The Time I Gave My Gym Crush a BJ in the Locker Room

It was late, gym was almost empty, and I was finishing my cooldown when Matt walks into the locker room area. I’m in the women’s section, but the walls are thin, and I hear him humming some song. I don’t know what got into me, maybe the endorphins, but I peeked out and saw him alone, towel around his waist, heading to the showers. My brain just went, “Fuck it.”

I slipped into the men’s locker room (yeah, I know, bold move). He saw me, raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say stop. “What’s up?” he asked, smirking, like he knew where this was going. I didn’t even answer, just walked up, heart pounding, and dropped to my knees in front of him. His towel hit the floor, and holy shit, he was already half-hard, and I hadn’t even touched him yet.

I grabbed him, feeling him get harder in my hand, and just went for it. My lips wrapped around him, and I started slow, teasing the tip with my tongue, tasting that clean, post-workout saltiness. He groaned, low and rough, his hand tangling in my ponytail. I took him deeper, bobbing my head, letting my spit make it sloppy. His breathing got all heavy, and he kept muttering, “Fuck, you’re good at this.” I was so turned on, my thighs were shaking, but I kept it focused on him, sucking harder, using my hand to stroke what my mouth couldn’t reach.

It didn’t take long. Maybe five minutes in, his grip tightened, and he warned me he was close. I didn’t pull back, went all in, swirling my tongue until he came, hot and thick, down my throat. I swallowed, looked up at him, and he had this dazed, “what just happened” grin. I stood up, wiped my mouth, and just said, “See you tomorrow,” before bolting back to the women’s locker room.

I’m still processing it. We haven’t talked since, but he keeps catching my eye at the gym. I’m single, so no guilt, but damn, I can’t stop replaying it. Anyone else ever do something this wild on a whim?