Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2018 06:19:52 +0300 From: Grayhair99 Subject: JOCK IN THE STEAM ROOM This story happened a few years ago in Midwest and depicts MM oral sex. If reading such type of story is illegal, where you reside or you are not at least 18 years of age, please read at your own risk. This work is the property of the author and should not be re-posted or reproduced without his permission. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ JOCK IN THE STEAM ROOM Bt Grayhair99 After working out in the gym I returned to the locker room and decided to warm up in the steam room before I took a shower. When I entered there was only one man sitting on the upper shelf with a towel wrapped around his waist. My towel also covered me. We exchanged glances and I sat down on the second tier of another ledge at an angle to where he was sitting. There was not much steam in the room and we again exchanged random glances. Sizing up my neighbor, I saw that he was a young man about 22-23 years old, with short blond hair and a round boyish face. For his medium size, he looked like a real jock with bulging muscles on his arms, broad breasts, 6-pack abs, and muscular thighs. It was quite clear that this was a typical jock relaxing his muscles. The young man was sitting with his elbows on his knees. After a random glance in my direction, he slid one of his hands along the inner part of his thigh right up to his crotch and squeezed the bulge underneath it. Then he stood up and I saw through the glass door that he was heading to a shower stall near the sauna. After a few minutes I also decided to take a shower and headed in the same direction to a shower stall directly facing the one my sauna neighbor was using, although all the other stalls were empty. To my great surprise, I saw that the stall's glass door was wide open and water was pouring on the body of my muscular neighbor standing with his back to the door. I turned on the water and left my door open as well. (This is very unusual for people showering in our fitness club - usually they shower behind closed doors). After rinsing my body (5'7", 185 - still good shape for my 60+ yo) from head to toes I put some liquid soap from the dispenser on my palm and, facing the door, began to rub it on my body. The young man in the stall opposite me turned to face me and did the same - lathered his body with soap. However, the movements of his hands along his body were very gentle and suggestive. It seemed more as if he was caressing his body. He slowly and tenderly stroked the muscles on his chest, then on his stomach, slid his hand down and lightly squeezed his cock. Then, bending over slightly, he patted the muscles on his muscular legs. Periodically he threw back his head, closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his open mouth. With his relaxed figure and caresses along all the parts of his body it seemed he was turned on by, and enjoyed, touching his body. Opening his eyes from time to time he glanced toward me as if to show me that he was doing all of this not only for his own pleasure but also to satisfy my curiosity deriving enjoyment from admiring his body. He turned off the water in his shower stall, wrapped a towel around himself and went back to the steam room. After waiting a short time I followed him. He was sitting in the same spot with his legs apart. His towel was wrapped around his groin, only symbolically covering what was between his legs. Being rather sociable, I uttered some words of praise about his fit athletic body. He thanked me with a broad smile and as if to continue the exchange began to talk about how many hours he trained in the gym almost daily. Then about college and the lack of free time and friends. I continued the conversation by asking questions to which he willingly responded. Then I suddenly got bolder and asked him if I could touch his amazing muscles. He agreed and I began to squeeze with my fingers in turn his biceps, describing them verbally: 'hard as iron'. I told him that it would be very amusing for me if he could flex his large pecs. With evident pleasure he proudly demonstrated how he could twitch his muscles on each side separately and then both sides together. I was ecstatic and told him it was time for him to enter a competition on stage. He broke out in a broad smile and allowed me to squeeze his pecs with my palms. Then I slid my hands down to his abs. I stroked each ripple of his six-pack in turn and praised their suppleness. Of course, I wanted to continue my examination of his anatomy so I asked permission to touch his leg muscles. With obvious pleasure he stretched out one leg and let me touch it from the sole almost up to his groin. On the second leg I was even bolder - my hand not only reached his groin but also touched his dangling testicles. This did not bother him at all and served as a stimulus for me to linger at the main object of this part of his body - his cock. I placed this still soft organ in my palm and gently squeezed it with my fingers. The young man looked me in the eye without saying a word, but by nodding his head toward his groin, he made it clear that he wanted me to continue more energetically. With my free hand I removed his towel and continued to actively "massage" his cock that was gradually stiffening in my hand. Alternately squeezing it with my palm and moving my hand up and down I made his cock reach its maximum size -average in length and girth, but not inferior to his other muscles in hardness. We exchanged glances and a radiant smile appeared in his eyes. Then, as if accidently, he placed his hand on my head and gently pressed against it directing it downwards. Without any doubt I acquiesced, almost immediately made a large "O" with my lips and went down on this column. My technique in pleasing this organ was the cause of his sighs and moans - and then a shudder along his entire body.... Our encounter ended with a single question: how often do I come to this club? Although I come here often, we never saw each other again. +++++++++++++++++++++++ I am very thankful to santaferomantic(dot)tumblr(dot)com for the artistic translation and encourage to publish the story. Wanna chat about the story or common interests? Visit my blog grayhair99(dot)tumblr(dot)com +++++++++++++++++++++++ If you want to continue to read wonderful stories and to live the site longer, please consider to donate to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html