Fuck it.

Okay. I said I'd delay my next penile fulfillment. I lied.

I write this by the nearest coffee shop outside the gym. The time it happened, I had just finished a quick workout. The boy, let's call him Jason, was just about to start. I was bare in my towel and (please forgive me for some minor typos - this girl in front of me is animatedly talking to her phone's hands-free device, it's pretty funny) freshly laden with beads of sweat from that bit of exercises I did. Jason just got in. I think he works nights, since it was too early to go to the gym all dressed up in work clothes. But hey, if that is his way of being efficient with bringing clothes and lugging a lighter bag, I will give him that. Our eyes met. And it was on.

Jason and myself are no strangers to hanky-panky. We took on each other a few weeks back when a locker buddy of mine were going at it. Jason walks in on us at the steam room while we were in a safe distance from each other. He felt a weird silence so he stepped out and used the sauna instead. Locker buddy gave me the look and asked "You like him?" I go, "Do you?". He smiled at me. We followed him to the sauna and sat right in front of him. Then we started to make-out. We heard a faint whisper to the tune of "Oh fuck..."

We had him.

After that, Jason has been pretty much a regular locker-sucker. I've always wondered if he was a bottom. He had a nice penis that's slightly curved upwards to the left. He isn't that tall, so in proportion to his height and build, his penis looked powerful. With that kind of proportion, I'd give him the benefit of the doubt that he may be a top. Vers at most. But I did wonder if he'd bottom. More importantly, I wonder if he'd bottom for me. While he gagged on my erection, I leaned over, pulled him up, turned him around and kissed him from behind.

"I wanna fuck you..." I whispered to his ear.

And that's how I found out that Jason would bottom for me.