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.
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.
