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                          A Gay Fantasy
                         by Steve Jensen
                        Rusty & Edies BBS
                         [phone]
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I am a fairly straight, normal guy in his mid-30's who really
doesn't do a lot out of the norm.  I have a wife, kids, mortgage,
and had always considered myself pretty much the stereotype of a
young urban professional.  I even belong to a fairly exclusive
health club that I visit three nights a week.  I thought I knew
everything about myself -- until last week.

It was getting late - close to 11 PM - and just about everyone had
left the gym.  Even though it was open all night, I found it almost
vacant on weekday nights and this one was no exception.  I had
finished a vigorous workout and was relaxing in the sauna when a
young boy entered.  He was about 16 years old.  I had noticed him
earlier on the gym floor working out with the rowing machine.

He hadn't been coming to the gym long and I could tell by the way
he used the equipment that he was still learning.  He was a slender
boy, a very proportionate build.  I thought to myself that if
working out was to do anything for him it would be to tone that
fantastic body.  As he entered the sauna, he casually brushed a
lock of his long shoulder-length brown hair from his eyes.  "How's
it going," he asked.

"Great," I responded.  We made some small talk -- he told me he was
a junior in high school -- his brother was a member of the gym and
had let him use his card while he was out of town.  Usually,
strangers in the club were reluctant to strike up conversation and
I welcomed having someone to talk to as I spent my usual time in
the sauna.

The boy, his name was Mike, continued to relate little bits of
information about himself.  The more I talked to him, I realized
that he must be one of the teenage heartthrobs of the local high
school.  He had dimples that made themselves apparent each time he
smiled.  His eyes were always casting a warm, friendly glow.  I
found myself really liking this kid the more I talked to him.

After about ten minutes in the dry sauna, mikes tee-shirt was
soaked with sweat.  He slipped it up over his head, revealing a
well-built, hairless torso and flat stomach.  I was beginning to
get confused by my attraction to Mike.  I had never felt anything
sexual for another male before, but I kept feeling that familiar
tingling deep in my groin just like what I felt when I was closing
in on a desirable female.  In a way the feeling disgusted me, but
in another it caused me to experience an immense excitement like
nothing I had ever felt before.

I wondered to myself if Mike was going to shower and if I was going
to catch a glimpse of the rest of that fantastic boyish body of
his.   I couldn't believe I was thinking this.  Standing up I
announced, "Well, guess it's time to hit the showers!"

I was hoping inside that he would follow.  Instead he cheerfully
responded "Nice talking to ya!" It was late.  I had thought about
waiting to see what he did, maybe if he went in first I could
follow him and watch him.  But I yielded to the practical side of
what I was feeling and decided to call it a day.  Besides, he may
not even go in the showers.  Then I would get home after midnight
for nothing.

The warm water felt great cascading over my back.  I had all but
forgot about Mike and the bizarre feelings that I had experienced.
Then he entered the shower.  He was still wearing his mid-thigh
length bathing trunks -- a lot of the guys showered in their trunks
and then changed back at their locker.  I was wondering if Mike
would be doing this when he turned and slipped the trunks down and
stepped out of them.  His jockey shorts remained underneath, and
now soaking wet, had become almost transparent.  Through them, I
could see the vivid outline of his young cock and the patch of dark
pubic hair above it.

He was facing away from me when he slipped the shorts off too --
I was mystified by a full view of his round hairless buns.  They
were more perfect then any girl's ass I had ever seen.  I felt the
guilt that I was experiencing give way to a brand new wave of
excitement as I stood, naked, alone in a shower with the most
beautiful teenage boy I had ever seen.

For quite some time Mike showered with his back to me.  I enjoyed
the sight of his bare butt so much that I didn't notice that I had
continued to soap my crotch so much that I was developing an
erection.  Mike turned and I got my first unobstructed frontal view
of the boy.  He had a nicely sized, thick circumcised cock and just
enough pubic hair to signify his adolescence.  I know he saw me
looking at him and I caught him glance at my cock, now beginning
to stiffen.  He started his friendly small talk again.  "I like it
when the water has more pressure," he said.

"I agree with you," I responded.  "I think it is because both
showers are going.  It is really strong with just one."

Mike turned his shower off.  "Is that better?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah," I replied.  "Much better."  I was beginning to regret
having said anything about the pressure as I thought it would draw
this encounter to a close.  Then Mike joined me under my shower.

