Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss
In an attempt to bring back true stories to this group, I thought I would >tell you about a true experience I had today at the bathhouse at the beach: > >I was the only man in the bathhouse when I left the beach. I placed my >things on my favorite bench, the one that allows a good view threw the >wide doorway that opens into the showers area. I undressed and proceeded >to shower. I took my time, hoping someone would enter who would be >interested in seeing me or being seen by me. > >I was all soaped and shampooed up when a young (18?) Hispanic man entered >the dressing area wearing his swimsuit and carrying his bag of clothes >for changing. He looked at me just a little longer than normal as he >passed the opening and placed his things on a bench beyond where I could >see. My mind raced, wondering if he would come into the shower or if I >should exit for the dressing area. Knowing that many Hispanics are quite >shy about exposing themselves, I decided my best bet was to rinse quickly >and try to get to the dressing room before he was undressed. > >I walked out of the shower area and over to the bench with my things. I >picked up my towel and started drying off facing him. My timing was perfect. >He was just ready to pull off his swimsuit. He was wearing a long, loose >muscle shirt, but he had to lift it up to get his hands to the top of >his shorts to pull them down. As he lowered them, I was able to see that >he had a hard-on sticking straight out. I continued watching as he pulled >his underwear on, having to lift the shirt again to do it. It was there and >wasn't going down. > >My mind raced again. He didn't have that bulge when he entered. He must >have gotten it because of seeing me in the shower and/or seeing me drying >off. I decided that if his situation was due to my exhibitionism, I >might as well have some fun with it. > >I put my towel down and walked back into the shower. I turned the water >on and soaped myself up again as he continued getting dressed. Of >course, I spent a little more time soaping myself to a level of semi- >excitement, too. I figured he would look again as he left, and I wanted >to give him something definite to see. Because the floor leading to the >area is wooden and the door creaks, I was sure that I could hear if >someone else (a park ranger?) was coming into the bathhouse. Therefore, >I knew I was safe with my plan. > >Sure enough, as he left, he stared at me in the shower. I was purposely >arching my body to scrub my back so my semi-erection would project enough >to be noticed, but I wasn't stroking it. I heard him go out the door and >take a few steps. Then I was pretty sure I heard him turn around, but it >could have been someone else entering the bathhouse. > >I thought, what the heck, and started rubbing myself for whomever it was >to see. I was right; it was the same young man. He looked directly at >me as he walked in and back toward the bench where he had been. This >time, I decided to make the most of it. As he passed the fourth time on >his way back out of the area, I had a full erection I was stroking and he >was taking in the full view. > >Unfortunately, he didn't come back again. I "relieved" myself, rinsed, >dried off and dressed so that I could see if he was still in the area. >He was gone when I exited a few minutes later. But it was certainly a >nice situation for providing him (and me) with a little pleasure on a >Saturday afternoon. > >Does anyone else have any true bathhouse stories to tell? Or any true >stories of any kind? We need more postings in this and related groups! >If you are too shy to post, e-mail them to me. > >Knud >------------------------------------------------------------------------- >To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. >Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, >and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. >Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.