Carolyn wanted to visit the spa and Tim agreed to it. He just didn't know that the wet area was a separate space: one for men, another for women, and furthermore one where customers are expected to be completely naked.
"You'll be alright", she told him and gave him a kiss, amused by his irrational insecurity. He's got a lean body but he's such a WASP.
Tim undresses in the locker room area but he clings to his own towel, despite the rules. The wet area is not that big: a whirlpool, another small pool with cold water, several shower heads and the steam room. That's where he's supposed to go. He's relieved when he is undressing because it looks like he's by himself. As he takes a shower, he hears the door from the steam room opening and a skinny guy with the longest cock says "OK. I'll see you later, man" to someone else inside. This guy starts showering too and Tim is definitely aware of how average his dick is. He can't help himself, unable to remember that he has more defined biceps and a nice bubble butt that Carolyn loves to rim.
He wraps himself with the towel leaving this guy behind and heads towards the steam room.
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The steam swirls thicker around Tim as the door seals shut. The heat presses in immediately, making the towel feel heavy and damp against his skin. He's painfully aware of the situation when he notices the other guy inside: a tattooed man, legs spread wide, with a thick pink cock resting heavy against one thigh while his low balls hang loose in the humid air. His shaved head tilts slightly, eyes narrowing with quiet interest as he watches Tim stand there clutching the towel.
"Rules are rules," he says again, voice low and steady, almost amused. "Nobody's gonna rat you out, but if you're gonna sit in here you gotta drop it."
He shifts his hips once, slow. The movement makes his heavy balls sway and his thick cock roll slightly against his leg. A fresh bead of sweat slides down the center of his tattooed abs, catching in the trimmed patch of hair just above his dick. The man does not bother wiping it away. Instead he leans back against the wall, arms stretching along the back of the bench, which only opens his stance even more.
On his torso, a bald eagle with wings spread wide covers his pecs, the feathers so detailed they seem to move with each breath. His biceps, thick and defined, bear military insignia, clearly showing his marine corps past. His abs, perfectly defined under a thin layer of sweat, are adorned with a series of geometric tattoos that form a pattern extending from his chest down to just above his pubis.
It's in that area where the tattoos become more personal and meaningful. Near his pubic line, there's a snake wrapped around an anchor, with the snake's head pointing downward. The black ink contrasts sharply with the definition of his lower abs. There is a contrast between the darkness of the ink and the clarity of his physical definition.
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"Name's Vince," he adds after a beat, like it's an afterthought. His gaze drops pointedly to the knot of the towel at Tim's waist, then back up. "You look like you're about two seconds from bolting. Relax. It's just skin. Ain't nothing I haven't seen before."
The steam room feels smaller now, the air hotter, thicker. Vince's low voice seems to fill the space. He waits, watching Tim's hands on the towel, the way his chest rises and falls a little faster. That thick pink cock twitches again, heavier this time, starting to thicken just enough to lift away from his thigh.
Vince's mouth curves into a half-smirk.
"You gonna sit down, or you gonna stand there holding that towel like it's gonna save you?"
He leaves the question hanging in the humid air, eyes locked on Tim, waiting to see what he does next. The bench is in the shape of an L and Vince is seated on the shorter side. The warm lights seem to be spotlights. Unaware of this, Tim sits right under the other light, on the longer side of the bench.
"I didn't know", he says opening his towel.
"You don't want your towel soaking wet, that's why they give you these small ones to sit on", Vince says lifting half of his body to show the small towel he's sitting on.
"Got it", says Tim and he looks down at the floor. He leans forward and his hands rest close to his dick as if he needs to hide it. He quickly changes his mind and puts his hands on top of his knees. He looks sideways to see if Vince has noticed his clumsy movements, but he hasn't. His eyes are closed. Taking the heat in. Now one of his legs goes above the bench and his elbow rests there. Those huge balls. Again.
Tim is not thrilled about the fact that there was definitely some movement in his own cock. Has it grown? It must be the heat, he says to himself.
"Did you come by yourself?", Vince asks, startling Tim.
"No. With my fiancé… we're planning to visit one of these places during our honeymoon, so this is my initiation", he says.
