Hi all. This is my first time writing a story. I hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think and I'll consider writing more. This happened about 20 years ago.
Part I
I was heading to the locker room after completing my usual routine. 30 minutes of lifting and 30 minutes of running on the treadmill. It was a work day, around 10pm. The gym has usually quieted down by then and I can get in and get my workout done without much waiting.
I’m 26 and fit. I feel strong, but I am not a big muscular guy and I don’t have a lean runner's body either. I’m 5’10” and about 165 pounds and my abs are defined well enough that you can see them, well, when I am standing and flexing them. I hit the gym three times a week and I’ve been doing it for years.
The locker room was mostly empty, but it still had that ripe, men-after-a-workout smell from the hours before I arrived. That smell is definitely one of the things that helps get me to the gym regularly. I open my locker, in the corner, furthest from the showers. I grabbed my light blue Speedo and towel and headed to the showers. I hold my towel in front, but walk with my ass exposed all the way to the showers. I am not going to wrap my clean towel around my sweaty body, right? I am not cocky, in personality, or size really, but I enjoy a little bit of exhibitionism. The shower room is large, with 10 shower stalls with dividers but no doors or curtains. As I am walking in, there is one guy walking out. He’s kind of a big dude, easily over 6’ with nice chest and belly hair and he’s thick. Not fat at all, just much bigger than me, bigger abs and chest and arms, and well everything. He is in a pair of light trunks that are wet from his rinse off. They would have been loose fitting if they were not clinging to him. Walking past him, I regret not getting here 5 minutes earlier. He looks me firmly in the eye as he goes past, and is gone…
After a quick shower, I squeeze my round ass and 3” softy into my speedo to go do some laps and then hit the steam room. I say squeeze, because I buy my swimwear one size small, since I actually do swim hard in them. They aren’t just for show. In fact, embarrassingly, they really are not for show at all. The smaller size suit squeezes my package just the wrong way and there is much less to see! In the speedo it's just kind of a round lump looking like all I have are balls. It’s a little cool tonight, and that doesn’t help either. Doesn’t matter, off I strut, through the locker room, then the common wet area and to the pool. Thankfully the pool is heated and in I go. I swim 10 laps alone and then catch my breath before heading to the steam room.
It’s still quiet, I haven’t seen anyone since the guy who left the shower. Seems no one is in the sauna or jacuzzi as I go past. I figure I’ll have the steam to myself for my sore muscles and call it a night. As I approach, I can see the steam is running so there is probably someone in there. I open the door and close it quickly. It’s nice and warm in there, and I want to keep it that way. On the left side, I can make out the big guy from the shower. I walk past him and on the middle of the top bench on the back wall. I don’t sit next to him, but our knees are a few feet apart.
I didn’t know what to make of the look he’d given me leaving the shower, but I look over at him and say “Hey.” He says “Hey” back and that's it. So I look away and decide to do some stretching and muscle rubbing as I am warming up.
I really enjoy the recovery after a good workout. Seeing some hard working bodies at the end of it is just a bonus. As I mentioned, I like to be seen, but I like to catch a glimpse too, and I can take all of that home to fuel my imagination. When it comes to being intimate or physical, I am actually kind of shy. I like showing off, and I like looking just as much, which is why I prefer this gym’s showers. At heart though, I am pretty vanilla, really. I’ve only ever dated women and I have more confidence there, but I’ve messed around with guys a few times.
Anyway, back to the steam room. The big guy stretches a little and it catches my attention. He brings his hands down onto his lap and gives a subtle squeeze. I think, okay this is a game I can play. I reach down and give a squeeze too, mostly my nuts because my penis is tucked in pretty tight but I wasn’t going to advertise size with just a pinch. (It is a fair bit smaller now, after the swim, even smaller than what he would have seen if he caught a glimpse when he was leaving the showers.)
