My parents had already been out of town for four days of their vacation. I was sitting at home in front of the TV on a Thursday, already out of school. I’d planned my schedule at University well enough that I got off at noon every second day. With nothing too special on TV, I decided that I might hit the gym, it had been awhile, and if I was going to even come close to making the swim team again I need to shape up before the spring semester. I grabbed my bags, hopped into my car, and pulled out of our driveway.
I lived in Tralley, a little suburb in Portland, Oregon. It was a pretty barren place for Oregon, all very flat and arid. There were some beautiful spots in town, Paradise Canyon being one of them. It was an all inclusive golf resort with a restaurant and gym that we went to quite a bit. My dad had gotten a membership for the golf, but told me I could use his card anytime to access the gym. Though it was pretty far removed from the rest of town, it was a benefit because nobody ever went during the off-season; there were plenty of machines, 24 hour access with a card, and locker-rooms worthy of the upper class residents of Tralley.
I sped down the long winding road into the coulee towards Paradise. It was February, but the temperature was pretty average. I usually changed before I went to the gym, but figured that if I had the place to myself, leaving my clothes in an unlocked locker wouldn’t be too huge of a risk. I pulled up and walked briskly into the building. Inside it was decorated like a home in Texas, which I never really understood. The restaurant was closed already, at 2:00 in the afternoon, which I hardly understood. Probably being the off-season, they were only open for brunch. I was startled a bit as I passed the front desk to be greeted by a clerk there
Hello.
Oh shit, hey. Sorry I didn’t think anyone would be around.
Yeah they just changed the hours for the gym, so I have to stick around until 3:00 now to keep all the strangers out. Keep the VIP members happy…I can only assume you’re part of this group?
I flashed him my card and he smiled. He was a good looking guy, probably in his high thirties, with more pepper than salt hair that was well manicured, and stubble that dusted his defined jaw. His eyes were a wild green, full of memory and life, that held you comfortable in his gaze. He was built, too, filling out his grey t-shirt. He stood up from behind the desk and grabbed a towel for me.
Great, you can go on down then.
I tended not to shower when I went to the gym…not a hygiene thing; I showered when I got home. It was something about the gym atmosphere, being completely naked and exposed in a place where any man could see me, clothed or otherwise. I always got hard the instant I was completely naked in a place like that. I had a girlfriend, who lived across the state since we graduated High School, but we found a way to connect at least every second weekend. This weekend coming up she was supposed to come to town, but wasn’t able to make it because she was visiting her parents for reading week. Needless to say, I was pretty “ready to go” after two weeks of no action, and knowing that another two weeks would pass before I could go to visit her.
Downstairs, I was pleased to find the gym empty as always. I made my way into the men’s locker room after signing in at the desk downstairs. As I flicked on the light by the door I was greeted by a rush of freezing air. The trouble with it being a completely desolate place for the community in the winter was their attempts at saving energy. I turned up the heat, and made my way down the hall. To my right I passed a white tiled shower room that extended around the corner, the door to a large steam room, then row upon row of black lockers. I walked into one, and began humming to myself to break the silence.
After putting my bag into the locker, I unzipped my hoodie, and then slipped off my t-shirt, facing myself in the mirror at the end of the row of lockers. I was pretty well defined for my age, because of my swimming background, as well as being on the cross country team in the fall. My pecs twitched as I tossed my shirt in the locker, my nipples hard from the cold. I traced my hand gently down my chest and in between my abs, staring at myself in the mirror again. Normally I would put on my work out shirt before I took off my pants, just to have some coverage in case someone came in. But I’d be lying to say that I didn’t enjoy being naked, it was a turn on to be in a public place, this carpeted place, and to feel totally exposed.
My hand slipped onto my belt, and undid it, as I let my pants drop to the ground, and stepped out of them. I stood in my striped boxers facing myself, then slowly peeled them down my legs and threw both into the locker, completely stark naked in the open. My dick hung down soft on my tightly drawn ball sack. A light covering of hair covered the base of my penis, and thinned out as it ran up to my belly button. I touched my balls and they pulled back close to my body in response. The room was still chilly, as I cupped my hand around them.