Vince chuckles. "Are you going to a nudist place?"
"No, no… I don't think so", says Tim.
"You should try one. It is liberating. You realize we all have bodies, and we shouldn't be ashamed of them".
"You seem comfortable", Tim says, regretting the sound of his voice. He feels like a small child caught by the team's captain.
"Got that from the army", Vince says. "And I realized that I like being naked A LOT. But you know it's hard to do this everywhere, especially if you live surrounded by other apartments… sometimes I don't care if they see me or not…I don't care if they even see me fucking, you know?"
Tim just smiles and nods. His dick is getting bigger. Has Vince noticed…?
"Don't worry, man. It happens. It's the heat. No shame among us, guys"
Fuck. He's noticed.
"Mine also gets a little thicker in here. It also happened to my friend Simon. You probably saw him…hung like a horse".
"I did", Tim says. Does this mean he's acknowledging he noticed Simon's big dick?
"That motherfucker sure loves pussy, and the chicks dig his meat, you know?"
Why is he saying all of this?
"We've shared some ass before, that's why we have no secrets between us. Once you've seen your boy at full mast, you're both best buds for life", he says laughing.
Fuck. This man's so hot and charming. He stands up and sits right next to Tim now sharing more details about that wild night in which Simon and he fucked this Canadian girl who had a thing for military. Now that Vince is closer, Tim notices that he smells a little like rum. He's probably somewhat drunk from last night and that's why he's so chatty. He's talking about this girl's tits and pussy. She wanted Simon inside of her pussy and Vince inside her ass.
"It was wild, man.. and we didn't even care that our balls were touching. She was so fucking crazy. Fuck. I'm getting hard thinking about it…. sorry, man. TMI!", he stops when he notices Tim's hard-on. The tip is full of precum, glistening under these lights.
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Tim is mortified and desperately trying to look away. Vince puts his arm around him to comfort him:
"Dude. Relax. It's normal. I told you I was also getting horny. I got a stiffy too now, see?"
Tim notices how Vince's cock grows. They're so close now. The heat from his body is more powerful than the steam.
"And you have a nice one", Vince says, casually grabbing it and letting it go.
Tim leaks even more.
"Dude. You're really horny. I'm quite a storyteller, aren't I?"
Tim remains silent. He knows he should stand up, take a shower, grab a drink, find his girlfriend and forget about this, but he doesn't move.
"You know what? I'm gonna step outside and check that nobody comes in case you want to rub one out", Vince says. Tim sees his nice ass and the tattoos on his back. Fuck. This man's so masculine.
"W...wait"
"What?"
"Do people do… that… here?"
"Sometimes, you know…especially when you find open-minded buddies", he says turning and coming closer while caressing his own foreskin slowly.
"Fuck", Tim says and starts doing the same.
Vince is towering over Tim. His chest now moving closer to Tim's face. He opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue and quickly licks one of Vince's nipples. It tastes like sweat, rum and…like a real man.
They lock eyes. Aware of the thrill and the possibility of being caught. Tim's free hand caresses that powerful chest, those sweaty abs, those pubes, and then moves on towards that hard ass. Vince lets go his cock and grabs Tim's own, kneels down and licks some of the precum that's still there. Tim's shaking and loving the sight of this cocky man sucking him off with hunger, with freedom. He's about to shoot his load but he pulls away. He needs to do something first. Vince stands straight up again, wondering.
"Put your leg up here", says Tim and proceeds to lick Vince's pink big balls putting them inside his mouth, he then licks his taint as Vince jerks rapidly.
Voices in the distance. More customers maybe?
"Let's do this", says Vince and straddles Tim. They're face to face. Cock to cock. Each jerking their own shaft. Tim loves to feel the sweat of Vince's thighs on top of him. He grabs his ass again. Vince leads his hand closer to his hole. Tim teases his hole, and Vince starts shooting his cum on Tim's chest, running down towards his belly. This drives him wild and he cums all over Vince's cock and pubes.
"That was insane, my man", Vince says and immediately heads towards the showers.
