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A Steamy Night at the Gym

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A Steamy Night at the Gym by AnonymousFebruary 28, 1997Two nights ago I went to my gym,did the workout, went back to the locker room and there wasnobody around. Figuring that’s the way it was going to befor the night, I didn’t dawdle to shower and got dressed. Ofcourse, just as I was putting on my clothes, four varying typesof nice looking guys came in all sweaty ready for the showers.Damn! I slowed down a bit, only to get even more frustrated asthey appeared to be heading for the steam room, too. If no actionwould happen, at least they’d be nice to look at. I had hada few encounters in the steam and sauna rooms. Mostly mutual jerkoffs or just watching each other. But never with the same guytwice. Some sort of unspoken rule, I guess. Last night I wentback to the gym and as I entered the men’s fitness area,there’s a large screen TV with two big chairs right by thedoor. As you enter you can look down at the person sittingclosest to the door. Last night this one guy who I had seen a fewtimes around the gym was sitting there with his towel over hislap and his hand close to his mid section. Not many guys in thelocker room (again!). But took my time getting dressed for thework out. As I did, I could look at the guy in the chair frombehind. I could see his arm move every once in awhile and thenhis legs would move like he was nervous or excited aboutsomething. I went to the weight room, worked out for a bit andthen headed back to the locker room. He was still in the chair.Just a minute or two after I entered and had sat down in front ofmy locker, he got up , got a drink and headed for the steam room.Hmmmm. All the while he was covered with a large brown towel -unlike the skimpy white ones they had out. I walked by the steamroom, the door wasn’t steamed up and I could see him sittingby the door, towel off, legs spread, looking out. A quick showerfor me was in order, not to let him leave before I could at leastsee what had been behind that brown towel. I opened the door toenter the steam room. There he was, legs spread, and I had tolook - nice piece of six inch prime, a little bloated and red -like it had been played with for the past hour or so. I sat downnext to him - two feet away - on my towel - legs spread. Thesteam hadn’t been on for awhile, so it wasn’t that badheat wise. I just sat there for a few minutes, neither of us didanything. Then I decided to see if he wanted to play. First I just sort of rubbed mychest, then reached down and tugged on my dick and balls. Hishead turned slightly. Aha - he WAS there to play. A few moretugs, I was getting semi -hard. He still wasn’t touchinghimself, though. So I said, "Mind if turn things up a bit(meaning the steam)?" As I stood up, pecker sticking out -his response - Go for it. Were both of us playing word games?Coming back in after adjusting the timer - not the heat - I madeno effort to cover myself. He was getting bigger, too. And hishand was getting busy. A few more minutes passed with each of ustrying to hide our self pleasure. He kept glancing to me thenlooking out the door into the locker room. Finally I said, Anyoneout there? And the answer was No. So I dropped all pretenses (andmy towel) and started to go at myself like I knew what I wasdoing! Likewise with him. He didn’t say much. He obviouslyhadn’t had much public man to man contact and was kind ofshy. He would mainly look at his dick - a nice cut one with amushroom head that was at least two inches from tip to rimattached to another 5-6 inches of nice stiff polemeat. He’dglance over at me - another nice piece of meat if I do say so -and then back to himself. Me? I know what my dick looks like - Iwas looking at his! He started to pinch his nipple and I let himdo that for awhile then I decided to risk the moment and reachover to take his nipple in my own hands. He flinched a bit andlet me do it for a few minutes, then brushed my hand away. Fine.I leaned back and really started pounding my pud. He would watchthen look at himself. I was tempted to ask him if he wanted ablow - but was afraid that would really scare him off. We thenheard guys entering the locker room. It wouldn’t take themlong to undress and head to the showers - walking right by thesteam room door. So I started for the home stretch. Just as I was about ready to shoot- this guy walks by who looks a LOT like Pete Sampress(sp). Helooked through the door and then backed away FAST! That wasenough for me. I shot off with my partner’s eyes watchingevery spurt. It didn’t take him long to shoot mucho spooge.Neither one of us said a word as he wiped his mess up and headedfor the shower - not even giving himself a chance to deflate. Me?I had to wait a few minutes. He was out of the shower by the timeI got there and was almost dressed before I got dried off.Didn’t say a word as I watched him walk out. Will he do itagain the next time we see each other or just ignore me?

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