Bear Connection
It was a usual Thursday afternoon workout at my gym. After the weight training and the aerobics it was time for the fun part; showers and steam room. Into the showers, look around, look around, not too obvious now...yeah, that's nice, and so is that. Rub a dub dub. Scrub that peter clean. And nothing like a pristine butthole. Mm hmm, yes, thank you very much. I truly enjoyed that.
Walking into the steam room with my bathing suit slung over my shoulder. I use it to sit on. And for window dressing.
And to cover up when a hard dick threatens to embarrass or worse. Look around, recognize one or two familiar people. After a while, back to the showers to cool down. Out in the shower area there is a young guy with a very long, uncircumcised cock. He is thin, dark skinned, probably Latino, and not shy about showing off his nice endowment. I return to the steam room and within a few minutes it has been established that everyone is "okay."
There is Elliot, a regular; also an older man with a sandy beard tinged with gray who I have seen before. And who in fact, I have previously seen sucking off a companion while sitting in the very same spot. There is Brett, who I have had mild play with (mutual touching) in the past. He has taken a seat near me, and glanced over at me as he sat down. And over on the other side are two much younger men, college age, who are seated next to each other. One of them is the Latino looking boy who I noticed in the showers. His friend is a handsome guy with curly dark hair and very nicely developed tits. After all present somehow signaled that they were "okay" by casually touching themselves, several mating dances commenced.
Elliot aggressively cruised the room, tugging on his dick and smiling. He is in his late forties and works as a janitor in a local school. He is quite likeable and friendly, often breaking a stressful silence with a joke. He approaches the cocksucker seat, which is occupied by the sandy graying beard. True to form, the cocksucker reaches for Elliot and soon has him safely in his mouth, with his arm wrapped around Elliot's ass, perhaps to discourage him from running off too quickly. I enjoy watching, and admire Elliot's rounded, smooth ass. Elliot has a little potbelly but really has quite a nice ass. The slurping sounds of Sandy the Cocksucker competes with the hissing of the steam.
I turn to the right, and see the arched back of the Latino kid. He is bent in half with his face in the lap of his young bud. I begin to lazily jerk off as I watch this inspiring scene. I can't really see the kid going down on his friend's cock, because of the angle and because arms are in the way, but it is clear enough what they are doing. It is a turn-on, and continues to be a voyeur's treat even after the Latino kid comes up for air. He sits nonchalantly next to his friend, looking innocent and pleased at the same time. His prick is aroused and is unusual especially in it's shape. It faces straight up for maybe 6 or 6 ½ inches, and then bends almost like a shepherd's crook for another inch or more. I wonder if a little attention can get it to straighten out for it's entire length.
As I contemplate this, there is a rustle of activity to my left. Brett is scooting over a little and with my encouraging smile, he reaches over and takes over the work of my busy hand. I find Brett very appealing. He is extremely hairy, more so even than me.
His back and chest are covered with black curly hair, as are his legs, arms and ass. He is swarthy in complexion and his eyes are deeply set, which gives him a brooding look. He is tall and well built and looks to be about 50-55 years. He has a nice chest and nipples, which I proceed to tease. We continue this way for a few minutes, and I am thinking that this is surely the highlight of my week. Abruptly we are interrupted. Elliot has pulled away from Sandy's oral attentions, and is working to get Brett's cock out from the leg of his trunks. Brett allows this as he continues to masturbate me, but then as Elliot leans over to take Brett into his mouth, Brett grabs his dick protectively and says, "No, no."
"Ah, c'mon, " whines Elliot, still tugging at the desired meat.
"No, no, no," insists Brett quietly, as he turns away from Elliot.
Elliot's interruption has broken the happy spell in the room. The six of us mull about crankily. Brett and I stand up and walk over to the other end of the room near the shower. Elliot walks over toward the young couple. Sandy remains seated in the tiled spot designated for committed cocksuckers and is mutely observant. Brett looks out of the steamroon into the hallway, his back to me. I move up behind him, and then place my hand down his swim trunks and feel his sweaty, round buttocks. He clenches them, showing off impressive butt muscles. I caress every inch of his lovely hairy ass. I look around and notice the two collegiate types staring with some interest at us. I slowly rub back and forth, and begin to move stealthily down Brett's asscrack, searching for his asshole. He doesn't seem to mind. I find what might be his butthole, but I can't be sure. I try to push a little to penetrate just a tad, and the flesh yields. Ah, thank you baby. I very gently begin to fingerfuck this luscious ass. It is not that easy for several reasons, including the fact that Brett is several inches taller and he is wearing heavy cotton swim trunks which are pulled tautly against my wrist. But I manage.
Too soon, the scene ends. Brett leaves the steam room and heads for the showers. So do Sandy and the boys. Elliot and I are alone, and he says to me, "Gee, that hairy guy really likes you."
"Well, I have run into him before and he knows that I am very cautious. I think that's what he likes the most. He has five kids."
"Oh, he does?" says Elliot. I am glad that I have explained this to Elliot since a person can develop an inferiority complex in a steam room if he doesn't know all the facts.