The Gym Exhibitionist and Me

When I was in my early 20’s I went on a regular basis to a local gym.  (I now wish I had kept it up. Hindsight!) There was another guy named Tony who had about my same schedule.  We were often at the gym at nearly the same time every other day.  Tony was probably in his late 40’s or early 50’s and was very well built but did not look overbuilt like some gym rats do.  He was 6’1” and weighed about 190 pounds of nearly pure muscle. He had almost no fat. Although his muscles were not over built, he had thick pecs, nicely built arms, trim, rippling abs and very well developed legs.  I often thought the ladies must really like the way he looked.  He had such a great build and a handsome face with Italian features.

We often finished our workouts at about the same time so we would head for the locker room at the same time.  I was always a bit jealous of Tony because at the time I was quite a bit overweight.  I was fairly strong due to working out every other day but I definitely had a thick layer of fat over most of my body.  I was also very jealous because of what he carried between his legs.  I was Mr. Average when erect but since I am a grower, I looked very small when flaccid.  Tony, on the other hand was a shower.  His thick dick was at least 5” long flaccid, thicker than most other guys in the gym, was circumcised and had a large mushroom shaped head.  His glorious looking cock protruded out from his body and hung over his quite large balls.  He was everything I wanted to be, but wasn’t.

Although Tony didn’t act overly impressed with himself and was never obnoxious around us other guys, he clearly was an exhibitionist.  He knew he had the body and genitals most of us guys wished we had and that most women would have wanted to experience.  When we hit the locker room together he would strip off his sweaty clothes, throw them in his locker and then he would pick up one of the small, workout-sized towels that normally were used to wipe the sweat off ourselves while on the gym floor.  It was much too small to wrap around anyone’s waste so it was clear that he had another purpose for choosing such a small towel to carry with him into the shower area.  

With his dick swinging from side to side, Tony walked naked to the shower stalls, placing the small towel on a hook outside the shower.  As he turned on his shower, he made no attempt to close the shower curtain.  After all, his only intention was to rinse the sweat off his body before strolling to sauna.  Once he had rinsed his body in the open shower, he again took hold of his tiny workout towel and walked the short distance to the sauna.  He stopped outside the sauna door and examined the heat controls.  Most days he turned the temperature up to increase the temperature of the already hot sauna interior.  He then opened the sauna door and climbed to the second highest wooden bench in preparation for him to sit on the top level.  

This is the point at which his exhibitionist show would really begin.  While holding his small towel by the upper corners, he would loudly snap the towel in front of him causing such a startling sound that all the other occupants of the sauna would jump to the sound, open their eyes and take notice of him.  He would then bend deeply at his waist causing his large glutes to separate so we all could inspect his hairy asshole. While allowing all of us to inspect his anus, he would lay the small towel on the hot wooden bench, turn and sit his well muscled ass on his small towel in preparation for him to enjoy his long, naked sweat. 

As I said before, Tony and I had approximately the same schedule every other day so we would finish our workouts at the same time, finish our quick post workout showers at the same time and then we would enter the sauna at nearly the same time.  

Tony would enter the sauna and sit on the left side of the room on the top level while I would follow him and sit on the right side on the second level.  This gave me a perfect sightline directly across from his manly, naked crotch.  He always sat with his legs splayed open as widely as possible so I had a perfect view of him while everyone else on my side of the sauna could also easily see his perfectly manscaped cock and balls.  His pubic hair above his cock was always tastefully trimmed while his dick and balls were shaved completely smooth. Since the sauna was so hot and since it had taken some time for him to go through his seating ritual, the heat had already caused his scrotum to relax and lengthen allowing his ample balls to sit on the bench just barely in front of his asshole.  The heat would have caused his perfectly round balls to sweat enough to leave a sweat pattern of his balls to be imprinted on the wooden seat just forward of his tiny towel.  The heat also caused the blood vessels in his long, thick cock to plump up and become obvious for all of us to see.

To this day I can still see him clearly as he sat on that top bench with his body on display to those of us who were “lucky enough” to be seated in his presence.  Let me try to give you a picture of him as he sat with his body on display.  His head and back were always leaning on the wall behind him.  His hands were placed just below his waist with his fingers forward and thumbs toward the back which caused his elbows to jut out to each side.  

