The Downtown Association Gym. By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to winarch47@yahoo.com
The Gym was a former YMCA located in a declining part of downtown known as the Lower Quarter. That was a reference to the elevation above sea level, not to the economic level of the residents. It was cut off from the rest of the city by interstate highways and placid stream which was prone to violent flooding. The Y moved to a better neighborhood located between an historic district and a prosperous suburban area.
The Gym was in good condition. While it had been well maintained, the facilities had not been upgraded since the 1950s. I was born in 1980. The facilities are considered to be out of date then. They are seventy years old now. The old Y was bought by a developer who thought new development would focus on the area. The factories and warehouses of the area were being converted into loft apartments.
The Gym reopened as a no-frills club. It had a pool, locker rooms and a gym. It was built for men, since women went to the YWCA. There was no way to accommodate women in the old building. It was too small to add women's lockers. The developer's not too bright brother, Marty, ran the place. It was clean, well maintained, and inexpensive. The patrons were attracted by the low cost, and the old-fashioned lockers and gang showers.
It was a private club open to men over twenty-one. It did not cater to children or youths and was not a public facility. The maintenance staff just maintained the building. They did not police it. The locker rooms and showers offered little privacy and there was a steam room.
All of this was standard early twentieth-century gym design. In the early twenty-first century, it attracted a different clientele. Marty described the membership as being open minded and with modern sensibilities. It was not a gay gym, but a good portion of the membership was gay. The non-gay members liked to watch.
I am Sinclair Wallace, a designer for an advertising firm. I live in a loft apartment a block from the Gym. I assumed the gay aspect of the Downtown Gym was an accidental combination of circumstances.
One of my clients Robert Roberts had to drop off some information for me at my loft. Bob owned R&R Enterprises. It provided service to Bed & Breakfasts. We handled shared advertising, billing, and janitorial services for B & B's. Our R & R for B & B's add campaign was a memorable and successful. Bob provided economical services that simplified day to day operations. I provided the graphics for the R & R campaign. I might mention it was an award-winning advertising.
I was working late when Bob dropped copy off for a new campaign at my desk. He asked if I went to the Downtown Association Gym. I said I didn't, but I get some exercise. Bob told he was a member, but it wasn't exercise that interested him. Bob and I were old friends.
"Exercise is good, but for all practical purposes it is a sex club," he said. "It's a good place to make friends and contacts. The sexual aspect is just a perk," he said. "I'm from Boston, so I have no connections here. The Club is a friendly place."
He explained there was an informal understanding that no one was pressured into sexual activities. You could ask to join in, but no meant no, and yes meant yes. The phrase, "I have other plans," was used as a substitute for no.
"By the way, I don't say no very often," Bob said. "That makes me sound like a slut, I'm afraid."
"I'm afraid I have never said no," I replied. He laughed.
Bob said he would be glad to give me a tour of the club sometime. I said I would like that.
Bob gave me a call the next Saturday, and we went to the club that afternoon. I met Marty, the manager, when we arrived. Marty and Bob were friends. Marty was supposed to be the dumb son of the developer. He wasn't dumb, he was gay. The Downtown Association Gym's tendency to attract gay men was not accidental. Marty was exiled to keep his sexual preferences unknown to the chaste and virtuous members of their church His family were good Southern Baptists.
The Downtown Association Gym had become a haven for gay men. It was a safe haven since the members and visitors were tested before they entered the locker rooms.
While everyone knows that gay men are flamboyant cross dressers, florists, and interior decorators. The Gym's membership was varied. I did meet Flora Della Rue. He was a flamboyant cross dresser, but he pointed out that it was hard to dress up in drag when you were nude in a gang shower. Bob explained Flora was friendly and popular due to his impressive cock and well-developed rectal muscles.
Weightlifters and body builders liked the Gym. It wasn't carpeted and didn't have Zen type music playing. It was a real, traditional gym. The locker rooms were the way they looked in 1930-40 boxing movies.
The Gym was filled with sweaty men. There were construction workers, some cops, emergency workers and fire men at the gym. It was open 24/7 so it was ideal for men with odd hours. The low cost attracted Black and Latino body builders. I had never been with naked Black men. Marty noticed I was surprised.
"For your information, all sperm is white," Marty whispered in my ear.
The shower was open to the locker room, separated by a four-foot-high wall. The wall had a marble bench on the shower side. The four-foot wall was the separator between the naked and partially erect men in locker area, and the sexually excited men in the showers. There was one firm rule. No sperm on the floor. It is slippery.
