits. By this point their jeers weren't getting through to me. It was more so the fact that I was taking it and doing my duty regardless; that's what made my cock ache. They stood with a high five and headed to the showers; it's crazy how thankful I was that they didn't make that stop first.