Gym/steam room etiquette

[Oldschoolbiketen]

What is the general thought on a jockstrap in the steam room/sauna? Post workout at the gym, jock or no jock? The gym I occasionally attend, where at 52 I'm one of the younger visitors, jockstraps are not uncommon. I have worn mine into both the sauna and steam room but I'm wondering if I broke some unmentioned rule by doing so. I showered in my jock before entering and sat on a towel. No one has ever said anything or looked twice. I even had a man in his 70's comment that he was glad the jockstrap wasn't dead. And, it's an everyday scene of a small group of old men having a conversation in the nude in the the locker room. So, I don't think it's an issue. I'm just curious about everyone's thoughts.

 

[Hornynow]

This discussion (altho not hugely interesting for me) did raise an erotic memory of sorts....
Preparing to return home for a visit from «wide-open» Montréal, my hometown gay circle had advised me to book a shi-shi little boutique hotel because it offered «amenities» I might enjoy, including its owner, who was a retired body-builder and model who still «had what it takes» and was famous for his prodigeous ability to satisfy thirsty guests. Well, as it happened, I didn't get to «taste the prize» that time altho the eye-candy was frequent if frustrating. But in one of my sallies forth to the tiny sauna where the «etiquette» was very relaxed I sashayed thru the door naked and raging hard (having left my hotel-supplied «fabulous» terrycloth robe on a hook outside) only to come face to face with the local Bishop wearing nothing but a smile, and greetng with his always-quick queenly drawl:
w-e-l-l, n-o-w, I always w-o-n-d-e-r-e-d about Y-O-U... THAT, however, was my clue to feign a need to relieve myself and exeunt (actually to relieve myself of his attentions as he was not my type) — he had been occasionally too close for comfort years before.
The pull of «tasting the prize» however caused me to return to that hotel and eventually being «awarded the prize» to my great pleasure and satisfaction. The studly hotelier was every bit as «tasty» as legend painted him and his menu so gourmand-satisfying that I returned many times and, of course, unreservedly recommended that hotel to all my Montréal gay friends.

I bet the biggest gulps ever served with moans.

 

[BULGEHOUND]

Oh YES!!!!! If Michelin gave stars for sexual satisfaction excellence he'd be a FIVE!

 

[WpbMike]

This discussion (altho not hugely interesting for me) did raise an erotic memory of sorts....
Preparing to return home for a visit from «wide-open» Montréal, my hometown gay circle had advised me to book a shi-shi little boutique hotel because it offered «amenities» I might enjoy, including its owner, who was a retired body-builder and model who still «had what it takes» and was famous for his prodigeous ability to satisfy thirsty guests. Well, as it happened, I didn't get to «taste the prize» that time altho the eye-candy was frequent if frustrating. But in one of my sallies forth to the tiny sauna where the «etiquette» was very relaxed I sashayed thru the door naked and raging hard (having left my hotel-supplied «fabulous» terrycloth robe on a hook outside) only to come face to face with the local Bishop wearing nothing but a smile, and greetng me with his always-quick queenly drawl:
w-e-l-l, n-o-w, I always w-o-n-d-e-r-e-d about Y-O-U... THAT, however, was my clue to feign a need to relieve myself and exeunt (actually to relieve myself of his attentions as he was not my type) — he had been occasionally too close for comfort years before.
The pull of «tasting the prize» however caused me to return to that hotel and eventually being «awarded the prize» to my great pleasure and satisfaction. The studly hotelier was every bit as «tasty» as legend painted him and his personal menu so gourmand-satisfying that I returned many times and, of course, unreservedly recommended that hotel to all my Montréal gay friends.

That’s fn HOT!

 

[Hornynow]

Oh YES!!!!! If Michelin gave stars for sexual satisfaction excellence he'd be a FIVE!

Ohhhhh

 

[ibz1492]

Thank you! All excellent points of consideration! I grew up during the height of jockstrap acceptance/requirements so to me the choice is always a no Brainer! Jockstrapped or naked!
Now about seeing you naked stud...