Snapping out of my fascination for a moment, I slipped on a jock and then my work out sweats, as well as a tight white wife-beater tank top. I made my way out to the main work out area, turned on a TV, and began cardio on the elliptical machine. After forty minutes I was completely sweaty and panting, as I shut off the TV and grabbed a towel to wipe down the machine. It was already close to 3:00 pm as I made my way back into the locker room. I’d made up my mind to have a shower before I headed home.
Back to my row of lockers I slipped off my sweats, jock, and shirt, throwing them into my bag again, and closing my locker. I grabbed the towel off of the bench that separated the two rows, and wrapped it around my waist, pausing for one last glance at myself in the mirror. I was in no way egocentric about my body, but I was proud of it, and very much felt like an exhibitionist being alone here. I pretended that there were many other men in the room with me, all sweaty from having worked out, all in various states of undress. In my imagination I brushed past them in my towel, glancing over at a man with one leg up on the bench, toweling his nuts as they hung down between his legs. I smiled, and rounded the corner to the shower area.
Before stepping over the ledge into the tiled room, there were a couple hooks on the wall across from the steam room. I took off my towel to reveal my semi-hard cock that bounced as I unleashed it from the constraints of the towel. As I hung it up on a hook, the cold air rushed to hit my balls again, and my cock became increasingly hard, bobbing to my heartbeat as I walked forward. I grabbed at it and pulled up, feeling the sweat that lined where my dick met my balls. I turned the dial outside of the steam bath as I passed it. I went to the furthest shower, turned it on, and adjusted it to a bit warmer than I normally like it. My eyes closed as the hot water soothed my body, trailing down my shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, onto my dick, and streaming off the end. I felt my nuts relax, as I pumped some soap into my hand. I work up a lather on my body with my hands, massaging myself from head to toe with the suds. I worked my dick extra hard, lightly rubbing my cock-head every time I passed by my groin. I pulled at my balls to find them loose and warm again, hanging low from my body. My dick stood straight up towards the ceiling now. I rinsed off slowly and methodically, covering every inch of my body, and began humming to myself again. I shut off the shower, and headed back into the entrance again.
I toweled off, drying my hair, then my entire body, eventually wrapping the towel around my waist, and making my way into the steam room. My dick was limp again under the towel, as I looked down, crunching my abs and jutting out my chest. The steam room was intensely humid as I entered it. The soft hiss of the steam in the corner maintained pitch as my hums echoed off of the steam room walls. I made my way to the corner in the rich, heavy fog, and sat down. I unwrapped my towel, and turned with my back on the wall. My hand rubbed my chest and abs, then made its way down to my cock. It hardened in my hand, and I began to stroke it up and down, sending waves of ecstasy through my legs, and up my back. My head tossed back and I let out a deep moan as I stroked my dick. Minutes passed, when suddenly I heard the suction of the door opening, and white light streaming in through the corner.
Hello? Are you in there?
Shit. Here I was sitting in the steam, rock hard, and jerking myself off…caught red handed.
Hey…yeah I’m in the corner.
Oh, sorry to bother you. Just wanted to let you know that I’m heading out now. The door will lock behind you so don’t leave your card in here.
Thanks man.
The steam was beginning to empty out of the room. I saw his figure leaning in the doorway, his arm holding the door open as it cleared. My dick was raging, the feeling of being exposed and vulnerable came back. If the shroud of steam wasn’t there, he would see me, see my balls, see my cock, see my ass, and see me shiver in delight.
How was your workout?
I realized that he wasn’t moving right away, and I was stuck with what to say. I wrapped my towel around me where I sat, folding my dick up into the towel, bunching it around where my dick was. The steam kept clearing, and he became more and more visible.
It was really good, thanks.
Cool. Nobody around eh?
I could see his face now, and knew that he could see mine.
Yeah it was empty the whole time.
He stood in the door now, saying nothing for awhile. The steam was nearly cleared, and we could see each other almost completely now.
I’m Ches by the way; I don’t think we ever actually met.
