The New Twink
Luke’s Journal, Wednesday, Nov 6th 2024
The campus paper did a story about my best friend Cassie the other day, because they say that she is one of the people with best job on campus. Cassie is a check-in desk monitor at the campus gym/rec center, and yeah, her job is pretty fucking easy. She just has to sit there as people swipe their ID card to come into the facility, and if it beeps, they go in. She doesn’t even have to do the swiping for them, she just has to look up from her book or TikTok if someone tries to go in without a beep. So she sits and gets paid to scroll her phone, and that’s why the paper calls it the best job on campus.
The paper is right that the best job on campus is at the gym, but they’re wrong about it being Cassie’s job. I have the best job on campus: the student team lead for the towel exchange counter in the men’s locker room.
I’m Luke, a junior here and I’ve been working at this job since I was a freshman, just promoted to lead this year. Our rec facility (we just call it the ‘RecCenter’) is pretty good sized and overall decent. It’s from the 1990s, so not super-modern but also too new for the Board of Trustees to try to replace. We’ve got a track, basketball courts, squash courts, weight rooms and cardio rooms, a pool, and a dance studio.
We have old-school locker rooms. The mens and womens locker rooms are identical, and are a bunch of lockers around a big communal shower room, with a steam room attached and a hot tub around the corner.
We also have a towel exchange counter in the locker rooms and you can give us a used university towel and we’ll give you a clean one. We have a room behind our counter that’s got some laundry machines and some storage behind a wall out of sight of the main room, along with some lockers just for us, since we usually wear just shorts and t-shirt when we’re working. The counter looks out into the locker room and we can also see about 2/3rds of the shower room.
There’s twelve of us who staff the desk 7am-11pm most days.
And we’re all gay.
How is it that we’re all gay? Well, our team does its own recruiting, and there’s just one generic “Student Worker-RecTeam” job posted that’s always open and covers every job in the facility, from Cassie’s job to the weight room monitor to the towel exchange team. When we need someone we find them and if the team lead likes them, we take them to the facility manager and say “hey we need a person, how about this guy” and they get hired. Things like lifeguard or whatever are different, but for jobs like ours, no one cares. It’s been this way for over 15 years now, gays all the way back.
We pretty much run ourselves. A lot of the RecTeam full-time staff are women so they don’t ever come into our work room since it’s so open to the men’s showers, so they’re only in here when the whole facility is closed for maintenance. If we need something, we just tell them, otherwise we have the place to ourselves.
I got recruited as a freshman, by some guy I met at an “Out in STEM” club meeting. We were talking at his place after he sucked me off one night, and I told him that I was gonna drop off my application to food service on the way back to my dorm, and he said “oh no girl, I can hook you up” and three days later he was handing me a pair of nylon shorts and a RecTeam t-shirt in the work area and said “strip and put these on, but first i’m gonna suck your cock.”
Yeah, our team has pretty much all had sex with each other. Of the 11 other guys on the towel counter team right now, I’ve fucked 10 of them. The only one I haven’t fucked is Ben. Ben is our 2nd newest member. he got recruited by his boyfriend Connor the same week they started dating. Ben has been pretty strict about being monogamous with Connor, but I’m not worried, I know I’m going to get to fuck Ben eventually. Connor, besides being a total bottom, is way too horny to be satisfied by only Ben. I remember one day about a week before Ben and Connor started dating that it was me, Connor, and Nate working the counter. Both Nate and I put two loads each up Connor’s ass that shift, he just can’t get enough. I fucking know it won’t be long before Connor talks Ben into a threesome, and I know they’re gonna ask me first.
I know Ben wants it too, even though he won’t admit it yet. Thinking about it, I was fucking Nate last week in the work area. The work area is private from the locker room and showers, but if you’re sitting at the table a bit behind the counter you can see in the work area, and so when we fuck back there the guy stuck at the counter can watch, and let me tell you, Ben fucking watched. His eyes were glued on me when I pulled my 8” dick out of Nate’s ass and came all over it. I turned and looked right at him when I picked up some dirty towel and wiped off my cock, and tossed it into the laundry cart, and he tried to look away but he was busted.
Not long after he said he needed to take a shit, and that he’d be back soon, but we knew he was going to jack off.
We know any time anyone is jacking off in the locker room.
We know any time anyone is doing anything in the locker room.
You might think you and the guy you’re hooking up with after you flirted with in the cardio room are being discreet in here, but I assure you, the boys on our team know.
