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...have.... Oh, whatever. Yes, I do seem to be posting a lot of threads lately, sorry about that but I just GOTTA get this out of my system and it didn't fit anywhere else!
Like I've hinted at, I've been on an extended hiatus from the gym. I've decided to finally change that and go back again soon, but have yet to actually implement that decision. I thought it might be good to begin softly today with going on a field-trip to the city's major swimming arena just for the heck of it, after all I haven't been there in like two months or something.
Entering the dressing room and showers area, I find it complely deserted, not a soul in sight. Of course, this is the gym's dressingroom, not the swimming arena dressingroom (to which I don't have access to with my gym card). I proceed along the pool(s) to the main shower and sauna area, to which I'm not to have access to EITHER really but nobody actually checks it so I can come and go as I want. There's just about always people in the main shower room, mostly fat, wrinkly old men but the occational gem crops up too.
The place has been modernized fairly recently, like in the last two or three years or so, so now the room consists of two ailes along the longest walls of the rectaugular room, and three free-standing walls parallel to the shorter side walls. These walls divides up the room into three shower 'compartments', each maybe five or six meters wide and three wide, plus one slightly larger foot/hand hygiene area. Each shower compartment has eight shower nozzles, four on each dividing wall, facing each other. I always check them all if I see someone interesting, sometimes I do and most of the time it's just fat old men.
But this time I see HIM there. In the 'inner-most' compartment...
The man-boy I have been waiting for all my life... Almost EXACTLY the one I'd like to have!
He was young. Not underage, certainly not, but young! If he was older than like 20-22, I'd be surprised! He was cute also! Not excessively so, but DEFINITELY cute! On a relative beauty scale where I'm, say, five, and (ahem! Don't mean to embarrass, just using you as an example, LOL), Dan's ten, he'd be about seven, maybe seven and a half. Dark hair (but it was wet, so it looked a little darker than it really was I suppose), pale skin. Fairly tall, maybe a bit taller than me, I didn't get that close a look. Slim too, but not REALLY slim, he hadn't got a sixpack or anything like that, and no real muscle on him. Just a normal (or better than normal actually), nice-looking body in yummy, smooth, hairless pale skin.
...And his little wonder of a dick's sticking out at a peculiar angle, clearly signalling, "I'm gay, and horny!" to anyone that is listening in! Actually, it wasn't so LITTLE either! Again, not excessive, but well-sized I'd definitely say. And while not poking straight out, it was clearly defying gravity in a way it would NOT do if completely relaxed, that I can tell you. The shaft was pale also, while the head had that yummy color of fresh, ripe strawberries. Not blood-crimson, it was a little paler. Like I said, not relaxed or else it would definitely have been more like tan or pink.
My libido goes into overdrive at the first sight of him of course, and it's always been like five sizes too big for my own damn good (almost put myself into real trouble on a few occasions thanks to it actually), and he sees me for what I am too. He looks at me and strokes himself a little removing all doubt of him and what he's doing, and I'm thinking stupid stuff like, 'yesssssss!! My luck's finally turning, I'm going to hang onto this gem of a guy FOREVER!'
...And it is stupid, because I haven't been in his supreme presence for more than like a minute or two when he utters four little words that ruins everything.
"I have to go."
He says it quietly in English, with an accent I interpret as sounding somewhat Dutch-ish. DAMMIT!
Oh well, my life's just played another of its little practical jokes on me. It likes to do that sometimes... I find the routine annoying and non-amusing, but others apparantly disagree because things like this happens to me all the time it feels like. A bit like Mr. Right's just not there for me, I'll never find him...
Well, at least I got to see him wipe himself dry, and he never did manage to go down completely so I gorge myself on that vision as much as I can for that will be all I'll ever have of him. He's probably only visiting my country briefly and that's why he was coming on to me so hard (and anyone else that might have seen him also but lucky me none of those disgusting old fags were around so we were all alone for that short glorious moment)...
Easy come, easy go like they say. And I never even got to TOUCH him, damn that's annoying!
A few minutes after he's gone, it hits me. It's like some bizarre kind of drug withdrawal, I'm getting REALLY cold, cold to the point I'm shivering really bad despite I'm showering in lukewarm water! It's absolutely horrible and I can't control my own body properly... Dammit, I wanted that guy SO BAD... I was SO CLOSE! Never felt anything before like it, in the way of physical attraction I mean. It was almost too intense.
Rest of day... Well, I did have a very strange experience in the gym sauna. Like I've attested to, this gym seems to be a major gay hangout, but this guy I couldn't figure out for my LIFE! He was either really shy or he was a bit ashamed OR he's one of those semi-kinky sort-of-exhibitionists I've seen at times. ...Or simply just one hell of a tease, but I don't think so. Didn't feel like he was screwing around with me (eh, no, not like THAT, hehe).
Without going into any embarrassing details, he was lying down on his back and kept his eyes closed for most of the time and refused to look at me much at all. He was quite muscular, tanned, well equipped also, and had decent looks I suppose. I assumed SOMETHING was going on there inside his head because he had a towel around his waist and he had managed to somehow wrap it so it clung on to his genitals, CLEARLY outlining them, or suddenly let the towel slip and reveal parts of his anatomy, etc. And there were other signs also, but they fall into the 'explicit embarrassing stuff' which I think I'd better keep off the board, write me an email and maybe I'll tell, hehe.  Well, he had me working hard there to defrock him, but I finally did. He was also gay, hehe.
Felt no particular attraction to him however and he was extremely uncommunicative. Like I said, he seemed more of an exhibitionist somehow (not that he ever really exposed himself, he clung on to that towel like it was a dear friend of his, LOL!), I'm speaking more in general terms, like the CONCEPT of an exhibitionist; that it's not the 'act' itself that appeals to him. ...Or something. There was never anything special there however, like I said, I felt no attraction.
