"Stepping into the Water"
I was 27-years-old and a very happily married man when I unexpectedly had my first male-to-male sexual encounter. Prior to this I had never had so much as had a gay fantasy in my life, which makes how abruptly it happened all the more surprising. To this day I still can't really explain why I did it.
I know a lot of guys play around as boys, comparing dicks and checking each other out, but I have no recollection of playing any games like that.
I remember being as nervous as every other guy about taking my first public shower in middle school. I think every male's worse nightmare is the fear he'll get all boned up while naked in front of the other guys. At that point in my life I would throw a rod just thinking of a girl, or for no reason and all, and while I had no interest in guys I didn't want anything to come up unexpectedly. Walking into the shower that first day I remember keeping my eyes forward. I didn't even glance at the other boys. There seemed to be an unwritten rule: I don't look at you, you don't look at me.
Well, all that worry was for nothing. Nobody got boned up. Within minutes we'd all gotten over our fear and had come to realize taking a shower with other guys wasn't all that big a deal after all.
Even though I wasn't interested in other boys' dicks I did see enough to know I was pretty normal down there. I was circumcised, like almost everyone there, and mine looked pretty much like the others. I deemed myself average size since there were boys bigger than me and quite a few smaller, putting me right in the middle.
By age 14 I was totally obsessed with girls. I had a stash of Playboy magazines and developed an early fixation on breasts. There are guys who are leg lovers and guys who are fanny fans, but for me it was the tits that were unique to the ladies. Even now the sight of a luscious set of smooth, rounded boobs will easily get me hard.
I heard there was a group of boys from our school who would get together with dirty magazines and jerk off. These were the "jocks" of our class and my reaction to hearing that was, "gross." In truth, I never really thought about it, but the notion of a guy playing with his dick in front of another guy seemed to warrant a "gross" comment.
Fact is I simply wasn't interested. I was into girls and nothing else.
By high school showers were no longer required and no one seemed to take them except the guys on the school teams. I did a bit of wrestling after school but was never a big sports guy. I enjoyed the one-on-one nature of wrestling. It was a sport that pitted you alone (not a team) against another person in a competition of basic strength and skill. After practice we all headed home and showered there. I don't think any of us were taking showers at school with other guys by that point. That ended in middle school.
In high school and college I dated a lot of different girls, more that I really should have, but by my junior year in college I had developed a true love for one women in particular and we began to go steady.
I graduated when I was 22 and married, Loretta, the love of my life, at age 24.
Our careers took us from our original homes to a major city where we settled and began our professional lives. Our sex life was great and regular. I never cheated on her, not in thought or deed. I even gave up masturbation once I was married. I considered jerking off one of those boyhood things you leave behind once you've got a lady in your life.
I was happy and content.
When I was 26-years-old Loretta gave birth to Sean, our first child. I loved being a father, but nine months of pregnancy followed by having a baby sleeping in our room did change our sex life. The best birth control in the world is a baby in the room.
We went from having sex 3-times-a-week or more, to just occasionally having sex.
One day I was home alone, feeling horny, and decided to rub one out. I hadn't masturbated in ages and hated doing it. I associated jerking off as something unmarried teen boys did because they couldn't get any. It wasn't very satisfying emotionally or physically and it felt like a pathetic substitute for real sex. I was a man, not a kid! I should be getting the real thing.
When the baby was 9-months old my wife and I decided we wanted him to start learning to swim, or at least get him familiar with being around water and in a pool. Teaching babies to swim was a big thing at the time and the idea that if he fell into a pool he could swim, and that might save him from drowning, seemed like a smart move.
I was a very physically active guy but I had never belonged to a gym. I rode my bike regularly, did hiking, rock climbing, running and swimming at the beach (when possible). I had never had any need to join a gym, but wanting access to a pool and swim programs for my son, I decided to take a guest pass and check out the pool at the local YMCA.
One morning Loretta and I took Sean down for his first trip to a pool. She was not interested in getting in the water, but would take Sean through the locker room, change him and video tape me giving our son his first experience in a pool.
We split up in the lobby and I went to the pool through the downstairs Men / Boys locker room. I was the only person there. Not knowing what I would encounter I had worn my swim suit under my pants and brought a change of clothes for afterward. It was the first time I'd been in any kind of public locker room in years.