Fucking in the accessible toilet? We know. Jerking off in the shower room, even behind in the part we can’t directly see? We know. Getting sucked off in the steam room? We know.
We know everything, because we’ve done it all. We know the sounds, we know the looks, we know the smells, we just know the energy.
But we’re cool about it. If you’re not disturbing anyone, we won’t stop you, hell, we’ll do things you don’t even know about to make sure you get your nut off. Sometimes we’ll even join in.
We’re not pervs about it either. We don’t take sneaky photos of you when you’re naked. Obviously there aren’t security cameras in the locker area or anywhere back here, but we have access to the security cameras everywhere else in the building, but we don’t watch you while you’re working out elsewhere in the building. We have a big screen that shows the picture of everyone who’s swiped into the building right now so we know your name, but we don’t use that to stalk you or anything.
We like to fuck back here and so long as everyone’s consenting we like it when you fuck back here too. But if you’re a pest, we’ll do something. If you harass the straight boys, we’ll intervene. If you make too big a mess, we might step in and say something. And if you touch someone who doesn’t want it or try to sneak a photo, we call the cops and you never fucking see this place again.
The 12 of us have seen pretty much every guy on campus, student and faculty, naked at one point. We know who fools around and who doesn’t. And all of your secrets are safe with us.
We don’t talk about what we see with anyone outside the team. We don’t gossip, we don’t share details even when we wish we could. Take Cassie, for example. Cassie tells me fucking everything, I would die for that girl. She tells me things she wouldn’t tell anyone else. Like. I to know that in order to cum, Cassie needs the guy to have at least 8 inches, otherwise it just doesn’t happen for her, and she always breaks up with guys that don’t measure up. Lately, a guy named Robert has been flirting with Cassie at the check-in counter. He’s funny, he’s sweet, he’s cute, she really likes him and is waiting for him to make his move and ask her out and she’s gonna say yes.
But I’ve seen Robert naked, and Robert is nowhere near 8 inches.
But I can’t tell her that. We take our responsibility and our silence seriously. So I’m sure Cassie will have a nice dinner or whatever, but she won’t be walking funny the next morning and that’ll be the last of Robert.
We keep secrets, we protect people who don’t even know they’re being protected, we help out others. We have an understanding with the campus LGBT center and we keep some condoms on hand and we get them to boys who need them and we get the to the LGBT center or to health services when they need to learn about PrEP or DoxyPEP. If the trans boys want to use the main showers or be somewhere private, we make sure they feel safe.
We’re like an ancient order of monks, doing good and staying silent. Oh, and fucking each other silly too. That’s another thing we have in common with those monks.
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So if I’m proud of being silent, why am I writing all of this down in a journal? Well, because the world is a scary place right now, and Cassie told me that journaling helps her calm down, so I figured I’d try it.
Also sometimes I get sick of jerking off to videos and I like to read stories instead, so I figured I’ll write mine down. I get to jerk off replaying them while writing them down and I’ll get to jerk off again later when I reread them.
For my first entry, I’ll write about the twink who was sitting on the locker room bench today, and how I changed his world.
I noticed him first about a month ago. 5’10, standard curly twink haircut, skinny, maybe 140. I don’t know if it was his first time at the RecCenter, but the first time he came into the locker room he just came in to piss. His eyes were bulging out trying to look everywhere and take it all in. His gaze lingered at the showers, even though they was empty at the time. He was transfixed but nervous as hell. He glanced at me when I was at the counter, and I gave him a smile, and that apparently scared the shit out of him because he noped right the fuck out of the locker room. I was working with Victor that day and I told him about it, and we both laughed our asses off. I didn’t see the twink again for like a week, but eventually he got the courage to come back in, again just to pee and then leave, and then again the next day.
One day, when it was raining, he came into the locker room with his bag and used one of the day lockers to change into his shorts and shoes. His ass looked good in the Under Armour boxer briefs he was wearing, and an hour later he came back in, changed to his street clothes, and left, but he damn near ran into a guy on his way out because he was staring into the shower room at the two guys who were rinsing off after a swim, both nude.
That apparently convinced him because the next day I saw him come in, take out a piece of paper, and use the combo to open one of the semester-long locker rentals we offer. After he got changed he came over to the counter, and slid another piece of paper over to us. The locker rentals come with towel service, so the coupon he gave us was for the initial towel. He said, with a slight southern drawl, “Hi y’all, I’d like to get a towel please.”
I grabbed one off the stack and handed it to him, and said “So we’ll be seeing you around more often then?”
