This story is based on reality, but only a bit. Of course, the young Italian executive is real, as was his sudden shocked awareness that I was staring at his long thick semi. He covers up a little more now, but he still gets longer and thicker in the steam room and sauna, judging from the swaying bulge under his towel.
But the rest is wishful thinking. :biggrin1:
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About four or five months ago, I went into the sauna at my YMCA, sat down on my towel, and leaned back and closed my eyes. I didn’t wrap myself in my towel because I’ve long since become comfortable with being naked around other guys (soccer, Boy Scouts, and three older brothers all precluded an excess of modesty). Legs wide open. Just relaxing.
To put this into perspective, I’m a bearded guy, maybe 6’1” and 210 pounds, mostly muscular but getting a little heavy in the waist, hairy chest (and legs and ass), rather small when soft (maybe an inch long at the smallest) but a serious grower, and uncut—unusual for a white guy my age (38) in my community growing up, but I’ve seen a lot more in my age group since coming to Winston (which is both nearer the mountains and much more conservative).
I have a boyfriend, but at the beginning of the relationship we easily negotiated some ways in which we could “play well with others” either separately or together without feeling jealous. I don’t look for other partners, but some minimal erotic play is like the icing on the cake if I’m in a potentially arousing situation. And I have eyes.
So there I was, just leaning back against the reddish wood wall of the sauna. The door opened quickly and slammed shut, letting in a lot of cool air, and I opened my eyes about to tell the guy off … but found I couldn’t say a word.
He looked to be college aged, with a lean, mesomorphic body (a little shorter than mine – maybe 5’9” or 5’10” and mostly devoid of hair. And all over a creamy white color (no tan lines). It was as though Michelangelo’s David had just come into the room, his body was so sculptural. He didn’t look like a pumped-up GI Joe (or Billy) doll, and he didn’t look all sinewy and ripped: He just looked like a healthy young man with a truly callipygian ass, which I saw as he re-wrapped his towel around his waist and stepped up to the upper-level seating directly across from me.
The hair on his head was long, dark blond, and wavy. He sat down, leaned forward with his elbows on his spread-apart knees, and put his hands in his hair. He looked a bit like Rodin’s The Thinker, in that pose.
He didn’t know it, but at that angle I could lean forward and see most of his crotch exposed under his towel between his spread muscular legs. His long thick uncut cock (maybe eight or nine inches long) dangled well below the level of the sauna bench. I’d seen big cock before, but this was attached to a rather good-looking, muscular body. I admired both his endowment and his obvious good taste in how he’d built his body (he looked naturally well-muscled, as though he didn’t have to work out and could just get out of bed and place in the Olympics any time he chose). Truly, I’ve seen very few that compared with him.
He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, hiding one of his fairly small, pinkish-brown nipples. Then he opened his eyes and saw me looking.
[to be continued]
But the rest is wishful thinking. :biggrin1:
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About four or five months ago, I went into the sauna at my YMCA, sat down on my towel, and leaned back and closed my eyes. I didn’t wrap myself in my towel because I’ve long since become comfortable with being naked around other guys (soccer, Boy Scouts, and three older brothers all precluded an excess of modesty). Legs wide open. Just relaxing.
To put this into perspective, I’m a bearded guy, maybe 6’1” and 210 pounds, mostly muscular but getting a little heavy in the waist, hairy chest (and legs and ass), rather small when soft (maybe an inch long at the smallest) but a serious grower, and uncut—unusual for a white guy my age (38) in my community growing up, but I’ve seen a lot more in my age group since coming to Winston (which is both nearer the mountains and much more conservative).
I have a boyfriend, but at the beginning of the relationship we easily negotiated some ways in which we could “play well with others” either separately or together without feeling jealous. I don’t look for other partners, but some minimal erotic play is like the icing on the cake if I’m in a potentially arousing situation. And I have eyes.
So there I was, just leaning back against the reddish wood wall of the sauna. The door opened quickly and slammed shut, letting in a lot of cool air, and I opened my eyes about to tell the guy off … but found I couldn’t say a word.
He looked to be college aged, with a lean, mesomorphic body (a little shorter than mine – maybe 5’9” or 5’10”
and mostly devoid of hair. And all over a creamy white color (no tan lines). It was as though Michelangelo’s David had just come into the room, his body was so sculptural. He didn’t look like a pumped-up GI Joe (or Billy) doll, and he didn’t look all sinewy and ripped: He just looked like a healthy young man with a truly callipygian ass, which I saw as he re-wrapped his towel around his waist and stepped up to the upper-level seating directly across from me.The hair on his head was long, dark blond, and wavy. He sat down, leaned forward with his elbows on his spread-apart knees, and put his hands in his hair. He looked a bit like Rodin’s The Thinker, in that pose.
He didn’t know it, but at that angle I could lean forward and see most of his crotch exposed under his towel between his spread muscular legs. His long thick uncut cock (maybe eight or nine inches long) dangled well below the level of the sauna bench. I’d seen big cock before, but this was attached to a rather good-looking, muscular body. I admired both his endowment and his obvious good taste in how he’d built his body (he looked naturally well-muscled, as though he didn’t have to work out and could just get out of bed and place in the Olympics any time he chose). Truly, I’ve seen very few that compared with him.
He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, hiding one of his fairly small, pinkish-brown nipples. Then he opened his eyes and saw me looking.
[to be continued]
