Alone. I've been known in most of my circles as the perpetual single gay man. Year-in, year-out, my friends encounter seasons or cycles of dating and coupling. And in those cycles and out of them, I find myself, independent to say the least. Nothing wrong with that. I am after all, pretty comfortable with my status - gorgeous, sexy, and always available. Sometimes easy. Most of the time, desired. Lovely isn't it? And no, I am not being cocky. I am being honest.
Come on, you should know that by now.
Before you start to think I am on complain mode, let me just tell you a short story about a boy (me), a gym crush (guy), a blowjob (his mouth on me) and a pick-up line that caught me off-guard and well, a bit bothered.
It was a Sunday afternoon. And by routine, you'd know that I just worked out. By routine, you'd also know I would have made my way to the wet floor area of the lockers. By routine you'd know that I would have probably longed to spend the last ounces of my energy releasing my load on some willing head-giver. Pretty predictable. There was hardly anyone in the gym. THe premise is set.
Gym crush was some guy I've been seeing around in the gym over the past year. We've never had a moment together. We never had eye-contact. And we've never connected even spiritually. I just thought he was this cute snobbish tallish Filipino-Chinese guy. Not my type at all, but I just find myself oddly attracted to him. I guess it's the mild-mannered face. He has this very pleasant smile, the kind Buddha would be proud of. Probably won't even kill a mosquito that would kill him. And when he smiles when he talks to his friends, it makes me smile. Really pleasant. But we don't have a connection.
I found myself stuck with him in the steam room. I never had any impression of his sexual preference. I just thought of him as a straight fancy. I didn't mind, after all I get a certain sense of high when I see him. To a certain extent, that was enough. As I entered, he welcomed me with a clear stare as he stood a towel away from bare by the door. No word. He didn't even swing his gaze or his head when I took my seat. Silence. A few moments later, he steps out. Another guy walks in. A few moments later, I step out. I cool off in the showers then gave the sauna a try.
There he was. All alone.
I sat on the side far form the door. Not a movement from him. Up until the point I opened my legs revealing a hard-on that tried to play coy. He turned his head once. Twice. Three times. Then he whispered a loud "Fuck…" He sighs and moves closer to where I was. Beside me. He leaned forward and gave my little soldier a stare. Then he points at it and says "This belongs in here." pointing to his mouth. To which I replied, "Go for it."
As he worked on my stuffy, his right arm hugs my left leg. He pulls out. "You have powerful legs." And he proceeded with the work. As I was about to come, the door opens. He hurriedly rested his back to the seat. I quickly hid my manhood under my towel. Guy who entered was a buddy. He looked at us and went, "Go ahead." I smiled at him, turned at gym crush and opened my legs. He went down on it and buddy began to jack off by the side of the door.
"I'm coming." He didn't pull out. He went faster. Faster. Faster. He didn't stop. And when I released, I had to tell him to ease up. He didn't swallow. He played with the cum and licked my legs down. "I have to go." I said. He taps my leg. I stand and take my leave.
I didn't see him until a week later. I just started my workout. A warm-up. The stepper. I caught sight of him at the other end of the room. On the treadmill. He was all wet. Cooling down. I proceeded with my workout. A few minutes later, I look over to his direction and he was gone. "Oh well" I thought. Then I get a tap on my right shoulder. He leans in and takes his game to a very different level.
"Your legs are driving me crazy."
My eyes grew wide. I didn't know what to say. I even forgot to smile. He gives me a smile and he went on his way. He left me with my panting and a glance that followed him down the stairs. I proceeded with my workout and minutes later, he was waving at me from the parking lot, as I used the machine by the big glass window view. During the week that followed, I found myself in pockets of wondering about this gym crush. I have no leads. I had no idea who he was. I've never seen him with any common friends. My trainer even thinks he's someone else. No clue. Nothing whatsoever. How dare he.
(To be continued.)
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