Look ma: No lingerie!  

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4/23/2005 11:16 am

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Look ma: No lingerie!

In my last entry I mentioned that I ignored Mr. 10
Inches' orders to not wear lingerie. I did it anyway and paid (happily, it turned out) for it.

However, there cums a time when spontaneity takes
over.

A few years back I belonged to a gym chain with
multiple locations around the NY area. The gym nearest to my apartment was in Chelsea, which if you know anything about NY is the Rainbow Capitol of the city.

Going to the gym there was an adventure. The locker room was a swank scene of guys greeting each other, posing, sizing up and making dates.

Even though I my ass has been filled by two cocks at that point, I was still shy about a place like the locker room and I'd come to the gym dressed, put my valuables in a locker, workout, get my stuff and leave.

I wasn't freaked out so much about being in a room
filled with gay men, I just didn't trust my ability to control myself. In other words, I was turned on by it and how embarassing would it be to walk from the shower to my locker with a hard-on? Overtime, I found myself looking forward to being there, eyeing up hard bodies and yummy cocks, sizing up who I'd fuck and who I wouldn't.

There were a few guys who were regulars who I'd
fantasize about. I'd try to study them as best I could without getting caught and I'd go home, slide a dildo into my ass and try to imagine getting fucked by them.

Soon enough, I started taking showers and learned to control myself. Once I noticed that two guys were sizing me up, so, just for kicks, I (accidentally) dropped my towel and bent over in front of them to pick up. I was thinking: "Can they tell that I take it in the ass?"

One day a guy walked up to me and started feeling me out. I guess when you're gay and you want to find out if someone else is gay, you have to carefully get around to the subject of asking. That's why I think there's a code to all this that signifies your status to the group you want to attract while not making it obvious to the group that you don't want to know. Strange. Complicated.

He told me he had a friend who participated in some sort of gay club. I said to him, "well, I'm bi, so I've never felt compelled to be in a gay club." And he was like, "Oh really?"

And I shook my head in the affirmative and leaned
forward next to his ear and whispered "I'm strictly a bottom, though."

His eyes lit up. They were hazel and he had dirty
blonde hair, a perfect set of abs and muscles and the yummiest, most perfect cock I had ever laid my eyes on.

"So, you must live around here..." he said.
I told him yes, but figured his apartment was closer -- and it was. Again, I leaned forward toward his ear and said, "I'd love to see your apartment."

He smiled and said: "Let's go."

It was summer, so we were both in shorts and t-shirts. His apartment was right around the corner. We walked up two flights of stairs. We both dropped our bags in the middle of the floor as we walked into the small studio. He turned toward me and I just reached for the button on his shorts, dropped to my knees, pulled out his stiffening cock and just started going down on him right then and there.

He pulled away from me, whipped off his shirt and
kicked off his shorts and lounged back on the bed. I quickly disrobed as I walked toward him and again attacked him, working over his cock like some crazed, starved animal.

He came...and we switch positions, him sucking me. I came pretty quick too. We laughed about us both being quick shooters, but I think we were both turned on over the fact that we had just met a few minutes ago in a men's locker room.

"I can't believe you're here," he said to me while
rummaging through a dresser drawer for condoms and
lube. "I've had my eyes on you for a few weeks. I had no idea you were gay."

"Bi," I said.

"Gay, bi, whatever. I had no idea that you liked men."

"Baby, I love getting fucked in the ass and I have to tell you, this is the first time I'm doing it
straight."

"Straight?" he said, while caressing my ass and
rubbing lube in my crack. I spread my legs wide to
make easy for him and he gently fingered my hole.

"I love to crossdress. This is the first time I've
ever been with a guy without being dressed up."

He looked up from rolling on a condom and laughed.
"Really? Holy shit, you look like this totally tough, straight guy and you crossdress?"

"It's a dirty secret," I said with shrug and tucked my knees into my favorite missionary position.

"I bet," he said, stuffing a pillow under my ass for better leverage. "Well, I'm glad I took the chance."

He slid his gorgeous 7 inches into my ass and it was like "Wow!" In between gasps, I said: "I'm glad you asked, too!"

Oh my gosh, what a fucking great lay! He was just
soooo smooth and soooo fucking hot. He just had that right gear, the right rythm, the right size, the right body. Everything.

I was underneath him, legs spread, knees up near my chest, rubbing my hands along his abs, the small of his back, his smooth ass; just soaking in his gorgeous body. For the first time I was getting fucked as a guy by a guy. I wasn't pretending via my dress or my thoughts to be a woman. And that was so different and and such a turn on. I was so relaxed and thought to myself: "Gosh, I was born for this. Born to just lay here and get take cocks in my ass like this. I wish I had come to this conclusion earlier in life."

We developed a nice friendship and had sex on a
regular basis. We'd arrange to meet after the gym,
taught and fresh from a workout and shower, head to his apartment and have great sex.

My first cock was a compact, the second was a monster truck and this...this was a racing car! Unfortunately, he moved out of the city...but it was fun while it lasted.


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