Tim is collecting his thoughts while sitting in his soaking wet towel. This was definitely not what he expected out of the wet area.
"You'll be alright", she told him and gave him a kiss, amused by his irrational insecurity. He's got a lean body but he's such a WASP.
Tim undresses in the locker room area but he clings to his own towel, despite the rules. The wet area is not that big: a whirlpool, another small pool with cold water, several shower heads and the steam room. That's where he's supposed to go. He's relieved when he is undressing because it looks like he's by himself. As he takes a shower, he hears the door from the steam room opening and a skinny guy with the longest cock says "OK. I'll see you later, man" to someone else inside. This guy starts showering too and Tim is definitely aware of how average his dick is. He can't help himself, unable to remember that he has more defined biceps and a nice bubble butt that Carolyn loves to rim.
He wraps himself with the towel leaving this guy behind and heads towards the steam room.
The steam swirls thicker around Tim as the door seals shut. The heat presses in immediately, making the towel feel heavy and damp against his skin. He's painfully aware of the situation when he notices the other guy inside: a tattooed man, legs spread wide, with a thick pink cock resting heavy against one thigh while his low balls hang loose in the humid air. His shaved head tilts slightly, eyes narrowing with quiet interest as he watches Tim stand there clutching the towel.
"Rules are rules," he says again, voice low and steady, almost amused. "Nobody's gonna rat you out, but if you're gonna sit in here you gotta drop it."
He shifts his hips once, slow. The movement makes his heavy balls sway and his thick cock roll slightly against his leg. A fresh bead of sweat slides down the center of his tattooed abs, catching in the trimmed patch of hair just above his dick. The man does not bother wiping it away. Instead he leans back against the wall, arms stretching along the back of the bench, which only opens his stance even more.
On his torso, a bald eagle with wings spread wide covers his pecs, the feathers so detailed they seem to move with each breath. His biceps, thick and defined, bear military insignia, clearly showing his marine corps past. His abs, perfectly defined under a thin layer of sweat, are adorned with a series of geometric tattoos that form a pattern extending from his chest down to just above his pubis.
It's in that area where the tattoos become more personal and meaningful. Near his pubic line, there's a snake wrapped around an anchor, with the snake's head pointing downward. The black ink contrasts sharply with the definition of his lower abs. There is a contrast between the darkness of the ink and the clarity of his physical definition.
"Name's Vince," he adds after a beat, like it's an afterthought. His gaze drops pointedly to the knot of the towel at Tim's waist, then back up. "You look like you're about two seconds from bolting. Relax. It's just skin. Ain't nothing I haven't seen before."
The steam room feels smaller now, the air hotter, thicker. Vince's low voice seems to fill the space. He waits, watching Tim's hands on the towel, the way his chest rises and falls a little faster. That thick pink cock twitches again, heavier this time, starting to thicken just enough to lift away from his thigh.
Vince's mouth curves into a half-smirk.
"You gonna sit down, or you gonna stand there holding that towel like it's gonna save you?"
He leaves the question hanging in the humid air, eyes locked on Tim, waiting to see what he does next. The bench is in the shape of an L and Vince is seated on the shorter side. The warm lights seem to be spotlights. Unaware of this, Tim sits right under the other light, on the longer side of the bench.
"I didn't know", he says opening his towel.
"You don't want your towel soaking wet, that's why they give you these small ones to sit on", Vince says lifting half of his body to show the small towel he's sitting on.
"Got it", says Tim and he looks down at the floor. He leans forward and his hands rest close to his dick as if he needs to hide it. He quickly changes his mind and puts his hands on top of his knees. He looks sideways to see if Vince has noticed his clumsy movements, but he hasn't. His eyes are closed. Taking the heat in. Now one of his legs goes above the bench and his elbow rests there. Those huge balls. Again.
Tim is not thrilled about the fact that there was definitely some movement in his own cock. Has it grown? It must be the heat, he says to himself.
"Did you come by yourself?", Vince asks, startling Tim.
"No. With my fiancé… we're planning to visit one of these places during our honeymoon, so this is my initiation", he says.
Vince chuckles. "Are you going to a nudist place?"
