Bobby Returns to the YMCA
Bobby was eighteen years old and fresh out of high school. Indeed, the young boy had just recently celebrated his high school graduation and soon would be going to college. Instead of immediately going to college in the fall, Bobby had opted to take the year off and explore the world. Fresh out of high school, young, supple, and horny, Bobby was eager to explore. He was already well in touch with his gayness; he knew that nothing could possibly make him quite so hard as the simple sight of another man’s penis, observing the way it looked and how it was different from his own. Bobby loved nothing more than being in a place where he could be naked and show off his uncircumcised penis while also being surrounded by many other naked men of various shapes, sizes, and colors. This was why Bobby so enjoyed going to the YMCA.
Since the day after his 18th birthday, the day when he first got a ten dollar day pass and sought to explore the Y for the first time, Bobby had become very adept at the art of gay cruising and the myriad of ways to use his body language and his attitude to send a silent message out to the other men who were cruising, as well. That first day the Y, just barely legal, freshly eighteen and still in high school, Bobby had been excited but nervous, not sure what he was going to see or how he was supposed to behave. He had quickly found the entire naked portion of the YMCA to be an amazingly friendly place in which seemingly all the men were gay and happy to show off and play around. Indeed, after many hours of erotic fantasy coming to life in the sauna, steam room, whirlpool, and wide open showers of the Y, Bobby had left with three new friends, Bobby and Kyle who were straight and had girlfriends but still played around, along with a beautiful young Mexican boy named Cornelio who was now Bobby’s beautiful boyfriend. The two had a very open and modern relationship; they loved each other very much in a special way, but they also fully understood they were both horny young boys reaching the prime of their sexuality, overflowing with testosterone and eager to get it out, so they allowed each other to play around a little on the side. Indeed, Cornelio knew exactly what Bobby was up to today, and had wished him a happy good luck on his quest.
Bobby was on his way through a long drive across the country, but for the moment, he was almost to his destination, which was to a YMCA he had never explored in the downtown portion of a town and state he’d never been to. He had become adept at cruising his local YMCA after many visits there, and he was eager and curious to explore a new setting in a new area and see what things differed. Bobby rounded a corner and saw the wonderful sign as soon as he turned, the symbol of the Y, their famous logo that now always caused a restless stirring in his pants. He pulled into an underground parking lot connected to the Y, which from the outside appeared to be a large gothic building like an old church, several stories tall, a very skyscraper-like structure. Bobby thought of the possibilities of what might be inside, of how many penises were currently in the steam room, right at this very moment, possibly growing harder and harder just as Bobby locked up his car and headed to the elevator to enter the Y.
After a quick flash of his ID and a payment of ten dollars in cash, Bobby was allowed to enter the building. The layout was slightly different from the Y near his home, but also somewhat similar. Like his hometown one, he immediately stepped onto an elevator and punched in the number for the locker room, which in this gym was on level five. The doors were about to slide shut when a tall blonde young man slid into the elevator beside Bobby. He was very blonde and had piercing blue eyes, was very tall and wearing tight jeans while carrying a small gym bag over his shoulder.
Bobby was eighteen years old and fresh out of high school. Indeed, the young boy had just recently celebrated his high school graduation and soon would be going to college. Instead of immediately going to college in the fall, Bobby had opted to take the year off and explore the world. Fresh out of high school, young, supple, and horny, Bobby was eager to explore. He was already well in touch with his gayness; he knew that nothing could possibly make him quite so hard as the simple sight of another man’s penis, observing the way it looked and how it was different from his own. Bobby loved nothing more than being in a place where he could be naked and show off his uncircumcised penis while also being surrounded by many other naked men of various shapes, sizes, and colors. This was why Bobby so enjoyed going to the YMCA.
Since the day after his 18th birthday, the day when he first got a ten dollar day pass and sought to explore the Y for the first time, Bobby had become very adept at the art of gay cruising and the myriad of ways to use his body language and his attitude to send a silent message out to the other men who were cruising, as well. That first day the Y, just barely legal, freshly eighteen and still in high school, Bobby had been excited but nervous, not sure what he was going to see or how he was supposed to behave. He had quickly found the entire naked portion of the YMCA to be an amazingly friendly place in which seemingly all the men were gay and happy to show off and play around. Indeed, after many hours of erotic fantasy coming to life in the sauna, steam room, whirlpool, and wide open showers of the Y, Bobby had left with three new friends, Bobby and Kyle who were straight and had girlfriends but still played around, along with a beautiful young Mexican boy named Cornelio who was now Bobby’s beautiful boyfriend. The two had a very open and modern relationship; they loved each other very much in a special way, but they also fully understood they were both horny young boys reaching the prime of their sexuality, overflowing with testosterone and eager to get it out, so they allowed each other to play around a little on the side. Indeed, Cornelio knew exactly what Bobby was up to today, and had wished him a happy good luck on his quest.
Bobby was on his way through a long drive across the country, but for the moment, he was almost to his destination, which was to a YMCA he had never explored in the downtown portion of a town and state he’d never been to. He had become adept at cruising his local YMCA after many visits there, and he was eager and curious to explore a new setting in a new area and see what things differed. Bobby rounded a corner and saw the wonderful sign as soon as he turned, the symbol of the Y, their famous logo that now always caused a restless stirring in his pants. He pulled into an underground parking lot connected to the Y, which from the outside appeared to be a large gothic building like an old church, several stories tall, a very skyscraper-like structure. Bobby thought of the possibilities of what might be inside, of how many penises were currently in the steam room, right at this very moment, possibly growing harder and harder just as Bobby locked up his car and headed to the elevator to enter the Y.
After a quick flash of his ID and a payment of ten dollars in cash, Bobby was allowed to enter the building. The layout was slightly different from the Y near his home, but also somewhat similar. Like his hometown one, he immediately stepped onto an elevator and punched in the number for the locker room, which in this gym was on level five. The doors were about to slide shut when a tall blonde young man slid into the elevator beside Bobby. He was very blonde and had piercing blue eyes, was very tall and wearing tight jeans while carrying a small gym bag over his shoulder.