It's in his kiss.

Visibility at the steam room was a bitch again. It was hard to see if the guy sucking your dick was fat or hot or not. If I were horny enough I wouldn't really care. But I was in my picky mood. So I carefully assessed the bodies sitting beside me. The hints I get from the outside light were actually enough to discern if they were acceptable candidates for a shower escapade. But sadly, the steam was getting thick as my patience was thinning. And the heat was starting to get to me. I needed a quick rinse.

As I stood, a guy rose from the opposite end of the steam room. He was around my height with a lanky frame. But the sweat on his skin showed he's got some meat in him. He stepped out. So did I. I saw him enter a shower stall while I closed the door. When I turned back at his direction, his towel was off and the door was open. He looked me in the eye. I wiped the sweat trickling down my lips.

I stepped in.

He put up this worried act that someone might have seen us. I grabbed his cock and pulled him close. "I don't care." I whispered in his ear. Then I unfurled his towel and hung it up the door.

I knelt down and greeted his tower. Perfect shape. Perfect size. Perfect girth. Fit just right deep into my throat. I looked at him. His eyes were closed as he turned his head up to the ceiling. A faint moan came out of his breath. He put his hands over my head and held my hair like wild wet mane as he thrusted deeper. Faster. Harder. My hands raced to his chest and glided with every drop the shower released. I rose and began to caress his nipples with my lips. My tongue made way above his chest, slowly up the neck and straight for the lips. He swung his head to the side leaving my lips landing on his left cheek. I pulled his head my way once more, but the softness of my lips won't budge his open.

And it hit me. It was too good to be true. But men like him, they don't go out into the wild single. He's just havin' a bit of fun, cheating on his guy - or partner as he later revealed to me.

Before you jump so quickly over to the judges' wagon, I know for a fact that the lockers is no place to find a boyfriend. But you cant kill the romantic in me that maybe somewhere in one of those blowjobs, handjobs, shower-fucks, some random guy might be the one. Maybe. And sometimes, that thought is enough to get me by.

So how exactly did I find out that he has this partner? Simple. We got each other's numbers.

And we're hanging out soon.