The Hot Bald Guy
It was going to be a hot afternoon. I could tell. Not too much traffic among the gym, the pool and the steam room today. But enough meaningful glances in the shower area to make for a promising visit.
There's a new face. Young, shaved head, earring, droopy brown mustache, excellent body. He seems to be chatting with a friend or acquaintance, considerably older. They are gesturing toward passersby, and sharing smiles and whispered comments.
I find myself in the large communal shower opposite them. The Hot Bald Guy is showing off his stuff, half hard, soaping himself lavishly, looking all around. Great buns. Small, slightly hairy, perfectly rounded, without a blemish or inch of flesh that was not taut. Made me want to bite `em. Having noticed my admiration, he put on a nice show for me, and even spread his cheeks allowing the cascading water to caress his partially exposed butthole.
Later I am in the steam room, and in comes The Hot Bald Guy. He arrives alone, sans ami. There are four of us there. No action. Some discrete touching of our own half hard dicks, as we recline on tile benches. When THBG enters and cruises the entire room with a single glance the room comes alive. The guy near me, gets up and approaches the newcomer stealthily. The four of us have previously determined that we are all "okay," but the door must be watched anyway, in case of an intruding straight gymnast in the quest of innocent steam.
A heavy, middle-aged man with a wispy brown beard sits in the "cocksucker seat," the end seat on the bottom row nearest the door. Somehow, everyone knows that the person occupying that seat is there to suck. With his eyes, he hungrily devours the lithe, athletic body of this young, handsome, bald man who lounges against the wall, adjacent to the door. The fortyish dark haired guy who was seated next to me earlier ( and had been absentmindedly stroking my calf until the whole scene changed with the arrival of The Hot Bald Guy) is circling THBG like a timid but determined cat. The remaining occupant of the room is "a watcher" who is often in the steam room but is never a participant. He is unattractive, with a long, dour face and a skinny, pale body, that somehow looks as though it was stretched out and slowly returned to size, but no longer quite fits. His aloof manner is a further turnoff. People generally ignore him, although most of us tolerate his presence during our queer hijinks.
I now have a nice erection and show it to THBG, who seems interested. The dark haired prowler approaches THBG and gingerly reaches for his nipple. The seated cocksucker stretches and runs his hand up and down THBG's flat belly. I stand and approach THBG from the rear, pressing my hard cock against his upper thigh and buttock. The watcher surreptitiously slips a hand into the leg of his bathing suit. All of this adoration has made THBG extremely excited and his long, thin dick stands at a teenage angle. The dark haired prowler is now masturbating THBG, reaching around his back to do so, and the seated cocksucker is rubbing his nose on the young man's upper leg. I move in closer and place my cock squarely in THBG's asscrack, facing upward, and begin to demonstrate a sexual oxymoron, --a squishy dryhump. He clearly loves it, and presses back into me, rubbing my hairy arms as he moves his ass like a whore. The seated cocksucker, who has yet to suck a cock today, reaches around my body and feels my butt as I continue to press into the room's main attraction. The prowler has been sucking the nipples of THBG as he manually stimulates his nearly perpendicular prick. He bends to engulf THBG's cock in his mouth. I have stopped dry humping and am slowly whacking off as I observe the progression of the afternoon games. THBG, who has thus far been quite agreeable to all suggestions, backs off and repossesses his dick from the dark guy's hand. He points at my cock, wordlessly suggesting that the dark prowler blow me. Obediently, the dark smooth guy starts to bend toward me, but I say, "No," the first spoken word to cut into the steam since our erotic dance began. Although spoken softly, my voice nonetheless seems strange and out of place, like laughter at a funeral. Embarrassed by my own strangeness, I begin to extricate myself from the knot of bodies, and head toward the door.
I stand under the shower, welcoming the cooling water. I am joined at the next showerhead by, no not THBG, but by the dark haired man who I had flirted with earlier and who was rubbing my leg when THBG interrupted our afternoon. I am flushed with excitement. Also, excited and proud that THBG wanted me to fuck him. He had encouraged my shower partner to act as a fluffer to get me up hard so that I could bend him over in a public steam room and bone him in front of three other horny men.
The water drums a tattoo on our overheated bodies, as the dark haired guy, undeterred by my earlier refusal, reaches over and grabs my cock. I turn toward him, my eyes on the shower entry hall, as my dick slowly starts to harden again. He efficiently jerks me off in a few short minutes, and I reach to return the favor. He grabs his own cock, and as I play with his balls and press the area under them, he efficiently shoots three quick jets of jizz on to the tile floor.