Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2013 14:57:19 -0800 (PST) From: Anthony Palazzo Subject: How I Spent My Vacation How I Spent My Vacation Well, you know how the holidays are. Decorating and shopping. Visiting and parties. Nice, in a way, but whew, makes you tense and stressed, know what I mean? Had to get to the gym for a workout and some relaxation. Over to my friendly local gym, on to my machines, and through my routine. And then into the showers. Let's look around. Hmm, some nice stuff, a few familiar faces (and bods) and some interesting new ones. The weightlifter with the nice tits and the scar from a removed tattoo on his upper arm, is scrubbing his cock at the corner showerhead. All ages, all types represented. Steam room time. Wow. Really crowded today. Everybody trying to fit in some gym time before the holidays. Guys of all shapes sitting around. Some in swimtrunks, some with towels, and some nude. At this gym there is sometimes overt sexplay in the steamroom, especially during off-times, like late morning, early afternoon. Today, however, the place seems to be entirely too busy to look forward to any fun. Oh, well, sit back and enjoy the scenery. But wait, within a few minutes, the place is clearing out. Maybe a lot of swimmers took a bit of steam after their swim, and are now heading out to beat the traffic home. That's fine. I get a seat, and look around. One guy looks over and casually scratches the area above his dick. I make a similar gesture with a little smile. He is very hairy, stocky in build, and in his early fifties, I would judge. Steam room getting too hot; out to the showers. On my way out, I see a familiar guy entering the steam room; a guy who I have seen several times before. He is, I think, a homophobe. He is always very serious in facial expression, never smiles. He has never looked at me or greeted me, in fact I've never seen him meet anyone's eyes. He has a very slim, muscled body with a light coating of dark hair. He has a mustache and always wears a very small tight swimsuit, bi-colored with horizontal stripes. Several weeks ago he removed his suit, and was standing outside the shower area, cooling off or resting before returning to the steam room. I couldn't help but stare at his gorgeous, small, muscled, hairy butt. He is not young, maybe early fifties. He has a nice, long cock. It is thick and cut. He never touches it. He looked over in my direction that time when he noticed me looking, but didn't look at me directly. He went back into the steam room, and a bit later I followed. I sat on a seat near him, and casually touched my dick. He immediately got up, left the room, and turned the steam on full blast. Returning to the room, he had a pissed-off look on his face. Uh-oh, better be more careful. That one likely hates gays and turns on the steam to its max setting to chase guys who are hanging out with prurient pleasure in mind. So that was then. I have seen him go out to put the steam setting to maximum level several times since, and it always drives several guys to leave the room. Today on my second visit to the steam room, I stand against the wall, near the door. Slim Muscles comes into the room and stands in front of me and over to the side. After a few minutes, he gradually moves over toward me, and backs up a little brushing me slightly. I am naked with the start of a hard-on. What's going on here? Hmm, guess he's not a homophobe after all. Well, let's just find out. So I move over a bit and rock forward, letting my dick touch his leg for a moment. He immediately presses back into me. The room is full of steam, can't see more than a few feet in front of you. There are maybe four or five other guys still in the room, sitting on tile benches, but not clearly visible. From time to time, someone will enter or leave. I look down and start to get stiff looking at the lovely butt in front of me, an ass to die for, and it is periodically pressing into my crotch. I have a bathing suit slung on my shoulder and can cover up quickly if it should become necessary. I quickly lift my prick up so that it is facing the ceiling, and I lay it on Slim's ass crack. We begin a slow, delicious dry hump. I am standing on my tippy toes, since Slim is a few inches taller than I. He bends his knees a bit to help the situation. A guy leaving the room glances over toward us, and we quickly separate. Another guy, who was sitting on a bench, walks over toward us. He is wearing a towel, and is in his thirties, balding fair hair, bearded, cute. He is very interested in what we are doing. I am a bit scared of this new development but too horny to step away. Then the guy who left earlier returns and hangs out near the door looking our way. It seems that Slim Muscles and I are becoming today's main voyeur attraction. Cool. Makes me a little nervous but I am also enjoying it. I have needed this for so long. I feel Slim's lovely ass pressing against my now almost fully erect cock, and I look down to make a visual recording. It is a shocking and memorable sight. Slim has lowered his bathing suit and my dick is pressing against his naked ass. In fact I see the tip of my dick starting to dip between the asscheeks. I quickly remove it from that dangerous position and again place it in a vertical position facing up. I rub up and down Slim's asscrack, his butt wet with dark sweaty hair, and his cheeks flexed. Heaven. The young guy in the towel standing in front and to the side of us, now squats down to get a better look. Does he think that we are actually fucking in a public steam room? And without a condom? He crooks his neck to look between Slim's legs. This is getting to be too much. I really don't want to spend tonight in jail. I am thinking that I should leave the steam room. I look down again, and with some alarm I notice Slim's hand beginning to move down in the direction of my dick. Is he nuts enough to direct my cock into his butt hole? We will never find out, because this guy has had years of training in getting out of tight situations, and I am out of there. Out of the steam room, my bathing suit held in front of my half hard dick, I head toward the closest, smaller shower room. This is the shower room that seems to be most used by gays. A larger room is next door, a room in which there is quite a bit of posing, but little to no action, by my observation. The smaller shower room however, is something else again. There, a Papa who is deprived, horny and frustrated might just meet a helpful friend. And sure enough, there is smiling Elliot under the first showerhead of the smallish room. Elliot is the very hairy, fiftyish guy who scratched his cock for me in the steam room earlier. Remember him? I take the shower next to him, and we are on the same horny wavelength. A blond guy with a double gold chain is shaving his balls with a disposable razor. He finishes up and leaves. Elliot turns his back to me, and brushes his hand against my leg. I return the contact, and before you can say happy holiday Elliot has my dick in his hand providing an expert and much needed hand job. He jerks himself with his other hand. I reach around to help him out. He starts to breathe heavily. Guess it has been a while for him too. We hear the door from the steam room open noisily, and separate. "Ah, ha, ha, I saw that," said a jovial newcomer, waving a finger at Elliot. He is chubby, fair, smooth and is wearing a gold chain around his neck. The new shower room guy is apparently an acquaintance of Elliot. I have turned to face the wall, but he walks to a position where he can see the front of my body. "I can smell a hard dick a mile away," he stage whispers to me. Elliot and I ignore him, soaping our most uninteresting parts languidly. He drifts away and out of the room, which is our cue to resume our carrying on. I about lost my boner, but Elliot was stiff again in no time. Reaching around his belly I begin to play with his dick. It is of average size with a big round head. Elliot has nice, squishy, low-hanging balls. When I am as hot as Elliot is, my balls rise up tight against my body, so this is an interesting difference for me to observe and contemplate. While contemplating, I vigorously and wetly whack off Elliot who soon delivers three nice splashes of cum. He courteously resumes jerking me, and excited by his excitement, I follow him quickly, adding a few additional ounces of jism to the gym's plumbing system. The next day I still had a refreshed, relaxed smile, brought about by Elliot's ministrations. Now I am ready for the holidays, I thought. But these fucking muscle cramps in my calves are killing me. A result from standing on tip toes for so long. "That's what you get for dry humping those big dudes, Papa," I remind myself.