... I'm a man who has survived quite a bit, so far. I am what, anyone, meeting me for the first time, would proclaim me to be an incredibly "macho" individual / bordering on an "ultra-testoserone" kind of guy. I have had "more than my share" of the opposite _s_e_x_. --- If this sounds like "bravado", I appologize. It is simply a fact.
All of that testimony makes it more difficult to explain the events of the afternoon of April 3...
As is my normal practice, I went to my gym to work-out over lunch. -- I had, however, a very late start to it all.
It was about 1:20 p. m before I arrived to work out. The second I dropped my bag on the bench in the locker room, I noticed a guy to the left and rear of me just sitting there in his jock. He had a small towel around his neck, looking at the floor, breathing heavily. ... I simply figure he has just finished a kick-ass workout. Whatever,... on to my own workout. After a couple of machines, I look down the room between the machines and see the SAME guy. I figure, "what the hell", the guy's got a right to continue his workout. A couple of machines later, it was truly obvious that this dude was STARING at me. I continued on my way through the machines, trying to avoid any eye contact with this guy. It became very evident to me that I was getting extremely excited about this man's eyes roaming over my body while I attempt to continue with my workout. After about 20 minutes, or so, I drifted off to the water fountain. I "looked" around to see if he was still in the area. Coast was "clear". I bent-over and began sucking up the small stream of water in this joint. ... Had take another swig.... Bending over for my second shot at some cool water, I heard some "normal" panting behind me. I quickly swallowed. Was about ready to stabd-up, when I felt a slight "pressure" up against my ass. I figured, ... the guy's exhausted,... simple mistake,...So, I turned aroubd quickly. Yeah,...that's right. Same guy...
I sort of "froze" in this weird bent-over position. He said, "sorry, man, finish your drink...". I turned back to the fountain and opened up for another swig. It took just a couple of seconds before I felt a hand slipping between my legs and wrapping around my "package" and heard a low voice in my ears, saying, "Just tell me you REALLY didn't want any of this to happen!" I had no answer. I truly loved the feel of it all. Even though I could barely breathe properly at this point! --- The "decision" on pursuing ANY of this had to be made quickly.... and honestly. ... But never forgetting the un-freakin-real feeling of a MAN'S hand between my legs! So, I simply turned