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Frosted Glass

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Right, before I begin this is my first attempt at writing gay fiction for the enjoyment of others. Parts of this story are based on the truth, while others are completely fictional. I’m not going to tell you which is which- it’s more fun to keep you guessing. This is only what I have written so far, there will be more to come- should people desire it.

Any feedback, ideas or opinions (good or bad) would be most appreciated.


Frosted Glass​

He stood there, naked, behind the frosted glass.

I joined the gym five months ago, when I first arrived in Cambridge. I had high hopes of gaining some muscle, especially on my arms and upper body. When I first started I was nothing to write home about. I stood 6’1”, weighed about 150lbs with very little definition anywhere on my body. I am regularly told I have a cute face and a killer smile and although I don't usually get the "hottest" guys, I get my fair share of attention.

Five months of hard work later, I had started to notice some definition in my arms, my pectorals and, quite oddly (but, apparently not uncommon,) a super-high sex drive. I would often be horny from the moment I awoke, to the moment I went to bed.

Although I could half see him, a translucent blur; the features of his body were still a mystery to me.

After moving to Cambridge, the initial excitement of being in a new city quickly wore off as I settled into a new routine. I joined the gym on a bit of a whim, not expecting to keep the habit up but, after a few weeks, I was addicted to the rush and the feeling I got after working out. I also, somewhat narcissistically, was enjoying the way my body was changing.

That’s when I met Sam.

His silhouette didn’t give much away. Was I imagining things, or could I hear his erratic breathing over the sound of the shower?
 
I’d been working out hard that particular day and I’d pushed myself to the limit. By the time I’d finished my final set, I could hardly walk myself to the changing room. I sat on the bench, too weak to even contemplate getting changed into my swimwear. But, after much time spent trying to motivate myself, I put on my swimming shorts and headed for the pool area.

The pool was busy that day, so I decided to head to the sauna instead. When I opened the door, the wall of heat rushed over my body like a fiery blanket and I found I it was completely empty, which suited me fine. I closed the door and half sank, half collapsed into the corner, the hot, wooden wall burning my back for a second before becoming comfortable. I was exhausted and found it difficult to hold my head up so I let it fall into my chest and sat there, absorbing the heat and watching beads of sweat form on my body.

I didn’t look up when the door opened. I heard someone take a seat in the other corner of the sauna. By the way he exhaled, I could tell it was a guy but I was concentrating too much on my aches to pay any attention to exactly what type of guy it was.

The door opened again and a third person joined us- I looked up to see an overweight woman blocking my view to the guy in the other corner.

My head flopped down again for what felt like ages, the heat really getting to me now. I could feel my body shaking, my vision doubling and a huge pool of sweat forming on the bench beneath me. With only one thought in my mind, ignorant of anything going on around me, I headed for a cold shower.

The water hit me like a thousand frozen darts, I had to fight to catch my breath as it pricked into my back and ran down my legs. I could feel my hands slowly numbing and the water began to feel good as it pounded on my rock hard abs.
 
Jobbio:
I agree with the the others. Your snippets invite and intrigue. Your first post, a mind pondering independently of the rest of the activity going on. Very intriguing.

Then this post - working himself senseless,forcing himself to continue into a numbing oblivion. (I should have his self-forced determination!). What's going to happen, next? Is someone going to appear and help bring him back to his senses - perhaps into ecstasy? It's way too early to be able to tell where we're headed, but we may enjoy the trip.

You might want to consider beefing up your installments, a bit. It's difficult to develop the story line very much in vignettes as brief as these -- but they do draw us into them, so, who am I to criticize!

Thanks for your time and efforts to entertain and titilate us.
 
Thanks for your feedback- I'm very much working on building up the suspense at the moment.

There's much more to come (pun intended) and I will take on your advice about making the installments longer. I don't, however, want to give it all away at once. Maybe it's just me, but the initial mystery makes the actual "meat" of the story more enjoyable. I don't want to have a story where two guys meet, fuck and cum within the space of two paragraphs. Like with porn, I find the initial part of the guys kissing often as (sometimes more) titilating and erotic as the actual fucking. I can't stand porn that you put on and it goes straight to the fucking. It's all about the build-up, people after a quick fuck story will have to look elsewhere.
 
Jobbio:
I agree wholeheartedly. I like Zack & Jay as a benchmark -- although Kevin's chapter's are perhaps a bit too long --

Trey's Hockey Injury actually has a nice length to it - a comfortable 5 minute or so read. Nothing too taxing, but enough length to hold you, and provide for more character and plot development.

