TongueTied
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As this is my first blog entry, I thought a little bit of a preface is in order.
I'm not going to pretend that I have anything profound to say. I will not be commenting on current trends in literature, art, or culture in general. I will keep my political opinions to myself. I will not bore you with the trivial details of my life; hell, even I get bored with those.
What I will concentrate on is a topic that I have some interest in: locker rooms. Now don't get me wrong. I am not one of those locker room trolls, hanging out naked all day, waiting for some sweet young thing to fall my way. I am not a gym meathead. I do not cruise locker rooms, and do not find them sexual. But there is something homoerotic about them that kind of fascinates me. It is not a fetish; that is way too strong a word to describe how I look at them. Nor is it an obsession. Let's just say I have an appreciation of locker rooms. I am a gourmand, so to speak, of locker rooms. The fact that there is a place where it is perfectly normal for a man to get naked in front of a bunch of other naked men makes me a little bit happier.
So, for my first entry, I will tell you what I saw in the locker room today. I won't say exactly what gym I go to, but I live in coastal Southern California and workout at 24 Hour Fitness. I will leave it at that. My gym is very popular, and I almost always go in the morning just before work. Because of it's location, it has a rather large before work/school crowd. Now, I have read on a couple of websites guys bemoaning the "fact" that men (especially young men), just don't get naked in the locker room anymore. They obviously haven't been to my gym. My gym has a very naked locker room. And not just among the senior citizens. The clientele is actually on the younger side, mostly late teens to early 40's, with some more mature gents as well. Most of them seem perfectly comfortable with nudity, regardless of their age.
Today, I changed my routine a bit and worked out during lunch. I do this a couple of times a month. Sometimes I just don't want to get up that early; other times I just want a change in eye candy. I know what you are thinking. I actually do go to work out. The locker room scenery is just the icing on the cake. But what icing!!! I don't stare at guys, or do anything inappropriate, or really anything that would make anyone uncomfortable. I usually don't even check them out. Well, sometimes I do, like today. I usually just keep my eyes open, mind my own business, and make a mental note of all the hot bodies and cocks I am so lucky to see on a regular basis.
There is a guy I have seen at lunch time several times, but have never been fortunate enough to be in the shower with him at the same time. Until today. He looks like he is just out of college, maybe 24 or so. Tall and lean, about 6'2". White guy, very handsome, clean cut, well dressed. Looks like an Abercrombie model, but actually better looking. He has a fair complexion with light brown/blondish hair. The way my gym is set up, to get to the men's locker room, you have to walk in front of the cardio area. So if you are doing cardio, you can see exactly who is going in and coming out of the men's locker room. Lucky me. I was on the elliptical machine when he came out of the locker room. I am a big fan of male body hair, and was disappointed to see his legs looked completely smooth. He doesn't spend a lot of time working out, probably because of a short luch hour. Well, I needed to get back, so went to the locker room to change and shower. It probably had about 40 guys in there, mostly younger to middle age professionals from the surrounding offices. The guy next to my locker was in his early 20's and had a hot, defined body. He still had his shirt off when I got in there and he had a very hairy trail with a thick patch of dark hair in the middle of his chest. Love that. A lot. Well, off to the shower I went. For such a busy gym, it has a somewhat small shower area. 4 shower heads on one side, 3 shower heads opposite them on the other wall, and one private shower with a shower curtain. Unfortunately, there are translucent dividers between the showers, but no curtains, and it really is otherwise quite open. Just after I began my shower, the guy just opposite me finished up and guess who took his place? Mr. Hottie. He had taken off his towel just as he entered the shower area and walked by buck naked. How could anyone question the existence of god after seeing this man naked? Although he is lean, he is very defined. AND HE HAS THE FINEST ASS I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!! It is perhaps a cliche to compare his ass cheeks to two fine, round, ripe cantaloupe, but that is the first thing that came to my mind. The second thing that came to my mind was how much I wanted to slide my cock past those perfect cheeks and enter the gates of paradise. But that is another story. Usually, lean guys don't have great asses. But this guy had the roundest, firmest, most perfect ass found on planet Earth. Although, like I mentioned before, I am very turned on by men's body hair, and like hairy asses, his was almost supernaturally smooth. And that is OK by me. Now do you remember I mentioned he is fair skinned? Not tanned by any means, but not pale either. Well, his ass is the most beautiful colour. I don't think Crayola even has a shade for it. It is not quite alabaster, but more of a creamy white (what I wouldn't give to be able to cream all over it). He doesn't really have any tan lines, but his colour just kind of morphs from a darker cream to a lighter cream. How I continued to shower without getting a massive boner I'll never know. I think I was almost in a state of shock. I usually don't go out of my way to check guys out in the shower, since you usually get quite an eye full just cleaning your self off, but this time I had to look. So I stood for a while with my back to the shower head, looking out, waiting for him to turn around. Bingo! I didn't have to wait long. A lean, muscled torso, with a six pack. And he had chest hair, not really hairy, but moderately hairy. That was a surprise, after seeing how smooth his legs were. Plus based on his complexion and face, he just didn't look like a very hairy guy. But there it was, a nice coat of light brown hair spread mostly across the top and middle of his chest. At this point I would like to say he had a massive cock, but he didn't. It was by no means small, but just an average, cut, American cock, nestled among a neat bush of light brown pubic hair. I finished up first, and while I was at my locker getting dressed, it turned out his locker was fairly close to mine. I was trying to notice out of the corner of my eye how modest he might be in the locker room. Not very. He took his towel off, stood there naked, and applied his deoderant. He took his time getting dressed, making it hard for me to concentrate on what I was doing.
I think I need to sleep in a little more often and try to get some more lunchtime work outs in. I do it for my health. Really.
