By Pisslurper

A few years back I lived in a small city in the Midwest. I used to work out and swim at the local YMCA, which had a great gym and an Olympic pool. One of the lifeguards at the pool, Nate, was a good-looking gay guy whom I fooled around with once. Nate was in his 20s, nicely muscled with a light blond furry body and big uncut cock. He was also one of the nicest guys you’d ever meet. Back then we were friendly, but not really close friends.

Last summer I was visiting the town, and I ran into Nate while I was having drinks with friends. We chatted, and he said he was working at the Y the next evening and suggested I go for a swim before closing time. I was more than excited to go to the Y, not just because of Nate, but because I was locked in Steelworxx metal chastity cage, and I love working out locked up.

So I showed up at the Y at about 9:15, which was 45 minutes before closing time. I changed into my speedo, and of course the cock cage is obvious under the speedo, but no one is really looking. There are two other people swimming in the pool, and Nate waves hello as I slip into the water. Soon I’m into the groove of my swimming, and the time passes until I’m the only one left. Nate is starting to tidy up and close down the pool, but he walks by the end my lane to chat as I finish my last lap. I pull myself out of the water and stand on the pool deck as we catch up with small talk. I can see that he checks me out, but he doesn’t let on that he sees anything unusual.

By now the Y is closed, and I’m thinking that it is probably just Nate and me left around. I head into the showers, which are a large, old-fashioned, open-shower room, blue tile with showerheads on the walls, not individual shower stalls like modern gyms. I strip off my speedo, excited to expose my chastity cage to Nate when he walks in, and relax under one of the shower heads.

Just as I’m thinking that Nate is going to come in from the pool, a guy walks in from the locker area that I had thought was probably deserted. Damn, now I am busted, and totally humiliated caught naked with my metal cock cage on display in the open shower room. As soon as I flush with embarrassment, I realize that I know this guy too. He works at the Y part time, and I used to see him in the weight room all the time. Sometimes we’d spot each other, and we used to chat, and once we rode motorcycles with some mutual friends. He’s a straight guy, also hot as fuck, who sometimes competes in amateur cage fights. I’d never seen him in the locker room before, and never seen him naked, but it only took me a second to take in his washboard abs, beefy thighs, and big soft cock.

In a split second, he recognizes me and realizes that I have some sort of metal thing on my dick.

“Hey … what the fuck is that?” he asks.

I explain that it is a cock cage that my boyfriend locks me in to keep me horny.

He laughs, and his comment is, “Damn, that’s jacked!”

And then he turns on the water at a showerhead on the other side of the room and starts to soap up. He starts asking me where I moved to, what I have been doing, and then after a little bit he starts washing his cock. He laughs as he soaps it up, obviously teasing me, and gives it a few strokes.

About this time, Nate walks into the shower room, still in his red lifeguard trunks. He quickly takes in my cock cage and the other guy finishing up his shower, but other than nodding to cage fighter guy, he doesn’t say anything. Nate turns on a showerhead, waits for it to warm up, and peels off his trunks.

Cage fighter guy finishes up, says so long, and heads into the locker room. Now Nate and I are alone in the shower room, and he’s staring at my cock cage as he starts to stroke his dick. He still doesn’t say anything, but he’s obviously teasing me. Before long, Nate is hard and is pumping his big thick dick. I stayed under my showerhead, and he was under his, but he turned toward me and stepped forward, and as his body shuddered, he shot a thick load of jizz in my direction.

I was so fucking turned on, and my cock was straining in its cage, but there wasn’t much I could do, so we both rinsed off, got dressed, and went out for a drink.

 

The end

 

Metal would like to thank the author, Pisslurper, for this story!