“Hey,” I say gently.“First time?”
He hesitates.Then nods once.
I keep my voice calm.Friendly.“No pressure.You can just look around if you want.Nothing has to happen.”
That earns a small smile.“So… it’s normal to feel nervous?”
“You kidding?Half the guys who come in here feel nervous.The other half just fake it better.”
He chuckles.His dark eyes crinkle at the edges, and I can tell he’s cute under the hat.Soft cheeks, long lashes, full mouth.But younger than me.Maybe early twenties.Still figuring himself out.
I slide a towel across the counter.“You can take a locker and have a look around.Stay dressed as long as you want.Or just hang out in the lounge.There’s no right way to do this.”
His fingers brush mine when he takes the towel.Not on purpose, I don’t think.But neither of us pulls back right away.
He glances up.“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“You ever come out from behind the desk?”
A beat of silence follows my soft exhale.I let him see my expression soften.Not flirty, butopen.“Sometimes,” I say.“When it feels right.”
He nods again, slower this time.Then, he tucks the towel under his arm and disappears down the hallway, shoes whispering across the tile.
And now I’m left watching the quiet place where he just stood, wondering if tonight will be one of those times.
I see him again about an hour later.He’s wrapped in his towel now, barefoot, lingering near the corner of the hallway that leads to the lounge.He leans against the wall like he’s resting, but his eyes keep darting.Watching.
There’s a couple in the private booth across from him.Curtains open just enough to see everything: one guy on his knees, slow and methodical.The other with his head tilted back, fingers tangled in dark hair, hips rocking steadily.
The boy in the hallway can’t look away.And I can’t look away fromhim.
His arms are crossed, but his towel tents slightly at the front, betraying him.He’s hard, flushed, and fascinated.And he’s learning.
I stay back, half in the shadows near the linen cart, watching him watchthem.
His chest rises faster when the kneeling guy swallows the whole length, and the man above him groans.
The boy licks his lips unconsciously.Then he senses me.His eyes catch mine across the space.Stillness.He flushes darker, caught.But he doesn’t run.Doesn’t drop his gaze.Just pushes off the wall and walks toward me.
Not fast.But deliberate.Maybe watching others has given him an ounce of confidence.It looks sexy on him.Knowing what he wants.Coming after it.
When he stops in front of me, his voice is low, breath tight.
“You’ve been watching me.”
“So were you.”
His smile is nervous.“Yeah.”
The silence stretches, not awkwardly, but making the humid air feel thicker with tension.Then he shifts his towel a little, tucking it tighter, almost shyly.
“I was… uh, paying attention.Trying to figure out how they do it like that.Confident.Good.”
“You mean blowjobs?”
His cheeks go pink in the cutest way.“Yeah.”
