Plains, November 2016At the YMCA the other night, when I was stripping down after my workout, the guy at the locker next to mine found an excuse to play around on his cell phone instead of taking off his gym trunks. He was obviously going to wait until I was gone.
He was in his 20s, probably: his round baby face and short dark-brown hair made him look like a teenager. Very tall, at least 6" taller than me, pale, with a smooth soft chest and a little belly.
"Poor thing," I thought. "Being so tall will make his tiny meat look even smaller."
A rule of thumb for locker room cruising:
Guys with big ones walk to the showers with their towel in hand rather than around their waist, then stand around chatting nude at their lockers.
Guys with small ones hide behind a towel at all times, even putting on their underwear beneath it. Sometimes they even refuse to take off their clothes until the bank of lockers around them is deserted.
I locked my locker, grabbed my towel (I never wrap it around my waist), and headed for the showers. I was nearly finished when Baby Face finally arrived, and chose the stall across from me. He carefully and deliberately faced the shower head, so none of the othe guys could see anything but his backside.
I soaped up a second time, hoping to get a glimpse, tiny or not.
A glimpse: my mouth dropped. It was enormous! Kovbasa++++!
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