We walked towards me and extended a hand. My right hand, holding the towel, let go and was replaced by my left as I returned his grasp. With his left hand, he briskly grabbed the bottom edge of my towel, and pulled it open, letting it fall to the side. I struggled to grab it again, only getting a small corner of it, attempting to cover myself up. My dick was fully erect and pumping, the head poking out above my hands.
Did I interrupt something?
I looked at him. He grinned at me. He knew.
Were you jerking off?
I was speechless. Scared of what he wanted me to say, but more turned on than I’d ever been. I liked him clothed, I liked being naked in front of him, I liked him seeing me hard, exposed.
Yeah, I was.
Do you jerk off a lot?
Not too much.
You have nice balls.
Thank you.
I like your cock too. You have a nice cock, don’t you think?
Yeah.
Say it; tell me that you like your cock.
I like my cock.
I watched you strip before your work out. I saw you tugging at your balls in the mirror. Do you like being naked?
Yes.
And I watched you work out, and shower.
My eyes closed and without even contact I let out a little moan, thinking of this gorgeous man setting his eyes on me, unknowingly I showered.
You have a nice ass, a nice little butt. I saw you soaping it, completely naked.
Yeah?
Yeah I did. I liked watching you, you’re very hot.
Thank you.
He took a step towards me, standing almost between my legs.
Can I touch your penis?
Yes.
Yes what?
Yes please. Please touch my dick.
He smiled again, and reached down, gently grazing his fingers across the head, pinching it in between his thumb and forefinger. He knelt in front of me, not breaking eye contact. I was shaking with delight as he ran his fingers along the ridge of the head, along my piss slit, down my shaft, to the area I’d felt earlier between my hard cock and my ball sack. He gently groped my balls, gently cupping them. He leaned down, and I felt his smooth breath on my thighs, my dick, my nuts.
I like how you smell. I like your balls.
He never broke eye contact with me as he breathed in my ball sweat deeply. He extended his tongue and grazed my balls, first with his tongue, then with lips. The tip of his tongue ran up my shaft that rested now against my abs. He flicked his tongue against my urethra, and I moaned again, tossing my head back. His hands ran up my body, clutching my nipple. His mouth rounded my cock-head, and I was shaking with pleasure.
I’m going to cum.
He held my cock in his free hand, removing his mouth for a second. He cradled my dick against his face as he looked up at me and spoke.
Are you? That’s good…you’re quick, I like that.
He smiled.
Can I swallow your cum as you shoot? I want to taste your load.
I nodded to him.
Yes? Can I?
Yes, you can. Swallow my load.
Shoot it and I will.
He positioned his mouth onto my cock once more and cupped my balls from the bottom again. His tongue swirled around the head, and I tossed in satisfaction. My balls tightened slightly, and he grabbed my dick, forcing it further into his mouth as I came, stream after stream of warm cum into his mouth, down his throat. He moaned a little as I finished. He delicately lifted himself off of my cock, then gently licked the lip clean of any cum remaining. He stood, and sat beside me.
Loved that. You taste sweet.
Thank you.
I began to wrap the towel around myself again as he sat beside me.
No, keep it off.
He was still fully dressed, and I sat here his subject, completely bare. He smiled once again.
So are you gay? He asked.
No…I don’t think so. I have a girlfriend.
I see. Well you look like you wouldn’t mind trying. You’re fantasized with your body, like I was at once. The male form is something to be worshiped, and I think that you would be amazed at seeing another boy, being able to touch, and play. Not with me…but maybe I can arrange something.
What do you mean?
Well you’re not the only guy I’ve serviced here. They didn’t extend any hours, I was about to leave when you came in, and I decided to stick around. There are three or four other guys that come in during the week now, it’s a regular thing. All straight like you, just looking for some play, no conditions, no rules. You can have your pick; they’re all young, hot, eager to experiment. I can teach you everything you need to know.