Sex there was mostly oral although some men liked to fuck. Bob told me the steam room was the preferred venue for anal sex. The steam room had two spaces The warm room was very warm, but the hot room was for macho guys who could take it. There was an attendant, Old Pete who hosed down men who over did it. The pool and the exercise areas were for cruising only. There was no open sex, but longing glances were fine.
After an entire minute or two of thought I joined the gym. I wasn't exactly in the closet, but I thought the openness of the gym would be interesting. I laughed to myself. Interesting was a tame word for my interests.
I went to the gym alone a few days later after a late night at the office. I had finished a major project and thought it would be nice to relax. My plan was to swim, but I only made it as far as the locker room. You had to shower before you went to the pool, so I stripped and went to the showers. There were five men there, two older guys, a weightlifter, and two younger guys.
I took the shower head between an older man and the younger men.
"You are new here?" the older man asked.
"Does it show?" I asked. He laughed.
"No, but most of the guys here have regular schedules. I'm part of the evening group. In a little while the men who were at the end of the day shift will arrive, and some of the late shift on the way to the hospital will come," he said. "I'm Willy, by the way." He was readjusting his cock and balls. His cock began to get firm.
"I'm Sinclair, I was working late," I said. My cock responded to his cock. "A friend of mine said this was a friendly place."
"It's a lot more than just friendly," Willy said. "A little touching or licking is just a friendly gesture. At this time of night, trading some of the special sauce is a nice prelude for a good night's sleep. If you sit on the bench some men may offer you some of their home brew."
"I'm new here. Wouldn't that be too forward?" I asked.
"It would be a friendly gesture," Willy said. "A man doesn't dangle his equipment in your face by accident. Now if you go to the steam room things may be more intense."
"Do you go there?" I asked.
"Once and a while," he said. "I have some pals and there is some group action."
"Do I need an introduction?" I asked.
"Your invitation is hanging between your legs," Willy explained as he reached over and fondled my balls. Two of the men who were showering came over to us.
"A new member with new meat?" the younger man asked.
"Some of our younger men lack refinement," Willy said with a smile. "Cody, this is Sinclair." Cody was a short, muscular, hairy man. We shook hands.
"Nice to meet you, Cody. I am a new member. Technically, I'm middle-aged meat." I replied. That was exactly the right response. Cody and his friend Delmont burst out laughing. Delmont was a tall, redhead.
"The boys are brick masons from the boonies. They aren't as dumb as they pretend to be," Willy said.
Delmont dropped to his knees and began sucking my cock.
"I'm trying to teach Delmont some manners. I think you should at least say hello before you try to suck the cum from a man's cock," Cody said.
"Delmont looked up and said, "It's real pretty." He paused and added, "It's tasty too."
We soon moved to the steam room. More men were arriving, and it was getting noisy. Two men were there, Roosevelt and George. They were Black wrestlers about my age. Willy introduced me to them.
"You've met the Gruesome Twosome," Roosevelt said in a deep bass voice. "They aren't as bad as they look." Roosevelt was a professor of music, and the bass in the local opera company. George was a lawyer.
"Are you a size queen?" Cody asked me. "Roosevelt sports a natural wonder."
"I'm not exactly sure I'm a size queen," I said. The men seemed to interpret that meaning I had not found a cock I couldn't take. That almost insulted me, even though it was true. The men at the Downtown Association Gym were much more direct than I was used too.
When I looked at Roosevelt, I could tell he knew I wanted to take his cock.
I knew that the Downtown Association Gym was gay friendly. I hadn't realized it was this friendly. I was embarrassed that I was sexually involved so quickly.
Roosevelt got up and sat next to me. "It's hard to get used to easy sex whenever you want it. I was used to treating sex as if it were my wedding night, and it was a lifetime commitment. At first, I thought sex was too open here," he said.
"Well, I've discovered it's as open as you want it to be. Your mind opens first. The asshole opens later. Sex is okay here," he continued. "We're sharing some pleasure with another man."
"Is it a pleasure for the men you fuck?" I asked.
"Most of my playmates come back for more. I think of it as searching for pleasure in an unexplored dark place." Roosevelt said while laughing.
He stood and I leaned over to lick his cock.
"I think we're going to become friends," Roosevelt said.
"I bet you have a lot of friends already," I said.
"No one has ever died of an overdose of too many friends," he replied. We talked for a while, and I realized I was tired and went home.
When I woke, I couldn't decide if the previous night's conversations were unsettling, or full of promise for a more exciting life. Since I have been putting in ten-to-twelve-hour days for a week getting my project complete, I had Friday off. We were paid for forty-hour weeks. Over time was turned into vacation time. I would also get a bonus related to the fees generated on the project. I needed the rest.
