Page 67 of The Step Don't

When it’s our turn at the front desk, we hand our IDs to the clerk, and he charges us for lockers, then gives us lanyards, keys, and towels.

This is it; it’s really fucking happening.

The clerk buzzes us in, like we’re entering a prison. We step through, into a locker room, where guys are stripping down. Just cock and ass all over the place.

Colin doesn’t seem fazed, which isn’t a surprise because during football season, this is what he’s seeing all the time. I already notice a few glances our way, then between us, smirking like they wouldn’t mind us tag-teaming them.

As we look for our lockers, we keep glancing at each other. I can’t keep from smiling.

But I feel like a fraud. I’m just a big nerd, not some kind of sex god. What right do I have to be here?

I try to shake off my insecurity as we find our lockers and strip down. We purchased a lanyard upgrade for Colin, which has a clear compartment for condoms and lube—we read on some forums that was the right way to enjoy the experience. So we pack the compartment with the stuff we brought, then put our lanyards around our necks and towels around our waists before heading out to scope things out.

The locker room lets out into a lobby, where guys are sitting around, watching porn on a big-screen TV. There’s an adjoining gym and a sign indicating where thesaunas are.

I take Colin’s hand and pull him toward a nearby hall.

“Where do you think you’re taking us?” Colin asks.

“You’re not the only one who knows where we need to go.”

According to the forums, there’s an area with viewing rooms, where guys can get in so others can watch. And it’s funny that, even with my nerves, it’s like my instincts are drawing me to them.

Colin chuckles. “Oh, I bet that was the only area that even interested you, my little perv.”

Of course he knows this is the only place I even gave a shit about when we were looking at that stuff.

“Damn right,” I say.

He’s all smiles. “Lead the way.”

I love how he lets me be the boss, until I need him to be my boss.

When we pass through a hall with private rooms on one side and stalls on another, I hear guys moaning, notice legs in the opening underneath. Another area has raised platforms and barriers with glory holes, where a few guys are blowing cock, really fucking going at it, like they’re competing to see who can get their guy off first.

Colin reaches down and feels my crotch. “Mmm-hmmm,” he says. “Maybe we should have donethis sooner.”

I reach over and feel his girth. “Like a steel rod,” I note.

“I hope that hole’s ready for it.”

“Oh, it will be,” I assure him as we round the corner into another hall, where guys are gathered around a few open doorways along the wall.

A rush of excitement courses through me, like right before I do the live streaming.

“This looks right,” I whisper to Colin. There’s the tiniest tremble in my belly as we near the doorways. About a dozen guys stand outside the first, where three guys make out on a matted floor, stroking each other’s cocks. They’re so fucking hot, they look like someone should have a camera out to shoot the porn they belong in. In the neighboring room, a beefy guy pounds a guy from behind, pushing him up against the wall, the guy calling out, which is clearly getting their audience worked up as they watch, stroking their cocks and muttering to each other about what a good bottom the guy is.

I can’t help being envious, and as I turn to Colin, he steps up close behind me, whispering, “Don’t worry. They just haven’t seen what a good bottom you can be.”

My cheeks warm. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t need the encouragement.

And I’m glad Colin’s so generous with it.

The next room over doesn’t have anyone inside. Likethe others, it’s matted, but there are mirrors on every wall.

“Well, that’s fucking hot,” Colin mutters as he assesses the space.

“They must not realize this room is open. It’s clearly the best one.”

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