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University Shower Room

Carl Chapman

    After work, I often walk to the university pool to swim a few laps and then visit the dry sauna to calm down. Now I didn’t know anything special about this sauna other than it’s a sauna for men only; however, today I was about to learn something I never expected to learn, and I was going to learn it first-hand.
    I’m not an overly large guy, I stand about five foot seven and weigh about one hundred and forty pounds, but I am slightly toned from my constant swimming. While I’m in the sauna, relaxing and lying on my back with my eyes closed, I hear others come in, so I sit up to make room. There are several men in there now and I happen to look across from me at a big well-muscled African American man who has a rather large member. I try not to notice, but when naked it’s hard not to see such things when they are right across and in front of you. After a moment, I notice that he’s periodically running his hand under this member, making it gradually extend even further.
    At this moment, part of me is a bit alarmed since he seems to be subtly stroking himself, and a similar part of my body is beginning to respond to this motion, which is a new experience for me. This is my first inkling that perhaps I have an interest in men as well as women. Up to this time, I’ve never had any experience with men sexually. Yes, I’ve seen men naked in the shower room, but I always did my best not to notice. Well, this I noticed.
    Feeling a tad unsteady, I decide to leave, and I pick up my towel and wrap it around me, trying my best to hide my erection. I walk to the staff and faculty shower room, which is separate from the student showers.
    While in the shower room, soaping up, I hear the entrance door open and close, and as I glance over to see who’s there, just outside the shower room, standing on the wet marble floor, is a tall thin pale red headed naked man, staring at me, with his hard member lodged firmly in his right hand. He’s masturbating, in all his glory, right there in front of me and anyone else who might enter. He’s going full tilt at it and I must say, he’s impressive in size. His circumcised member must be about seven or eight inches long, and he’s shaved down there as well, which makes it look even larger, and I’m not sure if it’s even fully erect yet and can get even longer or thicker.
    I have no idea what to do. I didn’t see him when I was in the sauna so I can’t figure out just where he came from, yet that must have been where he first saw me, and I guess he then followed me in here, and obviously from his rather excited demeanor, for sex. My mind goes a bit fuzzy because I find that I’m drawn to the idea of having sex with this man, even though I’ve never done it with a man and didn’t enter the shower or the sauna for that purpose.
    Part of me wants to invite him in, and part of me realizes where I am, in the employee shower room at the same school where I work and take classes, and the risks involved should we get caught. I can’t help but tell myself that this is nuts. How in the world can anyone think we could have open sex in here of all places?
    I decided to just ignore him. So, I turn my back on him, which now in retrospect might not have been the best move since I’m now giving him a perfect view of my ass, thus giving him the opportunity to come up behind me and insert that long member of his that he’s giving so much attention to now.
    Oddly enough, I realize that what I fear is exactly what I’m hoping he will do. I’m hoping he will come up behind me and take control. I can’t explain what the hell is happening in my mind, but that’s exactly what I’m hoping will happen. If he initiated sex right now, I’d comply whole heartedly. I know I would, as does my now fully erect member, which fortunately or perhaps unfortunately, depending on your point of view, he can’t see.
    After a moment, I hear the door close and turn back and he’s gone. I guess this was his form of a not-so-subtle invitation, and I didn’t take him up on it. Maybe he expected me to embrace him and have sex right there on the marble floor. Sexual freedom and exhibition at its finest.
    But nothing happened. I didn’t give him a go signal. I didn’t smile at him and beckon him. I just turned away and guessed, or possibly hoped, that he’d leave, and he did. Part of me was relieved, yet another part of me wasn’t. I wanted to do it, but my fear of exposure, not gay sex, stopped me.
    I read in the university paper that the sauna was apparently a gay hangout to get picked up and have sex. Now everything that happened there fell into place. If I had known that going in, perhaps I wouldn’t have been taken so aback, and might have even allowed the stranger full access to not only the situation but to me. Oh well, maybe next time. At least I learned something new about myself from this experience. Something very liberating.

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