A Gay Fantasy                         
			by Steve Jensen                        
		Rusty & Edies BBS                         (216) 726-7620 
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I am a fairly straight, normal guy in his mid-30's who really doesn't
do a lot out of the norm.  I have a wife, kids, mortgage, and had
always considered myself pretty much the stereotype of a young urban
professional.  I even belong to a fairly exclusive health club that I
visit three nights a week.  I thought I knew everything about myself --
until last week.

It was getting late - close to 11 PM - and just about everyone had left
the gym.  Even though it was open all night, I found it almost vacant
on weekday nights and this one was no exception.  I had finished a
vigorous workout and was relaxing in the sauna when a young boy
entered.  He was about 16 years old.  I had noticed him earlier on the
gym floor working out with the rowing machine.

He hadn't been coming to the gym long and I could tell by the way he
used the equipment that he was still learning.  He was a slender boy, a
very proportionate build.  I thought to myself that if working out was
to do anything for him it would be to tone that fantastic body.

As he entered the sauna, he casually brushed a lock of his long
shoulder-length brown hair from his eyes.  "How's it going," he
asked."Great," I responded.  We made some small talk -- he told me he
was a junior in high school -- his brother was a member of the gym and
had let him use his card while he was out of town.

Usually, strangers in the club were reluctant to strike up conversation
and I welcomed having someone to talk to as I spent my usual time in
the sauna.  The boy, his name was Mike, continued to relate little bits
of information about himself.  The more I talked to him, I realized
that he must be one of the teenage heartthrobs of the local high
school.  He had dimples that made themselves apparent each time he
smiled.  His eyes were always casting a warm, friendly glow.  I found
myself really liking this kid the more I talked to him.

After about ten minutes in the dry sauna, Mike's t-shirt was soaked
with sweat.  He slipped it up over his head, revealing a well-built,
hairless torso and flat stomach.  I was beginning to get confused by my
attraction to Mike.  I had never felt anything sexual for another male
before, but I kept feeling that familiar tingling deep in my groin just
like what I felt when I was closing in on a desirable female.  In a way
the feeling disgusted me, but in another it caused me to experience an
immense excitement like nothing I had ever felt before.

I wondered to myself if Mike was going to shower and if I was going to
catch a glimpse of the rest of that fantastic boyish body of his.   I
couldn't believe I was thinking this.  Standing up I announced, "Well,
guess it's time to hit the showers!"

I was hoping inside that he would follow.  Instead he cheerfully
responded "Nice talking to ya!" It was late.  I had thought about
waiting to see what he did, maybe if he went in first I could follow
him and watch him.  But I yielded to the practical side of what I was
feeling and decided to call it a day.  Besides, he may not even go in
the showers.  Then I would get home after midnight for nothing.

The warm water felt great cascading over my back.  I had all but forgot
about Mike and the bizarre feelings that I had experienced.  Then he
entered the shower.  He was still wearing his mid-thigh length bathing
trunks -- a lot of the guys showered in their trunks and then changed
back at their locker.  I was wondering if Mike would be doing this when
he turned and slipped the trunks down and stepped out of them.  His
jockey shorts remained underneath,and now soaking wet, had become
almost transparent.  Through them, I could see the vivid outline of his
young cock and the patch of dark pubic hair above it.

He was facing away from me when he slipped the shorts off too -- I was
mystified by a full view of his round hairless buns.  They were more
perfect then any girl's ass I had ever seen.  I felt the guilt that I
was experiencing give way to a brand new wave of excitement as I stood,
naked, alone in a shower with the most beautiful teenage boy I had ever
seen.

For quite some time Mike showered with his back to me.  I enjoyed the
sight of his bare butt so much that I didn't notice that I had
continued to soap my crotch so much that I was developing an erection.
Mike turned and I got my first unobstructed frontal view of the boy.
He had a nicely sized, thick circumcised cock and just enough pubic
hair to signify his adolescence.  I know he saw me looking at him and I
caught him glance at my cock, now beginning to stiffen.  He started his
friendly small talk again.

"I like it when the water has more pressure," he said.

"I agree with you," I responded.  

"I think it is because both showers are going.  It is really strong
with just one."

Mike turned his shower off.  "Is that better?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah," I replied.  "Much better."  

