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About the author:
P.M. Fox attended the University of Minnesota studying Creative Writing in several genres including fiction, screenplays and memoir.
What inspired you to write your book?
A friend who lived in New York City told me about some of the wild stuff that went on in the gym for gay males.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“You’re new here, welcome.”
“Thanks,” Wyatt stands, starting to walk away but stops, asking, “I’m wondering if you know what I need to do around here to get invited into the sauna?”
The guy smiles, “Come in sometime.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“Come in sometime and find out.”
Wyatt walks out, feeling just as bewildered as when he arrived at the gym. He stops at the private sauna’s door, putting his ear to the door. He feels like a total pervert but he swears he hears faint moaning inside. He considers going in but he’s fully dressed again, so today is not the day.
He waits a whole week before he dares go back to the gym. When he finally gives in to the curiosity, and builds up the courage, he practically runs to the gym from work. He races through his workout, pushing himself, knowing he’ll be sore in the morning. The whole time trying not to fanaticize about what might be happening in that sauna. Maybe it’s nothing and it wasn’t sperm he smelled on that towel but just his lonely and horny imagination.
Stumbling in, there are several guys already sitting and sweating. They vary in age from mid-twenties to mid-fifties. Wyatt sits, his towel slipping away, exposing his genitals briefly before he self-consciously covers up. He meets the eye of the man sitting across from him, the guy. Wyatt notices his wedding ring again, thinking to himself, “Damn, too bad.” He smiles at Wyatt, a little too playfully, Wyatt thinks, suddenly a tad confused.
They sit in silence for a few minutes until one of the older men stands and takes his towel off, exposing an erect penis. He sits again and begins touching himself as he looks from man to man. Wyatt shifts uncomfortably, looking at the man across from him and sees he’s also masturbating. Wyatt feels his cock getting hard, the hot, married guy continues to stroke himself as he locks eyes with Wyatt.
Pretty soon everyone but Wyatt is jerking off. He can hardly stand it, his cock tenting his towel. He frees it, rapping his hand around his shaft. He looks up at the guy across who stares at Wyatt’s cock as he speeds up his hand movements, ejaculating in spurts, one of streams of cum hitting Wyatt’s thigh.
“Sorry…” the guy says as Wyatt towels the semen off. “I guess I just got excited when you finally decided to join in the fun.” He sees that Wyatt’s erection has dwindled so he gets up and sits next to Wyatt, taking his cock in his strong hand. Wyatt involuntarily gasps as the guy continues to stroke him expertly. He thinks he’s never hand a handjob this good before but then again, maybe it’s just been a while. The guy stops for a moment, spitting into his palm. The wet sensation evoked when he returns to jerking off Wyatt, sends Wyatt over the edge. He cums hard, his semen covering the guy’s hands. He grabs Wyatt’s towel to clean himself off. Everyone in the room is relaxing post orgasm. Wyatt can’t believe what he’s seeing. He’s heard of such events but this is his first experience with it. Living in the Midwest, even as an openly gay man, was kind of G-rated.
The guy stands up, wrapping his towel around his waist, Wyatt watches his every move. He finds himself asking this stranger, “What’s your name?” The guy busts into a large grin, answering, “Jack.” Wyatt waits until everyone else has left before he gets up and stumbles sanguinely to the shower.