Perfect Timing

Troye reached over and turned off the shower. With his eyes still closed, he patted around until the soft fabric of his towel brushed his fingertips. In the distance, another shower turned off, and Troye let out a sigh. Working out at the gym was fine, but the locker rooms were shit. He ruffled his hair with the towel, attempting to soak up some of the water, then tied it around his waist and stepped out of the safety of the curtain.

Once entering the whiteness of the locker room, Troye's eyes fell upon a well sculpted body just across the room. Damn me being gay, but god he's hot. Troye thought to himself. The figure across the room sensed that a pair of eyes were watching him and turned around. Their eyes met and Troye quickly glanced down, his cheeks immediately turned a deep shade of red. The other boy smirked then went back to drying his hair. Troye then realized that he was still in front of the shower, so he hurried to his locker and unlocked it. While reaching for his boxers, he stole another glance at the boy across the room. This time, he was already waiting for him, and their eyes met. "You liking what you see?" His voice was music to Troye's ears as it traveled across the room. Troye swallowed, "Uh... yah, but, um... I'm gay.."

"No worries," the boy removed his towel from his hair, "We have something in common." Troye widened his eyes. Two gay men in the locker room at the same time with nobody else must be a one in a hundred chance. There was a silence as their eyes roamed over each other's bodies. "Hey, I'm Tyler, you?" Troye snapped out of his daydream.

"Oh, uh. I'm Troye." He mentally slapped himself for being so awkward. Tyler took a few strides and made it quickly across the room. He then took hold of Troye's hand and pulled it away from the towel, letting it fall to the floor. He took in the sight of Troye's toned body hungrily and greedily. He then took hold of his cheek, and their lips connected. Troye moaned, trying to comprehend what exactly happened in the last second. He then brought his hands up and wrapped it around the other boy's back, feeling the muscles tighten under his fingertips. He then moved his hands down and reached a waist band. Tucking his fingers underneath, he pulled it down in one swift stroke. Tyler broke the kiss and stepped out of his boxers. He then dropped to his knees and took Troye's cock into his mouth. He moaned as Troye reached into his hair and guided him along his length. "Fuck," Troye's eyes were rolled back, his mouth slightly open, "Tyler, you have to stop, I'm going to cum."

He pulled the other boy up and into a kiss. Tyler looked into Troye's eyes, full of lust, "Mmm, you taste so good." He then led them into a changing stall and locked the door. He then pressed two fingers into Troye's mouth.

"Coat them, you need it."

After deciding that it was enough, he slid it down Troye's stomach and pressed into his entrance. Troye let out a throaty moan and arched his back, letting the fingers slide deeper into him. Tyler smirked and added another. Troye yelped at the new sensation, but quickly adjusted. Pre-cum started to seep from his swollen tip and Tyler knew he was ready. He removed his fingers and lined himself up, before thrusting deep inside Troye.

"Oh fuck!" Troye desperately tried to grab at something, but only managed to stable himself against the wall. He tried to contain his moans, realizing that they were, after all, in a locker room, but trashed that thought after Tyler started to thrust. He couldn't contain himself any longer once Tyler found his sweet spot. He reached down to give his member the love it deserves and almost tipped over the edge.

"Tyler! Ohh."

Tyler moaned and buried his face into Troye's neck, thrusting even deeper. Troye turned back and planted a kiss on Tyler's temple. He removed his hand as Tyler took it's place, pumping him fast. As Tyler felt him tightening around him, he let out a deep, throaty moan.

"Troye-fuck. I'm going to cum."

His voiced tipped Troye over the edge, and he couldn't hold on anymore. He arched his back as Tyler snapped his hips one last time and came to orgasm.

The two boys smiled at each other once they came back from their blissful. Troye gave Tyler a crooked grin.

"So... Can I get your number?"