Pushing Naughty Buttons (Alien Monster Erotica) by Zoey Hayes Page A

chorus. He thought about leaving, but then scoffed
at the thought. After all , he thought to himself, I’m
only here to use the shower. He put his membership card back in
his pocket, then took a drink from the water fountain. Somehow, it
tasted better than usual.
     
    There were towels, still fresh and folded on
the counter, so Rod grabbed one. When he did, something squished
beneath his right sneaker. He looked down and saw he was in the
middle of a large dark stain on the carpet.
     
    “Dammit,” he muttered to himself. With the
smell as strong as it was, he didn’t care to look at the bottom of
his shoe. He just hopped off it, then shuffled the dampness off his
sneakers on the way to the men’s locker room, toward the sound of
water spraying from the showers inside.
     
    Once Rod crossed the threshold, his shoes
began to stick to the tile floor. The sound echoed through still
another empty room. Here, at least, the smell was more familiar.
Nothing could overwhelm the musk of his fellow members.
     
    When he finally reached Locker #946, Rod
began to undress. He pulled his baggy white shirt over the top of
his head, feeling its sweat-filled fabric suck off his skin before
it splattered onto the floor. His sticky shoes and soaked socks
came next. His shorts and underwear came off last, and the air
rising from the pile tickled his freshly-shaved balls.
    Rod remembered how shy he was in high school,
how he didn’t like to get naked in front of other guys. He got over
it quickly when they found out how big his cock was compared to
theirs. Even with no one else there, the thrill was the same. He
couldn’t help but pose for a moment, chest out with hands on his
hips, his seven inches on full display.
     
    Rod stooped down to pick up his clothes, then
turned his musky, hairless body toward the locker. He pulled open
the combination lock and pushed aside the fresh clothes he’d left
there the previous day. Behind them were a pair of plastic bags,
and into one went his soaked clothes. The other contained a bottle
of body wash. He carried the towel in one hand, the wash in the
other, and walked proudly toward the sound of running water.
     
    When Rod recognized the profile of the naked
man showering in the fourth of the eight open stalls, he shrank
behind a partition and peeked around the edge.
     
    It was Tim.
     
    Tim was a new personal trainer at the gym and
an amateur bodybuilder. He was about a head taller than Rod, ten
years older, and much more handsome. But Tim was shy, which was
surprising given his work. He always seemed distracted by
something, just as he looked now as he stared into his showerhead
as if counting the nozzles.
     
    Until now, Rod had never seen him in the
shower, never once seen his naked body. But he’d thought about it
plenty. In stolen moments by the gym’s juice bar, Rod always sat
facing the squat bar, watching Tim from behind as he spotted one of
his many students. On every downward motion, Tim’s skin-tight
spandex shorts pulled tighter still as his massive buttocks parted,
then flexed together on the way back up, sweat oozing down the
backs of his amazing calves.
     
    After a few reps, Rod would excuse himself to
the bathroom for a wank, two fingers shoved inside his ass,
imagining Tim’s ass flexing that same way as he entered him. Rod
always left the door to his stall unlocked when he did this, hoping
against hope that Tim would catch him in the act and take him as
his own.
     
    That was the only way Rod dared express his
true self, his actual motivation for going to the gym. He couldn’t
bring himself to tell his parents, much less Tim. But Tim was the
only man Rod felt he could trust with his body, his secret. Tim’s
mystery had that much power over him. And now, here he was, here
they were, alone and naked - together. And Tim was even more
beautiful than he’d imagined.
     
    His skin un-obscured by lather, Tim’s light
brown muscles glistened in the light shimmering off the