Tantiboh has a very good writing style, too -- good plot development, but Abi's sexploits might fall into a little too fast into the sack genera for your tastes. Look at the size of his installments - they're very comfortable reads.

Keep the material coming.
 
Thanks for the advice. I've had a look at the ones you mentioned and have got more of an idea of the length.

The length of the first two parts have been a combination of lack of time to write due to my job (I, also, only write when I feel like it/have the inspiration to do so) and the ever-hideous ADD that I'm unfortunate to have been blessed with! I'm on holiday this week so it will mean lots of visits to the gym; my inspiration for this story and more time to write. I'll try and do the next, longer, installment this evening.
 
I think you'll do fine. You've got talent. Your muse will help keep your ADD in check as you dig in deeper.
Good luck at the gym. I should be joining you -- for the workout, if nothing else!
 
A little longer this time, as promised.

Part 3
Just as I’d sat down, the door opened again and I the woman said “You’re back then?”

“Yeah, the steam room isn’t working,” replied a man’s voice.

I looked up and had to double-take. He had, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful bodies I had ever seen. He was sitting on the very edge of the bench, looking like he was still acclimatising his body to the heat of the wood. His body looked as though it had been hand carved from honey-coloured marble. Every single muscle was cut to perfection; I could literally have laid a finger in between each of his abs. His engorged pectoral muscles glistened with sweat making him look even more like the granite engraved god I had first witnessed. He was wearing a small pair of red speedo style swimming trunks, which, on anyone else, I would have wished they covered up, but, on him, they framed his perfect thighs and ass. The V shape made by his lower abs formed an arrow which only served to keep drawing my eyes towards the bulge in his trunks- and what a bulge it was.

Even sitting down, I could make out the outline of an undoubtedly huge penis which was barely covered by the thin material of his choice of trunks. Whereas most guys in that type of trunk let their dick flop down and rest on their balls, his was pushed to the left- the head tantalisingly resting on his hip. Even soft, which I assume it was, it must have been a good 6 or 7 inches long- not too thick, but fucking long. I had to pull my leg up into my line of sight to stop myself from staring which I, thankfully, don’t think he’d noticed. Within these five seconds I had taken in all of this Adonis’ body and implanted it in my mind. If somebody gave me a pencil (and some artistic talent) right now, I could quite easily draw it from memory.

I went back to staring at the dull blank wall in front of me, only then noticing the first signs of stirring in my own swimwear. I began making a mental list in my head of all the things I needed to do when I got home, competing with the relentless urge to have another look. What was I going to have for dinner? Did I need to do any work? Have I got any laundry to do? How big is that thing hard? NO! It was impossible not to think about it.

I noticed the overweight woman stand up and leave and I suddenly felt nervous as the door clicked closed behind her. I still didn’t look over again at the guy sitting less than two metres away from me. I often thought how odd Saunas could be, you can be so close to someone, wearing so little yet, most of the time you pretend they don’t exist. Only, I couldn’t pretend this guy didn’t exist- he was all too real. The images of his body were burned into my mind, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was then I realised, completely distracted by his body, that I hadn’t even stopped to look at his face.

Keeping my eyes at head height, determined not to let them stray, I glanced to my right to satiate my intrigue. Like his body his face was chiselled and smooth; it was a face that looked as though every line, every curve and minute detail had been placed there by a master craftsman intent on making his first priceless piece of art. It was a face that was neither handsome or ugly; it was a face that, like a model, was made to be looked at, to be noticed and admired. It was a face that…It was a face that I had seen somewhere before. But where?

His glance caught mine and he smiled nervously.

“Nick?” he asked cautiously.

It was then I realised who he was.

As I mentioned previously in the story, I’d moved to the city five months prior to this and, not knowing anyone, or having any idea of the gay scene here I’d signed up to a gay personals website in the hope of making some like-minded friends. Although the three girls I shared a house with were cool, they were reluctant to come with me to any gay places as they “wouldn’t find any guys.”

From this site I’d struck up conversations with various guys, some who I clicked with more than others. The guy in front of my now was Sam, we’d spoken briefly on MSN a couple of times and had found out we went to the same gym but we’d never got as far arranging a meeting. For some reason I was dubious about meeting him, I suppose it was because the only pictures he would ever send were from 3 years’ previous and, usually, when guys do that- the photos are of them during their “hot” days when they had more hair and less belly.

Obviously, not this guy.

“Sam!” I replied.

“I wondered when our paths would finally cross,” he said with a smile.