I pulled off my pants and rinsed off in the shower room while wearing my swim trunks, then headed down the long hallway to the pool.
The pool was great, the water was warm and Sean took to it like a fish. He loved it and we had a great time. There were others there, including another dad with his 10-year-old daughter. There were lanes marked off for adults to lap swim and I saw other adults come and go doing that. I noticed the single adults all used the upstairs adult changing rooms.
I would learn later that there were several tiers of memberships. If you joined with kids the cheapest membership was the "Family" package. Under that plan you and your kids could come and use the facilities, but even as an adult on your own, you could only use the "Family Locker Rooms" downstairs. For more money you could buy an adult access membership, which would allow you use of the more exclusive, upstairs locker area. For males, theses included a private, men's only steam room, sauna and Jacuzzi all located inside the locker area.
Sean and I splashed around in the pool for maybe an hour before deciding we'd had enough for a first trip. Loretta took the baby and I headed into the downstairs locker room to rinse off and change.
You always had to pass through the shower going to and from the pool. When you walked through the door from the pool to the Men / Boys locker room there was a long, somewhat dark, hallway that led a straight path from the pool before doing a right turn into the showers. This made it so no one opening the door from the pool could see directly down the hallway and into the showers.
The same was true on the other side of the shower. Although not as long, an L-shaped hallway made it so there was no direct view from the locker area into where you'd be showering. Obviously this was meant to afford a modicum of privacy to those showering, even though the showers themselves were open gang showers, not private stalls.
Once more I seemed to be the only person in the whole locker room, which was fine by me. Being alone I took off my suit, got naked and began to rinse off.
A few moments later I heard the sound of the door to the pool area open and saw the light in the hallway that told me someone had walked in and was now walking down the long corridor to the shower. The design of the shower made it such that no one could easily "sneak up" on you. You had plenty of notice if anyone was coming from either direction, and from what I could tell the locker room itself wasn't very busy.
A moment later the other father from the pool, the one I'd seen swimming with his daughter, entered the shower.
I had my body turned away from him, but looked back over my shoulder as he came in. We made eye contact and gave one another the nod, that short little tilt of the head we guys do that just sort of acknowledges we've seen each other.
He took a showerhead on the other side of the room and began washing. A few moments later I was aware that he took off his swim trunks, just as I had. Now we were both naked and, for the first time, the situation began to hit me.
I hadn't been naked around another guy since I was 14 years old. It had been over a dozen years since I'd shared a shower with anyone -- and that was a full class of some 20 boys my own age in a supervised situation. I had never in my life been naked myself around another adult man and, it occurred to me, I had never seen another adult man naked either. It also hit me that I'd never been alone and naked with another guy.
Curiosity got the better of me and I caught myself stealing glances at him.
Physically we were very different.
For one thing he was a fairly hairy guy, whereas I was very smooth. I had light, blond hair over my dick and in my pits, but I was clean-shaven with very little body hair.
This guy was what you'd call a bear. He had ample fur over a lot of his body, especially his chest, and a full beard as well. His hair was a dark, sandy-color, kind of blond-brown with a bit of red.
He was smaller than me, being around 5-foot10-inches, while I was slightly over 6-foot. He was also older than me. I estimated him to be in his mid 30's. He was not a bad looking man, but he was certainly no poster boy for physical fitness. He had a bit of a stomach on him and a rugged, mountain man look. He definitely looked like a dad, and he was, in every way, a very masculine fellow.
Of course, I also stole a few glances down at his dick, even though I knew I shouldn't.
As he showered he lathered up down there, washing himself. His dick was fairly short and stubby, but of course, he wasn't hard or anything (why would he be!). He seemed to be circumcised and his modest manhood bounced on his very thick, full ball sack.
I confess I was a little more fascinated than I should have been. Having never seen another man's junk before I probably stared more than was proper, all while rather absent mindedly soaping up and washing my own dick.
"This your first time here?" he asked.
I jerked my eyes up from his cock and realized he was looking at me. I was momentarily embarrassed but quickly recovered.
"Yeah, actually, it is," I stammered. "I was just taking my son for his first time in a pool."