I had a quiet, restful morning, by two in the afternoon I thought that I might go for the swim I missed the night before. The men in the afternoon were completely different than the night crowd. I took a shower and swam for a half hour. It was a nude pool, but since the men were swimming, there was little genital display.
I like to swim, but I had not been swimming often. I was tired and realized I would be stiff later, so I went to the steam room. The men there were quite a bit younger than the men I met the night before. I have a hairy chest, but I'm not a bear by any means. For several of the men there I was a Daddy. That was a bit shocking to me. I soon realized Daddy's were much in demand.
I also realized my ability to avoid temptation was all but nonexistent. I sat between Rory, a nurse, and Dick, a rooky fireman, both men were on the night shift. Rory was a big, blond guy who worked in the psychiatric wards. Big men were useful with difficult patients. Rory was soft spoken, and calm. Dick was five-five and all muscle. We talked a little.
Rory's job was to calm over exited patients. "I'm a big guy, I never intimidate a patient, but some still know if they get violent, it won't be for long," he said. Rory was casually fondling his cock.
Someone who sounded a lot like me said, "That must be difficult, what do you do for stress relief?"
"I come here and hang out with friends," Rory said, "Dick is a fireman. He has the same problems. He works the night shift, so he fights fires in the dark."
"The guys here are nice and helpful," Dick said. He was getting hard. "Everyone in the steam room is understanding about stress relief. Rory's a big guy. He likes to relieve his stress in tight, dark, places. He's too big for some guys."
A few minutes later Rory was on his back on a wood bench in the middle of the room. I was sitting on his cock, bouncing a little. Dick was giving me advice about Rory's sexual needs. Several old men came in.
"Damn, I love the way they decorate this place!" one man said as he looked at us. The men with him laughed. One of the men, Frank, fed his cock into Rory's mouth. Dick came over, coated his cock with oil of some sort and slid into Frank's ass.
"Are you new here?" Frank asked. I managed to say yes.
"Everyone here is prone to be helpful," one of the men said. "When you get to meet us, you will find were are friendly, normal men with higher-than-normal sex drives. No means No! Remember that. That is an absolute rule. I see you are into extreme sports. No means no to the wrestlers and body builders too."
As I listened, I lost my focus on Rory's cock. I lost my concentration and his tool slipped deeper. I suddenly realized that what I had thought was good sex was only a pale reflection of real sex. Rory knew that too.
"Damn, you're a keeper," Rory exclaimed.
I knew he was the first man to connect to the deepest part of my ass. It might have hurt some, but the pleasure was so intense I could only feel the pleasure.
"You got him good this time," Frank said as he leaned over to suck me. I realized Frank's tender tongue licking my knob was almost as good as the cock in my ass.
Rory shot off. I shot off in Frank's mouth, and he gobbled up my load. I later found out that was called a triple-play in the Club's own parlance.
When I got off Rory's cock, one of the older men told me to bend over. His tongue fucked my ass to slurp up Frank's load. I was feeling great.
Word of my performance spread like wildfire. In a place filled with nude gay men, I was soon considered to be a member in good standing with a prize-winning ass. I wasn't sure I wanted to be noted for that at first. A week later I was happy about that. It certainly made it easier to make friends. I thought those friends would be all tops. Bottoms liked to exchange notes or give detailed information on their favorite tops.
I was gay and had known I was gay since I was a teenager. I had some good friends and playmates. I my sexual life was never the focus of my attentions. I wanted to be a talented designer, not a talented gay designer. I thought of myself as a good designer, and I loved my work. You don't describe a lawyer or doctor as a good gay lawyer or doctor. No one says that and a man is a good for a heterosexual lawyer.
The Downtown Gym was gay and there was no problem with sex, as long as it was mutual. The atmosphere was relaxed and casual. There was no requirement as to how much or how little sex you enjoyed. Some of the older men were lookers. Other men were shy and insure of themselves. You could be timid or out-going. Most activity was in the open. Parts of the Gym were nude, but other parts were tee shirts and shorts.
When you are a graphic designer for a successful PR company, you tend to meet professional people. The staff at my office were imaginative and clever. They were college educated and gifted. I could have a good conversation about selecting the Helvetica or Palatino typeface as best for an advertising campaign.
At the Gym I met bricklayers, masons, electricians, lawyers, and firemen. It was nice to visit the real, non designer world. It was doubly nice since that real world included erect cock and needy asses.