“Yeah, me too. Well, now they have, how are you?”

“Good thanks, just decided to come for a swim tonight. The pool’s too busy though and, once again, the fucking steam room is broken.”

“Yeah, I heard you say.” I replied

“Have you been listening in on my conversation?” He enquired with a laugh.

“How could I not when you were literally shouting it into my ear?” I retorted; looking around at the cramped sauna we were sitting in.

He laughed at my cheekiness and leant back against the wall, his abs looking like they were about to burst through his skin.

He stood up and I gladly took in the full glory of his body again. He turned to me and blatantly caught me checking him out this time.

“The pool’s free” he said as he opened the door. “Well, it was nice to finally meet you, Nick. I’m sure we’ll see each other around again- I’ll be here tomorrow night, same time, it would be good to see you and perhaps we could grab a drink after?”

Shit, I couldn’t make it!

“Sorry buddy,” I said absolutely pathetically, “I’ve got meetings after work tomorrow.”

“Ok then. Some other time.”

And with that, the door clicked shut behind him. As I exhaled I let out a whispered “Fuck.” I still don’t know if it was a “fuck that guy is amazingly hot,” or “fuck, I just passed up a date with the guy that is amazingly hot.”

I sat in the sauna for a few more minutes. Every time I blinked part of his body came flashing into my mind. I looked at the timer on the wall, I’d been in there for a lot longer than I wanted to be so decided it was time to leave.

I stood up and had to put one hand on the wall to stop myself from falling over with head rush. I was seeing stars for a few seconds too- I'd only stayed in there to make conversation with the hottie, whilst he was there the temperature was irrelevant but now he was gone; I was all to aware of what it had done to me. I stopped to fill up my bottle at the water fountain and drank long and quick, I could feel the cold water trickling down my throat, into my stomach. Then, I grabbed my towel and locker key and headed for the changing room to shower.
 
Jobbio:
Skittles is right -- nice length for a chapter. We get some scene and character development, a teaser to keep us cumming back for more, but enough of a read to keep us satisfied while we wait for you to give us the next installment -- and a VERY NICE installment it was!
 
I agree! The perfect length for a chapter. However, I really like the way you teased us at the beginning.
 
I'm really not happy with this part but didn't want to keep you all waiting, particularly as I'm back at work next week and don't know when I'll have time to write again.

I've also taken my profile off private so please feel free to drop me a message. I hope you enjoy it. I'll try and make part 5 a little better.

Part 4
I hung my towel on the hook, closed the blue curtain and placed my key on top of the shower gel dispenser. After removing my swimming shorts and hanging them over the front of my cubicle I twisted the shower on and played with the temperature until it was somewhere in between being warm and cold. For a few moments I did nothing, I stood there letting the water wash over my body while I admired the way my body was slowly, but surely, toning up.

Thinking of my own body, my mind instantly switched back to Sam and the vision of him in the sauna. Now alone, I realised just how much I wanted him, how much I wanted to tear of those red trunks and hungrily devour his undoubtedly large cock.

I turned the temperature on the shower up a little so it was now hot. I put my head under and let the water flow over my hair, my face and down my back. I pressed the button on the shower gel dispenser and the mint fragranced, bright-blue liquid fell into my hand. I soaped up my hair and body, enjoying the feeling of my hard muscles as my hands slid over them. My shoulders were still aching so I massaged them rigorously, trying to alleviate any pain that may occur the next day.

I went back to the dispenser for some more shower gel. I washed down my back and thighs before sliding my hand in between my small-yet-firm butt cheeks and massaging them too. They weren’t aching; it just felt good. I stood there a moment longer letting the now hot water wash the soap from my body. I looked down and smiled to myself; I looked good. I looked up towards the ceiling to wash the remaining lather out of my hair and, just as I did so, I noticed a hand placing a small pair of red swimming trunks on the divide between my shower cubicle and the one to my right.

It was him. He stood there, naked, behind the frosted glass that divided our two showers. Although I could half see him through the translucent blur, the features of his body were still a mystery to me. Had he chosen that shower on purpose? After all, he may have seen my own swimming shorts and towel from outside?

“No, Nick” I thought to myself, “you’re being stupid. He probably just chose that one because it was the closest to the door.”

But still I wondered.

With my shower still running, I tried to make it look like I was still washing myself down. He didn’t know how long I’d been in there and he didn’t know how long I might take showering. I heard something drop in his cubicle, it sounded like a plastic bottle. As he bent down to pick it up his butt grazed the frosted glass and, for a split second, I could once again make out an actual feature of his body. He was no longer a blur in the next cubicle, he was the all-too-real guy from the sauna.

