I think professional ice skating is kind of a strange spectator sport. I can appreciate the fact the skaters are incredible athletes, but the glitziness and show biz atmosphere makes it kind of an odd sport to watch. However, I have no problem watching the tight, muscled asses on the male skaters. With their skin-like, form-fitting pants nothing is left to the imagination and I must admit I can actually get a rise in my own trousers focusing on the movements of those glutes. Little did I know I would have personal knowledge of one of those perfect professional butts.
Two friends and I were doing our occasional "pig's night out." The three of us had been good friends for sometime and were known to go out and be fairly obnoxious at times. A little too much to drink, working up a sweat dancing at a local club and our trio was ready for just about anything. My one friend, Sam, could be a little friendlier than I wanted. I knew he wanted to have sex with me and I wasn't the least bit interested. And if he couldn't have sex with me, he wanted to watch me having sex with someone else and that interested me even less. His voyeurism had gotten in the way of a couple of my past sexual encounters and I hadn't appreciated it much.
The other friend, Todd, was one incredibly handsome and sexy package. Everyone assumed he and I were lovers, or at least fuck-buddies, but we were just the best of friends. We had both acknowledged a mutual attraction. However, we had never acted on it because we were afraid it would screw up our friendship. The funny thing was, I had no trouble at all having sex with someone while he was in the room doing the same thing with another guy - or just watching what I was doing. When people saw the three of us together they knew trouble was usually close behind.
On this particular night the three of us had way too much to drink and, all being single, started complaining to each other about not having men in our lives. With our inhibitions shot to hell we all agreed to go to a local bath house and see what kind of trouble we could cause. With it being "Buddy Night" at the baths we all got in at a discounted rate. As soon as we hit the locker room it seemed like guys were running for cover. Within a few minutes we spotted several neighborhood guys we knew who were obviously stepping out on their "husbands." Sam found an empty locker down one row and began to strip down, as Todd and I wandered to the next bank of lockers. I felt totally comfortable dropping my clothes in front of Todd. As usual we were kind of checking each other out and I noticed Todd was already getting hard. We both wrapped towels around our waists and started our stroll around the bath house.
The smell of chlorine and sex permeated the steamy air. It immediately turned me on. Sam was already long gone as Todd and I wandered into the video room. A old Colt video with two muscular specimen having sex was playing on the screen. The soundtrack was running a bit off like an old Japanese Godzilla movie. Over in one dark corner of the room, on a riser, a blond head was bobbing up and down in the lap of a man old enough to be my father. Other than that the room was empty so we moved on.
As we passed the bunkhouse room a hairy, well-muscled arm reached out and under my towel. The hand wrapped around my stiffening prick and pulled me into the lower bunk. Todd gave me a thumbs up and moved on his way. I found myself laying next to a hunky man who wanted to forego any preliminaries and immediately went to work washing my cock and balls with his tongue. Just as I was really getting into this guy giving me head, Sam stuck his head in my face and asked, "Mind if I watch or join in?"