“Yeah, I hope to get into a routine”
“Just let us know if you have questions.” I said. “We’re here to help”
He meekly smiled and said “Thanks, will do”
I was working with Nate that day, and after the twink left the locker room, I looked at him and said “What do you think?”
“Yeah, he is.” Nate answered.
The twink didn’t have the courage to shower that day, he sat briefly on the bench by his locker and then changed and gave us his towel, just a bit damp from sweat. “Thank you” he told us after the exchange. He came in about every other day, and never did shower here, though he lingered on the bench a bit longer each time.
That brings us up to today. He’d been on the bench for a couple of minutes now, his shoes and socks are off, but he’s just sitting there.
Sometimes these guys just need a bit of guidance, a gentle push in the right direction, and then they’re unstoppable.
I decided I’d give him the push.
I was working with Victor that day, and I told him “Hey, cover the counter for me, I’ve got something to do.” Victor knew I had been checking out the twink, and said “Fine, you whore, I have things under control here”. This was rich coming from Victor, as though he hadn’t begged me to blow him since his shift started until I gave in about an hour ago.
I opened the side door to the towel exchange counter and went out into the locker room, and went over to see the twink, who was still just sitting on the bench.
“Hey man, how’d your workout go?”
The twink looked up at me and said “Um, good. Uh, yeah, it was good, thanks for asking.”
“What all did you do?”
“Just some running on the treadmill, then the stair machines, then a bit on the bike.”
I nodded and said “Yeah, sounds like a good time.”
The twink looked down at the floor for a bit, then back at me. “Yeah, I want to start lifting, I want my body to be bigger.”
“You look fine to me dude, but I get it. You’re a freshman, right? You know we have a good weight room, you check it out yet?”
The twink blushed and nodded. “Yeah, I’ve seen it, but I don’t know anything about how to use that stuff. And yeah, freshman”
Oh, this is going to be too easy.
“Well we have consultants, you can sign up for a session with them and they’ll instruct you on how to use all of it and help you plan a workout.”
“Yeah, I know. Just not sure I have the money for that” the twink said.
“Oh, yeah, totally understand” I said, I paused for a second. “Hey, one of the guys I work with has helped a few buds out with their workout for free. You should see his abs, he knows what he’s doing. I can talk to him and see if he’ll help you out. i think you’re his type.”
I wasn’t lying. Miguel had the body that straight boys wished they had, but Miguel mostly only hooks up with twinks that look like the need to eat something.
“Yeah, that’d be awesome man, thank you” the twink said, blushing again.
“Give me your phone” I told him.
He handed me his phone and I texted myself “Set up lifting consult - Luke”, and then I handed him his phone back. “There, I’ll talk to him and see and then let you know”
“Thank you again man”
“So you doing OK? You’ve been sitting here for a while now bro”
“Yeah, just pushed myself today and I need to rest for minute and relax, you know”
There’s my opening. I have a plan.
“Yeah totally. You know we have a hot tub back here, a soak in there is good post-workout. Have you seen it? I have to go check on it quick now anyway, if you want to come with me to see.”
“Umm, yeah, I guess” the twink said.
I extended my hand to him and said “Come on then, let’s go.” He took my hand and I pulled him up, and we started to walk back to the hot tub. I glanced over at the counter and Victor just shook his head at me.
The hot tub is down a bit of a hallway, it’s flanked by the door to the steamroom, which separates it from the showers. The steamroom has a door into the hot tub room and a door into the shower room.
“So this is it” I say as we get into the room. “Seats about 8. We keep it at 100 degrees exactly.” The twink stands there, by the wall near a bench. I go over to the wall and grab the clipboard and a few supplies from the cabinet. May as well do a couple of checks while I’m here.
“Just gotta check a few things” I say as I check off the temperature reading, I look in the filter, and grab a water sample quick and drop in a test strip. Finally I turn on the jets to make sure they’re going, and I set the timer on them to 20 minutes. I check everything off and put the clipboard back. The twink has been staring at me the whole time. I’m wearing my nylon shorts and a RecTeam t-shirt and some slides, the usual uniform, he’s in his jogging shorts and performance t-shirt and barefoot.
I go over to the twink and get close. “I’m due for a break now, you wanna sit in the hot tub with me for a bit?”
The color drains out of the twink’s face and he thinks for a second. “Um, I would, but, um, I don’t have swimtrunks in my locker or anything.”
I laugh and look right at him. “Boy, this is the men’s locker room. You don’t need to wear a suit in here.”
