I think I found him

I may never even get to go to bed with him, but I know I want him

WARNING

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By Kevin McLean

This morning as I do every morning I think of the guys I am going to meet. In my head, that particular morning was going to be the one. He was going to miraculously appear out of thin air and he would carry me off to his bed and do nasty things to me; things that I wanted him to do all along but that I will pretend I am only doing them to please him.

I was feeling a bit sluggish anyhow, but my perseverance won out and I put on my gym clothes, a clean change of clothes in my gym bag and headed for the gym. I got there and I really didn’t want to work out but I figure a light workout would make me feel better.

I looked around and that morning the gym was almost empty…there wasn’t even any eye candy to entertain my eyes and unleash my sexual desires. It was the doldrums, the boring vanilla morning I so dread.

I am sitting on the fucking bicycle that goes nowhere watching some news channel and I glanced towards the front door which at that moment opened and in walks this dude…I know that my jaw hit my chest…my eyes opened up and my heart started to race and it wasn’t from the exercise.

This guy had to be in his twenties; no older than 25 and if looks could stop a train this one could stop the Kansas and Topeka and the Santa Fe dead on its tracks. He was all that and more.

I never lost one move, nor got him out of my sight, it was like I just had to stare…fuck it if I was busted, I didn’t care if he noticed…I wanted for him to notice that I was looking, perhaps that would convey the message…I was interested.

My regular work out lasts approximately 45 minutes…when I do it without stopping or taking longer between the reps; but all that time I was on the cycle and started my weights the dude was on the treadmill, he had it on a ridiculous steep incline that would do away with me in less than five minutes. Yet, this guy was going at it and never even broke into a sweat…that meant he was in excellent shape.

Because he was there, I started to take longer between the reps; I would rest a little between exercises because I wanted to look at him. By this time I think he knew he was being watched. I think it kind of pleased him because it was then that I noticed he would preen, he would stop and pose in front of the mirror, and he would flex some muscle area like the biceps. Then at one point he lifted his shirt to show his pectoral muscles and standing in front of the mirror he contracted and posed. It was delicious; it was incredibly beautify…what a torso this guy had!

I don’t know, where I would meet him…perhaps Home Depot…yeah, that’s it, there are a lot of hot guys that go there…the one just by my house they call “The Homo Depot” because there are so many single guys looking for hook ups…with each other. Of course, the ones you find at Home Depot are going to be working guys, builders, handy men and the accidental homeowner who is doing some remodeling; most of the time these guys are hot.

I kept working out with my weights but always directing a glance at him. It wasn’t lost on him because at one point, we were very close..about ten feet away and he actually smiled at me. What did it mean? Was he aware I wanted him? Was he available?

Not once did he ask me to spot for him...he was very independent and didn't need any help...but I would have given my right tit to stand over his head while he did his bench press...at least I could have caught his macho scent being that close. i was curious and I sort of walked over to the entrance of the gym and looked at the book where we sign in and I could barely make out his name: Ricardo something. At least I knew he was Latino. I returned to my routine and he was still going at it.

I didn’t know but I had gone through my regular Monday work-out and then my Tuesday as well. I work one set of muscles at a time. But that day, because he was there; I needed to stretch my time at the gym. I looked at the clock and it was half past nine. I ordinarily get there at seven and I am out by eight in the morning. I would now have to come in at eight thirty so that I would coincide with him.

I left the work out area and headed for the shower. I intended to jerk off just thinking about Mr. Right. I turned on the shower and as I was modulating the temperature in comes Mr. Right…wrapped in a towel and he took the shower stall opposite mine but one over so that there was a partition that would protect him from my prying eyes.

I looked and I could see him. He was standing under the water, letting it caress his body and he was washing his hair. He was sideways and I could only get a very limited glance of his genitals. Then the dude turned around completely and he was now facing me, with his eyes closed as he was rinsing his hair.

The cock was magnificent. It was uncut and big even though it was flaccid. What I wouldn’t have given to see it hard and throbbing…what I wouldn’t have done to have it in my mouth; or better yet, to have it invading my bum hole.

I even pretended to drop the soap so that when I picked it up I would be bending over and he could take notice of my ass. I did it twice and he wasn't looking...I guess or he was jot interested. Perhaps he was playing hard to get...and I would have done him right there in the showers.

I was not just getting an erection, I needed to jerk off but I wasn’t going to do it with him there. I turned around so he wouldn’t see my hard on. He finished his shower, he dried off and left. I was left in the shower and I did jack off. I never saw him again. I kept going back to the gym at different times to see if I could see him. But he either moved away or just disappeared from the face of the earth. Too bad; I was in lust with him.