It's a progressive gym in LA. Bathrooms and locker rooms are still gendered, but we go by how you identify. We've got tampons on the counter when you walk into the men's room.

Climbing gyms are super horny. It might be because you're collaborating with strangers all the time and it makes a chatty space for really fit people. But people fuck.

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You've been chatting with this other member - becoming each others' regular climbing partners. But this shit is horny. Every time you see his dick get hard in his shorts when he gets close to check your knots for top-roping, you know there's a chance he's gonna see the moisture between your legs as you ascend the wall. You think about him jerking off to his knowledge that it's not sweat while you fuck your partner at home.

Neither of you talks about your relationship status. You both know there's a partner at home, but names and details are unspoken. Your relationship in the gym is segregated from the rest of your life. You never even exchanged numbers, but you have standard times you expect to see each other. With regularity you're meeting up 3 or 4 times a week.

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Eventually he says something disparaging about his partner. Says the sex life has gone stale. You confirm that yours has too. Is that true for you? True for him? I can't say. All you know is that it's the invitation you've both been looking for.

"We used to have sex in daring places. Couldn't keep our hands and mouths off each other."

"Or your out of each other?"

"Exactly."

"You ever catch people doing shit here?"

"I haven't like, watched it with my eyes... but kinda."

Either one of you could be on a side of that dialogue.

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So you hatch a plan. You pick a day and time. You're gonna dress different than you ever have to the gym. Hat down. Sunglasses on. Baggy boy clothing. You won't pass as a cis guy, but just need to not be recognized. Scan your barcode when you enter and head straight to the mens showers.

There are way more showers than demand. People usually shower at home. And second-to-last is almost never used. You agreed to slip in through the first curtain if you saw steam from that stall.

You're quick and you're quiet. You slip in through the first curtain without calling attention. Your actions are quick and fluid. You quickly slip off and hang your clothes and sandals so it doesn't look like there are two sets of bodies in the stall from beneath.

If you were paying more attention to the situation and less attention on not getting caught, you might have found it strange that your partner didn't peak through the curtain to greet you. But nonetheless, you gather yourself and slowly open the second curtain...

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I'm on the other side. Not expecting you at all - just facing away with a hand up against the wall jerking off.

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Your turn. The story can be steered in a lot of different ways, but try to keep it grounded in realism.

I posted this as M4F, but open to others. Just be you.