One of These Days ...
           Episode I:  It's not the Suit, Its the Man
                       By:  Scott Banning

I grabbed the gym bag out of the bed of the pick-up truck and
walked briskly through the harsh mid-west cold toward the door of
the spa.  I was unprepared for the cold wind blowing off of the
lake and against my bare arms exposed by the _Body Connection_
muscle shirt I wore.  When I got through the frosted doors
bearing the _Body Connection_ logo, I was surprised to find a
commotion at the front desk; I heard Ian grumble as he brushed
past, "Who let the fish in?".  I was surprised to hear him
talking about a girl because, since Dave had re-opened the
abandoned _Body Connection Spa_ a year ago, it had developed an
all-male, predominately (if not exclusively) gay membership.  I
elbowed my way to the front of the crowd and saw that the stir
was being caused by the rather cute, petite blond.  Her jeans fit
her nice ass snugly, and her hair in its new page-boy flattered
her face immensely.  If she wasn't my cousin, and if I was not
definitely dedicated to the pursuit of other men I might would
have tried to take her out (and I wouldn't be the first queer to
date her or even to marry her).  Most of the members were
surprised to see her - Salem's answer to Oprah - talking to the
assistant manager.

"You see", she said, "we want to showcase `Salem's homosexual-
establishments-and-the-men-who-love-them' on the next _Jennifer
Deveraux Show_".

Jennifer's co-host, Austin Reed, leaned against one of the
support columns that was decoratively enhanced by those neon
sculptures you tend to find all over towns like Salem, Port
Charles, and Bay City.  He was fidgeting a little nervously,
which made that rugged man/boy all the more adorable.

"Well I'm sorry", the manager told Jennifer, "you'll have to talk
to the owner about that and he is at the _Wings_ Grand Re-Opening
tonight."

Jennifer pouted and whined, "But now I don't have a guest for my
show because I am so upset about my husband Jack leaving for no
apparent reason, and I don't know what to do!"

I guess Jennifer didn't know that Dave, the spa's owner, had
finally purchased the nightclub where he had waited tables nearly
his entire life.  Although he was keeping the downstairs open as
a "straight" resturant/club, he was re-opening the two ballrooms
upstairs as a gay bar called "Doug's New Place (by the Lake)",
and a lesbian bar called the "In a Coma Again Lounge".

Jennifer would have continued to whine and plead with the
assistant manager, but Austin took her by the elbow and said in
his deep voice "Come on Jen, we'll go do another location shot at
_Salem Place_".  (Oh yeah Austin, I thought, when in doubt go to
the mall.)

As Austin and Jen brushed past me, I felt like Austin was holding
my gaze, and I almost thought he had winked, but I'm sure it was
just my imagination.

I went downstairs to the sprawling locker room, peeled my levi's
off and pulled on the high-cut running shorts that I work out in.
As I was leaving, I tugged at the pouch of my jock to adjust it
for comfort.  I caught sight of my reflection as I walked past
the mirror, and stopped to brush my curly blond hair back from my
eyes.  I admired my hard smooth body; this work-out program was
good for me.  If I kept seeing these results, I would have to go
to _Ballistics_ for a whole new wardrobe.

Upstairs I found my buddy Ian.  As usual we spotted each other.
Ian straddled my head as he prepared to assist with the bench
press if I needed.  While I lifted the weights, I stared up into
his crouch I noticed that one of his hairy balls had worked it's
way out from the elastic band of his tight white Calvin's.
Hell, I wish I knew if Ian were interested in me.  Ian, was
almost the spitting image of Troy Aikman (you never know,
everyone in this town seems to have an evil twin he just might be
ol' Troy's)  I thought I could fall in love with him and his
tight abs, big arms, and long, slender, uncut cock.  Somehow I
never managed to get closer to him than this though.

After, I finished my work out I went back down to the lockers,
shucked my clothes, and slid nude into the warm surging waters of
the hot-tub.  The place was empty.  I guess everyone had gone to
get good tables at the _Wings_ re-opening.  There was some Drag
Queen coming in to impersonate that pop singer turned actress
Liz Chandler Dimera Courtney Craig Curtis, but I wasn't going to
go - give me the real Liz or no Liz at all!