So we are both subtly rubbing and tugging a bit and he can clearly see me doing so. Finally I am growing a bit and pressing against my speedo, but still quite safely tucked in. Now that I’m getting a little excited, there is no hiding in a tight, light colored speedo, and I want to pull loose the draw-string to give myself a little room. I am mostly watching his hand and his growing bulge but I look up to his face now and again to see his expression and where he’s looking.
He’s definitely watching me, but whereas I am focused on what’s in his shorts, I feel like he is looking at me, watching him. I look back to his semi-translucent white shorts, and I am really hoping to see more. Maybe we will hit the showers together and put on a bit of a show and I’ll go home and whack myself to oblivion.
He shifts, leaning a little toward me, lifting his right leg and pulling his short-leg up high on his furry, meaty thigh. I am transfixed. I want to look at his face, I somehow feel like he is daring me too. I just can’t look away though, because I know what he’s about to do.
He pulls his shorts up just a little more, and his right hand slips up and under, and pulls out some significant meat. I don’t know if I held my breath, or if I shuddered, or if he could see my heart beating faster in my chest (because he could have), but I know he’s watching me. Now I really can’t take my eyes off of it. It is dim in the steam room, but I can see it is BIG, and cut, and deep red, almost angry looking. Ha!
Now it isn’t the longest one I’ve ever seen in person, but that is a different story. Amusingly, that also occurred in a steam room at a spa. Sorry, I digress. This guy’s dick is big, and it is really attractive. He’s cut, but there’s no visible circ scar, just a subtle change, a slightly lighter red for the top 3 or so inches. The veins are well pronounced but not bulging, the shaft is straight without much taper, very cylindrical and a wide flared mushroom top. His tip looks like more than two of my mushrooms could fit inside of that thing.
Okay. I’ve looked long enough, and I’m pretty sure it will still be there when I look back. I look up at his face again. He’s still just looking at me. His face and eyes aren’t threatening, a flat expression on his mouth, but his look is firm and it somehow holds me in place.
“You want to touch it.” He said.
It wasn’t a question, and it wasn’t a command. While I was trying to figure out what to say, he solved my problem.
“You can touch it. Go ahead. Come over, there’s no one around tonight.”
From where I was sitting, I could have slid over, but it would have been awkward to sit at the corner of the benches and he had pulled it out on his right so I’d be reaching across. It seemed he wasn’t going to move, so I decided to get up and go to his right side. I got up and took a few steps and went to sit down on his right, but stopped me.
He said “Stand. I’ll keep an eye on the door. I can see a shadow across the door if someone is coming”
Okay, I thought, I’ll stand.
Once again he invited, “Touch it.”
I placed my left hand on his thigh. It was dense, and furry, and so fucking manly. That alone got me going, but there was something more on offer. I reached with my right hand and tried to make a ring around his cock near the barely visible circ scar. My thumb and finger didn’t quite meet. It wasn’t a big gap, but I have pretty big hands. This dick is thick. Kind of like the rest of him.
His dick is hot to the touch and the weight and stiffness of it just feels massive. I start to stroke it and really appreciate the strength of it in my hand. He tells me what I am doing feels good and complements my round ass.
He slides off the bench and is standing in front of me, my chest touching the top of his firm, furry stomach. My head is near his neck and armpit and I subtly breathe a little deeper. Oooh, he is so masculine. My hand makes its way back to his cock, he reaches behind and squeezes my ass. That all feels so good but I am a little nervous where this is going and where am I going to draw the line…and when.
He slips his hand into my speedo,fingers straight into my crack, to give my whole cheek a good firm squeeze. It feels so good. He can’t quite reach my hole with how tight the suit is, but he pulls up on the cheek and gives it a good stretch.
“Do you have some place we can go?” He asks.
“Unfortunately, I don’t.” I responded.
My brain is on fire. I can barely process all the things I am thinking. I really don’t have a place we can go…but also I am not going someplace more private with him, because I think I know what he wants, and I am not mentally or physically ready for that. I’ve played with some toys, but he is definitely bigger than all of them, and that thing is not going to be my first.
