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\u201cYou know that\u2019s not my thing, Phillip.\u201d He said, shifting forward, hands planted either side of his thighs. \u201cBut thanks,\u201d he chuckled.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The towel over his lap folded forward, teasing exposure. He made no effort to adjust it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI suppose other guys have asked you the same thing,\u201d I said, returning the chuckle and covering the momentary embarrassment of asking. But now it was out there. The worst was over.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He glanced at me through the steam. \u201cCouple of times I guess,\u201d he said, nodding and looking away.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cClients?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOne of them. The other was a guy from\u2026 it doesn\u2019t matter. No one like you and Janice though.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI just mean, conservative, I guess.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His eyes drifted to my feet, my knees, the abs, arms and shoulders he\u2019d created, my eyes, then away and forward again. Involuntary spasms, I began to thicken.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre we conservative?\u201d I asked, almost wondering aloud.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve been to your house, remember? Yeah,\u201d he snickered, his back arching powerfully, stretching, chest swelling, continuing the exposure; pubic hair shaved tight, dramatic tan line, the base.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His eyes caught me and moved on, collapsing back into the steam, the long ropes of muscle relaxing.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo,\u201d I said, shifting in the heat, \u201cWe do legs tomorrow?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, if you\u2019re up for it. Tomorrow\u2019s leg day.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We breathed the hot, wet air, beads collected on our skin.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, you never \u2026 took anyone up on their offer?\u201d I said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He continued looking forward, into the thickness that surrounded us, his large, sculpted feet shod in flip-flops planted firmly on the tile floor.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I did.\u201d He said. \u201cThat was a bad idea.\u201d He began rocking slowly back and forth, the towel on his lap slipping by fractions of an inch down his tightly muscled thigh.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened?\u201d I said. I adjusted my growing erection under my towel, peeled my scrotum off my thigh.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t at my best.\u201d He said, exhaling. \u201cI like guys. I mean she was beautiful but the whole thing just ended up \u2026 frustrating. I wanted him, but that wasn\u2019t happening. He might have been down, but not with her there. I think she would\u2019ve freaked a little.\u201d A knowing glance. \u201cAnd then it just ended.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s too bad.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPlus, I lost a client. It was a bad idea. I should\u2019ve asked for money. Like a prostitute. That would\u2019ve changed things I think.\u201d He said, almost musing. \u201cI could\u2019ve fucked her for money.\u201d A level gaze on me now. \u201cPlus, I think he\u2019d have liked it. Paying for it, I mean.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A single eyebrow arched as a grin appeared on his face. \u201cYou wanna pay me to fuck your wife?\u201d He chuckled and looked away, rocking slowly. He drank from his water bottle.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His cock was fully visible now, lying between his legs on the towel. Was it getting hard? It had to be. I drank from my water bottle, the top of my chest filling with blood pressure.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re already paying you.\u201d Cool, measured, watching for a reaction.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAs a trainer.\u201d He said, the indignation thinly masked. \u201cBut she hasn\u2019t been around in weeks.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe knows what you have. Whatever mystery there may have been vanished when she saw it. Remember when she saw it?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I remember.\u201d Something nervy, dismissive in the corner of his mouth.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe came home and told me about it, like someone who just met their favorite celebrity.\u201d I said.<\/span><\/p>\n

He turned to look at me, to acknowledge it. Then his gaze slid away again.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd now she\u2019s embarrassed.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not on me.\u201d He said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, it\u2019s a little on you, don\u2019t you think?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He said nothing. Rocking slowly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s not embarrassed that she wants you.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His eyes came to me again.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s embarrassed that she wants you and can\u2019t have you.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo now you have to fix it?\u201d He said, studying his long toes as they flexed and contracted against his flip-flops.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It looked full now; long and muscular, vibrant. The head was wide, delightfully out of proportion to the shaft, a perfect mushroom. Of course, Janice wanted it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\"f2s<\/a><\/p>\n

