This part of the story is real:
Swimming is great exercise, so I joined a pool and gym facility thirty minutes from my home, with a large, multiple-lap pool, hot tub, steam room, and sauna. Once a week I would make this my gym/spa day. In each of the showers, there was a heavy translucent door and a drying area with a curtain separating it from the shower area.
It seemed like the perfect design for two men to enjoy each other discretely while taking a shower. I often stroked my cock in the shower or fantasized about being with another man within its walls.
Early afternoon, I found, was a great time to be at the pool, at this large gym facility. At this hour, it is easy to get a free swim lane, and, more importantly, the locker room was relatively quiet.
Over time, I had two different men send subtle signals in the locker room, once in the steam room, the other in the sauna. Or at least I thought they were signals; I had no real experience in responding to their subtle suggestions. Besides, neither man was of interest, there was no attraction. I wondered if they had any success luring their intended man into the showers. The steam room and sauna were too open for having any liaison, just apparently picking up a guy.
One day I noticed a man similar in size and age to me, with short grey hair enter the pool area. I don’t know what made me take notice, as he walked over to the pool. He jumped in a few lanes over from me. I returned to my swimming, not thinking of this man, just keeping track of my technique and trying to remember how many laps I swam.
After I finished my swim, I headed over to the large hot tub, which was adjacent to the lane pool. Ten minutes later, I was joined by the man that I earlier took notice of. He looked over and we exchanged greetings as he moved to the opposite side.
After another five minutes, I left the hot tub and entered the locker room. Soon after, he entered the locker room as well.
As he entered the locker room from the pool area, he peeled off his bathing suit. I tried not to look, yet I did, as he was walking in my direction. His cock was a fair size, his balls completely trimmed, wet and smooth.
He smiled as he passed by, so I wondered if I was too obvious, then I realized he was looking at my cock as I had already removed my own swim trunks. His locker was at the far end of the room. Yet, in the mirror, I caught him looking again, or so I thought.
My mind wandered: asking myself how I make a connection. I am not that bold and totally inexperienced in seducing another man, used online websites instead. Then again, maybe I am misreading the situation, as he didn’t make any moves either. Did he want to make a move on me, I wondered. Maybe he was just as inexperienced at this subtle seduction scene.
At that moment a group of men entered the locker room, and I headed to the shower.
I left my shower door open slightly, a subtle invitation, hoping this man would fulfill one of my fantasies and join me in the shower. Alas, he did not enter my shower and when I finished, he was gone.
This is the fantasy part of the story:
As he walked past, coming from the hot tub, slipping his bathing suit off, he smiled and with a low whisper he said, “nice cock.”