So my time with men started of pretty simple. Couple blowjobs, and kind of progressed as you would expect. Eventually bottomed, which is amazing for me and then it all started to snowball from there. Eventually I just kind of became addicted to the whole thing.
I started looking for places I thought I might be lucky finding a decent guy to mess around with. I stumbled on a gay gym in my area. I had driven past this place for a year and never knew it was there. I decided to go to see how the crowd was. Decent clientele, some working professionals, some college aged and of course a few older men. My first trip was pretty good. I worked out, hung in the sauna and kind of just maintained a fly on the wall mentality. I left, having not hooked up, but had a really good time. My second trip wouldn’t disappoint.
I pulled in and ended up awkwardly at the front door with a young college guy. As we were checking in we chatted for a quick minute. He was about 6’3” and was in great shape. He was black, which has recently become an addiction for me. I asked him what he was up to and he responded that he was just trying to relax and enjoy the gym.