Until recently, I thought this story was gross. I hated myself for being part of it. I have since come (no pun) to realize that what happened was a perfectly natural thing. Let's face it, the Human Male is basically a hedonistic ape. If it feels good, DO IT!
I seriously injured my back about 12 years ago. After surgery, I had physical therapy at a local health club; not a really swanky place; kind of old. The showers had no stalls; just shower heads. One time I walked in on five guys in the shower area who were standing in a group around one of them. At first, my mind refused to believe what my eyes were reporting. These were average, everyday guys of various ages. They were casually chatting about their wives and gf's. As they did this, they were also stroking their erect penises; every one of them; and were apparently enjoying themselves immensely.
Furthermore, they were making no attempt whatsoever to hide it. Had I
been whisked to another planet in my sleep? What the sam hill was going
on here? I assumed they were so involved with their pleasure that they
didn't see or hear me as I abruptly changed my mind about showering
that day and got the hell out of Dodge.
Here's the part I used to be ashamed of. That night, I had
an almost-wet dream (the first I'd had in years) about masturbating
with those guys in the health club shower. I was a little freaked out
at first, but found the idea more and more appealing as I lay there
thinking about it. I didn't climax during the dream, so I decided I
needed to masturbate in order to get back to sleep. The next morning, I
felt perverted and dirty. What was happening to me? I'd never even
considered pleasuring myself in front of anyone, let alone a MAN! Was I
embracing my latent homosexuality? Needless to say, I dreaded my next
therapy session. How would I handle it if I saw one of those guys
again? My therapy kept me occupied for an hour or so, then it was
shower time. I was absolutely covered with sweat, so wimping out on a
shower this time was not an option. I was feeling a little better about
things since I hadn't seen any of the five guys in the club that day.
That went out the window as the 40-ish looking one appeared out of a
racketball room. My heart raced. What was I so worried about? He didn't
know me from Adam; and none of them knew I saw them........so I
thought. As we headed for the locker room, the other four men showed up
from various areas of the club. OMG!! Here we go again!! Damned
cataracts. I sat on the bench by my locker as they all stripped down
and entered the shower. I decided to wait for them to finish and leave
before I showered. Simple solution, right? No dice. I sat there trying
not to think at all when I heard a voice call out. "You're welcome to
join us, man.........." it said cordially. I looked around. Nobody else
in the locker room. Well, so much for my anonymity. They knew I'd seen
them and they knew I was the only one in the locker room. I gathered my
nerve and walked into the shower with my towell around my waste. There
they were; all five of them, joyously stroking away. "Uh, I don't want
to disturb you gentlemen........" I stammered, "I just need to shower."
In reply, I got a mix of "No problem, brother; You ain't botherin' us,
dude". I busied myself with showering and they kept busy with what they
were doing. As I listened to them, I realized they were't gay in the
least; not one of them. They were just five guys who were goosing off
in the shower together. One of them was talking about how much he
enjoyed making love to his extremely pregnant wife. He was a man after
my own heart. I'd had a fetish for pregnant women for as long as I
could remember. I got butterflies in my stomach as I realized I was
actually thinking about joining them. My penis started becoming erect.
OMG AGAIN!! I'm not into this!! I thought of every ugly thing I could
to sedate my penis as I quickly tried to end my shower and get out.
Just when I thought I had myself under control, the 40-ish one walked
over to me without missing a single stroke. He spoke very politely.
"I'm sorry, friend, if we're offending you...." he began. I stammered
another reply as I hurredly dried off and put my towell back around my
waste. "No, sir, not at all, it caught me a bit off guard,
but..........." was all I got out. He was really enjoying his
masturbation and it was rather difficult to string words together for
both of us. "Please don't misinterpret what you're seeing here, okay?"
he said with a slight gasp of pleasure, "We're just practicing good
prostate health." Oh, THERE'S a great visual; these guys giving each
other prostate exams. I almost wretched. Then, my memory came to my
rescue. It recalled an article I'd read in some men's health magazine.
Masturbation does promote a healthy prostate. My penis interpreted this
as a "Go For Throttle Up", promptly coming to a full rock hard
erection. The 'doctor' slowly walked back to the group, still going at
it. The intensity of his enjoyment aroused me even more. Not that I
wanted to touch him or any of the others, but knowing how much fun they
were having really fired me up. My panic reflex was telling me to get
out of there, but my libido was winning the arguement. Another member
of the group
spoke. It was the youngest one, maybe 25. "Its really okay, man," he
said, "We're not doin' each other or anything like that......." "I
know, I know," I blurted, "I'm just not into this kind of
thing........." "You mean you never jerk-off?" another one said. My
hand was now on auto-pilot and began massaging the head of my penis
under my towell. I really don't know what I was about to say when he
continued. "Look, man, its all cool, seriously, if you wanna leave, go
ahead. But you're welcome to join us." I stood dumbfounded trying to
think of something to say as he went on further. "Nobody's gonna look
at ya or make fun of ya, man. We're all standin' here doin' the same
thing. Just lube up and stroke your rod and don't worry about it." That
did it. My panic reflex suddenly shut up. (I think my libido shoved a
gag in its mouth) I slowly dropped the towell, my erection making
itself extremely visible. I began dry stroking and walked hesitantly
over to the group. Not one of them even gave me a look but I again got
a mixture of pleasantries from them. It felt incredibly strange, but I
liked it. Was this really happening? I just stood there listening to
the conversation and rubbing the head of my penis. Their discussion had
turned to sexual positions. Another one spoke to me as he handed me a
tube of KY lubricant. "Welcome, brother," he said cheerfully, "Enjoy
yourself......." No turning back now. I lubed myself up and began
seriously rubbing my penis, a tiny moan escaping my throat as I
surrendered myself to the situation. My inhibitions faded quickly. It
was so good. The most sexual fun I'd had in years. We talked about
masturbating as if it were a common subject. Lubes, grip styles,
circumcision, our favorite porn, etc.; it was all fair game. When one
of us stopped talking the rest of us knew he was really getting into
his pleasure and left him alone. It was so much fun! Sometimes we would
try to cum together, sometimes we would see who could edge longer.
Spent a LOT of time in that shower, let me tell you. My therapy
continued for another 3 months and I joined in the group-jerk more
times than I can recall. One of the group, a nice guy about 30, wasn't
circed and had never used any lube to masturbate. I'm the one who
convinced him to pull his foreskin back and rub lube on his bare head.
Made a believer out of him! Shortly after my therapy was done, I
started feeling awful about this and remained that way for years.
Reading stories on this site changed my view, thankfully. Masturbation
is a natural way to relieve stress and, as we all know, its good for
your prostate. The 25-ish one's words ring in my head to this day.
"Just lube up and stroke your rod and don't worry about it." Just
thinking about it excites me sometimes.
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