"Guess we can share," he said, smiling.  For a few minutes he
stood, his back to me, and washed himself down.  I watched every
move from close up.  I became overwhelmed when he accidentally
backed up and my cock brushed against his bare butt.  "Sorry!" he
said.

"No need to apologize," I replied as I reached around in front of
the boy and held him to me so that my now stiff cock ran straight
along the crack separating his buns.   I almost expected him to
pull loose from me and bolt away, but he pressed himself into me
even tighter.  As I held him, I reached around and started to
gently massage his erect cock.

Mike responded my gently rotating his bare buns so that my erect
member moved up and down his crack, the head occasionally brushing
across his asshole.  I thought for a second what would happen if
someone came in but then quickly disposed of the thought in favor
of the passion I was feeling.

"Ever done anything like this before?" I asked him.

"No, but I knew when I saw you in the gym tonight that somehow
things were gonna be different.  That feels great.  The only time
I have ever gotten off has been when I do it myself," he answered.

My cock had become wet with preseminal fluid.  As it brushed across
mikes asshole, I felt him force himself back on me as if he wanted
to try it in him.  With one hand still stroking his cock, I took
the other to guide my cock into his hole.  Mike used his hands to
hold his buns apart.  The water from the shower made it an easy
entry -- especially for a kid who had never had a cock up his ass
before.

As I slowly worked  myself into him, I retained the sense of
amazement that at this point in my life I had decided to commit a
homosexual act with a teenage boy.  I knew that I would have never
done it with anyone else.  It must have been charm, or chemistry
or something that caused this boy to overwhelm me with lust.

By now Mike was bracing himself against the shower wall... I was
slowly thrusting my stiff member deeper and deeper into his anal
canal.  At one point we almost slipped and fell on the wet,
slippery tile.  "Do you want me to shoot my cum up inside you?" I
asked him, whispering in his ear, excited and short of breath.

In the same cheerful tone that we had held our conversation all
evening, he responded, "Well, I am not a girl so I can't get
pregnant so you can squirt in me all you want."  I felt a boiling
deep in my balls as my cock started to explode.

"This  is it, son, I am cumming in your ass.  You're my boy now!
You are gonna feel me squirt inside you!" I panted as wave after
wave of cum gushed from my cock.  The lubrication made my cock
slide easier and my strokes were longer and deeper and faster as
I came.  I had stopped stroking his  cock and now had both hands
on his hips, guiding his entire body up and down on my cock.  I
came longer than I ever had fucking my wife.  I didn't think I
would ever stop.

I had finished depositing my load and let my now softening cock
slip from Mike's ass.   The amount of cum that I had deposited in
him made my cock just sort of ooze out.  Mike turned.  His dimples
were at their peak as he gave me his disarming boyish smile.  "Wow,
that was great!" he said.  I looked down past his smooth, flat
stomach to see a stiff teenage cock still in need of attention.
Turning the water off, I led Mike out of the shower and over to a
bench near the lockers.  Sitting down on the bench, his stiff cock
was waving in my face.  I proceeded to take the boy's cock in my
mouth and suck.  I was amazed that I could do that -- it was almost
natural.  I found myself wondering why my wife had such  a hard
time giving me a blow job when I was enjoying so much what I was
doing with Mike.

Mike had started pumping his cock into my mouth and I had once
again located his asshole, now slippery beyond belief, and inserted
my forefinger all the way.  "I can't hold back anymore, mister,"
said Mike as he abandoned his steady pumping for a wild thrashing
as his load cut loose inside my mouth.

While the warm, salty fluid filled my cheeks I made no effort to
pull away.  I thought to myself that I had gone all the way and
would never be "straight" again.   Mikes cum was dripping out the
sides of my mouth and all over my body.  After his dick left my
mouth, I continued to stroke him and he continued to squirt his
teenage cum in my face.  Finally, he was drained.  I stood.  We
looked each other in the eye and smiled.

"That was so great.  Thanks!" he said as he dried himself off.

"Thank you.  That was the time of my life.  Can we get together
sometime again?"  I asked him.

"Well, like that was something I just wanted to try and I did and
it was really fantastic.  But I don't think I will ever do it
again, I will just think about what it was like," he said.

That night I went home and made the best love to my wife that I
ever had.