So this has been a REALLY weird day... Woe me, why did the guy have to go and leave me all alone?!? 
-Lenny
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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He will. I am sure he will
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What's all this "explicit embarrassing stuff?" You gotta tell me.
That's even better than what happened to me at the Houston airport a few years ago, though not if I hadn't already been married. I was changing planes and had to go to the john. As I was sitting in the stall, someone came into the restroom. I finished my business and as I walked out, I noticed a tall, lean, early twenty-something standing at the urinal. I also noticed that he wasn't urinating. He was standing much too tall for that, if you get my drift. I stepped over to the sinks to wash. They were against the same wall as the urinals and when I glanced over, he was just standing there stroking himself. I had to turn towards him a bit to reach for the towel dispenser so I really did have an excuse to look. In all that time, he never looked at me. He just kept his face to the wall though I was sure he knew I was looking. As I stepped away to toss the towel into the trash, he turned towards me. He was completely exposed and now he was looking right at me. He walked sideways, still facing me to a stall and went in. Oh God how I wanted to follow him, but I didn't. I turned and walked out. He was maybe 6'2" brown hair and baby-faced. I think that's the only time since I've been married that I really didn't want to be.
Think good thoughts,
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ok now i am going to spend my up comming week end ahging out in airport bathrooms.....lol
peace
tim...of USA
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...appreciates the restraint you showed, hehe!
Anyway, sex in public restrooms is not my idea of a good time. Just for starters, it usually smells bad, and then there's lots of other things too.
-Lenny
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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Well, it's not like I was buying real estate. Location wasn't everything. hehehe. But HE was. And my wife knows nothing about it.
Think good thoughts,
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I had a less positive (in terms of a come-on) but as awe inspiring airport expereince. They caused Flight of Fancy to be written then and there.
I was at Heathrow in the departures lounge for Dublin. So was he. And I would have stripped off then and there, in front of everyone, and taken him by storm if he'd been willing! I know he was looking at me, but I'll never know quite in what way.
Can you imagine the headlines?
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Lenny, a 10, really?! Gosh.
Anyway, I have to say that Dutch boys are too incredibly scrummy. They are SO nice, and hugely attractive. I went to this camp thing in France many moons ago. When I was about 15, and these two dutch guys were there. One was 16, and one was 17, and I was like totally attracted to them. I swam with them all the time, and played tennis, etc. I remember there was an indoor pool with like jacuzzi jets in the floor of the pool. The 16 year old was virtually sitting on it, shouting to me "I'm coming, I'M COMING!!!!", which I found very endearing. His friend who was 17, was saying to me "Tim, my friend REALLY fancies you, he thinks you're really sexy"... Oh, and they decided to call me Tim, because they said I was "a typical English boy, and look like Tim Henman", cheeky bastards. I found the 16 year old more attractive because he was a lot more sensitive, than his athletic (yet more facially attractive) older friend. Oh those were the days. I was so in love (bit of a radical expression for people I didn't know), but I was young and incredibly horny, and I fancied the pants off them.
Anyway, getting back to Dutch boys, I remember when I went to Amsterdam with my family, when I was about 17, I think. Hehehe, it was when the Gay Games was going on, and I was a bit scared. heheh, as were the rest of my family... Mum kept getting worried about letting my brother and I go to the toilet alone and stuff.... It WAS rather funny. And I got so many wolf whistles, which must have disturbed my parents. Probably partly due to my (almost) skin tight Calvin Klein tshirt, which was quite stretchy. I still have it somewhere... ooops,I am getting distracted....
Anyway, so, yes, I was there in Amsterdam, and as families do, we went to a funny place called "The New Metropolis", which is like this amazing building, built in a harbour, and looks like half a sunken ship at an angle, really really amazing. A bit like the Exploratory in Bristol, in terms of its contents. Basically lots of things that are meant to teach children about science and nature, and stuff. So, I was there, and there was this boy, whom must have been 14 or 15, and very cute. He was dutch, and I'm sure, interested in me... We were playing on this huge machine, that had a mini horse race (little robotic horses), and you had to put like token cards in the machine to set them off. He was doing it, in front of me, but put the card where his genitals would be, and thrusting his hip forwards to the machine, to put the card in the slot. And at the same time looking and me, and giggling. I was (again), somewhat in love with this little tyke. He was SO cute!
Well, that;s about it, with my experience with foreign guys, but I have to say, Dutch guys kick arse, because they are SO cute. Full bloody stop.
Better get off to sleep now.
I watched the Rocky Horror Picture Show this evening on DVD. It is SO good, cracks me up every time. I went to see it in the theatre, and freind of mine, and two girls went, and we all dressed up (when we were about 17/18), and the bar people in the theatre thought we were part of the crew, and we got free drinks all night! Also we were in one of the Boxes and at the end of the show, the ground floor viewers gave US four a standing ovation, god knows why, perhaps because we made the effort to dress up!?!
Anyway, gotta shoot. Pip to text message, etc etc etc.
Lots of love,
Dan.
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Why do you think you see people looking at you all the time? That guy with the sports car you wrote of this past winter for example, the time those French dudes propositioned you, that Carter kid, or the ones you mention in this very here post, etc... There is a very natural explanation for that, dude. 
Anyway, where were YOU when I was young? ...Oh yeah, now I remember. Busy being born I suppose...  Dammit, hahaha!
Thanks for the tale(s), they were most, uh, uplifting.
-Lenny
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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Sounds like a great day. Looks like the gym was a good idea!
Good for you!
Kevin
"Be excellent to each other, and, party on dudes"!
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