offense."
"Wow, no one ever turns me down. Did you get a good look at my body and cock, dude?"
"Sure did. You've obviously put a lot of work into it. I'm simply not here to hook up," Adam said in a friendly but firm way.
"One night I'll come in to this bathhouse and there will be five guys fucking you. And when my prediction comes true, I'll laugh my ass off," he said gruffly.
He gave Adam a sneer then swam away and climbed out of the pool and headed inside. The encounter ruined Adam's mood, and he decided to get out of the pool as well. He headed into the hot tub room located just off the pool area. He found an old-fashioned hot tub made out of wood and capable of seating at least twelve grown men. There were three guys in it, and they seemed to be having a three-way, so Adam went inside and decided to shower off.
When he entered the shower room, Ben stood there under one of the showerheads. He had his face turned up into the spray, and Adam took the opportunity to check the guy out to see if his body warranted the conceit Ben possessed.
Adam had to admit the guy seemed really well built without an ounce of fat on him anywhere he could see. When he turned around to let the spray hit his back, Adam's mouth dropped open. Ben possessed a huge dick that perfectly matched the size of his body. However, he also noticed his balls seemed to be much smaller than they should be considering the size of his dick. Steroids?
Ben opened his eyes and smiled at Adam. "Change your mind? We could fuck right here in the showers, or go to the private room I rented if you're shy."
"Sorry, didn't mean to stare at you. You have an incredible body, and you certainly have an enviously large penis, but no, I still don't wanna hook up. Besides, I'm sure now, having seen all of you, you must have no problem getting laid around here anytime you want, right?" He watched as the warm water splashed down Ben's body.
"Sure, that's true, but apparently not everyone will bend over for me. Okay, like I said, when I find you getting gang fucked one night, I'll move to the front of the line and give you what you deserve." He smiled and left.
Adam snickered quietly and finished washing off the chlorine from the pool. He left the showers, stuck his head into the steam room to observe the atmosphere, and found the conditions Ben had predicted with dimly lit steam and a lot of men moving around. Some were getting blowjobs; others were getting fucked. He turned around and headed to the locker. As much as he liked to clean the pollutants outta his lungs, a steam room was a benefit he might have to avoid unless in the mood to be a voyeur.
He dressed, left, and walked home to his apartment while keeping an eye out for Ben. But Ben was nowhere to be seen. He imagined Ben had gotten into his car and driven to one of the bars where he could pick up a trick.
As time wore on, the weather became a larger negative feature of his new home and he missed his friends back on Long Island. He continued to run into Ben, who persistently tried to get him into bed, or wherever, so he could get what he wanted. He didn't succeed. Finally, Adam decided he really felt miserable and, being an East Coast boy, quit his job, broke his lease, and headed back home.
His old apartment had long been rented, but he had friends, a straight married couple, who offered to let him stay with them in their house for as long as he needed to get back on his feet. As he saw Houston getting smaller in his rearview mirror, he became happier and happier and knew he had made the right decision to go back home.
* * * *
Three days later, he pulled into the driveway of his friends' house. He got out, stretched, and grabbed his briefcase, which contained money and other valuables, and headed to the door. He knocked, and Doris opened the door. When she saw Adam, she broke into a wide grin and quickly pulled him inside.
"It's so good to have you back where you belong, honey. Seeing you again is
"Wow, no one ever turns me down. Did you get a good look at my body and cock, dude?"
"Sure did. You've obviously put a lot of work into it. I'm simply not here to hook up," Adam said in a friendly but firm way.
"One night I'll come in to this bathhouse and there will be five guys fucking you. And when my prediction comes true, I'll laugh my ass off," he said gruffly.
He gave Adam a sneer then swam away and climbed out of the pool and headed inside. The encounter ruined Adam's mood, and he decided to get out of the pool as well. He headed into the hot tub room located just off the pool area. He found an old-fashioned hot tub made out of wood and capable of seating at least twelve grown men. There were three guys in it, and they seemed to be having a three-way, so Adam went inside and decided to shower off.
When he entered the shower room, Ben stood there under one of the showerheads. He had his face turned up into the spray, and Adam took the opportunity to check the guy out to see if his body warranted the conceit Ben possessed.
Adam had to admit the guy seemed really well built without an ounce of fat on him anywhere he could see. When he turned around to let the spray hit his back, Adam's mouth dropped open. Ben possessed a huge dick that perfectly matched the size of his body. However, he also noticed his balls seemed to be much smaller than they should be considering the size of his dick. Steroids?
Ben opened his eyes and smiled at Adam. "Change your mind? We could fuck right here in the showers, or go to the private room I rented if you're shy."
"Sorry, didn't mean to stare at you. You have an incredible body, and you certainly have an enviously large penis, but no, I still don't wanna hook up. Besides, I'm sure now, having seen all of you, you must have no problem getting laid around here anytime you want, right?" He watched as the warm water splashed down Ben's body.
"Sure, that's true, but apparently not everyone will bend over for me. Okay, like I said, when I find you getting gang fucked one night, I'll move to the front of the line and give you what you deserve." He smiled and left.
Adam snickered quietly and finished washing off the chlorine from the pool. He left the showers, stuck his head into the steam room to observe the atmosphere, and found the conditions Ben had predicted with dimly lit steam and a lot of men moving around. Some were getting blowjobs; others were getting fucked. He turned around and headed to the locker. As much as he liked to clean the pollutants outta his lungs, a steam room was a benefit he might have to avoid unless in the mood to be a voyeur.
He dressed, left, and walked home to his apartment while keeping an eye out for Ben. But Ben was nowhere to be seen. He imagined Ben had gotten into his car and driven to one of the bars where he could pick up a trick.
As time wore on, the weather became a larger negative feature of his new home and he missed his friends back on Long Island. He continued to run into Ben, who persistently tried to get him into bed, or wherever, so he could get what he wanted. He didn't succeed. Finally, Adam decided he really felt miserable and, being an East Coast boy, quit his job, broke his lease, and headed back home.
His old apartment had long been rented, but he had friends, a straight married couple, who offered to let him stay with them in their house for as long as he needed to get back on his feet. As he saw Houston getting smaller in his rearview mirror, he became happier and happier and knew he had made the right decision to go back home.
* * * *
Three days later, he pulled into the driveway of his friends' house. He got out, stretched, and grabbed his briefcase, which contained money and other valuables, and headed to the door. He knocked, and Doris opened the door. When she saw Adam, she broke into a wide grin and quickly pulled him inside.
"It's so good to have you back where you belong, honey. Seeing you again is
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