It seemed strange to be having a conversation like this, I mean, we were both naked!
Do guys actually talk to each other and get into full conversations with one another while naked in the shower?
It felt weird, but as I thought about it, remembering what I knew of sports teams and of guys in the military, as well as my own middle school experience so many years ago, I decided this was perfectly normal. Of course guys talk to each other in the shower! Why wouldn't they? Male camaraderie, all that.
Relax, I thought, just go with the flow. But I still felt very strange, being naked and talking to another naked guy. I felt exposed and couldn't keep my eyes from occasionally flicking down and glancing at his dick. I mean, it was just hanging out there for the whole world to see, and I wasn't used to that. How could anyone not glance at it?
I focused on making hard eye contact, trying to not let my glance drift. I kept talking and washing myself. Occasionally I'd still unintentionally glance down -- but I didn't think he noticed.
"How about you?" I asked. "I saw you with your daughter out there, I guess you come here a lot."
He nodded, but didn't say anything. In fact, he hadn't said a word since he'd asked me that first question and now he seemed to be regarding me suspiciously.
Finally, he spoke.
"So... I see you like taking a shower."
I didn't know what he meant, until he made a motion with his head toward my groin area.
I looked down and was horrified by what I saw.
My cock was sticking straight out from my body. It was only half-hard for me, my cock points straight up at my chest when I'm fully hard, but it sure looked like I had a full, raging hardon.
I think every man is terrified of something like this happening. Whether you're a boy in middle school taking your first shower, or a man making your first trip into a locker room as an adult, the fear is there, "what if I get an erection around other guys?"
Suddenly my middle school fear was coming true, and even worse, the man I was naked and alone with had called me out on it!
I was so busted!
I know I turned twenty shades of red. I turned away in a weak attempt to hide my shame.
I looked back at him nervously. Was this guy gonna report me to someone here? Did he think I was a queer? Was he gonna bash me for being a fag and perving on him?
It was my first trip to a gym and it was looking to be my last.
Normally I'm a very confident guy, but this made me feel totally off balance. I knew that I really had been staring at his dick, and now I felt I'd been caught doing something very wrong and inappropriate.
"uhhh... what can I say?" I fumbled nervously, groping for the right way to recover and explain my situation, "You know... we're both guys, you know how it goes. Sometimes these things just have a mind of their own. They just do things we don't... "
I stopped in mid explanation as I realized what he was doing.
His soapy hand was on his own cock, gently lathering it up and down, over-and-over, as his eyes stayed locked on my dick. As he did, his own modest man part was growing hard in his fingers.
Having no experience in a situation like this, it took me a minute to realize what was happening.
I had feared he was a gay-bashing, masculine, mountain-man type who was going to bust me in the chops for being a fag who he'd caught checking him out! I thought he was going to pummel me thinking I had been perving on him in the shower.
I was wrong.
He wasn't mad at me. He was looking to do something with me!
I stood there with my mouth open, stopped in mid speech, and couldn't help but stare as he stroked his cock to a full erection.
Irrational fears of prison movies flashed in my mind. Shit, maybe this guy thought I was gay and he was gonna try and fuck me as punishment for looking at him?
I had no idea what adult guys really did in gym showers. Yeah, I'd heard the famous song by the Village People, but that was a joke, right? Or something that only went on at "gay" gyms, not regular family places like this! Regular guys did NOT mess around with one another in a shower at the gym, right?
Having never seen another man naked, never seen another guy hard and never seen another guy jerking off...I had no idea what to do. I just froze, confused and mesmerized by the situation I suddenly found myself in.
I didn't know what to think, but I guess my dick did.
My own manhood betrayed me by rapidly going from the semi-hard I'd been showing, to full-erection in an instant, with this man watching and clearly getting off at the sight of it.
What happened next I can't explain.
Having never had a gay thought in my life up to that point, I truly have no idea why I let things unfold the way they did.
As he rubbed his cock with his right hand he made a beckoning "come here" gesture with his left hand.
Curiously, without thinking, I found myself drifting toward him. I moved like a sleepwalker, barely conscious of what I was doing.
His cock was now fully hard and about 4-and-a-half inches long. Not that big, I know, but fairly thick. He kept gently stroking it, covered with soap, lathering it, as I moved over and stood near him.
