I always dreaded gym class in high school. Every time I walked into the locker room I could feel an impending doom hovering over me. I was petrified of getting undressed in front of the other boys. The thought of showering with them, which I’d always managed to avoid, filled me with so much anxiety I could hardly breathe. My only saving grace (if that's what you want to call it) was when I got lucky enough to steal a sneaky peek of all the boys in their tighty whities. I had planned it so carefully that I think I managed to take a gander at every single boy in my class. I think I can officially say that this pubescent exploring was the birth of my inner voyeur, as well as my underwear and jockstrap fetish.
Going to the gym in San Francisco is completely different then the hell I went through in high school. Of course I still checked out men in (and out) of their underwear, but at the same time other voyeurs were checking me out. There were even certain gyms in the city where there were all kinds of shenanigans going on in the shower and steam rooms. At one point a certain gym had to close down their steam room because of all the sexual activity that was going on. Yes, it was a place to work out, but whether you liked it or not, it was also a place to cruise and be cruised. Why go to a bar when you can just go to the gym?
And in some sense it was still like high school. There were so many clicks and social circles. Gay men, especially gay men at the gym, tend to bring out that after-school special “I'm-so-hot-I'm-more-important-then-you” melodramatic attitude. One time I was waiting for a guy to finish up with his workout when all of a sudden he stops everything just to answer his phone...seriously? But for the most part, I just keep to myself and focus on the things I need to do…for the most part.
I had my fair share of cruising in and out of the locker room, but I never acted on any of them. And I certainly didn't get caught dropping the soap in the shower room (whoops!). But then again, there’s a first time for everything. There was a cute Latino who was checking me out almost every time I saw him at the gym. I tried to be subtle in my flirting, but subtlety really isn't my forte. My friends have always said that I'm too obvious for that sort of thing. One day, while I was getting dressed in the locker room, he started up a conversation. After breaking the ice with some small talk, I said goodbye and he left the locker room. That should have been it, but as I was leaving the gym, I stopped and decided to listen to the niggling in my gut telling me to go back. Maybe it was the fact that I was lonely and wanted some company, or maybe it was just the plain and simple truth that I was horny and needed to get laid. Either way, I got his number and we made plans to see a movie the next day.
The next day I got off work, jumped on the subway, and met Miguel downtown where we made our way to The Metreon on Mission and 4th. We grabbed a quick bite to eat and opted to see a horror movie (nothing more exciting then getting scared and grabbing hold of the nearest thing for support...). As we made our way into the theatre, Miguel pulled me back and started kissing me, and this is before we even sat down! After that he pushed me up against the wall and began sucking on my ear lobes (sensitive area!), and kissing my neck. I started to feel like I was a scandalous character in a trashy Danielle Steele novel. Is that a bad thing? As hot as it was, I had to remind him that we were there to see a movie, and so we made our way up to the top of the theatre where there were only a few people.
I was getting a sneaky suspicion that we were going to watch very little of the movie. But to my surprise, Miguel only held my hand throughout the movie and neither of us tried any other “smooth moves.” But after the movie, when the other people started clearing out, he started kissing me on the neck and massaging my crotch. Even though I felt a little uncomfortable, I didn't really argue. We indulged in a bit of heavy petting, and then we made our way out of the theatre and headed for the restrooms. It was a large bathroom with several stalls and urinals. To my surprise, there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom (this is starting to sound like the perfect scene for a horror movie). Miguel vanished into a stall while I used a urinal. Within a matter of minutes I felt his hands grab my waist and he started kissing my neck. I quickly looked around, hoping that we weren't being watched, even though the idea completely turned me on. I just managed to zip up my pants as he guided me to an empty stall and closed the door. I had officially graduated from a Danielle Steele novel to amateur Xtube porn star; I could hear the cheesy “bow-chicka-wow-wow” music playing in the background as we started making out. I could faintly hear a few people coming in and out of the bathroom and I was terrified that we would get caught. But in the heat of the moment I lost all of my reservations and forgot about everyone except Miguel and myself.
I had my fair share of cruising in and out of the locker room, but I never acted on any of them. And I certainly didn't get caught dropping the soap in the shower room (whoops!). But then again, there’s a first time for everything. There was a cute Latino who was checking me out almost every time I saw him at the gym. I tried to be subtle in my flirting, but subtlety really isn't my forte. My friends have always said that I'm too obvious for that sort of thing. One day, while I was getting dressed in the locker room, he started up a conversation. After breaking the ice with some small talk, I said goodbye and he left the locker room. That should have been it, but as I was leaving the gym, I stopped and decided to listen to the niggling in my gut telling me to go back. Maybe it was the fact that I was lonely and wanted some company, or maybe it was just the plain and simple truth that I was horny and needed to get laid. Either way, I got his number and we made plans to see a movie the next day.
The next day I got off work, jumped on the subway, and met Miguel downtown where we made our way to The Metreon on Mission and 4th. We grabbed a quick bite to eat and opted to see a horror movie (nothing more exciting then getting scared and grabbing hold of the nearest thing for support...). As we made our way into the theatre, Miguel pulled me back and started kissing me, and this is before we even sat down! After that he pushed me up against the wall and began sucking on my ear lobes (sensitive area!), and kissing my neck. I started to feel like I was a scandalous character in a trashy Danielle Steele novel. Is that a bad thing? As hot as it was, I had to remind him that we were there to see a movie, and so we made our way up to the top of the theatre where there were only a few people.
I was getting a sneaky suspicion that we were going to watch very little of the movie. But to my surprise, Miguel only held my hand throughout the movie and neither of us tried any other “smooth moves.” But after the movie, when the other people started clearing out, he started kissing me on the neck and massaging my crotch. Even though I felt a little uncomfortable, I didn't really argue. We indulged in a bit of heavy petting, and then we made our way out of the theatre and headed for the restrooms. It was a large bathroom with several stalls and urinals. To my surprise, there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom (this is starting to sound like the perfect scene for a horror movie). Miguel vanished into a stall while I used a urinal. Within a matter of minutes I felt his hands grab my waist and he started kissing my neck. I quickly looked around, hoping that we weren't being watched, even though the idea completely turned me on. I just managed to zip up my pants as he guided me to an empty stall and closed the door. I had officially graduated from a Danielle Steele novel to amateur Xtube porn star; I could hear the cheesy “bow-chicka-wow-wow” music playing in the background as we started making out. I could faintly hear a few people coming in and out of the bathroom and I was terrified that we would get caught. But in the heat of the moment I lost all of my reservations and forgot about everyone except Miguel and myself.
One thing led to another and before I knew it, I was on my knees giving Miguel a blowjob, and he was more then happy to return the favor. After a while of sucking and kissing, we finally finished off by cumming right there in the bathroom stall! We looked at each other, laughed under our breaths and cleaned up our mess. After we both were dressed, I peeked my head out of the stall door only to find an empty bathroom once again. We said good night and went our separate ways.
I still ran into him at the gym and we even went out on a few more dates, but that was about the extent of it. Alas, there were no more steamy, public hookups either. I think he wanted to get serious, but I wasn't ready to jump back into another relationship. I'll never forget that night, though. It will forever be ingrained in my memory. That’s when I realized that all sorts of things are possible, even behind closed doors.
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