I was eighteen when my Grandfather sponsored me for
junior membership at his health club. I guess I should have
been honored. It was a very elite club; its membership
consisted mostly of doctors, lawyers and bankers, the
majority of whom were retired. I tried to act pleased, but
spending an afternoon a week surrounded by a bunch of old men
wasn't exactly my idea of a fun time.

I thought for sure I would be a flower among a bunch of
crusty, old thorns. I expected to see hordes of flabby men
who for years had abused their bodies with tobacco, alcohol
and rich food. The arrogance of my youth had deceived me.
The men I saw were lean studs, with hard bodies and wandering
eyes.

Standing among them presented me with a rather unique
challenge. Most of these guys could have chewed me up and
spit me out. I was definitely the pupil, surrounded by the
masters of virility. I suddenly wondered if I had what it
took to become one of them.

As I changed from my street clothes, I felt their eyes
all over me. Sizing me up. Passing judgment. I hadn't been
this conscious of my body since junior high gym class.

For my age I had a decent physique. I was young and
attractive, with smooth, blemish-free skin. My impressive
cock was bigger than average. I certainly had nothing to be
ashamed of. So why were my insides trembling?

After our workout, clad in only a towel, I followed
Grandfather into the sauna. The room was so dimly lit, so
choked with steam, it was nearly impossible to see.
Cautiously we made our way through the mist and found a
vacant spot to sit. The room hummed with the low murmurs of
financial wizardry, most of which was well beyond my
comprehension.

The man sitting on my immediate right was deep in legal
debate. I took it to be a mere accident when his knee
brushed against mine. I didn't suspect otherwise until I
felt his hand come to rest on my exposed thigh.

He continued his verbal exchange as his hand crept under
my towel. I glanced over at my Grandfather who was little
more than an obscure shape in the fog. My heart pounded like
a bass drum as the faceless stranger's groping fingers came
within inches of touching my manhood.

I gasped softly when he seized my spongy cockmeat and
gently squeezed. This guy had to have brass balls. His
boldness was frightening. Still, I can't deny I found being
seduced in such a daring manner to be a major thrill. My
youthful cock responded favorably to his pleasurable caress.
I actually found myself opening up my knees to give him
greater freedom.

The mysterious hand moved with confidence as it embraced
the entire length of my sweaty cock. He seemed most
impressed with the helmet shaped crown on my organ, and gave
it special attention. His hand wrenched my plump
impressionable knob until his domineering fingers had brought
forth an abundance of sticky sap. He stroked the full length
of rigid cock until it was slick with a lustful blend of
perspiration and pre-cum.

Completely uninhibited by the presence of his celebrated
peers, he was yanking on my cock like there was no tomorrow.
My huge nuts ached to blow a wad of jism in his persistent
hand. My thighs grew tense with orgasmic ecstasy and I was
in heaven.

Just as I reached the point of no return. Grandfather
stood up and tugged impatiently on my arm. On legs that
barely managed to support my weight, I rose to my feet. I
dawdled along behind Grandfather as my erupting cock left
behind a trail of slippery, youthful passion.

Grandfather sent me after some fresh towels for our
shower. Much to my relief, most of the other members were
preoccupied with other activities, and the locker room was
all but deserted. For reasons I couldn't really explain, my
hard-on just wouldn't go down. I held the front of my towel
in a feeble attempt to conceal my embarrassing affliction.

My errand took me past an attractive man who was also
preparing to take a shower. There was something about his
sly little smile that told me he knew what I was attempting
to hide beneath my towel. He stared at me like he had x-ray
vision. He made me so nervous that I lost my grip on my
towel and it fell down around my feet. I didn't look back at
him, but I knew he was still watching; shamelessly goggling
at the stiff lust jutting from my dense pubic bush.

Hurriedly, I grabbed up the fresh towels and all but ran
to the showers. I couldn't fucking believe it when I looked
back over my shoulder and saw the guy was following me. I
felt like a bitch in heat. From the horny expression on his
handsome face you would have thought I was emitting some sort
of inviting scent.

Grandfather had finished his shower and was waiting for
me to return. As he took a towel from me, he spied the
stiffness jutting from between my legs.

"What I wouldn't give to be your age again," he said
enviously.

The man who had been hot on my heels sauntered past,
once again glancing down to admire my wagging dick. He and
Grandfather nodded to one another, then he went on with the
business of taking a shower.

Instinctively, I watched the man as he removed his
towel. I found my eyes dropping to check out his well-
muscled body. I couldn't fucking believe what I saw. I knew
my eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets, but I
couldn't help myself. He had the biggest slab of cockmeat
I'd ever seen. His thick, droopy organ hung half way down to
his knees.

Grandfather, leaving me to my shower, dressed as he had
to attend a board meeting. The membership committee was
voting on mew members. He assured me my acceptance was in
the bag.

Once Grandfather had gone, I joined my admirer in the
shower. <%PART%> "I'm sorry if my staring embarrassed you earlier," he
said softly. His voice was almost as sexy as his amazing body.
"It's just that I find you incredibly attractive," He continued.