\u201cWe actually have a bet.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His attention snapped to me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cReally?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI bet her I could turn you.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yeah?\u201d He said. His jaw loosened. He stopped rocking and leaned back against the wall. He wanted to look casual, impassive. An unconvincing smirk tried and failed to crease his mouth.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, not by paying you.\u201d I said.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I began slowly rocking in the heat, my hands planted on the tiles next to my thighs. My erection was beginning to tent the towel over my legs. His eyes found it. He reset his jaw, slack again. He breathed sharply in the through his nose, gliding his palms over his wet hair.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Minutes in the heat.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you getting hard?\u201d I said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He looked straight forward. He said nothing.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLooks like you are.\u201d I said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou too.\u201d He responded.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy you think?\u201d I said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy what?\u201d He said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy do you think you\u2019re hard?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His cock was now rigid between his legs, full, hard and hovering above the towel beneath him in a gentle arc as if the big head was floating, tethered only by the shaft.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know.\u201d He said, looking forward, his jaw flickering between tense and slack.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I stood and his eyes were on me as he remained against the wall, resisting, sweat in rivulets following the channels of his form.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m going to shower, clean up, cool off then come back for round two.\u201d I said, as I walked toward the door. \u201cWhat have you got going on?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSounds like a plan.\u201d He said, leaning slowly forward, covering himself.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I showered cold for a long time until my erection had shrunk to a little sleeve of foreskin in a nest of thick, dark pubic hair. I shivered, and cut the water, cooled.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked toward the steam room, drinking deeply from a water bottle. He was sitting on a bench outside the room looking at his phone, a fresh towel wrapped around him. I pulled two fresh towels from the rack, threw them over my shoulder and sat next to him.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood shower?\u201d I said. \u201cWash everything away? Clean? Pure? Ready to sweat again?\u201d\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His head lifted and turned slowly toward me, pulling his eyes away from the adhesive of his phone. Two huge, blue, bright orbs, perfectly spaced under a strong, straight brow framing his aquiline nose, settled heavily on me. Tiny muscles contracted almost imperceptibly at the corners of his eyes. Urgent thoughts flitting under the surface. A sprite of electrochemistry skittered through my diaphragm.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMake sure you hydrate.\u201d He said, a dimple appeared and faded in the hollow of one cheek like a trick of light.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAlways important.\u201d I raised my bottle and sipped.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEspecially at your age.\u201d He said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Dimples, friendly and different appeared in thin concentric arcs framing his mouth, softening his gaze to something almost like tenderness. Momentarily guileless, like an open window on a summer night. Private, but not secret.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He held my eyes with his, even as I nodded and grimaced, acknowledging the gibe, accepting the compliment, holding it carefully as the vulnerable offer it was. His eyes traveled quickly over me as I drank.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, it\u2019s good to know you care.\u201d I grinned.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His expression had dissolved to serious, his eyes wide, gravid with curiosity.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I held his gaze for half a beat then shifted gently downward to the field of fresh white terrycloth stretched tight as a drumskin over his legs. I sipped again and flipped the lid shut on my bottle, using the loud plastic snap as punctuation.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He stood.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cReady?\u201d He said.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I heard him exhale deeply as the steam room door closed behind him. I followed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A stooped old man bundled in steam-soaked towels pushed past me as I entered. Inside, a second old man was slowly leaning forward looking for an elusive center of gravity that would allow him to stand upright. I held the door as he finally shuffled out leaving Jason and I alone in a thick atmosphere of eucalyptus flavored steam.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I pulled a spare towel from my shoulder as I entered, stopping in front of him. Resting on his hands again, he looked up. He was exposed and nearly hard again. I leaned forward, placing a foot on the bench next to him, exposing my own thickening cock, and slid the towel over his head, around his neck. I moved closer as I began slowly twisting the towel like a bread tie until it reached his throat.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His eyes checked the room. The door. Fixed on me.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can give you what you want.\u201d I said.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I grasped the towel in one hand and pulled us together feeling his resistance fade as our faces drew closer until our noses were inches apart.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do I want?\u201d He said, in a voice not as confident as he intended, a quake of ripples in his jaw as he fought for control.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I twisted the towel around his neck, pushing him back against the wall.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I released the towel from my waist. His eyes fixed on my erection. I was fully hard, the head of my cock peeking out from a receding sleeve of foreskin. I leaned forward, reaching down between his legs, wrapping my fingers around him as I twisted the towel. His head was fast against the wall, his eyes fixed on my cock like the eyes of the Mona Lisa.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFunny thing about that.\u201d I said, as I began to stroke him to the root. \u201cThe gap between getting what we want and knowing what we want is where we spend our lives.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I brought my face to within inches of his, loosening the grip of the towel, blood flowing freely again.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFalse starts, mistakes, regrets.\u201d Slowly twisting again. \u201cSurprises, love, ecstasy.\u201d I could feel him swelling in my hand. \u201cThat\u2019s the madness, the joke, the secret we carry around inside but can\u2019t decipher.\u201d Slowly, I stroked.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I touched my lips to his. Swollen, wet, slippery with sweat, tasting the need, the heat, an unburned fuel on his breath.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe only way out is generosity.\u201d I breathed the words into his mouth.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\"lelo<\/a><\/p>\n

His tongue tasted my lips, tentatively then urgently. I lingered in our exchange. Then slid away.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Moving beside him, I sat, still holding him in my grasp. A leash around his neck, the leash between his legs.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you think I know what you want Jason?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He nodded, his eyes fixed on me, his legs rigid, hands behind his back. I continued to slowly stroke his slippery length.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou think I can give it to you?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He nodded.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCan you give me what I want?\u201d I twisted the wet towel at his neck.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His eyes grasped for my sex. He nodded.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I studied his cock. It was so close. I slid my hand up under the engorged head and squeezed, fluid gushing from the tip. I gently gathered the taut skin of the frenulum, the throat of his cock, between my thumb and finger and began to twist and pull as I wrung the towel tighter.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A full but strangled moan escaped his throat, muscles rigid, his body began to flex. His cock swelled and began to spasm. I twisted the towel as hard as I could and lowered my mouth over him, pushing the fat, spongy head to the opening of my throat, sealing my lips around him.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I swallowed madly.<\/span><\/p>\n

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