I grinned, and our contract seemed cemented. He was like some kind of father figure, guiding me through something that I didn’t yet know. What I hadn’t anticipated was how well he’d guessed my interest in experimenting. He left the steam room, turning the dial as he left, and the steam began to fill the space again. My head rested on the ledge behind me, and I thought of what would lie ahead. How little I’d experienced, and how much there was to learn.
I lived in Tralley, a little suburb in Portland, Oregon. It was a pretty barren place for Oregon, all very flat and arid. There were some beautiful spots in town, Paradise Canyon being one of them. It was an all inclusive golf resort with a restaurant and gym that we went to quite a bit. My dad had gotten a membership for the golf, but told me I could use his card anytime to access the gym. Though it was pretty far removed from the rest of town, it was a benefit because nobody ever went during the off-season; there were plenty of machines, 24 hour access with a card, and locker-rooms worthy of the upper class residents of Tralley.
I sped down the long winding road into the coulee towards Paradise. It was February, but the temperature was pretty average. I usually changed before I went to the gym, but figured that if I had the place to myself, leaving my clothes in an unlocked locker wouldn’t be too huge of a risk. I pulled up and walked briskly into the building. Inside it was decorated like a home in Texas, which I never really understood. The restaurant was closed already, at 2:00 in the afternoon, which I hardly understood. Probably being the off-season, they were only open for brunch. I was startled a bit as I passed the front desk to be greeted by a clerk there
Hello.
Oh shit, hey. Sorry I didn’t think anyone would be around.
Yeah they just changed the hours for the gym, so I have to stick around until 3:00 now to keep all the strangers out. Keep the VIP members happy…I can only assume you’re part of this group?
I flashed him my card and he smiled. He was a good looking guy, probably in his high thirties, with more pepper than salt hair that was well manicured, and stubble that dusted his defined jaw. His eyes were a wild green, full of memory and life, that held you comfortable in his gaze. He was built, too, filling out his grey t-shirt. He stood up from behind the desk and grabbed a towel for me.
Great, you can go on down then.
I tended not to shower when I went to the gym…not a hygiene thing; I showered when I got home. It was something about the gym atmosphere, being completely naked and exposed in a place where any man could see me, clothed or otherwise. I always got hard the instant I was completely naked in a place like that. I had a girlfriend, who lived across the state since we graduated High School, but we found a way to connect at least every second weekend. This weekend coming up she was supposed to come to town, but wasn’t able to make it because she was visiting her parents for reading week. Needless to say, I was pretty “ready to go” after two weeks of no action, and knowing that another two weeks would pass before I could go to visit her.
Downstairs, I was pleased to find the gym empty as always. I made my way into the men’s locker room after signing in at the desk downstairs. As I flicked on the light by the door I was greeted by a rush of freezing air. The trouble with it being a completely desolate place for the community in the winter was their attempts at saving energy. I turned up the heat, and made my way down the hall. To my right I passed a white tiled shower room that extended around the corner, the door to a large steam room, then row upon row of black lockers. I walked into one, and began humming to myself to break the silence.
After putting my bag into the locker, I unzipped my hoodie, and then slipped off my t-shirt, facing myself in the mirror at the end of the row of lockers. I was pretty well defined for my age, because of my swimming background, as well as being on the cross country team in the fall. My pecs twitched as I tossed my shirt in the locker, my nipples hard from the cold. I traced my hand gently down my chest and in between my abs, staring at myself in the mirror again. Normally I would put on my work out shirt before I took off my pants, just to have some coverage in case someone came in. But I’d be lying to say that I didn’t enjoy being naked, it was a turn on to be in a public place, this carpeted place, and to feel totally exposed.
My hand slipped onto my belt, and undid it, as I let my pants drop to the ground, and stepped out of them. I stood in my striped boxers facing myself, then slowly peeled them down my legs and threw both into the locker, completely stark naked in the open. My dick hung down soft on my tightly drawn ball sack. A light covering of hair covered the base of my penis, and thinned out as it ran up to my belly button. I touched my balls and they pulled back close to my body in response. The room was still chilly, as I cupped my hand around them.