I smiled politely. His sincerity made me feel all
tingly inside. I actually found myself turning so that he
had a less obstructed view of my raging fuck-muscle. His
eyes expressed a deep yearning as he watched the water
cascade down over my flesh. I shivered with anticipation as
he moved closer.

With a bar of soap in hand, he reached out and lathered
my hairless chest. My nipples immediately hardened beneath
his slippery fingers. His touch set me on fire. My cock
visibly hammered with lustful expectation as he squatted down
on one knee.

His soapy hands rippled down my smooth flat belly to my
awaiting hard-on. I leaned back into the stimulating spray
and allowed him to wash my throbbing genitals.

"You've got a beautiful cock," he sighed. "It's like a
rock."

I watched in fascination as he reached down and began
pulling on his own semi-erect organ. I couldn't believe I as
standing in the showers of my Grandfather's health club
letting some guy wash my dick while he jacked off.

"I want to suck your cock," he said, rinsing the soap
from my pulsing crotch. "I want to taste your fat, juicy
meat." With that he gulped down the entire length of my
quivering eight-inch organ.

The taste of my manly flesh enthralled him. He began
beating his meat in earnest. He pulled all but the head of
my cock from between his soft, slobbering lips. I felt his
mouth tighten around the shaft of my cock, just behind the
rim of my bloated knob. Pre-cum oozed across his hot tongue
while he rammed the tip of his oral probe as deep into my
slimy pisshole as he could.

Grunting loudly he reached his moment of manly rapture.
As his enormous organ spewed forth a hefty load of semen he
continued to puff away on the head of my dick. He seemed to
savor its pungent bouquet as if he was sipping a fine wine.
I looked on as his torrential load of pasty jism dribbled
from the tip of his cock to wash down the drain.

Pulling the head of my cock from between his lips, he
licked the underside of my ridged shaft all the way down to
my fuzz-covered ball-sac. Panting feverishly, he sucked both
of my swollen nuts into his greedy mouth and lashed them
unmercifully with his amazing tongue. When he reached up and
started cranking my tender, young meat with his fist, I felt
my wad well up for release.

"Oh, yeah, eat my nuts. Jack me off harder. Faster!
Yeah, faster." I couldn't believe I was saying shit like that
to a complete and total stranger. I couldn't help myself.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum. Beat my meat. Make me shoot
my load."

My legs trembled as I ejaculated strands of creamy semen
across his hairy chest and shoulders. The sheer quantity of
my spent load seemed to leave him in a state of awe. He
milked the last drop of ivory spew from my weary pisshole and
smeared it between his fingers and thumb. It was almost as
if he had been hypnotized by the sight of my shimmering seed.
It wasn't until he heard approaching voiced that he snapped
out of his self-induced trance.

I stepped aside and let him rinse the sticky evidence of
our heated encounter from his body. Giving me a pat on the
butt, he grabbed his towel and made a hasty departure.

Grandfather had scheduled me to have a massage while he
attended his meeting. I'd never had a massage, and was
anxious to give it a try.

Joseph, an attractive young man, very near my own age,
greeted me with a broad smile. He had a tall, lanky build
which I immediately found appealing.

"You must be Nicholas," he inquired politely.

Rendered speechless by his staggering looks, I only
nodded in response.

"I've been expecting you," Joseph said, giving me a hand
up onto his massage table. "Just stretch out on your back,
and relax."

I laid back and just about died when I saw him express a
discrete interest in the bulge my flaccid organ created
against the front of my towel. I wanted to tell him my front
had already received quite a bit of attention for one day. I
didn't of course. Instead, I chose to lie back and let
nature take its course.

The room, no more than a cubicle really, was very
private. Joseph hung an occupied sign on the door to ward
off any potential intruders. Then filling the palms of his
hands with sweet, scented oil, he stepped up to the table.
The oil glistened sensuously on his long, elegant fingers. I
could hardly wait for him to begin.

Joseph went to work on my neck and shoulders. His hands
were magical. They made me feel like my body was floating on
a cloud.

"That's it, relax," he said, his deep masculine voice
caressing my ears. He ran his hands down my arms. "Just let
the tension flow out of the tips of your fingers."

Gracefully, he moved to the head of the table. His
oiled hands slid from my shoulders down over smooth, well-
defined pecs. His touch made me feel very warm. The nubs in
the center of my nipples became erect and he rolled them
between his thumb and forefinger.

"I don't often get the opportunity to work on someone so
young.

I said nothing. Joseph spoke as if thinking aloud.
His endearing caress abandoned my nipples and focused on my
firm flat belly. I felt the tips of his fingers glide
beneath the edge of the towel, loosening it from around my
slender waist. He sensed my tension.

"Just relax. Let the stiffness sink into the table."
He spoke in a very soothing, almost rhythmic tone.

Filling his palms with more oil, he repositioned himself
at the foot of the table. My cock twisted with delight as he
massaged my feet. <%PART%> "You have beautiful feet," he remarked. "Very long and
narrow. You know what they say about guys with long feet?"