From time to time he would press his hands into his body causing his biceps and triceps to bulge and his pecs to lift and thicken.  As I said before, his legs were almost always splayed so we could see how well endowed he was but he had a way to make his widely spread legs look natural.  You see, rarely were the balls of his feet and his heels flat on the floor in front of him.  Instead, the only part of his foot that touched the bench below him were the balls of his feet.  His toes pointed to the left and right so the flats of his heels could touch each other in the air directly above the balls of his feet.  If you drew a vertical line straight down from the mushroom head of his ample flaccid penis, the line would touch his heels.  The positioning of his feet required his knees to point out as widely as humanly possible.  So you see, it was just accidental that his knees were so widely splayed; or that could be his excuse if anyone confronted him about the way he sat, though of course, no one ever did.  His brown Italian cock and balls were just too perfect for any of us to complain about what we were seeing.

Tony had one other trick to give the impression that he had no idea what he was doing.  Remember, his back and head were always laid on the wooden wall behind him?  To show how innocent his body position was, his eyes were always closed as if he was innocently resting from his hard workout, totally unaware of the fact he was on complete display to the rest of us in the sauna.  If I’m honest about it, I always enjoyed his sauna exhibition because, due to his DNA and hard work in the gym he really was a beautiful man but at the same time, he pissed me off because he was so obviously demonstrating to the rest of us imperfect men what a wonderful representation he was of the perfect male specimen.   

Once the stifling, dry heat on the top bench of the sauna caused the sweat to begin to pour down Tony’s head, face and body he would begin another of his exhibitionist habits.  He would put his hands together and starting on his face, he would swoosh his thick layer of sweat down off his face, down over his thick, strong pecs and then down his rippled abs.  He’d then cross his arms over his chest so he could do the same movement down each of his strong arms.  He would then use one hand after the other to stroke the sweat down and off his manly dick and balls and finish removing his sweat by pushing the remaining sweat off his well-muscled quads. 

This entire procedure was performed with his head laid back on the wooden wall behind him with his eyes closed.  It was truly a sexy move and yet he looked completely innocent while doing it until the last second when his eyes would slightly open so he could look directly into my eyes.  This slight glance always embarrassed me because I knew I shouldn’t really be watching him and yet clearly this was exactly what he wanted me to do.  He repeated this entire process about every 4  to 5 minutes while roasting in the heat.  

At the end of each swoosh, Tony would use his right hand to lift his growing cock and stroke it several times to keep it gently growing.  At the end of 15 minutes or so he would have a seriously hard cock.  I remember his hard dick pointing straight up toward his navel and I could see pulsations of his blood filled manly cock.  Once completely hard he would only occasionally stroke the whole length of his cock.  Mostly he would just swirl his right index and middle finger around what remained of his frenulum.  Even though he was just “resting,” his face could not hide the massive amount of pleasure he was giving himself and from time to time his dick would bounce over his navel.

Those of us who were in the sauna with Tony could not help but stroke our own hard cocks underneath our towels and occasionally, depending who was in the oven with us, we would uncover our cocks for a few wonderful unencumbered strokes of our own.  I was usually able to keep control over my desire to cum but I must admit, there were a few times when I lost control and shot into my towel.  After all, I was in my 20’s when control was not my strong suit.  I’m sure some of the other guys did as well but they were never my focus.

Finally, after having stayed as long as he could on the top shelf of the sauna, he would swoosh his sweat one last time, give his cock a few strong strokes.  He would then fully open his eyes, stand and retrieve his tiny towel, step down to the floor and as he opened the sauna door say to the few of us who had made it through his entire show, “Until next time, gentlemen.”  Those were the only words I ever heard him utter.

Of course we all desperately needed to get out of the heat so we quickly followed Tony to the showers.  I’m sure most of the other guys did exactly what I did and began jerking off as soon as we were in the safety of our shower stalls.  If I happened to get the stall directly across from Tony he would “accidentally” leave his shower curtain partially open and I would do the same.  As we watched each other we would stroke our cocks faster and faster to try to cum at the same time.  I don’t know about his but often my legs were so weak from staying in that unbelievably hot heat for so long while covering my hard erection, it was difficult for me to remain standing.  From time to time I would intentionally go into the handicapped stall so I could lower the seat and sit there while I stroked.  I can still feel myself scooting forward enough on that white seat so my balls could hang off the front.  I would caress my balls with my left hand and stroke my dick with my right.  Oh how wonderful that felt.  Cool water running over my body, soap suds acting as lubricant and my hands doing their important duty of giving me tremendous pleasure.  After only a short while I felt that glorious feeing of my cum pumping out of my super hard cock and hitting the wall in front of me.  

Since Tony and I had nearly the same daily schedule, it was rare for this not to occur. What great memories Tony gave me.  I can still experience the pleasure of those memories some 46 years later.  Although neither of us ever touched the other, we both gave the other great pleasure.  Thanks Tony.  I hope you are still out there somewhere displaying what I’m sure is still a great body and giving yourself fantastic orgasms just as you did for both of us so many years ago.