I was just about to turn the shower off and leave but, without realising, the fantasy of the moment had taken over and I was rock hard. There was no way I could go back into the changing room like that- I would just have to stay and ride it out. I turned the shower back to cold in the hope that it would help, but the intensity of the water served only to make me even harder than before and it was starting to ache. I’d never masturbated at the gym before, but it was looking like it might be the only option.

As I stood there wondering what to do, I thought heard another noise coming from Sam’s cubicle. I looked toward the frosted wall his silhouette didn’t give much away. Was I imagining things, or could I hear his erratic breathing over the sound of the shower? What I would have given to be Clark Kent at that moment. I turned my shower off completely in the hopes of being able to hear better and could make out the definite sounds of rapid, shallow breathing.

What happened next is a memory that will stay with me forever.

From nowhere, a full butt was resting on the glass. Even squashed up against the turquoise glass, you could still identify it as one of the most magnificent bums you had ever seen. That wasn’t all, something about the way it moved told another story; although it wasn’t a huge movement it gave a huge amount away. The more I stared intently at it, I noticed that it was ever so slightly rolling up and down on the glass and, as time went on, (a few minutes or so) the movements began to get bigger and longer.

I was mesmerised, so many thoughts were running through my head- I was hypnotised by that full, rock hard ass separated from me by only a thin sheet of glass. I was sure, that if I reached out to touch it, I could have felt the heat of his butt through the translucent material. But I didn’t want that, I wanted the real thing. I wanted to grab his butt; squeezing it and pulling it so his cock slid deep into my mouth. I wanted to split those cheeks thrust my tongue towards his smooth asshole, penetrating as much as I could. Absently, my left hand was now stroking my cock, I didn’t mean to start but now I had, I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop.

All of a sudden, the ass that has become my fantasy plaything moved away from the glass and I was left, once again, looking at nothing besides the azure blur and the hardly visible man behind it. Within seconds, a hand had appeared on the glass its thumb pointing upwards as if asking me if I’d liked what I saw. I responded in an identical way.

Less than a second later, he was pressed back up against the glass. Not his butt this time, or his hand- this was full frontal. His pecs, the tip of each ab and his full, hard cock were pushed so firmly against the glass that I thought he was going to break through it. Just as I’d imagined, his cock, standing at about 10 inches, looked spectacular.

He pushed his cock towards the glass, it slid up and down in a slow rhythm squeaking slightly as it moved. I put my hand out to touch his cock and as I did the momentum increased. He was now thrusting so hard that the glass was rattling in its brackets, I seriously thought he was going to break it down. Without actually touching it, I could tell he was hard as an anvil and the way his whole body now plunged against the glass; I could tell he was enjoying it.

I put my own ass onto the glass and, looking back over my shoulder, I could now see his cock pressing hard against where my eager hole was waiting for him. This went on for a few moments and over the sound of his shower I heard him whisper; “turn around.”

I did as commanded, and moved my own throbbing cock level to his on the glass. As my hard prick touched the cold glass, I flinched back a little and drew in a sharp intake of breath. Placing my cock against the glass we were now grinding at each other as if it wasn’t there. I put my hands up slightly to the side of, and a little above my head and rested my forehead on the glass. He did exactly the same, our bodies the mirror image of each other, aching and wishing for the glass to disappear. I could hear is breathing, I’m sure he could hear mine. I was scared that we’d get caught, but I didn’t quite care.

Despite not actually touching him, this was the horniest I’d ever been in my life. My cock had never looked bigger or felt harder- I knew that when I came the load would be huge.

Still we continued rubbing ourselves against the frosted glass, he was now pounding so hard I was sure that it was only the weight of my body on the other side that was stopping him from knocking the screen from its fittings. The strokes, which has started off long and slow, were now rapid and quick; his beautiful penis slamming against what should have been my body. His breathing shallow and harsh, he pulled away as I carried on pounding the divide. I was close and I could see his hand beating his prick, he was moving so fast I knew he was about to cum.

Once again I heard skin slapping against skin, the breathing was now a soft moaning and then I saw; 1…2…3…4 shots of hot, white spunk splat against the screen, only to be washed away, a second later, by the water from his shower. I stood there, beating off my own dick, forcing myself over the edge. As I did so, I heard his shower turn off, I saw the red trunks being removed and when I looked back through the glass…he was gone.
 
