Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2003 13:39:24 +0000
From: D J <djay33@hotmail.com>
Subject: health_club_solo_jerkoff

About 4 years ago, when I was 29, I worked for a property management
company. We were in a four-story building that we managed, which had a
health club on the first floor and basement. I had an elevator key that
allowed me to go down to the basement floor, where the lockerrooms were,
bypassing the front desk on the first floor. I took advantage of this as
often as I could, to change into workout gear before heading home for a
run, or just to check out the other guys who were in the lockerrooms.
This was a first-class facility, with saunas and whirlpools in the
lockerrooms, in addition to shower stalls and changing rooms complete
with TV and couches. I knew members of the staff, and since they saw me
there so often, no one ever questioned whether I belonged to the club!

One hot summer afternoon, I left my office with my workout gear, got on
the elevator, and rode down to the club. I got out and walked into the
lockerroom to change. I found a bench with a good view of the TV area and
the other lockers. There was a scale by the TV, where these muscular guys
would come out of the shower wrapped in a towel, drop their towels, and
stand there buck-naked in front of you weighing themselves. You could
just look toward the TV and no one would know that you were checking out
these beautiful asses and backs.

So I start taking off my clothes, unbuttoning my blue shirt, undoing my
belt, and unzipping my fly to drop my pants down to my ankles. I stepped
out of them, standing there in a white undershirt and my grey
boxer-briefs, the kind I love so much because they give my big balls room
to move and still support them without squeezing. I was checking out some
of the other guys, one young blond guy who looked like a swimmer, two
older guys with dark hair who were chatting while standing a foot from
each other totally naked. I noticed a swelling begin in my own package,
and absentmindedly rubbed my cock through the fabric in my shorts. I
pulled out my workout clothes, and was putting my work clothes in my bag
when I heard someone call my name. "Hey, DJ!" And I looked up to see
Mitch, one of the trainers there that I had gotten to know. He came over
to where I was changing and put his bag down right beside mine on the
bench. I couldn't believe he was here and it looked like he was gonna
change right beside me, too. Mitch was so excellent: black hair,
dark-tanned skin, mustache, about my height, 5'10", but a lot more bulk
on his shoulders, arms, chest, legs, and a narrow waist that gave him
that cool V-shape. We chatted while he started unbuttoning and unzipping,
and I stood there right in front of him, pulled off my undershirt, then
whipped down my shorts. It was so cool to be naked in front of him, like
we had some special secret or something. Of course, he didn't have a
clue. I looked down at my crotch and was glad to see I was only at
half-mast; sporting wood in the lockerroom ain't too cool. I stepped into
my jockstrap and looked back up at Mitch. He was still gabbing away about
some sports event he had seen. By this time he was down to his underwear
(green low-rise Jockey shorts) and socks. He had the most pronounced pecs
I'd ever seen on a guy our size, really firm and defined all the way
around. His abs were cut, too, and covered with a fine layer of dark hair
down to his waistband. He sat down on the bench at this point which was
right in front of me, so I was standing behind him to his right. He took
off his socks, then with me peering over his shoulder, he whipped down
his underwear. And there it was, his excellent cock laying fat and long
between his legs on the bench. I wasn't sure if he was hard, or just had
one of those big flaccid dicks that every guy envies. It stuck out
between his legs from a thick bush of black hair, the end of a continuous
line down his abs to his crotch. I couldn't believe my view. I just took
it all in while he continued to talk. He reached into his bag and pulled
out a jock strap, which he stepped into and pulled up, finally hiding his
cock from me. He stuffed it down into the tight pouch, and reached into
his bag for shorts and a shirt. I continued to fumble around with my
stuff, by now having pulled on a pair of shorts. He finished dressing,
and with a cheerful "Seeya" he took off for the weightroom.

By now I was glad to have my cock encased in that jock; I was so hot, my
hard-on would have been obvious. But I didn't want to leave this way, so
I looked around and noticed that all the other guys had left by now. I
grabbed a towel off the shelf, wrapped it around my waist and slipped off
my shorts and jock, and headed for the showers. I got to the sauna room,
looked in and saw it was empty. I went inside and sat, slowly stroking my
shaft in the hot little room, hiding my prick with my towel. But no one
else came in, so I was able to enjoy myself totally. After a while in
there, I left and walked over to the whirlpool. I dropped my towel, with
my hard-on bouncing left and right as I stepped in. I leaned back on the
edge, fully submerged at this point, and stroked my cock under the
bubbling water.

Still no sign of anyone, so I stroked myself almost to the edge, then
backed off. I did this a few more times, and finally decided to relieve
the pressure. The only place I knew I would have privacy was in the
shower stalls. I stood up, grabbed the towel, let it hang in front of me
with my ass bare as I walked over to the stalls. There were 6, and all
but 1 were empty. I stepped into the one across from the other guy,
hoping to see a little cock before blowing my load. Just as I turned on
the water and was closing my curtain, he turned off his water and pulled
back the curtain. It was that young blond guy swimmer I had seen earlier.
The water on his body just enhanced his cut physique, and as he stepped
out to get his towel, I took it all in and started stroking my cock
behing my curtain. I couldn't wait anymore, and as I pulled my curtain
shut, I beat my meat harder and faster, holding my cock tight in my hand
and smearing the precum all over the head and down the shaft. I stroked
harder and harder till I finally let myself go over the edge, and I
pumped my cock as I shot my load all over the shower stall. I felt wave
after wave of pleasure as the cum shot out of my prick. I had to choke
back a moan or two, but enjoyed it none the less. I kept shooting, till
my dick stopped spasming, and I drained the last drop of cum from my
dickhole. Man, was that great!

I showered, dressed and got my butt out of there, but what a great time I
had in that lockerroom.

Comments? Similar experiences? I'd love to hear from you--email me at
djay33@hotmail.com