...Stepping into the steam room, I did a quick scan of the benches through foggy glasses. Empty. Good. I happily shuffled over to the bench nearest to the thermostat, climbed to the top shelf, and plopped down. First order of business: spray some cold water on the thermostat to trick it into heating the room some more. Done. Now I can relax. I loosened the towel on my loins, so it just laid on top of my junk and sat there, enjoying the heat. Damn good idea to have a steam room at the gym.
After a few minutes, I absent
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mindedly reached under the towel to reposition my jewels. The heat elevated my sensitivity, so I decided that there's no rush and my hand can stay there for a bit. I wasn't exactly jacking off, rather just gently touching and stroking. It wasn't enough for a full
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blown hard
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on, but some blood definitely started traveling in that general direction.
Just as I really got into enjoying myself, the door opened. Crap. Why does someone always have to barge in? I quickly pulled the hand out.
I took a quick look at the newcomer. Big guy, buff, clearly does weights. Shaved head. He walked over to the bench diagonal from me, pulled the towel off his waist, put it down and sat on it, manspreading comfortably. My presence didn't seem to preclude him from baring himself. I quickly pulled my eyes away and straight in front of me, not paying any attention to him.
...or that was the plan, anyway. Somehow I found that his presence, and nakedness, prevented me from minding my own business. My eyes kept wandering in his direction. I made sure my face is staring straight, but was throwing side looks at him. Especially some parts of him.
Between his legs lay a very sizable log. It was obviously rather steamy in the room, and my fogged
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up glasses didn't help, but I could definitely make out some significant thickness. And he wasn't even erect. Shaved down there, so everything very exposed. I continued "minding my own business" for a while, being very stealthy about throwing any glances in that direction.
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You can look, I don't mind,
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he said suddenly. His tone was matter-of-fact and chill
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not hostile, not overly friendly or flirty. I froze, not sure what to do, pretending I didn't hear.
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I know you've been checking it out.
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Same cool tone. Damn. Busted. I decided to face the music and looked openly.
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Well, you made it pretty hard not to,
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I said, half-defensively. There was a pause. He was looking at me, studying me. His cock may or may not have grown a little.
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Do you like it?
Uhhh. Ermm.
What am I supposed to even say? Should I just leave? I should probably leave.
I didn't leave.
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It's an impressive device.
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I shrugged, trying hard to signal that I am not at all in the business of liking or not liking cocks. His face continued to be calm, almost thoughtful.
Slowly, he got up. Grabbed his towel but didn't wrap himself into it. Instead, he walked over to where I was sitting, and stood right in front of me.
What the fuck?! We are in a public steam room? Hello?
I was trying to gather my wits, process the situation and decide what to do. His cock was now a few inches away from my face, and by now it
definitely
gained in length and weight. Still not a full hard
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