"No, no… I don't think so", says Tim.
"You should try one. It is liberating. You realize we all have bodies, and we shouldn't be ashamed of them".
"You seem comfortable", Tim says, regretting the sound of his voice. He feels like a small child caught by the team's captain.
"Got that from the army", Vince says. "And I realized that I like being naked A LOT. But you know it's hard to do this everywhere, especially if you live surrounded by other apartments… sometimes I don't care if they see me or not…I don't care if they even see me fucking, you know?"
Tim just smiles and nods. His dick is getting bigger. Has Vince noticed…?
"Don't worry, man. It happens. It's the heat. No shame among us, guys"
Fuck. He's noticed.
"Mine also gets a little thicker in here. It also happened to my friend Simon. You probably saw him…hung like a horse".
"I did", Tim says. Does this mean he's acknowledging he noticed Simon's big dick?
"That motherfucker sure loves pussy, and the chicks dig his meat, you know?"
Why is he saying all of this?
"We've shared some ass before, that's why we have no secrets between us. Once you've seen your boy at full mast, you're both best buds for life", he says laughing.
Fuck. This man's so hot and charming. He stands up and sits right next to Tim now sharing more details about that wild night in which Simon and he fucked this Canadian girl who had a thing for military. Now that Vince is closer, Tim notices that he smells a little like rum. He's probably somewhat drunk from last night and that's why he's so chatty. He's talking about this girl's tits and pussy. She wanted Simon inside of her pussy and Vince inside her ass.
"It was wild, man.. and we didn't even care that our balls were touching. She was so fucking crazy. Fuck. I'm getting hard thinking about it…. sorry, man. TMI!", he stops when he notices Tim's hard-on. The tip is full of precum, glistening under these lights.
Tim is mortified and desperately trying to look away. Vince puts his arm around him to comfort him:
"Dude. Relax. It's normal. I told you I was also getting horny. I got a stiffy too now, see?"
Tim notices how Vince's cock grows. They're so close now. The heat from his body is more powerful than the steam.
"And you have a nice one", Vince says, casually grabbing it and letting it go.
Tim leaks even more.
"Dude. You're really horny. I'm quite a storyteller, aren't I?"
Tim remains silent. He knows he should stand up, take a shower, grab a drink, find his girlfriend and forget about this, but he doesn't move.
"You know what? I'm gonna step outside and check that nobody comes in case you want to rub one out", Vince says. Tim sees his nice ass and the tattoos on his back. Fuck. This man's so masculine.
"W...wait"
"What?"
"Do people do… that… here?"
"Sometimes, you know…especially when you find open-minded buddies", he says turning and coming closer while caressing his own foreskin slowly.
"Fuck", Tim says and starts doing the same.
Vince is towering over Tim. His chest now moving closer to Tim's face. He opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue and quickly licks one of Vince's nipples. It tastes like sweat, rum and…like a real man.
They lock eyes. Aware of the thrill and the possibility of being caught. Tim's free hand caresses that powerful chest, those sweaty abs, those pubes, and then moves on towards that hard ass. Vince lets go his cock and grabs Tim's own, kneels down and licks some of the precum that's still there. Tim's shaking and loving the sight of this cocky man sucking him off with hunger, with freedom. He's about to shoot his load but he pulls away. He needs to do something first. Vince stands straight up again, wondering.
"Put your leg up here", says Tim and proceeds to lick Vince's pink big balls putting them inside his mouth, he then licks his taint as Vince jerks rapidly.
Voices in the distance. More customers maybe?
"Let's do this", says Vince and straddles Tim. They're face to face. Cock to cock. Each jerking their own shaft. Tim loves to feel the sweat of Vince's thighs on top of him. He grabs his ass again. Vince leads his hand closer to his hole. Tim teases his hole, and Vince starts shooting his cum on Tim's chest, running down towards his belly. This drives him wild and he cums all over Vince's cock and pubes.
"That was insane, my man", Vince says and immediately heads towards the showers.
Tim is collecting his thoughts while sitting in his soaking wet towel. This was definitely not what he expected out of the wet area.