As soon as I was in range he reached out and gently took hold of my dick.
"Whoa..." I whispered under my breath. I'd never had another man's hand on my cock, never thought I'd even ALLOW another guy to put his hand on my cock, but what this guy was doing... it just felt good.
I wonder how much the fact I hadn't been getting any at home played into my actions? In a way, I'd gone without sex for the longest time of my life. As a teenager at least I'd jerked off regularly. Now I wasn't even doing that and I sure wasn't getting laid. Maybe the fact I was horny as hell played into this?
All I know is I wasn't thinking and what I was doing was nothing I'd have ever expected myself to do.
It felt so good, I just let him soap up my cock and rub it gently. With a mind of its own, my hand reached out and took hold of his dick without asking permission. I just did it.
It felt like a flesh covered steel bolt, hard and stiff but wrapped in soft, fleshy skin. Covered with soap I moved my fingers up and down over it easily, exploring something I'd never explored before - another man's cock and balls.
His sack was big and heavy and round, his balls felt full in there, and I reached under and felt them, weighed them, curiously examined them, while he did the same to me.
"Mmmmm," he let out a moan that indicated he liked what I was doing to him, as much as I liked what he was doing to me.
"That's nice," he said. "You got a gorgeous cock there, Mister."
"Thanks," I barely replied. "You too."
Really? "You too?" I mean, what do you say when a guy compliments your cock? I had no idea but it felt like I should return the kind words. Here a guy was feeling me up and I was worried about showing good manners.
"Nice," he said, a note of hunger in his voice. "But oh, gotta get a closer look at that."
He dropped to his knees on the floor of the shower. The water that had been on his back was now hitting my chest, spraying over us both, and the soap was quickly rinsed from my dick as he examined me up close.
"Ummm, very nice," he said, handling my manhood. And then, he did something I never expected.
He leaned forward and guided my cock into his mouth.
"ohhh fuck..." I gasped breathlessly. What the hell was he doing?
I had very little experience with blow-jobs.
In college I'd gotten one from a rather slutty girl. She sucked me for a bit, but I got the impression she wasn't crazy about it and was just doing it so I'd like her. She also wasn't very good at it. I didn't cum, and later found there were few girls interested in doing it.
My wife had tried once and made very clear she wasn't interested in doing that. I didn't push it. After all, I wouldn't want to put a guy's thing in my mouth!
This was like getting a blow-job for the first time.
Understand, I love pussy, and had long thought that nothing could be better than that. I thought blow-jobs were what guys got as a second-choice from girls who didn't want to put out. But suddenly I realized just what a mouth could do.
For one thing, it's got a tongue, which allows more playful caressing and teasing of the dick in ways a pussy can't.
And then, of course, there's the sucking.
A woman's vagina gives slippery friction, and when she's tight it feels especially good, but it doesn't create any actual suction, not much anyway.
With flexible lips and the ability to move the head around, I realized a mouth could actually do more to pleasure a guy's cock than a vagina could.
And this guy was going at it better than any woman ever had!
Unlike women I'd been with, he sucked a cock like he really liked it! He went at it with vigor, sucking and using his tongue to lap up and down the shaft and lick at the head, making little circles, while he let his hands roam all over my body. He cupped my balls and caressed my upper legs, he fondled my ass and generally touched me every place he could reach that felt good.
Needless to say, I didn't last long!
In less than a minute I felt the rising tide of my orgasm.
Fearing I was about to cum in his mouth I put my hands on his shoulders and tried to push him away before it was too late.
"Dude... stop... I'm gonna cum..." I whispered.
He didn't stop. In fact, he wrapped his left arm around my waist, resting his hand on my butt cheek, and pulled me in tightly to make sure I couldn't get away from him.
"ohhh...fuck...."
My hands went from weakly pushing on his shoulders to firmly grabbing on his head, pulling him into me. I'd crossed the line of no return and wouldn't have let him get away now if he'd wanted to.
I went completely fucking wild! I totally forgot my situation, as well as my sexual orientation, and began pumping in and out repeatedly. I took control, clutching his head and thrusting my hips strongly - fucking his face and using him like he was my own, private, cock-sucking bitch!
