Josh:
"Do you think I should talk to Adam?" I asked Corey, who was sitting at the reception, scrolling his phone absentmindedly.
"Huh? What did you say?" Corey looked up, confused. "I hear Adam, what did that fucker do this time?"
"He didn't do anything! I'm saying maybe I should stop ignoring him..."
"He fucking cheated on you! You should be ignoring him!"
"He didn't cheat on me, we were never together..." I sighed, "I just miss him, I miss talking to him so much."
"Stop that, why are you doing this to yourself? He picked his partner, not you! You need to get over him!"
"But...he sounded sincere when he tried to apologize..."
"Why are you still defending him? You should be the one angry at him, not me! Fuck, now I'm angry!"
"I can't help it...I can't stop thinking about him..."
"You need to find someone to fuck around with to distract yourself. Go on Tinder, or Grindr, or whatever. Go wild and have fun!"
Perhaps Corey is right. Adam made his choice, so why am I still dwelling on it? People have rebound sex all the time, so why can't I? Fuck! Maybe I should've fucked Caleb, well...I did fuck him, and it ended badly, but we talked it out...and I still didn't fuck him. Same with Vinny, the sex is great, but it just didn't feel the same with Adam, I feel connected to him, we understand each other, and...I'm in love with him. You can't just forget someone you love. Maybe I should find a stranger, no strings attached, it'll be better than Caleb and Vinny, there were too many emotions involved...
I sighed again, I needed to refocus and stop whining. "I'll go take a cold shower." I said to Corey and headed to the locker room. It was early in the morning, the locker room was mostly empty, with a few men getting an early work out before work. I knew most of them, regulars who showed up everyday, but one caught my eyes, someone new who I didn't recognize.
I slowly stripped my clothes off, and stole a few glances at him. I wasn't the type who likes to spy on people, but I couldn't help myself, mostly because of the similarity between him and Adam. To be frank, you could easily distinguish between those two, but as my mind was clouded with my memories of Adam, I was grasping for any hints of similarities. The man was younger, around mid 20s, he had short reddish brown hair, a little more brown than Adam, and he had a thick beard, probably what drew my attention in the first place. He was shorter than Adam, he had a stocky build, thicker and more fat around his belly, his body was sparingly covered with hair, denser between his huge pecs, and down to his untrimmed pubes. My gaze followed, stopping at his private area. His dick wasn't the most impressive, he could be a shower, a 3 inch cock resided within his bush, however, he had a pair of round weighty balls hanging below, swinging and slapping his thick thighs as he walked.
I stared for slightly too long before catching myself, I quickly looked up and looked away, and as I turned my head, at the corner of my eyes, the man was staring back at me, grinning.
Did he see me staring? Damn it! I fucking work here, I need to be more professional! He is hot though, he looks like Adam...you are fucking hopeless, Josh, all you can think of is Adam, not every redhead is him! Aghh...I'm getting hard gawking at a random stranger in the locker room, I really need to get laid. Why am I becoming insatiable nowadays, I survived for years without fucking anybody, so why...? It's Adam, it all started because of Adam...I need my life back, Corey is right, I should just fuck anybody until I'm over him...maybe this guy is the perfect choice, I'm horny for him, and we don't know each other, perfect! But is he even interested? He was smiling at me right? He didn't seem disgusted why he caught me, maybe...
My thought process stopped when I noticed the man moved. He was still grinning, looking directly at me, he swung his towel over his shoulder and walked towards me. I gulped, my heart was pounding fast, I didn't know what to do. My cock was semi erected, hidden under my towel wrapped around my waist, I was most certain he could see it throbbed under the towel. The man approached, getting closer and closer, and as I was wondering if I should say something, he walked past me, his arms brushing mine, nudging me with his shoulder. I turned around, with slight disappointment, I watched him walking away as I ogled his strong back and jiggling butt. The man kept going, and soon he reached a glass door, the entrance of the sauna. He opened the door and entered the sauna, and as he closed the door behind him, there was the coy smile again, as he looked directly at me, before disappearing behind the door.
What the fuck was that? Is he mad at me? No...I think he's inviting me to join him in the sauna...that has to be it, he's interested in me, that's how it goes in porn...Am I overthinking this? Fuck! Why am I so nervous? Just go in there and see where it goes, what's the harm in it? Well...he could punch me, like what Paul did before...but this is different right? I can't take it! I'm so horny right now, I'll take my chance...
I took a deep breath, and sauntered to the sauna, stopping at the door. I took a peek inside, attempting to assess the situation before going in, but unfortunately all the steam was fogging up the room and the door. I could almost hear my beating heart as I pushed the glass door open with my shaking hands, feeling the hot steam meeting my bare skin, I stepped into the sauna.
I was familiar with the layout of the room, given I had been working here for years. It wasn't big, it had benches on all three sides that could hold at most 10 people, and through all the steam I could make out the silhouette of the two men sitting opposite on my left and right side. If there was only the redhead I followed in here, perhaps there was a small chance I would sit down next to him, but with another person in here, there was only one option for me. I closed the door behind me and walked to the end, sitting down on the only empty bench.
I should be relaxing, that was what a sauna was for, but my whole body was tense as I nervously sat there, planning my next move.
Should I initiate? Like touching our knees to show interest? No no no, that's too forward, and I don't even know who's who in here. I'll be in big trouble if I touch the wrong guy...Maybe I should introduce myself, will that be weird? I mean, I have no idea who that guy is, I should at least learn his name before doing anything with him, right? But...I don't want to get to know him, the less I know about him the better, I can just pretend his name is Adam...No, that's not what I'm here for, I'm supposed to forget about him...Fuck! I'm so conflicted....
I was lost in my thoughts when the room gradually cooled down, the steam slowly faded away as we sat in silence. I finally looked around, observing my surroundings, the steam was thin enough to see more details, so naturally I checked the two guys out. I turned to my right first, and I immediately knew that wasn't the man I followed. He was around my age, in his 30s, and he was lean and tall. He was definitely fit, his muscles were compact, defined, and there wasn't a spot of hair on his body, even his pubes were cleanly shaved. He was laying back, his head resting on the upper layer of the bench, his towel neatly folded resting on his head, covering his eyes.
Although the guy was attractive, I quickly turned to my left to find the guy I was looking for, and I wasn't disappointed. Sitting on the bench was the redhead, his towel was placed under his ass, while his legs were spread wide as he leaned back. He was staring at me, doing exactly the same as I was, he smiled as he noticed my gaze. He casually stretched his arms out, displaying his body, I could see his cock slowly rise up.
I kept on ogling, and he seemingly enjoyed the admiration. He began to scratch his chests, his finger brushing through his chest hair, wiping on his sweaty pecs. He then reached for his nipples, lightly pinching at them, rubbing and twitching them, and his cock showed the effect of his action. It was at full mast, all 3 inches of it was pointing up, pulsing as he pleasure himself.