There was no denying that Damon was a bit of an exhibitionist. He had a nice body, well maintained and well built, and enjoyed seeing others watching him. There was also the slightly more darker side of him that enjoyed flaunting his manly pieces and being dominant around those that would submit to him and his manly pieces. While being the Sheriff of Mariet, he knew that there was also a chance of a scandal, or ill-met words coming from someone that had a grudge, but Damon knew how to take care of himself and those that he'd see as adversaries.
Damon had gone to the gym, done a pretty thorough and rigid workout as per usual; by the time he was done, the man was exhausted, hot and sweaty, and definitely in need of a good shower to clean himself up. The Mariet Fitness Center had a wide array of facilities including shared AND private shower areas. Mostly people would have differed to the private showering areas, but seeing as who Damon was, he opted for the open shower areas where all the men were in one large area, each with their own shower of course, but everyone in clear view of everyone else in that particular area.
Before heading into the showers, Damon had taken a peak in the direction of the private showers, finding them all taken, which meant he would have had to wait for a free one had he chosen that option, but he hadn't so he was able to go right into an open area immediately. Upon approaching the shower area, Damon discarded his shorts, leaving him completely naked, dropped his towel on one of the benches and went looking for a free shower head.
The water felt nice, especially after a long and rigid workout like Damon had done. It was just the right temperature too; the water slipping down Damon's hot pecks and down along his curved chest and abs. Automatically, Damon took hold of his limp appendage and gave it a single stroke, feeling the water drip down between his legs and down along his thighs. After a minute of enjoying the hot water, he grabbed the soap and began to lather himself up.
> Workout Outfit <
Jack had to say this for the town of Mariet - it lacked for nothing. The hospital was state of the art, which was nice. And the shops and things around town were maybe smaller than in a big city, but didn't lack any of the merchandise. The markets had good, fresh food, and now he'd just discovered that the fitness center was top of the line as well. He wasn't sure why he was slightly surprised by that, it wasn't like he'd chosen to move to a third world country. And he was a small town boy himself. But still... it was nice to find everything that he needed here. Now he just had to get a dog and make some friends.
He'd spent the last couple of hours getting in his first real work out since he'd moved there. He'd been going for jogs, doing some exercising in the apartment, but sit ups and push ups weren't really cutting it. He liked a more full-body work out, was pretty passionate about staying in shape. So he'd tried out the equipment, even taken a turn on the punching bag, trying to decide if he should pick that back up again, then finally decided that he'd pushed himself enough for one day, heading for the showers.
He didn't even look twice at the private showers, but not because he was some kind of exhibitionist. He just assumed that they were for specific members, since he didn't remember being told anything when he'd joined. It was probably in the paperwork that he hadn't bothered to read. But anyway, the public showers were fine with him. He wasn't one to invite people to stare at him, not at all, not even close. That wasn't why he stayed in shape, and he was never one to flaunt any part of his body. But since he'd played sports since he was younger, he was used to sharing showers, no big deal.
He headed to an empty bench, peeling off his tank, shorts and boxers, kicking off the shoes and socks, leaving it all in a messy pile half on the bench, half on the floor. Then, digging into his gym bag he got out his soap (some gyms provided soap but that was... disgusting, thanks very much), heading to a free showerhead. He'd noticed the other man, how could he not since he was the only other guy in there, but he didn't do much more than give a vague nod in his direction, to be polite. (He was gay, not desperate enough to enter a public shower hoping to have a hookup and he so he wasn't about to just stare.) Rolling his shoulders to stretch out the muscles, he turned the water on as hot as he could stand it, then just stood under it for a minute, letting it sluice down over his chest and stomach, exhaling slowly.