I'm not going to pretend that I have anything profound to say. I will not be commenting on current trends in literature, art, or culture in general. I will keep my political opinions to myself. I will not bore you with the trivial details of my life; hell, even I get bored with those.
What I will concentrate on is a topic that I have some interest in: locker rooms. Now don't get me wrong. I am not one of those locker room trolls, hanging out naked all day, waiting for some sweet young thing to fall my way. I am not a gym meathead. I do not cruise locker rooms, and do not find them sexual. But there is something homoerotic about them that kind of fascinates me. It is not a fetish; that is way too strong a word to describe how I look at them. Nor is it an obsession. Let's just say I have an appreciation of locker rooms. I am a gourmand, so to speak, of locker rooms. The fact that there is a place where it is perfectly normal for a man to get naked in front of a bunch of other naked men makes me a little bit happier.
So, for my first entry, I will tell you what I saw in the locker room today. I won't say exactly what gym I go to, but I live in coastal Southern California and workout at 24 Hour Fitness. I will leave it at that. My gym is very popular, and I almost always go in the morning just before work. Because of it's location, it has a rather large before work/school crowd. Now, I have read on a couple of websites guys bemoaning the "fact" that men (especially young men), just don't get naked in the locker room anymore. They obviously haven't been to my gym. My gym has a very naked locker room. And not just among the senior citizens. The clientele is actually on the younger side, mostly late teens to early 40's, with some more mature gents as well. Most of them seem perfectly comfortable with nudity, regardless of their age.
Today, I changed my routine a bit and worked out during lunch. I do this a couple of times a month. Sometimes I just don't want to get up that early; other times I just want a change in eye candy. I know what you are thinking. I actually do go to work out. The locker room scenery is just the icing on the cake. But what icing!!! I don't stare at guys, or do anything inappropriate, or really anything that would make anyone uncomfortable. I usually don't even check them out. Well, sometimes I do, like today. I usually just keep my eyes open, mind my own business, and make a mental note of all the hot bodies and cocks I am so lucky to see on a regular basis.
There is a guy I have seen at lunch time several times, but have never been fortunate enough to be in the shower with him at the same time. Until today. He looks like he is just out of college, maybe 24 or so. Tall and lean, about 6'2". White guy, very handsome, clean cut, well dressed. Looks like an Abercrombie model, but actually better looking. He has a fair complexion with light brown/blondish hair. The way my gym is set up, to get to the men's locker room, you have to walk in front of the cardio area. So if you are doing cardio, you can see exactly who is going in and coming out of the men's locker room. Lucky me. I was on the elliptical machine when he came out of the locker room. I am a big fan of male body hair, and was disappointed to see his legs looked completely smooth. He doesn't spend a lot of time working out, probably because of a short luch hour. Well, I needed to get back, so went to the locker room to change and shower. It probably had about 40 guys in there, mostly younger to middle age professionals from the surrounding offices. The guy next to my locker was in his early 20's and had a hot, defined body. He still had his shirt off when I got in there and he had a very hairy trail with a thick patch of dark hair in the middle of his chest. Love that. A lot. Well, off to the shower I went. For such a busy gym, it has a somewhat small shower area. 4 shower heads on one side, 3 shower heads opposite them on the other wall, and one private shower with a shower curtain. Unfortunately, there are translucent dividers between the showers, but no curtains, and it really is otherwise quite open. Just after I began my shower, the guy just opposite me finished up and guess who took his place? Mr. Hottie. He had taken off his towel just as he entered the shower area and walked by buck naked. How could anyone question the existence of god after seeing this man naked? Although he is lean, he is very defined. AND HE HAS THE FINEST ASS I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!! It is perhaps a cliche to compare his ass cheeks to two fine, round, ripe cantaloupe, but that is the first thing that came to my mind. The second thing that came to my mind was how much I wanted to slide my cock past those perfect cheeks and enter the gates of paradise. But that is another story. Usually, lean guys don't have great asses. But this guy had the roundest, firmest, most perfect ass found on planet Earth. Although, like I mentioned before, I am very turned on by men's body hair, and like hairy asses, his was almost supernaturally smooth. And that is OK by me. Now do you remember I mentioned he is fair skinned? Not tanned by any means, but not pale either. Well, his ass is the most beautiful colour. I don't think Crayola even has a shade for it. It is not quite alabaster, but more of a creamy white (what I wouldn't give to be able to cream all over it). He doesn't really have any tan lines, but his colour just kind of morphs from a darker cream to a lighter cream. How I continued to shower without getting a massive boner I'll never know. I think I was almost in a state of shock. I usually don't go out of my way to check guys out in the shower, since you usually get quite an eye full just cleaning your self off, but this time I had to look. So I stood for a while with my back to the shower head, looking out, waiting for him to turn around. Bingo! I didn't have to wait long. A lean, muscled torso, with a six pack. And he had chest hair, not really hairy, but moderately hairy. That was a surprise, after seeing how smooth his legs were. Plus based on his complexion and face, he just didn't look like a very hairy guy. But there it was, a nice coat of light brown hair spread mostly across the top and middle of his chest. At this point I would like to say he had a massive cock, but he didn't. It was by no means small, but just an average, cut, American cock, nestled among a neat bush of light brown pubic hair. I finished up first, and while I was at my locker getting dressed, it turned out his locker was fairly close to mine. I was trying to notice out of the corner of my eye how modest he might be in the locker room. Not very. He took his towel off, stood there naked, and applied his deoderant. He took his time getting dressed, making it hard for me to concentrate on what I was doing.
I think I need to sleep in a little more often and try to get some more lunchtime work outs in. I do it for my health. Really.