Fantastic! I generally avoid gyms with those annoying dividers, but maybe I'll give one another try. :)

Seriously, great job.
 
Jobbio,
You're definitely becoming an Artiste! There was nothing wrong with that chapter - a typo or two, perhaps -- but nothing the removal of a pane of glass wouldn't have solved!

I told you your muse would help you control your ADD, and it looks like it's done a FINE Job.

It was fun chatting the other night, even with me not being used to multiple threaded IM's at the same time. It sounded like you'd had a good time in the ol' town that night!

I look forward to future installments of the Gym!
:=D: :wave:
 
Thank you all for your comments so far, I'm glad you're enjoying it so keep them coming.

I think this might be the last part of this particular story as I'm not sure where to go next with it. Well, I am sure- it's obvious that Sam and Nick fuck but I think it may spoil the mystery of it if they do and I think it may best be left here. If I have inspiration enough to continue it, I definitely will- please let me know what you think!

Part 5
What the fuck was I going to do? There was no way I could go back into the changing room sporting the steel rod of an erection that I currently had. There were too many people about and I couldn’t face the embarrassment of them seeing my engorged dick poking through the thin, white towel that was hanging on the hook outside of my cubicle.

There was only one thing for it.

A gripped the base of my cock in my left hand and guided the head so it slapped against my right hand in order to increase its sensitivity. Lubricating my hand with some of the mint shower gel (which also made my dick tingle) I began running my left hand from the base of my prick, slowly to the tip where I twisted my hand and running it slowly back down. I started of slowly to make sure all of my dick got some attention.

I put my right hand flat against the back wall and, putting all my weight on my toes and arm, I continued to slowly beat of my thick, hard penis.

As I was doing this, I closed my eyes and thought back to the images from a few moments earlier that had made me this hard. The six foot Adonis, dripping with sweat in the sauna…His spherical ass cheeks pressing against the frosted glass…His mighty penis, squeaking as it slid up and down the glass, trying to break through and guide itself in between my own firm cheeks.

Moving my weight back onto my feet, I bought my right hand around behind me and slid my thumb into my willing asshole. It felt good, but I knew what I’d rather have up there. Bending my knees slightly I moved my arm around until I was able to massage my inflated prostate gland. Purposely speeding up, I could already feel and intense orgasm building. My left hand moved quicker, my thumb dug further into my ass, the mint shower gel was making it feel fucking amazing. I was panting. Almost moaning. I had to cum. I needed to release…

I turned and came on the exact same spot as Sam had; only on the other side of the glass. Five hard spurts were quickly washed away by the water and I’d just experienced one of the horniest orgasms of my life. I stood for a moment in the shower, taking care to wash myself down- I had to be careful as my cock was still overly sensitive to the touch. I turned the water off and stood there relaxing for a few moments as I waited for my raging hardon to decease.

Five minutes, or so, later I’d pulled back the blue curtain and was walking into the main area of the changing room. As I opened my locker, a familiar face brushed passed me, it was him. I turned to look at him and, as our eyes met, he winked at me, smiled and was gone.

I spent the next five minutes drying myself down, taking care not to let anyone else in the changing room notice my still semi erect dick. It was still so sensitive from the intensity of my earlier orgasm that every time the towel rubbed over the head, my cock involuntarily sprang back up again.

I finished drying, pulled on my clothes and left for home. I thought that would be the end of it for a while, I’d been going to the gym for months and that was the first time I’d seen him- who knew when our paths would cross again?

I got home and dumped my gym gear in the hallway and climbed the stairs to my room. I flipped open my macbook and pushed the power on before heading to the toilet to drain away the fluid I’d consumed at the gym.

As I arrived back in my room my msn messenger icon was bouncing up and down to say I’d received a message.

I clicked on it.

Then window opened.

It was Sam…
 
Jobbio,
It was a good installment, but perhaps a bit anti-climactic after the first half of the shower scene. I think you're selling yourself short.
Take your time and develop their relationship. There's nothing wrong, and everything right, about them taking it to the next level.

Let your mind wander and take you to the fantasies in your spirit. You've already demonstrated a great potential.

My vote is don't give up now. If you're a bit busy right now, play with it as time provides. The story will keep, as will we. Take out your report building notes from high school and university - Outline steps you want the characters to go thru in their relationship interactions and character development, then flesh out draft forms bit by bit -- leave the outline markers for now to remind you where you are in your development.

When you have the drafting done, re-read it for cohesiveness, development, HOTness (Well, it Is porn, after all!), and whether it does what you want it to.
 
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