Since no one was around I arched my back out of the water, made a
fist and began to stroke my engorging penis up and down.  I was
proud of my dick.  It wasn't real long, but it was fat; and, I
loved to work my foreskin back and forth over its head.  A couple
of times after a good limber workout I had gone into the steam
room and managed to get my mouth down around my own meat.  God,
it sure feels exotic to get your mouth on your own cock - taste
it and feel it.  And boy had I learned just how to work another
man's dick by tongueing my own.  A slamming locker door
interrupted my thoughts and I quickly dropped back into the
churning water.  Dave strongly discouraged things like that in
the locker room.  He didn't want the _Body Connection_ to become
the "Salem Baths".  Yet wouldn't he and the ex-nun who was still
a silent (long distance) partner in the club just die if they
knew some of the things that occasionally went on down around the
warm steamy showers, tubs, and saunas.

I heard the man in the locker room stride slowly back toward the
wet room and I wondered if Ian was still around.  I thought he
might come back to this area and parade is cock through the
showers.  I had noticed before that it just swung back and forth
slapping his muscled thighs when he walked around in the buff.
If I was lucky, he might come back and lather up his smooth firm
body, and work his soapy dick up to a nice long erection.  I
heard the man come back into the wet area, but I leaned my head
back against the back of the tub; and closed my eyes.  "Surprise
me!", I thought.

I heard the slight splashing as he stepped into the hot tub.  And
then I heard him say.  "Hi man.  Mind if I join you for a soak?"

I opened my eyes, and was staring into his deep blue ones.  His
hair fell in that irresistible thick wave down to his eyes.  He
smiled is crooked grin at me and waited for me to answer.  He
leaned his weight on one foot and I could make out a nice package
under is swim trunks.

"Well, sure Austin sit down -- I thought you went to the mall
with Jennifer."

"Well yeah, but she was moping around over Jack and we weren't
getting anything done so I told her to go home we'll run another
repeat for this episode."  He smiled at me and stuck out his hand
which I took and shook firmly.  "I'm Austin, but I guess you
know me from Jennifer's show", he said.

"Yeah, I'm Scott, Jennifer's my second or third cousin."  We
looked at each other for a while.  The foamy water bubbled
against his firm nicely carpeted chest.  I could not believe I
was actually sitting here with this tough guy, who all of Salem
wanted.  "Surprised to see you here."  I said.

"Yeah man, I just wanted to relax and stay out of my roommate's
hair.  He and this chick have been carrying on in the apartment
for some time.  I can't believe it, the girl is his brother's
wife, and I think they're only studying for the MCAT, but still
the way they look at each other..." his voice trailed off.

"I guess you know what kind of health club this is since you and
Jennifer were here for that show?"

"Sure man, I just wanted to relax; and this seems like a good
clean club."

We sat silent for a few minutes.  The timer on the tub shut off,
and I realized that Austin could see my stiff cock now that the
bubbles were gone.  I don't think he looked, but he might have.
I was embarrassed to get up and restart the jets, but he caught
on and stood up, walked over to the side of the tub and stretched
over to reset the timer.  His white trunks clung to his ass and I
could see the outline of his round butt held tight by the straps
of his jockstrap.  Austin sat back down and grinned this sexy
come-and-get-it grin.  I would have thought he was teasing me if,
he hadn't practically patented that "fuck-me" look.

I felt like I should say something.  "Are you still dating
Carrie Brady?" I asked.

"Well yeah," he answered, "but things have really changed.  Heck
man, I really haven't *dated* anyone for months.  I know I love
her, but I've always felt like I was missing something..."  He
looked away, and then looked back, "...missing something hard".

Then, he lifted his hips and slid out of his trunks tossing them
to the floor beside the tub.  I wondered what would follow, but
not for long.  He threw his wet jock out.  The water lapped his
furry tits and he stared at me.  He moved closer still, holding
my eyes in his and I felt a jolt as is rough hand slid over my
knee.

I was sitting here, in a jacuzzi, nude, with Austin Reed, nude,
working his hands up my thighs...