I lost my mind, and fucked his mouth like a horny wild man....
His right hand reached down between his own legs and grabbed hold of his own cock. He began jerking himself furiously while his tongue danced deliciously over the head of my dick and tickled my shaft in his warm, wet mouth.
A moment later I felt the rising tide of my man seed...
"ooohhh fuck...." I exhaled a trembling breath and fired my cum-load into him. At first taste he sucked even harder and I literally felt the cum being drained out of me.
As I filled his mouth I heard him moan, "Ummmmm."
His voice went from a strong, manly grunt, to an almost puppy like, childish whimper as he crossed into his own ecstasy and jerked himself to climax.
From his position on his knees he shot his load all over my leg. As this furry man came I felt like I had a horny dog humping me.
He shot over my leg twice, then a third shot squirted on my ankle before he squeezed the rest out onto my foot and into the rushing water of the shower that was cascading down over us.
For a few seconds I just stood there in ecstasy, glowing in the moment. I had never had a sexual experience like this in my life! It felt great and the forbidden nature, for some reason, made it all the more intense.
Without warning I'd suddenly let a guy suck my dick in the shower, all while my wife was probably just a few dozen feet away, waiting for me in the lobby with our son!
I had no idea why I had done it, or where the desire to allow it had come from, but at that moment, I didn't care!
We pulled away, both fully satisfied by what had happened, and I just said a soft "whoa," under my breath as we separated.
He had swallowed every drop of my load, and getting to his feet he just looked at me, smiled and said one word.
"Awesome."
We each moved to our respective showerheads and resumed showering as if nothing unusual had happened.
A moment later we were talking like old friends. I asked how long he'd been a member, he asked how I had come to be there that day and did I think I was going to join?
If anyone had come through they would've thought it was the most normal, even bland conversation two guys in a shower could be having. You would never have believed that moments earlier he'd been on his knees sucking my rod while I furiously fucked his face.
Everything seemed so totally normal now.
We finished showering and as I dressed he filled me in on some of the details of what went on.
I learned his named was Keith, that he was 35 years old, divorced, but brought his daughter down to swim on weekends when he had her. He came here on his own a lot too, he said, and usually used the upstairs locker room. In fact, he would have to go up there to get his clothes and get dressed.
Turns out the only reason he'd come into this locker was because he'd seen me go in and had followed me.
Things had turned out better than he'd hoped.
"Seeing a young, good looking guy like you, I didn't think you'd really be open to playing around, but I had to check ya' out at least" he told me. He said he thought there was no way a guy like me would do anything, but then, when he saw me looking at his cock and touching myself and then showing my hard to him in the shower, he realized I was a player too.
I laughed, and explained I wasn't a player, that I'd never done anything like this before in my life. He said the looks I kept making to his cock while touching myself were "cues" guys used to indicate they wanted to do something.
I explained I had no idea about that, I was just curious and didn't know where to look or what to do.
"And horny too," he said.
"Yeah," I nodded, "Maybe that too." I confessed I hadn't been getting a lot with the wife since our kid was born.
Keith filled me in on how things worked, that mostly stuff went on upstairs in the sauna and steam room area, but things did happen downstairs too, in part because it was so seldom used and so easy to tell if someone was coming. He told me to keep my eyes open and don't get caught or you'll get kicked out and banned. He also said to be careful downstairs because minor boys use the downstairs locker and shower area and that could be trouble.
"Yeah," I said, "Kids probably don't know about messing around."
"Actually," he said, "there are a lot of horny teenage boys who get it on down here because they can't go anyplace else and can't use the upstairs adult locker area. Now I'm not one to judge, but you wanna be careful about messing with that shit, okay."
I assured him I had no interest in playing around boys. But then again, an hour ago, I'd had no interest in men either.
When I was about to leave he gave me a very manly hug, then he went back to the pool area to go upstairs to the other locker room while I walked out to the lobby where I met my wife and son.
She asked what took so long and I explained I'd gotten to talking with another dad and had ask him what it was like here.
My wife asked if I thought we should get a membership. I told her I knew it was more money than we wanted to spend but thought it would be a good idea -- that I'd have a place to work out and we'd have a place to take our boy to swim.
She agreed and I've had a gym membership ever since.
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