My favourite saunas are on cruise ships. The wives go shopping or sunning and the men go looking for a quickie hook-up. They are getting less and less accessible lately, and often one needs a Spa membership. But well worth it. I like to go into the sauna with a towel around me, nothing else. I try to sit strategically so I can see the others dudes, and they can hopefully see my junk. I just lose the towel after I sit down, and let things take their own course. Almost always there is a response of another guy letting me see more of what he is offering. In the evenings, at the recognized mixed-crowd bar, the husbands are there to continue the contact; often the wives are there and all is quite civil. I have always had great fun, starting in the sauna, or in one of the many jacuzzis scattered near the swimming pools; contacts are easily than you would imagine. Happy hunting!

 

[Hornynow]

My favourite saunas are on cruise ships. The wives go shopping or sunning and the men go looking for a quickie hook-up. They are getting less and less accessible lately, and often one needs a Spa membership. But well worth it. I like to go into the sauna with a towel around me, nothing else. I try to sit strategically so I can see the others dudes, and they can hopefully see my junk. I just lose the towel after I sit down, and let things take their own course. Almost always there is a response of another guy letting me see more of what he is offering. In the evenings, at the recognized mixed-crowd bar, the husbands are there to continue the contact; often the wives are there and all is quite civil. I have always had great fun, starting in the sauna, or in one of the many jacuzzis scattered near the swimming pools; contacts are easily than you would imagine. Happy hunting!

Omg I got an to find out where these are!

 

[Hornynow]

Last week I was in the sauna after a good workout and was wearing my jock under my towel. I decided to open up the towel to reveal my jock pouch. Not long after, the 3 men in there with me whipped their large hard cocks out of their shorts or underwear and began to stroke. The only thing you could hear was breathing and moaning. Another guy stood at the door of the sauna to keep watch. He warned that someone was coming. The cocks were put away. Once it was determined that the new guy was also down for fun the cocks came back out and the masturbating continued. Hot times!

I am so hard!

 

[BULGEHOUND]

Reminds me of one of the hi-rise apartment buildings in Montréal that I inhabited for a few years. The first clue I got was continually finding multiple (mostly «designer») jockstraps and sexy almost-fetish underwear «lost» in the washers and dryers sometimes even lying «forgotten» rather obviously on countertops. Being not a great fan of swimming pools (too used to ocean swimming, and allergic to the chlorine) I did eventually venture down to explore the building's smallish but spiffy pool. In the MEN's Change Room on the back of the entrance door was a discrete little notice: This is a FAMILY pool. «Men Only» after 10:00 pm. Well, WHAT an invitation! The very next night I donned my hottest swimjock and my traslucent next-to-nothing running shorts and headed out at 10:30. The pool was crowded with gym-rat otters and fit daddies cavorting like a scene from a low-budget soft porn movie. Before I could (gingerly!) slip into the shallow end, two gorgous muscled otters grabbed me and tossed me into the midst of that melée. As I came to the surface and caught my breath I felt big strong hands examining all sorts of erogenous spots and one huge alpha daddy bear with a giant furry arm around me growling «welcome to the 1673 Pleasure Palace! as he cupped my balls and planted a hot furry kiss. To be truthful it was just a tad extreme for my taste (at the time) so I retreated to the sauna where things were much quieter but still quite interesting. That first night I ended up with the two Muscle Otters (who were both airline pilots — and a couple) in my little bachelor suite where they no sooner got inside than they threw themselves onto my queen- [ptp!] size bed groaning in unison: fuck me baby, fuck me... Which although not the most adept of TOPs I happily complied and they, in gratitude, assuaged my insatiable appetite for the nectar of the gods with multiple warm, creamy treats. This was the first of numerous exciting encounters in that building more to be recounted later........

