Background

If you've read my essay on exhibitionism you'll know that I get very aroused whenever I'm naked in front of other people. This has been somewhat of a problem in the past, especially in inappropriate situations like the locker room. For a long time I considered an erection in the locker room to be a fate worse than death, despite the fact that it would not be terribly likely that someone would even see me. The shower area was divided into several showering "rooms," each with about a dozen shower heads, and a common drying area. It was rare that there would be anyone in the same shower room that I was in, but it was not unheard of. People were also frequently walking past in the drying area. The danger, while not excessive, was there. I essentially practiced "avoidance behavior" to try to keep it from occuring.

For the first couple of years I worked out regularly, I did lap swimming exclusively. Squeezing into one of those speedos presented its own challenges, but the real problem came when I went to shower off afterwards. For the first several months I would simply rinse off after my swim, and not remove my suit until after I had dried off. I eventually go to the point that I would remove my suit while I was showering. With a little more time I would remove my suit before I even turned the shower on. I was becoming conditioned to the situation, and hence the potential for erections diminished.

Still, it was impossible to completely eliminate the possibility that I could get a hard-on in the shower. There were days when I was just a little horny, and once that erection started coming there was no way to stop it. In these situations I would usually hide myself as best I could, and walk back to my locker with my towel around my waiste and my shampoo bottle strategically placed over my groin.

Eventually, however, I decided that I wanted to start shampooing after my swim (the pool water was really harsh on my hair). Suddenly I was right back to square one. For reasons I don't entirely understand, the simple act of shampooing my hair in a public shower was the kind of activity that would give me an erection. I had to go back to not removing my suit until after I had dried off. Again, with time and conditioning, it became more ordinary and I got back to the point that I could remove my suit immediately and still shampoo.

I went through another iteration of the exact same thing when I decided that I was going to start using soap in the showers too. This was even more problematic, because lathering my wet, naked body was in itself quite sensual. At the very least it made a bit more sense that this would give me an erection than simply shampooing my hair. There were other new challenges this time as well. I could get away with shampooing my hair while my suit was still on, but this just didn't work with the soap. First of all the suit got in the way when washing certain areas of the anatomy, but it basically just looked wierd. My solution this time was to start washing just one area, like my arm pits, and then expanding until I got to the point I could wash my whole body.

It was at around the time that I was mastering the soap that my outlook on locker room erections began to change. The timing somewhat coincided with my new attitude towards my exhibtionism. Basically I came to the realization that it's no big deal if you get a chubby in the locker room from time to time. Probably the worst thing that would happen was someone would make a disparaging remark. The absolute worst case scenario would be that someone would threaten me with physical violence. I considered this to be extremely unlikely, or at the very least an acceptible risk. From then on I decided that any time I started getting an erection that I would just let it develop naturally. I would not encourage it, but neither would I resist it. I would neither flaunt it nor hide it. I would just let it be.

Ironically this change in attitude was enough to greatly reduce the likelihood that I would even get an erection. A big part of the problem was the danger that I could be seen, and the accompanying excitement was very arousing. When the danger was removed, so was the excitement. I even got to the point that I would occasionally encourage an erection, and usually find myself frustrated that my dick just wasn't in the mood. Previously any genital contact at all was enough to get something going, but now I could repeatedly stroke myself and often get no results at all.

There has been one other new development that has gotten me a little more exposure to the cruise scene in this facility. I had heard that a lot of "activity" went on in the steam room. I couldn't really imagine what kind of activity, since I saw fat ugly old men going in and out pretty much regularly. For many years I did not dare to go into the steam room. One reason was that I was a little intimidated by the "activity" that might be going on, but moreso because I knew the erection potential would be greatly increased. There's something about being naked in a hot, steamy environment that just makes my dick want to get as stiff as it can.

I finally decided that this steam room was something that I wanted to try. I waited until a day when it was empty, and went in for a little while. I kept my towel around my waiste just in case, but I was surprised to find that my dick behaved itself pretty well. I started going in regularly. Generally whenever there were other people in there they were fat old men. I soon got addicted to having a little steam after a hard workout.

Now the stage was set. After many years of going to the same facility, I am surprised to finally be experiencing the occasional incident that is worth telling. What follows is a collection of those stories.