He looked at me with an evil grin, "Come on, you're not afraid are you?" "I bet I can make you suck my dick without using my hands." His words actually scared me and now I was sure I just needed to get up and leave I was even sure that my dick was losing its erection - but it wasn't and that made me afraid to stand up. He got up and walked over and stood in front of me with his still erect cock pointing at me as I looked at his eyes again - feeling a little unsure of what he was doing - trying to avoid looking at his dick. I finally turned away and looked across the room hoping he didn't realize I had a hard-on and then turned back to him and looked at his eyes and said, "I don't know, why do you ask?" "I asked if you are strong?" he repeated. I was also fighting the urge to get up and leave the room and confused by my own hard cock under my towel? "Am I what?" I asked, finding it hard to look at him while he was laying there stroking away like it was normal. Then he stopped what he was doing, sat forward and asked, "So, are you really strong?" I found myself having trouble even answering the question because this situation made me so nervous. I tried to smile but the whole thing made me uncomfortable. "That's ok, buddy, I'm seeing your cock in my mind, so I guess I'm staring at you." He winked at me - still jacking off - and then laughed hard. "I'm sorry too," I said, "I didn't mean to stare at you." "I'm sorry," he said, "but seeing a young stud like you just turns me on and I can't help myself." As he talked he never stopped stroking his cock. "I've seen you here before hav." He started to say, but stop when he opened his eyes and saw me looking at him stroke his cock. This guy was leaning against the wall - the same as I had been - with his eyes closed and rubbing his hand up and down the shaft of his dick. I sat there staring at him - this was the first time I really saw another dick, besides my own - except when I've taken a shower after working out and another guy was also taking one but I never really looked before. This guy, probably in his earlier forties, was leaning against the wall with his towel open stroking himself.
"Yes, I had a good workout, thanks" I said and was about to close my eyes again but something caught me by surprise. "Have a good workout?" he caught me by surprised as I had started to drift off to sleep. This night there was another guy, sitting in the middle of the sauna when I came in, so I sat at the other end of the room and leaned against the wall with my eyes closed. One night after working out I decided to go into the sauna and even though I wasn't total comfortable with it, I went in naked with a tool wrapped around me because that's what everyone else did. I had trouble sleeping right away and working out seemed to help me unwind besides, there weren't a lot of people in the gym late at night. When I was eighteen I got a membership for a local 24 hour gym and would always go workout at 2:00 a.m. Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.