Snapping out of my fascination for a moment, I slipped on a jock and then my work out sweats, as well as a tight white wife-beater tank top. I made my way out to the main work out area, turned on a TV, and began cardio on the elliptical machine. After forty minutes I was completely sweaty and panting, as I shut off the TV and grabbed a towel to wipe down the machine. It was already close to 3:00 pm as I made my way back into the locker room. I’d made up my mind to have a shower before I headed home.
Back to my row of lockers I slipped off my sweats, jock, and shirt, throwing them into my bag again, and closing my locker. I grabbed the towel off of the bench that separated the two rows, and wrapped it around my waist, pausing for one last glance at myself in the mirror. I was in no way egocentric about my body, but I was proud of it, and very much felt like an exhibitionist being alone here. I pretended that there were many other men in the room with me, all sweaty from having worked out, all in various states of undress. In my imagination I brushed past them in my towel, glancing over at a man with one leg up on the bench, toweling his nuts as they hung down between his legs. I smiled, and rounded the corner to the shower area.
Before stepping over the ledge into the tiled room, there were a couple hooks on the wall across from the steam room. I took off my towel to reveal my semi-hard cock that bounced as I unleashed it from the constraints of the towel. As I hung it up on a hook, the cold air rushed to hit my balls again, and my cock became increasingly hard, bobbing to my heartbeat as I walked forward. I grabbed at it and pulled up, feeling the sweat that lined where my dick met my balls. I turned the dial outside of the steam bath as I passed it. I went to the furthest shower, turned it on, and adjusted it to a bit warmer than I normally like it. My eyes closed as the hot water soothed my body, trailing down my shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, onto my dick, and streaming off the end. I felt my nuts relax, as I pumped some soap into my hand. I work up a lather on my body with my hands, massaging myself from head to toe with the suds. I worked my dick extra hard, lightly rubbing my cock-head every time I passed by my groin. I pulled at my balls to find them loose and warm again, hanging low from my body. My dick stood straight up towards the ceiling now. I rinsed off slowly and methodically, covering every inch of my body, and began humming to myself again. I shut off the shower, and headed back into the entrance again.
I toweled off, drying my hair, then my entire body, eventually wrapping the towel around my waist, and making my way into the steam room. My dick was limp again under the towel, as I looked down, crunching my abs and jutting out my chest. The steam room was intensely humid as I entered it. The soft hiss of the steam in the corner maintained pitch as my hums echoed off of the steam room walls. I made my way to the corner in the rich, heavy fog, and sat down. I unwrapped my towel, and turned with my back on the wall. My hand rubbed my chest and abs, then made its way down to my cock. It hardened in my hand, and I began to stroke it up and down, sending waves of ecstasy through my legs, and up my back. My head tossed back and I let out a deep moan as I stroked my dick. Minutes passed, when suddenly I heard the suction of the door opening, and white light streaming in through the corner.
Hello? Are you in there?
Shit. Here I was sitting in the steam, rock hard, and jerking myself off…caught red handed.
Hey…yeah I’m in the corner.
Oh, sorry to bother you. Just wanted to let you know that I’m heading out now. The door will lock behind you so don’t leave your card in here.
Thanks man.
The steam was beginning to empty out of the room. I saw his figure leaning in the doorway, his arm holding the door open as it cleared. My dick was raging, the feeling of being exposed and vulnerable came back. If the shroud of steam wasn’t there, he would see me, see my balls, see my cock, see my ass, and see me shiver in delight.
How was your workout?
I realized that he wasn’t moving right away, and I was stuck with what to say. I wrapped my towel around me where I sat, folding my dick up into the towel, bunching it around where my dick was. The steam kept clearing, and he became more and more visible.
It was really good, thanks.
Cool. Nobody around eh?
I could see his face now, and knew that he could see mine.
Yeah it was empty the whole time.
He stood in the door now, saying nothing for awhile. The steam was nearly cleared, and we could see each other almost completely now.
I’m Ches by the way; I don’t think we ever actually met.
We walked towards me and extended a hand. My right hand, holding the towel, let go and was replaced by my left as I returned his grasp. With his left hand, he briskly grabbed the bottom edge of my towel, and pulled it open, letting it fall to the side. I struggled to grab it again, only getting a small corner of it, attempting to cover myself up. My dick was fully erect and pumping, the head poking out above my hands.