 

[Hornynow]

Reminds me of one of the hi-rise apartment buildings in Montréal that I inhabited for a few years. The first clue I got was continually finding multiple (mostly «designer») jockstraps and sexy almost-fetish underwear «lost» in the washers and dryers sometimes even lying «forgotten» rather obviously on countertops. Being not a great fan of swimming pools (too used to ocean swimming, and allergic to the chlorine) I did eventually venture down to explore the building's smallish but spiffy pool. In the MEN's Change Room on the back of the entrance door was a discrete little notice: This is a FAMILY pool. «Men Only» after 10:00 pm. Well, WHAT an invitation! The very next night I donned my hottest swimjock and my traslucent next-to-nothing running shorts and headed out at 10:30. The pool was crowded with gym-rat otters and fit daddies cavorting like a scene from a low-budget soft porn movie. Before I could (gingerly!) slip into the shallow end, two gorgous muscled otters grabbed me and tossed me into the midst of that melée. As I came to the surface and caught my breath I felt big strong hands examining all sorts of erogenous spots and one huge alpha daddy bear with a giant furry arm around me growling «welcome to the 1673 Pleasure Palace! as he cupped my balls and planted a hot furry kiss. To be truthful it was just a tad extreme for my taste (at the time) so I retreated to the sauna where things were much quieter but still quite interesting. That first night I ended up with the two Muscle Otters (who were both airline pilots — and a couple) in my little bachelor suite where they no sooner got inside than they threw themselves ont hio my queen- [ptp!] size bed groaning in unison: fuck me baby, fuck me... Which although not the most adept of TOPs I happily complied and they, in gratitude, assuaged my insatiable appetite for the nectar of the gods with multiple warm, creamy treats. This was the first of numerous exciting encounters in that building more to be recounted later.....

 

[Hornynow]

Lots of moaning? Creamy dessert?

 

[BULGEHOUND]

Oh yes! These guys were young, fit, healthy, and, when not offering up their man-pussies could Stand & Deliver with the best of them — a posture and output I've throughly enjoyed ever since my first excitingly delicious slurp and still do! It's not called The Nectar of the Gods for nothing. [ ;—Q.......

 

[Hornynow]

Oh yes! These guys were young, fit, healthy, and, when not offering up their man-pussies could Stand & Deliver with the best of them — a posture and output I've throughly enjoyed ever since my first excitingly delicious slurp and still do! It's not called The Nectar of the Gods for nothing. [ ;—Q.......

I really need to feed a dude,!

 

[BULGEHOUND]

Well if you were close enough to Nanaimo I'd be putting on my bib! [ ;—Q........

 

[BULGEHOUND]

Horny NOW is the best kind of stud to encounter! Interestingly, some of the most memorable sex I've had was with perfect stranger mostly married men whose NOW was so overpowering that they were instant pickups and we had raging hot sex in some pretty risky locations simply because they needed it NOW.

 

[Hornynow]

Horny NOW is the best kind of stud to encounter! Interestingly, some of the most memorable sex I've had was with perfect stranger mostly married men whose NOW was so overpowering that they were instant pickups and we had raging hot sex in some pretty risky locations simply because they needed it NOW.

Don't they all. Married men are deprived. I know used to have girl friend.

 

[BULGEHOUND]

As a wag of my acquaintance once opined: Yes, they're STRAIGHT...... One lascivious glance and they're straight into your BED!

 

[Hornynow]

As a wag of my acquaintance once opined: Yes, they're STRAIGHT...... One lascivious glance and they're straight into your BED!

Lol

 

[openjock74]

For steam rooms and saunas attached to men's locker rooms, I saw guys sitting on towels naked or in jockstraps as far back as I can remember. The jocks are less common now, but I still occasionally see men like that, they tend to be older, at least 40, usually over 50. I've never seen someone object to it.