All right, my escape route…”Do you want to hit the showers?”
Part I
I was heading to the locker room after completing my usual routine. 30 minutes of lifting and 30 minutes of running on the treadmill. It was a work day, around 10pm. The gym has usually quieted down by then and I can get in and get my workout done without much waiting.
I’m 26 and fit. I feel strong, but I am not a big muscular guy and I don’t have a lean runner's body either. I’m 5’10” and about 165 pounds and my abs are defined well enough that you can see them, well, when I am standing and flexing them. I hit the gym three times a week and I’ve been doing it for years.
The locker room was mostly empty, but it still had that ripe, men-after-a-workout smell from the hours before I arrived. That smell is definitely one of the things that helps get me to the gym regularly. I open my locker, in the corner, furthest from the showers. I grabbed my light blue Speedo and towel and headed to the showers. I hold my towel in front, but walk with my ass exposed all the way to the showers. I am not going to wrap my clean towel around my sweaty body, right? I am not cocky, in personality, or size really, but I enjoy a little bit of exhibitionism. The shower room is large, with 10 shower stalls with dividers but no doors or curtains. As I am walking in, there is one guy walking out. He’s kind of a big dude, easily over 6’ with nice chest and belly hair and he’s thick. Not fat at all, just much bigger than me, bigger abs and chest and arms, and well everything. He is in a pair of light trunks that are wet from his rinse off. They would have been loose fitting if they were not clinging to him. Walking past him, I regret not getting here 5 minutes earlier. He looks me firmly in the eye as he goes past, and is gone…
After a quick shower, I squeeze my round ass and 3” softy into my speedo to go do some laps and then hit the steam room. I say squeeze, because I buy my swimwear one size small, since I actually do swim hard in them. They aren’t just for show. In fact, embarrassingly, they really are not for show at all. The smaller size suit squeezes my package just the wrong way and there is much less to see! In the speedo it's just kind of a round lump looking like all I have are balls. It’s a little cool tonight, and that doesn’t help either. Doesn’t matter, off I strut, through the locker room, then the common wet area and to the pool. Thankfully the pool is heated and in I go. I swim 10 laps alone and then catch my breath before heading to the steam room.
It’s still quiet, I haven’t seen anyone since the guy who left the shower. Seems no one is in the sauna or jacuzzi as I go past. I figure I’ll have the steam to myself for my sore muscles and call it a night. As I approach, I can see the steam is running so there is probably someone in there. I open the door and close it quickly. It’s nice and warm in there, and I want to keep it that way. On the left side, I can make out the big guy from the shower. I walk past him and on the middle of the top bench on the back wall. I don’t sit next to him, but our knees are a few feet apart.
I didn’t know what to make of the look he’d given me leaving the shower, but I look over at him and say “Hey.” He says “Hey” back and that's it. So I look away and decide to do some stretching and muscle rubbing as I am warming up.
I really enjoy the recovery after a good workout. Seeing some hard working bodies at the end of it is just a bonus. As I mentioned, I like to be seen, but I like to catch a glimpse too, and I can take all of that home to fuel my imagination. When it comes to being intimate or physical, I am actually kind of shy. I like showing off, and I like looking just as much, which is why I prefer this gym’s showers. At heart though, I am pretty vanilla, really. I’ve only ever dated women and I have more confidence there, but I’ve messed around with guys a few times.
Anyway, back to the steam room. The big guy stretches a little and it catches my attention. He brings his hands down onto his lap and gives a subtle squeeze. I think, okay this is a game I can play. I reach down and give a squeeze too, mostly my nuts because my penis is tucked in pretty tight but I wasn’t going to advertise size with just a pinch. (It is a fair bit smaller now, after the swim, even smaller than what he would have seen if he caught a glimpse when he was leaving the showers.)
