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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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Tis' better to give Tennyson a firm thwack upside the head, than never
By: lenny on Mon, 09 September 2002 18:54 |
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he'll be back, surely?
By: tim on Mon, 09 September 2002 21:08 |
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YOU are such a tease
By: e on Tue, 10 September 2002 05:46 |
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Re: YOU are such a tease
By: Guest on Tue, 10 September 2002 10:47 |
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I hope your significant other...
By: lenny on Tue, 10 September 2002 11:16 |
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Re: I hope your significant other...
By: e on Tue, 10 September 2002 14:30 |
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yummy
By: tim on Tue, 10 September 2002 15:13 |
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Re:
By: dan on Wed, 11 September 2002 20:21 |
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Ten? Oh yeah.
By: lenny on Thu, 12 September 2002 11:25 |
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Sounds great!!
By: kevin on Fri, 13 September 2002 01:31 |
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