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I was at the Health Club locker room today, and I walked into the steam room and there was this guy in there alone- he uncovers himself and in the opposite corner from me continues to work up a semi- not hiding his gold wedding ring. I gave him a courtesy scratch and readjusted a bit so he knew he'd be fine to indulge if he so desired- but I was on the opposite side of the room and not really motivated to work on a DNA sample.
Maybe 10 minutes later, I went back to the shower room (rows of glass stalls opposite each other) and it turns out we're the only two guys in there- I take the shower directly across from him, and once the temperature was just right I stepped under the stream and turned around to hit my back and legs.
Dude had his door ajar and was soaping his muscular ass- he looked good- and then he turned around to show off the M O N S T E R hanging between his legs. He soaped and stroked, and around a big thick head you could see that there was more skin gathered up that could expand even further on demand. He was really enjoying standing there having another guy just watch him get aroused and bounce his long curved muscle skyward.
I shut off my shower, and stood between the row of showers, just outside the door to his stall, while he just stroked and grinned. That's when I realized that the boy was GIRTHY. No, ridiculously girthy. I walked out of the shower room and around the corner, and the place was dead, so I went back to where I was to towel myself longer. I stood as close to his open shower door as I could without crossing the threshold, and placed my right hand, palm up, outward near my hip.
He came up to it, placed his huge heavy tool in my grasp, and it was like holding a full shampoo bottle. Crazy heavy, long, and stupidly oversized. He slapped it in my hand a couple times to emphasize the weight, and I squeezed it for good luck a couple times and then finger-juggled the twins hanging in the sack. I looked up at him, shook my head and smiled- and he just smiled proudly.
We ended up back at the lockers and he said "nice to meet you buddy" and we shook hands, exchanged some small talk about "BIG TALK"
I told him that it was on the list of the biggest that I've ever seen, and then said "where few have been able to conquer..." and mentioned that I'd be fine to be added to the list. His response... "yeah- lists are good!" In a flash, his jacket was on and he was out the door, with me still stunned about just how BIG that boy was.
Had to be 10x7 EASILY. The length was impressive, but I haven't seen that kind of girth in a long time- and nearly never in combination. Someone taught him well to just chill and enjoy playing well with himself and others.
Maybe 10 minutes later, I went back to the shower room (rows of glass stalls opposite each other) and it turns out we're the only two guys in there- I take the shower directly across from him, and once the temperature was just right I stepped under the stream and turned around to hit my back and legs.
Dude had his door ajar and was soaping his muscular ass- he looked good- and then he turned around to show off the M O N S T E R hanging between his legs. He soaped and stroked, and around a big thick head you could see that there was more skin gathered up that could expand even further on demand. He was really enjoying standing there having another guy just watch him get aroused and bounce his long curved muscle skyward.
I shut off my shower, and stood between the row of showers, just outside the door to his stall, while he just stroked and grinned. That's when I realized that the boy was GIRTHY. No, ridiculously girthy. I walked out of the shower room and around the corner, and the place was dead, so I went back to where I was to towel myself longer. I stood as close to his open shower door as I could without crossing the threshold, and placed my right hand, palm up, outward near my hip.
He came up to it, placed his huge heavy tool in my grasp, and it was like holding a full shampoo bottle. Crazy heavy, long, and stupidly oversized. He slapped it in my hand a couple times to emphasize the weight, and I squeezed it for good luck a couple times and then finger-juggled the twins hanging in the sack. I looked up at him, shook my head and smiled- and he just smiled proudly.
We ended up back at the lockers and he said "nice to meet you buddy" and we shook hands, exchanged some small talk about "BIG TALK"
Had to be 10x7 EASILY. The length was impressive, but I haven't seen that kind of girth in a long time- and nearly never in combination. Someone taught him well to just chill and enjoy playing well with himself and others.
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