Older Fag In The Locker Room

FuelMix loves getting checked out in the gym.  Face it, who doesn't like the idea of being Eye Candy for a couple of hours while actually doing something for oneself ? It's a case of Refracted Double Narcissicism - you're checking yourself out in the mirror while flexing, knowing that someone else is checking you out in the same mirror while scheming how to get into your gym shorts.

So there was this older white fag......FuelMix has nothing against older white fags except, this one brought on a ripple of giggles.......clean shaven, short, stocky - and Violently Orange. He was the meticulously premeditated product of tanning oil and hours on a tanning bed, supplemented with bags of carrots ejaculating into his ass canal to ensure, like raunchy porn, that he was deeply seeded, infused and dripping -  with beta carotene. Felch his hole and your tongue would be tainted. Get the picture?

In the gym lights he glowed like a road cone on the Autobahn, a sexual navigation warning for the sweating uninitiated speeding past him in the limited bandwidth of their awareness.

Except FuelMix.........he'd spotted the fool early via gaydar on High Beam and set a collision course.... 

Positioning himself in front of the gym mirrors and next to the fag, FuelMix commenced his workout.  The fag stared at FuelMix in the mirrors, periodically sighing loudly during his own sets, which sounded like the tail-end of a post-coital torpor.  As FuelMix moved around the gym, the fag strategically positioned himself nearby, trying to make eye contact.  FuelMix ignored him.

Towards the end of his workout, FuelMix decided it was time for some fun.  The glowing white fag had been patient and persistent.  It was time to torpedo his hopes and send him packing - but not before giving him some rope to hang himself.

FuelMix pulled out his mobile phone and made a fake phone call, loudly declaring that he'd finished his workout, needed a rubdown for his sore muscles and was heading to the locker room for a shower.  The fag heard it, put down his weights, sighed audibly, picked up his towel and headed towards the locker room, glancing back at FuelMix  a few times.  This was going to be fun.....

FuelMix waited another 10 minutes before moving to the lockers. There was nobody else in there.  As expected, the fag was naked and sitting in the steam room, bobbing his head back and forth to see who else would come in.  He watched FuelMix undress while oh-so-casually-stroking his faked tanned stocky body. If the fag glowed orange under the gym lights, his fake tan now made him look like a broiling tangerine in the steam room.

When FuelMix was totally naked, the older fag hopped out of the steam room, sighing audibly and making intense eye contact.  Sitting on the window ledge, he pretended to massage the steam through his pores whilst eyeing FuelMix.   FuelMix stepped into the shower, but deliberately left the shower curtain partially open.  The older white fag paced back and forth past the showers, slowing down near FuelMix and stroking his stubby orange dick.  

Back and forth, back and forth paced the fag, each time rubbing his dick more furiously as he passed FuelMix. 

FuelMix decided it was time for some fun.....as the white fag paced past his shower for the umpteenth time, FuelMix started to piss in the shower, licking his lips as he let the piss flow through his fingers.  The white fag stopped abruptly, jacking furiously. It made FuelMix giggle.  The fag's absurd all over tan, the furious rubbing of his stubby dick, made it appear that his dick was nothing but a flashing orange indicator on a compact Not-So-Smart car.

FuelMix altered his position under the shower slightly.  The gushing piss flow was clearly visible as it streamed through his fingers.  FuelMix brought his fingers to his mouth and licked the piss off them.  The white fag gasped, motionless outside FuelMix's shower cubicle, jacking more intensely, his eyes glazed......

"You fuckin' pumpkin..." muttered FuelMix audibly to the jacking fake tanned fag as he continued pissing in the shower and soaping himself, "I bet you wanna drink it and take some home with you....you just love it when I lick the piss off my fingers, 'coz you want some too, don't ya...??!!" 

" UH, UH, uh, uhhh!....." grunted the white fag, now deep in a masturbatory trance......... FuelMix pulled the shower curtain fully closed and started singing loudly in the shower. It was Puccini's Nessun Dorma from Turandot (made really famous by the late tenor, Luciano Pavarotti).  He had no idea where the jacking white fag had positioned himself.

Then suddenly a few seconds later.....

"What the fuck....??!! Jeez look at this old fart...!!  He's spying on some guy singing in the shower....!!.....Fuck you faggot....!!  Get the hell out or we're gonna beat the shit outta you...!!  Muttha fukka.....!!

"Uh..uh...sorry, sorry..." mumbled the old white fag. There was the sound of a commotion as the fag scrambled for his locker.  It seemed 2 straight guys had quietly walked into the locker room and caught the old white fag in full jack off mode. FuelMix continued singing in the shower soaping himself, smirking wickedly, pretending he hadn't heard anything.  Old white fag had broken the first rule of locker room cruising...... deserted or not, always be aware of your surroundings and never glaze over.

"GET THE FUCK OUT YOU OLD FAGGOT...!!"  a voice was heard saying. "We know who you are.....you want us to screw you over with the management...??!!   Huh..??..."

There was the sound of more commotion and what sounded like someone kicking a gym bag.  FuelMix continued with his shower singing merrily as if he was Pavarotti. Hurried footsteps could be heard departing the locker room.  A couple of minutes later, he pulled back the shower curtain, still singing.

"Hey FuelMix..!! Dude, some old faggot was jacking in your direction while you were having a shower.  You were singing away,  sounded like some opera shit, and didn't know he was there.... we just threw him out...!!"

"Whoa, really...?" said FuelMix feigning innocence as he stepped out of the shower, his cock swinging wickedly, "fuucckk......hope he liked what he saw.....thanks guys...!!"

"No problem bro...."

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