donDuring the early 2000's, I had numerous sexual encounters with various older men at the YMCA. I will use this thread to recount these stories to the best of my abilities.I used to ride the bus to the downtown YMCA everyday. I would always arrive around the same time and would play basketball or lift weights for an hour or so before hitting the locker rooms. This YMCA had a big open lockeroon area that always was packed with naked older guys. The wet area adjacent to the lockers had a hot tub, sauna, steam room, and a big open shower area. Most people are totally naked in the wet area. I started to notice that I would run into the same guys every day. There was one guy in particular, whose name I never got, but let's call him Don. Don was an older man, bald head on top with white hair on the sides, glasses, a beard, a lean body, and a beautiful uncircumcised penis. Being uncircumcised also, I was fascinated by his cock and it wasnt long before he took notice.Don was never shy about being nude. He would walk around naked in the locker room and wet area, only using his towel to dry himself when he was wet. I loved this carefree nature he had but I was shy at first. I would usually bahis şirketleri stay covered, only getting naked in the shower.I would always go into the sauna with him when I saw him go in. He would always greet me with a smile. He would sit on the bottom bench of sauna facing my with his back to the door so no one could see him if they walked by. He would ask me about school, my day, etc. I never asked him anything, just answered and stared at his amazing cock. He was always naked, legs open, and would casually massage his penis and retract his foreskin while talking to me calmly. Always just calmly playing with his penis, letting it grow little by little and sliding the foreskin back like a pro. I would sit across from him on the top bench in awe just mesmerized. His penis looked like what I wanted mine to look like when I got older. It was almost like he knew this and was showing me how to masturbate. I would have a towel over my lap but every minute or so I would lift it up and act like I was wiping sweat off my face, when I was really just exposing my growing erection. I loved watching him get turned on by looking at my cock.Over time we developed a good rapport. Whenever bahis firmaları we saw each other out in the workout area of the Y, we would give each other a knowing nod but never talked openly in public. Given my age he was wise to not be too forward with me. We got to know each other's routine and would always end up in the sauna alone together around the same time when no one else was there.Don would typically spend about 30 mins going back and forth from sauna, shower, hot tub, steam. I would follow him casually and watch him masturbate. I would lift up my towel and show him my erection. Sometimes we would go into the showers together. He would always stay far enough away from me so I felt safe. He would be hard in the showers but would not openly masturbate there, only in the sauna. He wasn't much for the steam, just the sauna and hot tub and shower.After we both got done going back and forth each day we would go into the locker room together and he would stand in front of me while he dried himself off, retracting his foreskin and wiping his glans dry a few inches from my face, still hard as a rock. Looking back, it is impressive how he was able to stay hard for so kaçak bahis siteleri long.During these formative years, I only saw him cum once. It wasn't until later than we would openly masturbate together but that's for a later post. The one time I saw him cum. I had know him for a few years and was very comfortable around him at this point. We were both in the sauna and on this day I decided to keep my towel open and sit up with knees to my chest to let my cock and balls hang down for a full view. He saw this and said something about the temperature of the sauna being hotter on top and climbing up on the top bench, still across from me. He opened his legs and began to pull on his foreskin like always. As both our penises grew during our idle chat, mine began to throb and twitch. This delighted him and his foreskin rubbing began to intensify. Suddenly he stopped stroking and pinched the tip of his foreskin together right before his penis began to rhythmically pump. His eyes closed as his foreskin filled up with cum, his fingers tightly pinched as to not let any out. When the orgasm stopped, he grabbed his towel and pulled it over the top of his penis before releasing his grip to catch the semen. Then we sat there in silence for a bit. I never saw any actual cum go out of his cock, which I really wish I would have.I'll keep updating this thread with stories about Don and others. Please add your own stories also