This is a story of fiction. The characters etc are not real. The story involes young men masterbating in each others presence.
I have been going to this gym for over a year now. Always the same routine. 45 minutes on the cardio bike, working the weights for an hour or so and then off to the shower.
I am a straight guy. I like girls that is. A lot! I never had any thoughts about guys. Sure, I played a few sexy games with other guy when I was 9 or so, like most boys. But those adventures were more like: "show me yours and I'll show you mine"-kinda things. A little touching and fondling. But nothing more. And those early games are long forgotten and were never admitted to any one. Not really to myself, to be honest.
One Monday evening I went to the gym, just like any other time. I did my fitness routine and for some reason felt a little sore. I decided to use the sauna to warm my muscles and relax. I have never used the spa part of the gym before and was quite surprised to see how many different kinds of saunas the health club offerd. On the little walk-thru they do with new customers, I remember vaguely that there was construction going on and they told me about the new spa trend they were going to be at the center of. But since I never really cared too much about steam rooms and the likes, I didn't really listen. So walking in, I was really pleasantly surprised. There were five different saunas, a steam room, very nice showers and a nice room with recliners to dose off on.
After hitting the showers I decided to check out the steam room. It was empty and I had the thing to myself. After sitting in the hot vapours for about a minute or two, a guy came in. About 19 or so. Nice and fit. Slim waste, flat stomach, not too muscular. More a runner, than a weight lifter. I noticed that he was totally shaved. Just like me. No hair anywhere on his lean body. I looked at him for a second or so. Not long. Just one guy checking out another. The usual question. Is he better looking than me? A little, yeah. But that's ok. No harm done. Live and let live....
He sat down at the opposite side of the cubicle and took in a deep breath. I could see his chest heaving and his stomach tightening. That was when I fist noticed his dick. It was semi-hard. Not a full erection. But definitely not a limp cock. Like the kind of half erection you get by reminiscing about the great fuck you had last night. Definitely something you cover with your towel if you walk around a more or less public spa area. But this guy didn't seem to mind. He just sat there. Eyes closed, breathing deeply. His legs half open. His heavy 7 inch cock between his thighs. I was fascinated. I couldn't stop staring. The good thing about steam rooms is that the mist is so thick, that other people can't really see exactly where you look. And, dear something in heaven! Did I look! No idea why, this guy got my attention. As I said, I'm straight... an now there I was, staring at another mans dick.
After what seemed like hours, the guy started to wipe some sweat off his chest. But he didn't stop there. In one natural fluid motion, his hand went down to his cock and he gave it a tug and a long squeeze. I didn't believe my eyes! He kept his hand on his cock. Playing absentmindedly with it. Still keeping his eyes closed. I felt my breath quicken. And I felt something else. My own cock was rising to a full blown boner. With out touching it, it had risen to its whole 8 inches and was pulsing like crazy. What was I supposed to do? Was he deliberately turning me on? Did he want to jack off with me? Or was he just readjusting his cock as to be more comfortable? No, he was definitely playing with his cock. After a while he began jacking off slowly. Moving his hand up and down his thick cock. Squeezing it. Circling his dark red head with his index finger, tugging at his shaved balls with his other hand.
All doubts as to what this situation meant, were gone the second he opened his eyes. He looked straight at me. First into my eyes, then directly at my hard-on. I'm not sure why, but I automatically started jacking off a well. My hand moved up and down my shaft, which was already slippery with sweat, steam and pre-cum. First slowly, then faster and faster. I perfect time with his jacking, my hand pounded my cock. I couldn't believe it. Here I was. A straight guy, jacking off like a maniac with another man -- a total stranger....
Just before I felt the cum rising in my balls, the other guy stopped suddenly covered his cock with both hands and sat there still as a rock. What was going on, why did he stop? Why now? Damn it! Not a second too late I saw the reason. The glass door opened and a young boy, walked in. I hastily bend forward as if to pick up something to hide my erection....
Interested in what happens next? Let me now. And if you have any ideas, which you want me to put in part 2. Just tell me. I'm looking forward to reading your emails. Maybe you have some inspirational pics to illustrate what you would like to read about in part 2,3 and 4.... :-)
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