I step back and take off my t-shirt and look him in the eye.
The twink takes a big gulp. He’s going to. I knew this was going to be easy.
I pull off my shorts and toss them and my t-shirt on the bench. I don’t usually wear underwear under my shorts when working, so I’m standing in front of the twink completely naked. My cock is hanging and I see his eyes go down to check it out. Even soft my dick is big, and my trimmed pubes show it off.
I walk over to the other side and I take a step in, standing on the seating bench in the hot tub. “So you going to join me?”
The twink goes over to the bench, hesitates for a second, and then takes off his shirt. Not a hair on his chest anywhere.
“Good choice, this will feel great, I promise” I tell him.
He pulls off his shorts, revealing a black JOCKMAIL backless brief/jockstrap combo. These are new, I haven’t seen him in something like this before, so fuck this boy must be horny. Amazon carries these, I bet he bought them not long ago as his first sexy underwear purchase, probably shoved it in the back of his drawer so his roommate didn’t see them, and finally got the courage to wear them today, hoping someone would see them on the treadmill or in the locker room. I bet he’s jerked off thinking about wearing them here a bunch of times before he finally did it.
I’m going to make this twink’s fantasy come true.
He’s nervous as he stands there in his sexy underwear, and so I give him the “Come here” sign with my hand and smile, and he takes a deep breath and pulls off his underwear.
He is completely shaved, not a hair anywhere around his penis or his scrotum. I wonder if his hole is smooth too. His cock is nice, not quite as big as mine but I bet a good 6.5” or 7” when he’s hard.
He steps into the hot tub on the other side from me and we both sit down. I ask him his name. It’s hard to hear his answer over the jets, I think “Brandon” maybe? Whatever honestly I don’t really care. I ask him what his major is, I think I heard ‘Chemistry”. I ask him what dorm he lives in and I can’t hear, even after asking again.
Not being able to hear him was all part of the plan.
I get up and walk over to the other side of the hot tub, cock half in and half out of the water. I’m not hard but I am chubbed up a bit, I know he can tell that my cock is bigger than it was just a few minutes ago.
I sit down next to him. “I couldn’t hear you at all from over there dude.” I’m really close, he gulps again. “Yeah, this is better, I can hear you now too” he says back.
“So what dorm you live in?”
“Cooper.”
“Oh, I hear those are nice, private showers in each suite. Good for some alone time, right?”
He gulps again, and I scoot a little closer. I put my head back and relax and close my eyes.
I can feel his nervousness next to me. He’s scared, but he’s really excited. I let him stew in it for a minute or two.
I open my eyes and turn to look at him, pushing some of the foam in the hot tub around, some on to me, and I push some on to his chest. He giggles.
Now we start the end game.
“So things are going well for you in your first year? Having any luck with the ladies?”
He nods his head ‘No’
“Oh, OK. How about with the guys?”
He turns bright red, looks at me, and nods ‘No’ again.
“Oh really? I would have thought otherwise. You are into guys, right?”
He is completely entranced by me. “Yes”, the twink quietly says.
“Have you seen any you like in the RecCenter today?”
“Um, yeah, I guess. A few, yeah”
“Do you see any right now?”
The twink stares at me, I can damn near feel his heart racing through the water.
“Yes”
“Do you want me to help you relax after your workout?”
He looks down at the water, waits for a second, then turns to me and nods yes.
“Just relax” I tell him. I put my hand on his knee and I feel his gasp. “You can tell me to stop at any time.”
I walk my hand up his leg, along the inside of his thighs. His breathing is deep and fast, and he’s nervous, but he looks at me and I see the lust on his face.
He puts his hand on my leg, about halfway up my thigh.
“Touch me anywhere you want.” I tell him. “I know you want to explore.”
My hand keeps going up his leg, and I’m near his crotch. He doesn’t have any pubic hair to tell me that I’m getting close, so I’m as surprised as he is when I first touch his balls. He gasps again, louder this time. I run my finger along his nutsack and then cup his testicles with my hand.
He has a look of desperation on his face as I let go of his balls, and then grab his cock. His dick is completely hard. Mine is too, actually.
I just hold it for a second, and then I lean in and give him a light kiss. He’s tense for a second, but he relaxes and I pull off his lips.
“You ready?” I ask and he nods
I start to stroke his hard dick in the hot tub. The bubbles from the jets are obscuring the view so he can’t see what I’m doing to his cock but he’s moaning and squirming as I jerk him off.