He raised up my leg and peeked under the towel. A
gleaming grin came across his handsome face.

"Obviously, what they say is true."

Joseph continued working on my legs, up and down,
massaging the calves of my long, hairy legs. Each time he
brought a knee up, the towel seemed to climb higher up my
thigh. I was sure by now he was able to get a good look at
my spongy cockmeat. Coming around the side of the table, he
ran his warm hands up my thigh, all the way to my groin. I
couldn't help noticing the sizable bulge pressing out against
the front of his baggy, white pants

I felt the towel being gently pulled from around my
waist, and I found myself lying naked and vulnerable. Joseph
ran his fingers over my thighs, occasionally stroking my
velvety ball-sac with the tips of his oily fingers. I was
surprised, given the amount of action I'd already seen, that
my cock was so receptive to his fondling. Jerking with
restless desire, once again my manhood rose to the demands of
the situation.

"I think I'm finished with this side, for now," he said.
"Why don't you flop over on your belly and let me work on
your backside."

I turned onto my stomach while Joseph made his way back
to the head of the table. I stared out at Joseph's cock
throbbing in its cramped polyester prison, sympathetic to his
obvious discomfort. Timidly, I reached out and opened the
front of his pants, and set his lovely organ free. Pre-cum
already drooled from the head of his aching six-inch pecker.
I couldn't resist the temptation. Inching my way forward, I
took his trembling tool into my mouth, tonguing the hell out
of it.

Again beginning with my shoulders, Joseph made his way
down the center of my spine to the small of my back. Once
more anointing his hands with his heavenly oil, his fingers
set out to knead my firm, round ass. God, he was making me
horny.

Pulling his organ out of my greedy, cocksucking mouth,
Joseph went around to the side of the table. Hastily, I
reached back and seized his elongated flesh and started
jacking him off.

Spreading the cheeks of my butt open, Joseph exposed the
hidden contents of its hairy crevice. A single finger
invaded the crack of my gaping ass to taunt my crimson
butthole. I held my breath as the tip of his exploring
finger pierced the outer rim of my anal opening. A sharp
gasp escaped my throat as he buried his slippery finger deep
inside my ass.

What a peculiar sensation it was. It was neither
painful, nor particularly pleasant. It was just weird. He
fingered my virgin hole like he was banging pussy. I had
mixed feelings about what was being done, but as I had done
all afternoon, I remained passive, and once more submitted
myself to the will of my aggressor.

Sandwiched between the weight of my body and the
cushioned table, my cock wept for attention. Still
manipulating my perky, young ass, Joseph pulled my rubbery
dick back between my thighs. Withdrawing his finger from my
well-lubricated asshole, Joseph slid the shaft of my cock
into the crack of my ass. Positioning the head of my organ
over my slippery orifice he eased the inflated crown of my
cock up my tight, little butt. The sensation was so
incredible, I nearly shot my wad then and there. Moaning
lustfully, I raised my hips off the table begging for more of
my cock to be crammed inside me. Joseph accommodated my
desire to the depths and lengths my thick organ would reach.
Cupping his hand firmly over my embedded shaft, he made my
organ gently slide back and forth. My head spun and my ears
roared.

Except for my throbbing cock, and well stretched
asshole, my entire body became numb. At that moment, those
two parts of my anatomy became the focal point of my
existence. I had never experienced or dreamt that it was
possible to feel like this.

I whimpered faintly with the release of each trembling
breath. My moment of ecstasy was nearly upon me. It was as
if the positive charge of my cock had been plugged into the
negative charge of my ass, and the sparks were flying.

My tormented nuts tightened. I found it impossible to
breath. It felt like I was drowning in lust. My cock
wretched spastically as my mounting orgasm seized me in its
stranglehold.

"I'm gonna cum," I panted. "Joseph, it feels so good."

My cock heaved again and again, filling my tender, young
ass to overflowing with waves of hot, gooey cum. My entire
body trembled as my spent jism oozed from my asshole and
dripped off my slimy balls.

Joseph took his cock from me and began vigorously
whipping his pud. His manly reward was almost instantaneous.
He leaned heavily against the table as he blew the contents
of his hairy nuts across the velvety cheeks of my burning ass.

My orgasm began to subside and I fell limp with
exhaustion. The head of my rapidly dwindling cock popped
from my ass and Joseph masterfully squeezed the last drop of
milky sap from my convulsive piss-hole. I was convinced I
had discovered what it must be like to die and go to heaven.

I met up with Grandfather in the lobby. He was pleased
to announce I had been unanimously accepted as the club's
newest junior member. I tried to share his enthusiasm, but
failed miserably. I was too damn tired to celebrate. I
scarcely had enough energy to make it to the car.

"That's the trouble with you young people today,"
Grandfather said with disgust. "You're soft and lazy. One
good workout and you're completely done in. A few more trips
to the club will put you in shape."

I looked at Grandfather and smiled. He had no idea.
Or did he?