Steam Room Encounter

After graduating from law school, I clerked for a judge in a large city. I lived downtown right near the courthouse in a small apartment I shared with three other guys. It wasn't a comfortable or cheap arrangement, but I thought it was worth it for the ability to walk to work every day. Having little in the way of disposable income, I pinched every penny to make ends meet.

Consistent with my miserly approach to life at the time, I limited my workouts to the "exercise room" in the basement of my apartment building. However, soon after I moved in, a fancy new gym opened a couple blocks away. As part of their opening special, they offered a two-month trial membership for a nominal fee. In addition to weights and cardio equipment, the facility offered a full-sized pool, dry sauna, and steam room. I had been a competitive swimmer in high school and really missed it, so I thought the trial membership would be worth it to use the pool.

The gym was open 24-hours, and I would usually go there between about 9 and 11 PM. Due to the lateness of the hour and the fact that it was relatively new facility, it wasn't uncommon for me to have the entire locker room and pool area to myself. I found the gym to be a welcome contrast to my crowded, messy apartment and enjoyed the solitude it offered. I soon began to linger in the sauna and steam room after my workouts to extend the time I spent away from my roommates.

After a swim late one night, I was sitting in the steam room when another guy came in. He was in excellent shape, with defined abs and well-built arms. I'd guess he was in his early to mid 30s, of average height with chestnut brown hair and hazel or light brown eyes. He was wearing a towel around his waist, while I was sitting fully nude on the bench. He acknowledged me with a polite nod and took a seat directly across from me. I returned his pleasantry with a nod of my own, leaned my head back, and closed my eyes.

A few minutes later, I opened my eyes again when I heard him shift positions. Through the steam, I could see that he had moved his hand down the front of his towel. No doubt sensing that he had my attention, he looked up and made eye contact with me. There was something sexual about his gaze, and I felt my cock twitch and begin to swell in the open, humid air. Without breaking eye contact, he smiled, pulled his hand out, and undid the knot in the front of his towel.

He threw the towel open in a fluid motion, fully exposing himself to me. With the exception of a neatly groomed patch at the base of his dick, his body was completely hairless. His cut cock was fully erect ... not terribly large but a decent size nonetheless. He looked down as if to admire himself, then wiped his hand across his flat, glistening torso. Using his own sweat as lubricant, he then began to jerk his cock. When he was about a half dozen pumps in, he lifted his head and gave me an expectant look. I was already rock-hard by this point, so I mimicked his motion, wiped some sweat from my own stomach, and began to jerk my shaved, cut cock.

We stroked for a minute or two in complete silence. At one point, I tried to awkwardly start a conversation by saying, "So..."

He lifted a single finger to his lips and shook his head in a quiet rebuke, clearly communicating that the moment would be ruined by talking. I was relieved that I wouldn't be forced to make small talk while masturbating with a stranger, but still a little disappointed that he wanted to keep this a strictly anonymous sexual encounter. I think he realized that I was somewhat put out, so he attempted to compensate by patting the open space next to him on the bench. I immediately got up and crossed the small, hazy room, plopping myself down beside him.

Initially, there was a little bit of space between us. However, as we both neared climax, we inched closer to the point where our thighs, arms, and shoulders were touching. I let out a small moan as I reached the point of no return. I turned my head to see that he was staring intently at my cock as a few globs of cum spurted out and landed on my stomach. I heaved a sigh and slumped against his shoulder, which gave me a front row seat to his orgasm. He began stroking faster and faster until his own dick practically exploded all over his stomach.

We sat there with our cum-covered torsos for a couple minutes, enjoying the afterglow of the experience. After a minute or two, he picked up his long-forgotten towel, wiped himself town, and playfully tossed it to me. I started to clean myself up, but as I did so he got up and walked out of the steam room without a word - still completely in the nude. I made no move to follow him ... judging by his reaction to my earlier attempt to initiate conversation, I didn't think he wanted anything further to come from this encounter. No, this was one of those fleeting moments that needed to be appreciated for what it was. These thoughts were confirmed when I emerged into the main locker room a few minutes later and found it totally empty.

Despite knowing that the experience probably would not be repeated, I continued going to the gym at the same time nearly every night hoping to see my friend again. My efforts were unsuccessful - after a few weeks, the trial membership expired and I went back to using the exercise room in the basement of my apartment building. Then, about six months later, the judge called me into his chambers to take notes while he conferenced with some attorneys. I walked into the judge's office and found him speaking with two individuals - an older gentleman and my friend from the steam room! He was one of the associate lawyers on a case that was before the judge.

My friend gave me a sideways glace as a I walked past him to take a seat behind the judge, but otherwise betrayed no sign of surprise or recognition. I was likewise determined not to give any indication that we had met before. We mostly succeeded - exchanging only a handful of knowing looks which neither the judge nor his boss noticed. At the end of the half-hour conference, everyone stood up to shake hands. When I shook hands with my friend, he looked me right in the eye, said, "It was a pleasure," and winked. 

"Oh yes," I responded, "it certainly was!"

Following our meeting in the judge's chambers, I suppose it would have been easy for either of us to have contacted the other. I was the only male clerk serving under that particular judge at the time, and his name was listed on all the pleadings submitted by his firm. As my clerkship entered into its final months, I was tempted to reach out - but somehow I knew that he wouldn't appreciate the gesture. Perhaps he was closeted, or married, or in a long-term relationship ... whatever they were, he had his reasons for wanting to be discreet, and I would be respectful of them. This was my only sexual encounter with a stranger - but still a memory that makes me hard.