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I am crushing big time on the nice Jewish boy who I barebacked two days ago at the gym. I know very little about him but I am sexually obsessed and that is causing me to take what little I do know about him and construct all sorts of narratives...like the archeologists did with the ruins of Machu Picchu.

I know his first name (Noah). I know that he takes raw cock up his ass from total strangers -- or at least he did on at least one occasion. This could mean he is poz. Or maybe he's in denial...thinks I looked too healthy to have HIV. So basically if I see him again and we have to discuss such matters, we will either learn we have something in common or he will turn white as a ghost and excuse himself to go get tested at GMHC. (I didn't cum inside him and my viral load is undetectable but yes, it is entirely possible that I infected him.) It is also possible that our gym schedules will never sync again and I will never learn what became of him and his immune system.

He also plays basketball. He owns his own ball. He was dribbling it as we walked together out of the YMCA. Guys who play contact sports are so hot! He owns a Blackberry (where he took down my number) and he lives somewhere in my neighborhood. He says that his brother is visiting but that could be an excuse for something shady...like he has a live-in girlfriend he doesn't want me to know about.

So today I go to the gym and I look for him. He's not there. I consider going down to the basketball courts to see if he's shooting hoops but that's too stalkerish even for me. I finish my workout and hit the showers. Before I do I check my iPhone and there's a message from Daniela alerting me to the fact that Mercury is in Retrograde. In astrological terms, this means that for the three weeks that Mercury is "going backwards" you are not to begin a new relationship as it will fall apart when Mercury starts going forwards again. So Noah and I are not to be. I put my iPhone into my locker and walk into the steam room.

I am sitting there for a few minutes and he walks in. Or I think its him. The room is steamy and he doesn't acknowledge my presence. He jiggles that doodad to make the room steamier and walks over to sit behind me. He smiles. I smile. We do it again. I suck his cock, he sucks mine. I eat his ass. I fuck him raw AGAIN and just as it starts getting good a ghostly figure appears at the glass door and we separate. A guy walks in -- probably gay -- and seems very interested in seeing more of what he just almost walked in on. More people walk in. It's Grand Central Station.

We retreat to the sauna. No one is in there. We start fucking again and he whirls around and cums all over me. It gets all over my hands. I lick my fingers and put my mouth on his cock which is still spewing jizz. It's hot.

Test #5. Now that he's cum (for the first time in my presence), will he run away and never look me in the eye again? Wow no, he doesn't. We sit there in the sauna and chat about how funny and hot this all is. A guy pokes his head in. "You know this thing isn't on?" All of a sudden, it occurs to me that we are sitting in a luke warm sauna in this strangely casual post-coital position. Our knees are almost touching. The only thing missing are two cigarettes. Oh, that's why the sauna is empty. The gay guy from the steam room walks in and pretends to enjoy the luke warm sauna.

BB action at the gym

I'm getting a lot better about disclosure lately. I try to be philosophical about it. If you love someone, set them free blah blah blah. If you want to fuck someone's brains out, disclose. If you were meant to fuck them, they'll come back to you with a condom...or something.

But then sometimes I'm caught off guard and it's hard to disclose...like this guy at the gym. Gorgeous tall Jewish boy. Maybe thirty. I notice him in the steam room and I immediately assume he's straight. He takes off his towel and walks over to the steam nozzle to pour water over it in order to make it steamier. I notice that he has a huge cock. I sigh. It's like I'm at Barney's looking at a beautiful outfit I'll never fit into or afford. But then it occurs to me that his whole "walk over to the steam nozzle" was really a way of advertising his wares in the first place. Regardless, he could still be straight guy who loves to show off.

There's a third guy in the steam room with us. He gets up to leave and I notice that my guy is fiddling casually with his cock under his towel. Shit, could it be my lucky day? I start casually fiddling with my cock under my towel. We make eye contact. There is a God.

Here's what drives me crazy about the gym hookup. I am kind of a girl. When I am having an anonymous sexual encounter, I need to make eye contact. I need to make out. I need to have some sort of body contact besides the genitalia. Maybe a little chitchat. I hate fooling around with guys at the gym who just want to jerk off "for" me. If I'm attracted to someone I am not content to watch him masturbate. I'm not trying to be your boyfriend, I just need to make a tiny fleeting connection. I know it's weird, but hey.

So I'm pleasantly surprised when he gets up and sits down next to me. Our knees are touching. Yes! I lean over and suck his cock. Test #1. If he's one of those frigid steam room guys he'll push my head away. He doesn't. So far so good. Test #2. He might be one of those hung guys who will let you blow him but doesn't reciprocate. That's not a dealbreaker but still. So I'm pleasantly surprised again when he leans over and sucks my cock for a little while.

Test #3. Will he let me play with his asshole? The fact that he's willing to suck my cock tells me there's a possibility. I go down on him again and I reach around. He lets out a little moan and I know I'm home free. He has an amazing ass. He also has this wonderfully cocky attitude. He gets up and wipes some condensation off of the glass door of the steamroom. While he checks to see if the coast is clear, he unselfconsciously wets his fingers with his mouth and starts fingering his hole. We're not fucking are we? ARE WE? Shit, we're fucking! He sits down on my cock. Thanks to the steam, the spit he applied to his ass and the spit he just applied to my cock while he was sucking it, my cock slides right in. I have never fucked anyone in a steam room before. I didn't think it was possible.

Anyway, if this was a porn film or a Penthouse Forum letter, we'd fuck for the next forty minutes in perfect undisturbed privacy. Either that or the people who barged in on us would be really hot and willing to participate. But this isn't porn, it's real life at the YMCA. A couple people walk in. One guy seems to know what we're up to and he'd like to join in. Another guy is cluelessly cockblocking us. My head is spinning. I need to get out of the steam room because it's too hot and I'm getting dizzy but I need more of that man's ass and cock like a junkie needs heroin. I take a break, grab my razor and shave by the bathroom mirrors. He showers. We make eye contact in the mirror. We try the steam room again. It's still crowded. So is the sauna. No room at the inn.

Finally I walk over and introduce myself. Test #4. Will he freak out if I start TALKING to him? No. He tells me his name too. "Can we continue this in a bed sometime?" I ask. "Yeah," he says. "Make sure we exchange numbers before we leave." Coincidentally his locker is right next to mine. He takes my number on his blackberry and then calls me right away so I have his number. We walk out together. "I've seen you around," he says. You have?!?!? He tells me his brother is staying with him so he can't invite me over. I tell him that's fine, I live alone. We promise to call each other.

So now I'm wondering, if this guy is so fast to get fucked raw in a sauna with a total stranger, am I safe in assuming he's poz?