So we are both subtly rubbing and tugging a bit and he can clearly see me doing so. Finally I am growing a bit and pressing against my speedo, but still quite safely tucked in. Now that I’m getting a little excited, there is no hiding in a tight, light colored speedo, and I want to pull loose the draw-string to give myself a little room. I am mostly watching his hand and his growing bulge but I look up to his face now and again to see his expression and where he’s looking.
He’s definitely watching me, but whereas I am focused on what’s in his shorts, I feel like he is looking at me, watching him. I look back to his semi-translucent white shorts, and I am really hoping to see more. Maybe we will hit the showers together and put on a bit of a show and I’ll go home and whack myself to oblivion.
He shifts, leaning a little toward me, lifting his right leg and pulling his short-leg up high on his furry, meaty thigh. I am transfixed. I want to look at his face, I somehow feel like he is daring me too. I just can’t look away though, because I know what he’s about to do.
He pulls his shorts up just a little more, and his right hand slips up and under, and pulls out some significant meat. I don’t know if I held my breath, or if I shuddered, or if he could see my heart beating faster in my chest (because he could have), but I know he’s watching me. Now I really can’t take my eyes off of it. It is dim in the steam room, but I can see it is BIG, and cut, and deep red, almost angry looking. Ha!
Now it isn’t the longest one I’ve ever seen in person, but that is a different story. Amusingly, that also occurred in a steam room at a spa. Sorry, I digress. This guy’s dick is big, and it is really attractive. He’s cut, but there’s no visible circ scar, just a subtle change, a slightly lighter red for the top 3 or so inches. The veins are well pronounced but not bulging, the shaft is straight without much taper, very cylindrical and a wide flared mushroom top. His tip looks like more than two of my mushrooms could fit inside of that thing.
Okay. I’ve looked long enough, and I’m pretty sure it will still be there when I look back. I look up at his face again. He’s still just looking at me. His face and eyes aren’t threatening, a flat expression on his mouth, but his look is firm and it somehow holds me in place.
“You want to touch it.” He said.
It wasn’t a question, and it wasn’t a command. While I was trying to figure out what to say, he solved my problem.
“You can touch it. Go ahead. Come over, there’s no one around tonight.”
From where I was sitting, I could have slid over, but it would have been awkward to sit at the corner of the benches and he had pulled it out on his right so I’d be reaching across. It seemed he wasn’t going to move, so I decided to get up and go to his right side. I got up and took a few steps and went to sit down on his right, but stopped me.
He said “Stand. I’ll keep an eye on the door. I can see a shadow across the door if someone is coming”
Okay, I thought, I’ll stand.
Once again he invited, “Touch it.”
I placed my left hand on his thigh. It was dense, and furry, and so fucking manly. That alone got me going, but there was something more on offer. I reached with my right hand and tried to make a ring around his cock near the barely visible circ scar. My thumb and finger didn’t quite meet. It wasn’t a big gap, but I have pretty big hands. This dick is thick. Kind of like the rest of him.
His dick is hot to the touch and the weight and stiffness of it just feels massive. I start to stroke it and really appreciate the strength of it in my hand. He tells me what I am doing feels good and complements my round ass.
He slides off the bench and is standing in front of me, my chest touching the top of his firm, furry stomach. My head is near his neck and armpit and I subtly breathe a little deeper. Oooh, he is so masculine. My hand makes its way back to his cock, he reaches behind and squeezes my ass. That all feels so good but I am a little nervous where this is going and where am I going to draw the line…and when.
He slips his hand into my speedo,fingers straight into my crack, to give my whole cheek a good firm squeeze. It feels so good. He can’t quite reach my hole with how tight the suit is, but he pulls up on the cheek and gives it a good stretch.
“Do you have some place we can go?” He asks.
“Unfortunately, I don’t.” I responded.
My brain is on fire. I can barely process all the things I am thinking. I really don’t have a place we can go…but also I am not going someplace more private with him, because I think I know what he wants, and I am not mentally or physically ready for that. I’ve played with some toys, but he is definitely bigger than all of them, and that thing is not going to be my first.
All right, my escape route…”Do you want to hit the showers?”