Did I interrupt something?
I looked at him. He grinned at me. He knew.
Were you jerking off?
I was speechless. Scared of what he wanted me to say, but more turned on than I’d ever been. I liked him clothed, I liked being naked in front of him, I liked him seeing me hard, exposed.
Yeah, I was.
Do you jerk off a lot?
Not too much.
You have nice balls.
Thank you.
I like your cock too. You have a nice cock, don’t you think?
Yeah.
Say it; tell me that you like your cock.
I like my cock.
I watched you strip before your work out. I saw you tugging at your balls in the mirror. Do you like being naked?
Yes.
And I watched you work out, and shower.
My eyes closed and without even contact I let out a little moan, thinking of this gorgeous man setting his eyes on me, unknowingly I showered.
You have a nice ass, a nice little butt. I saw you soaping it, completely naked.
Yeah?
Yeah I did. I liked watching you, you’re very hot.
Thank you.
He took a step towards me, standing almost between my legs.
Can I touch your penis?
Yes.
Yes what?
Yes please. Please touch my dick.
He smiled again, and reached down, gently grazing his fingers across the head, pinching it in between his thumb and forefinger. He knelt in front of me, not breaking eye contact. I was shaking with delight as he ran his fingers along the ridge of the head, along my piss slit, down my shaft, to the area I’d felt earlier between my hard cock and my ball sack. He gently groped my balls, gently cupping them. He leaned down, and I felt his smooth breath on my thighs, my dick, my nuts.
I like how you smell. I like your balls.
He never broke eye contact with me as he breathed in my ball sweat deeply. He extended his tongue and grazed my balls, first with his tongue, then with lips. The tip of his tongue ran up my shaft that rested now against my abs. He flicked his tongue against my urethra, and I moaned again, tossing my head back. His hands ran up my body, clutching my nipple. His mouth rounded my cock-head, and I was shaking with pleasure.
I’m going to cum.
He held my cock in his free hand, removing his mouth for a second. He cradled my dick against his face as he looked up at me and spoke.
Are you? That’s good…you’re quick, I like that.
He smiled.
Can I swallow your cum as you shoot? I want to taste your load.
I nodded to him.
Yes? Can I?
Yes, you can. Swallow my load.
Shoot it and I will.
He positioned his mouth onto my cock once more and cupped my balls from the bottom again. His tongue swirled around the head, and I tossed in satisfaction. My balls tightened slightly, and he grabbed my dick, forcing it further into his mouth as I came, stream after stream of warm cum into his mouth, down his throat. He moaned a little as I finished. He delicately lifted himself off of my cock, then gently licked the lip clean of any cum remaining. He stood, and sat beside me.
Loved that. You taste sweet.
Thank you.
I began to wrap the towel around myself again as he sat beside me.
No, keep it off.
He was still fully dressed, and I sat here his subject, completely bare. He smiled once again.
So are you gay? He asked.
No…I don’t think so. I have a girlfriend.
I see. Well you look like you wouldn’t mind trying. You’re fantasized with your body, like I was at once. The male form is something to be worshiped, and I think that you would be amazed at seeing another boy, being able to touch, and play. Not with me…but maybe I can arrange something.
What do you mean?
Well you’re not the only guy I’ve serviced here. They didn’t extend any hours, I was about to leave when you came in, and I decided to stick around. There are three or four other guys that come in during the week now, it’s a regular thing. All straight like you, just looking for some play, no conditions, no rules. You can have your pick; they’re all young, hot, eager to experiment. I can teach you everything you need to know.
I grinned, and our contract seemed cemented. He was like some kind of father figure, guiding me through something that I didn’t yet know. What I hadn’t anticipated was how well he’d guessed my interest in experimenting. He left the steam room, turning the dial as he left, and the steam began to fill the space again. My head rested on the ledge behind me, and I thought of what would lie ahead. How little I’d experienced, and how much there was to learn.
and a lot of 