I was beginning to regret having said anything about the pressure as I
thought it would draw this encounter to a close.  Then Mike joined me
under my shower."Guess we can share," he said, smiling.

For a few minutes he stood, his back to me, and washed himself down.  I
watched every move from close up.  I became overwhelmed when he
accidentally backed up and my cock brushed against his bare butt.
"Sorry!" he said.

"No need to apologize," I replied as I reached around in front of the
boy and held him to me so that my now stiff cock ran straight along the
crack separating his buns.   I almost expected him to pull loose from
me and bolt away, but he pressed himself into me even tighter.  As I
held him, I reached around and started to gently massage his erect
cock.

Mike responded my gently rotating his bare buns so that my erect member
moved up and down his crack, the head occasionally brushing across his
asshole.  I thought for a second what would happen if someone came in
but then quickly disposed of the thought in favor of the passion I was
feeling.

"Ever done anything like this before?" I asked him."No, but I knew when
I saw you in the gym tonight that somehow things were gonna be
different.  That feels great.  The only time I have ever gotten off has
been when I do it myself," he answered.My cock had become wet with
preseminal fluid.  As it brushed across Mike'sasshole, I felt him force
himself back on me as if he wanted to try it in him.  With one hand
still stroking his cock, I took the other to guide my cock into his
hole.  Mike used his hands to hold his buns apart.

The water from the shower made it an easy entry -- especially for a kid
who had never had a cock up his ass before.

As I slowly worked  myself into him, I retained the sense of amazement
that at this point in my life I had decided to commit a homosexual act
with a teenage boy.  I knew that I would have never done it with anyone
else.  It must have been charm, or chemistry or something that caused
this boy to overwhelm me with lust.

By now Mike was bracing himself against the shower wall... I was slowly
thrusting my stiff member deeper and deeper into his anal canal.  At
one point we almost slipped and fell on the wet, slippery tile.  "Do
you want me to shoot my cum up inside you?" I asked him, whispering in
his ear, excited and short of breath.

In the same cheerful tone that we had held our conversation all
evening, he responded, "Well, I am not a girl so I can't get pregnant
so you can squirt in me all you want."

I felt a boiling deep in my balls as my cock started to explode."This
is it, son, I am cumming in your ass.  You're my boy now!  You are
gonna feel me squirt inside you!"

I panted as wave after wave of cum gushed from my cock.  The
lubrication made my cock slide easier and my strokes were longer and
deeper and faster as I came.  I had stopped stroking his cock and now
had both hands on his hips, guiding his entire body up and down on my
cock.  I came longer than I ever had fucking my wife.  I didn't think I
would ever stop. I had finished depositing my load and let my now
softening cock slip from Mike's ass.

The amount of cum that I had deposited in him made my cock just sort of
ooze out.  Mike turned.  His dimples were at their peak as he gave me
his disarming boyish smile.  "Wow, that was great!" he said.  I looked
down past his smooth, flat stomach to see a stiff teenage cock still in
need of attention.

Turning the water off, I led Mike out of the shower and over to a bench
near the lockers.  Sitting down on the bench, his stiff cock was waving
in my face.  I proceeded to take the boy's cock in my mouth and suck.
I was amazed that I could do that -- it was almost natural.  I found
myself wondering why my wife had such a hard time giving me a blow job
when I was enjoying so much what I was doing with Mike.

Mike had started pumping his cock into my mouth and I had once again
located his asshole, now slippery beyond belief, and inserted my
forefinger all the way.  "I can't hold back anymore, mister," said Mike
as he abandoned his steady pumping for a wild thrashing as his load cut
loose inside my mouth.

While the warm, salty fluid filled my cheeks I made no effort to pull
away.  I thought to myself that I had gone all the way and would never
be "straight" again.   Mike's cum was dripping out the sides of my
mouth and all over my body.  After his dick left my mouth, I continued
to stroke him and he continued to squirt his teenage cum in my face.
Finally, he was drained.  I stood.  We looked each other in the eye and
smiled.

"That was so great.  Thanks!" he said as he dried himself off.  

"Thank you.  That was the time of my life.  Can we get together
sometime again?"  I asked him.

"Well, like that was something I just wanted to try and I did and it
was really fantastic.  But I don't think I will ever do it again, I
will just think about what it was like," he said.

That night I went home and made the best love to my wife that I ever had.