 

[BillyC]

My favourite saunas are on cruise ships. The wives go shopping or sunning and the men go looking for a quickie hook-up. They are getting less and less accessible lately, and often one needs a Spa membership. But well worth it. I like to go into the sauna with a towel around me, nothing else. I try to sit strategically so I can see the others dudes, and they can hopefully see my junk. I just lose the towel after I sit down, and let things take their own course. Almost always there is a response of another guy letting me see more of what he is offering. In the evenings, at the recognized mixed-crowd bar, the husbands are there to continue the contact; often the wives are there and all is quite civil. I have always had great fun, starting in the sauna, or in one of the many jacuzzis scattered near the swimming pools; contacts are easily than you would imagine. Happy hunting!

Contacts are always easy where men are!

 

[BillyC]

Reminds me of one of the hi-rise apartment buildings in Montréal that I inhabited for a few years. The first clue I got was continually finding multiple (mostly «designer») jockstraps and sexy almost-fetish underwear «lost» in the washers and dryers sometimes even lying «forgotten» rather obviously on countertops. Being not a great fan of swimming pools (too used to ocean swimming, and allergic to the chlorine) I did eventually venture down to explore the building's smallish but spiffy pool. In the MEN's Change Room on the back of the entrance door was a discrete little notice: This is a FAMILY pool. «Men Only» after 10:00 pm. Well, WHAT an invitation! The very next night I donned my hottest swimjock and my traslucent next-to-nothing running shorts and headed out at 10:30. The pool was crowded with gym-rat otters and fit daddies cavorting like a scene from a low-budget soft porn movie. Before I could (gingerly!) slip into the shallow end, two gorgous muscled otters grabbed me and tossed me into the midst of that melée. As I came to the surface and caught my breath I felt big strong hands examining all sorts of erogenous spots and one huge alpha daddy bear with a giant furry arm around me growling «welcome to the 1673 Pleasure Palace! as he cupped my balls and planted a hot furry kiss. To be truthful it was just a tad extreme for my taste (at the time) so I retreated to the sauna where things were much quieter but still quite interesting. That first night I ended up with the two Muscle Otters (who were both airline pilots — and a couple) in my little bachelor suite where they no sooner got inside than they threw themselves onto my queen- [ptp!] size bed groaning in unison: fuck me baby, fuck me... Which although not the most adept of TOPs I happily complied and they, in gratitude, assuaged my insatiable appetite for the nectar of the gods with multiple warm, creamy treats. This was the first of numerous exciting encounters in that building more to be recounted later........

Sounds like it would make a better series than Melrose Place!

 

[ScottTheJockGuy]

My favourite saunas are on cruise ships. The wives go shopping or sunning and the men go looking for a quickie hook-up. They are getting less and less accessible lately, and often one needs a Spa membership. But well worth it. I like to go into the sauna with a towel around me, nothing else. I try to sit strategically so I can see the others dudes, and they can hopefully see my junk. I just lose the towel after I sit down, and let things take their own course. Almost always there is a response of another guy letting me see more of what he is offering. In the evenings, at the recognized mixed-crowd bar, the husbands are there to continue the contact; often the wives are there and all is quite civil. I have always had great fun, starting in the sauna, or in one of the many jacuzzis scattered near the swimming pools; contacts are easily than you would imagine. Happy hunting!

That sounds incredible. And like a great way to meet couples to swap wives with.

 

[BillyC]

Oh yes! These guys were young, fit, healthy, and, when not offering up their man-pussies could Stand & Deliver with the best of them — a posture and output I've throughly enjoyed ever since my first excitingly delicious slurp and still do! It's not called The Nectar of the Gods for nothing. [ ;—Q.......

Oh I thought it was Nectar of the Guys! LOL

 

[Mick]

Love your stories guys!

 

[Hornynow]

So what if a dude pops a boner. It is sad jockstraps are a dinosaur. I had a fard time getting them at Dicks Sporting goods.

 

[BULGEHOUND]

Oh I thought it was Nectar of the Guys! LOL

Touché! Irregardless... it's nectar which many of us find insatiably irresistible no matter how much or how often we imbibe! Good thing it's not debilitatiing or death-threatening like other popular addictive potions.