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?
Of course YOU'RE safe with that assumption, but HE still needs to know what's up. Yes, he may very well be poz, and was probably assuming that you were, but YOU don't know either of these to be true. He could have also been assuming that your willingness to fuck raw was a sign of being neg. The only thing of which you're certain is that YOU are poz...
ReplyDeleteYou don't *owe* him anything -- you both rolled the dice on this one -- but a casual (and, yes, awkward) 'You know I'm poz, right?" BEFORE your next encounter should be YOUR next move. Doesn't have to be, but it *should* be...
That said: sounds like a HOT, steamy fuck you guys shared... I love that you like to feel a bit of a connection with the guy, even when it's anonymous, and that you like a little chit-chat in there, with some eye contact and touching. That chit-chat could, however, include disclosure as well, y'know? Yeah, it might turn into a deal-breaker at times, but it could simply delay the encounter until there's time to grab a handful of condoms on the way out...
Just sayin'...
I would assume he is positive or at least he does not give a fuck. He sounds like myself a few years ago. I don't live in regret still to this day.
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