“Feels good, I know.” His mouth is a little open as he just looks at me.
His hand is still on my leg, and so I use my other hand to take his and guide it to my dick. He feels up and down my shaft.
“Fuck dude your cock is huge” he manages to tell me. I nod at him and then turn my head like I’m looking at his cock in the water and start to stroke him faster.
“Oh my God dude, oh damn oh” he mutters as I stroke.
He’s trying to jack me off as well, but he’s not doing a particularly great job of it. I don’t blame him, the first time another man touched my penis I was barely aware of anything that was happening around me too, I’m sure this twink will do better the next time he handles a dick. For now I take his hand off my cock and I start to stroke myself, though he keeps exploring my body a bit, touching my thigh, chest, and then going back to rub my balls.
I know he’s not going to last long, and I’m actually surprised at how close I am to cumming as well.
I keep stroking and I feel his body start to tense up. He is starting to twitch and breathe fast.
“That’s it, just enjoy. Let me do the work for you.” I tell him. He nods.
He keeps twitching and squirm, thrusting into my hand.
“I need to, I need to, fuck, dude I need to stand up and get out, I’m gonna cum”
“No, don’t get out, just shoot in the water, it’s OK.” I assure him.
He looks at me and his mouth is ajar like he’s trying to scream. I smile at him.
“Let it out, just cum, it’s OK” He nods
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, I’m cumming” he blurts out at a million miles an hour and I feel his dick spasm in my hand. I keep stroking and I can feel each shot his dick ejaculates out into the bubbling water.
I take his hand and put it on my cock, and I put my other hand over it and I guide him to finish me off. After feeling his orgasm I am ready to cum too, and I blow my load into the hot tub, his hand between my hand and my dick, so he feels my orgasm too. I blew a good-sized load, I’m kind of impressed with myself.
I turn and give him another kiss, longer this time.
“How was that?” I ask.
“I’m just…. I’m just… fuck. That was everything” he tells me.
We lean back in the hot tub, relaxing. I hold his hand, it’s important to be be gentle with new people. His hands continue to touch around my body.
He reaches down and feels my dick, and touches my cockhead, he can feel a little bit of cum on the end, though it’s turning into that stickier version that happens when cum mixes with water.
“Our loads are in this water, isn’t that bad, are you gonna have to drain it and clean it all up today, shit I’m sorry dude.”
I laugh “No, it’s no big deal” I assure him, “Honestly I doubt we were even the first guys to cum in the hot tub today. We have really good filters, it’ll be fine. Besides, you’ll have a good story to tell. Most of the first handjobs guys get aren’t in a hot tub”
It’s true, we do buy the best filters on the market. They switch the filters ever 5 days in the women’s locker room, we switch the filter ever day in the men’s locker room.
After a few minutes of relaxing I tell him I should get back, and he stands up. His cock is back to soft, as is mine. We get out of the hot tub. I use my t-shirt to dry my hands off, and I toss it to him so he can dry his, and we pick up our clothes and head back to the locker room. I tell him to follow me and we go to the towel exchange counter, and I tell Victor to toss us each a towel. Yeah, I know he’s got a towel back at his locker, but I figured Victor would want a good look at him close up and naked.
I suggest we rinse off in the shower, and we both get in a good clean. I dry off a bit and wrap the towel around me and go back into the towel exchange room, the twink heads back to his locker. He puts on his underwear and turns around, and Victor sees the twink’s ass exposed in the jockstrap-briefs he was wearing. Victor looks at me and smirks.
A few minutes later the twink comes over to the exchange counter fully dressed with both towels, and hands them to me. I’ve put on a clean pair of shorts and a new t-shirt, and I take the towels from him and give him a clean one.
“Thanks for, um, showing me around today. That was everything I wanted.”
“You’re welcome, remember, we in the towel exchange team are always here for you.” I say, also pointing at Victor. “Oh, and I’ll let you know about the lifting consultant”
The twink smiles and head back to his locker, puts the towel away and leaves.
It’s just about the end of the shift for Victor and a few minutes later Connor gets in and takes over for him. I have Connor cover the desk solo for a few minutes.
I’m back in the work area and I hear my phone ding, and I pick it up to see it is. Victor keeps sucking my cock as I open the message, it’s from the twink’s phone. Below the message I sent myself he added another one. “This is Braeden, thanks again. I hope I see you around.”
Braeden, not Brandon. OK, I was close. I got his name wrong but I got his sexual fantasy right. Good enough for me.
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