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At the gym, I didn’t feel like doing anything too cardio focused like aerobics or Zumba. So I decided to lift some weights and have a steady jog on the treadmill instead. I especially liked this gym because they didn’t have communal showers in the change-rooms. Though I’m a fit looking guy, I had a small secret I preferred to keep, and private showers helped me do that.
It’s bad enough I had to always dodge questions as to why a good-looking guy like me doesn’t have a girlfriend, or a boyfriend. Some thought I was gay because I seemed disinterested in women. The truth is, I’m too petrified about my ‘secret’ getting out, and that means I hadn’t been with anyone other than my hand. While some may wonder if I’m gay, I’m one-hundred percent straight. The idea of gay sex makes me feel sick, not that I begrudge Gays doing what comes naturally to them. Each to their own. Live and let live.
*****
When I was thirteen, I overheard my older, sixteen-year-old sister talking with her friends about this guy they knew with a tiny penis. Well, truthfully, I was eavesdropping and they didn’t know I was there. Hey, I was a horny teenager, and if a bunch of hot teen girls were hanging out with my sister, I liked to watch them and jerk off. God, the way they talked about this guy who apparently had four and a half inches was so awful and demeaning it made my insides hurt. I knew I was in trouble with my small cock, which back then was barely three-inches hard.
I decided right there I’d rather go without sex than be demeaned, belittled, and humiliated by other people over something I have no control over. Can I help it if I was born like this? It didn’t seem fair, I got the short end of the stick. So the best thing to do is admit defeat, and make the best of life using my other abilities of which I have a few.
Unfortunately, my other abilities mean lately I worked like a slave on projects important for the company who employed me.
*****
When I had finished my workout I went into the changing rooms and had a nice hot shower. Tonight had been a good night, as there weren’t too many people around. So the change rooms were empty when I used them. I had dried myself off and wrapped a towel around my waist and left the shower. I had perfected the technique of dressing under the towel, so I never took clothes into the shower with me.
Walking back to my locker, I heard the familiar voice of the Gym Manager Ken Reynolds behind me say, “Hey, Steve, I haven’t seen you in a while.”
I turned to see the buff physique of this six-foot, thirty-something man smiling at me. I always suspected he’s gay because his smiles seem more a leer, which made me wonder if he had the hots for me.
“Oh, hi, Ken. Yeah, work has been hell lately, but it’s nice to work out the cobwebs.”
“You know what’ll get you loosened up?”
Ken smiled in that most unholy way again.
“Oh, what?” I asked, thinking it probably involved some sexual activity.
“A nice hot… Steam!”
He smiled at me.
“Oh yeah, but I just had a shower—”
“Perfect. That means you’ll get the benefit of it. Come, all you need is your towel,” he said, gesturing me.
“I don’t know,” I said, feeling myself blush.
I feel nervous, as I preferred to go into the sauna with underwear on underneath my towel. Here I am, caught with only a towel to cover my nakedness and my little secret.
“Come on,” Ken said, walking out of the change rooms gesturing me to follow.
I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. To not go would seem rude after he’s been so nice to me, so I followed him. Not long after I found myself sitting in the sauna, enjoying the steamy humidity and sweating all those toxins out of my system. I had to admit I did like a good steam and began to think my fears were silly.
Three other men were in the sauna, all around my age and I chatted with them briefly, however, as the steam worked its charm and several weeks of burning the candles at both ends combined, I dozed off. A peaceful, comfortable nap, and my body felt relaxed. After a while, I could hear more chatter from the other guys and laughter even, still I ignored it trying to hold onto that feeling of relaxation in my nap.
However, the laughter became raucous, and as I began to wake I could hear the familiar voice of Ken says something about the most disappointed he’s been in ages. I opened my eyes and the three men and Ken were sitting across from me staring at me with smiles on their faces. No, they weren’t staring at me. I looked down at my lap and gasp, my towel lays open exposing everything. My small cock on full display for all to see. My tiny balls and nub of a soft cock barely poking out, the object of their fascination. I quickly gathered up my towel, and must have blushed a hundred different shades of red as I did so. I stood to leave, however Ken stood also, blocking my way.
Ken forcefully grabbed my arm, asking, “What’s your hurry, Steve?”
“Oh, I have to go sorry, err, would you mind getting out-of-the-way?” I stammered.
However, as I finished one of the other men had come behind me and ripped my towel off to howls of laughter leaving me naked.
Ken let go of my arm and stepped aside, smiling at me in my nakedness, saying, “Sure there you go. The change rooms are a short walk through the main gym, which is quite crowded now.”
“Please, Ken, give me back my towel. You have no right to humiliate me like this. I’m a good customer here.”
“Looking at the size of that dinky-dick of yours, I’d say we have every right to humiliate you. Isn’t that right boys?” Ken asked, looking around at the other men.
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