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|| Best One-On-One Stories ||
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|| "In The Steam Room" ||
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This was at a training class my company sent me out to last month.
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After class, everybody adjourned off to the gym for some R&R. After
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downing my juice, I walked into the hot tub room at the far end of the pool
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area. It was about 20'x 20' square. The water was churning (and so was my
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cock). There were about 15 guys in the water, BSing and trying to relax.
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Every-so-often a head would pop up from the water. (You *know* what he was
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doing down there!!!) There were some fairly young studs, a few older"Sugar
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daddies" and 3 of the guys from my class in the hot tub.
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I hopped in, sat at the side of the tub and tried to spark some
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conversation. That hot water really felt good, though I don't usually head
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for the tub unless I work out first. In between the swells of water, I
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could make out the outlines of some very impressive baskets. I introduced
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myself to them all, and asked what goes on outside for nightlife. No-one
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knew the answer because they claimed they never ventured far from the
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hotel. After a few more minutes, the old, fat guy and 5 others excused
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themselves and left for the day. I just sat back and watched them parade
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out of the tub.
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Nothing was stirring, Yet.
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This one guy, named Mitch, stood up and approached me. He asked a lot
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of preliminary questions (Where you from, how do you like the city, do you
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have any plans for the evening). I thought to myself "This is an
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interesting line, coming from this guy". So, Mitch suggested that he show
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me where the steam room and weight room where before calling it a night.
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He stated that he was impressed by my musculature and devotion to exercise.
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Mitch is 33 y/o, about 5'10 and husky. He has blond hair and beard. So, I
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said "Sure, might as well" and off we went...
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There was no-one in the steam room when we went in. We could hardly
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see each other. I placed my towel down on the bench and sat down. The
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sweat was pouring off my body in a very short time. Mitch strolled back
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and forth, telling me about himself, how he felt about the week's training,
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etc.. Every-so-often, He would stare at me through the steam. There was a
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sparkle in his eyes...he was sooo appealing. He asked me about my career
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as a BB and remarked that he'd like to touch my muscles. SO I let him. He
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was an ANIMAL!
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First he started to feel up my pecs, and then he squeezed my arms. I
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was feeling REAL horny about now! He motioned his hands down my abdomen,
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and before I could say something, he had his hand on my crotch! My boner
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shot up instantly! Mitch gets down on his knees while I pull down my
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trunks, and eagerly starts sucking my cock. He was Real good, a perfect
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gentleman. As his head bobbed up and down, my moans started to carry. But
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I couldn't help myself. (Getting balled in a steam room is quite an
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experience!!) Just then, the maintenance man walks in, looks around and
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says aloud, "Are you ok, fella?" I had just let out a loud groan as I shot
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my load down Mitch's throat. The guy walks over and sees Mitch blowing me,
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turns around to walk out and mumbles, "Some guys have all the luck..."
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After that great blow-job at the gym, I made it a point to work out
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every evening of my stay. They really knew how to stock a weight room.
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They have several Nautilus machines, Life-cycles, around 8,000# of free
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weights, slant boards, a real roman chair... Anyway, I didn't feel
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comfortable after my cocksucker left, so I hung around for another hour and
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decided to have a good workout.
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As I entered the gym, a gorgeous chick welcomed me into the facility.
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There were 4 other guys working out as I settled down. Nothing to brag
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about, just your average, overweight pencil pushers. I warmed up at first
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by doing some crunches, and had the urge to rip off my sweatshirt and show
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off, but I restrained myself and decided to do my own thing. Half an hour
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passes, one guy leaves and 2 more come in. One of them was a knockout! As
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I later found out, his name is Richie and he is an aspiring BB. He is
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employed by my company, fresh out of Rennselear Poly-Technic in Albany,
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where he was student specializing in aerodynamics.
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Anyway, he heads for the locker room, his ripped gluts swaying gently,
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my eyes glued to his bod....He noticed my stares and acknowledges them with
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a subtle wink. While I waited for him to emerge, I'd lost my concentration
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and began to fumble in my routine...(I was performing 'Advanced Arm Cycles,
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using a standard Curling bar and Half-reps). Just then, Richie enters the
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room. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, and dropped the damn
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bar..."Shit!" I let out. Richie walks over and inquirers about my
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difficulties. I told him what I was trying to accomplish, describing my
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routines, and we started to compare notes (so to speak). He removes his
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sweat-shirt to reveal an almost perfectly proportioned body. DAMN, he is
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HOT! (and he has brains, too!) This little exchange continued for about
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another hour. I was almost too embarrassed to remove my garments, but
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realized that sooner or later my bubble would be burst by someone younger
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and better built.
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After Richie studied my physical aspects, he recommended some diet
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modifications, and asked me out to dinner! Well, we ended up back at his
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room and quickly jumped into bed and got it on.
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As the custodian said, some guys have all the luck!
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