Craiger
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Oh oh! What kind of physics is C going to teach Antony. I hope it's not just the boring old physics.......
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blackbeltninja
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Sunday 14 July 2008
Fact of the Day: for the first time in a long time, I actually have a fucking clue
*****
zOMG (as the cool kids say), I ran into little hottie Marcus from a few entries back again, my gym underpants twin who I thought was maybe being a bit flirty, at the gym again today. I WAS RIGHT! He was totally making a move on me. I know this because today things got… awkward. Or amazing. You decide.
So I was there again, with the SOFC as usual since it’s a Sunday, and he was there again in the steam-room when I went there after my workout. As before, he was friendly and we chatted, got to know each other a bit more. We have loads in common. Like I said previously, he seems like a nice guy. He’s got a great face, but strangely he has no body to speak of, no real definition anywhere. He’s not thin, but he’s not fat or even pudgy. He has no six-pack, but has no chunkiness there either. He looks like he is his right weight but with very little built muscle under there, like you see on small kids down at the beach with no meat on their bones whatsoever. I suppose this makes him a twink of some sort, but then again he’s not really skinny enough to really fit the term.
Anyway, as before, I thought he was perhaps interested, and this time I was looking for confirmation. As before, he had his (fairly impressive) cock out the entire time. Afterwards, I went to grab a shower and, as before, he ended up across from me. And as before, we chatted a bit more. But this time… So let’s assume that from the weekly football and hanging out at the gym with Trevor, I have become somewhat less shy. I’m not yet one of those guys who showers with the swing-door open, but I don’t seal it up more watertight than a dolphin’s bum or cower behind it, either. Let’s also assume that, I don’t know, for some unknown reason, *cough* liar *cough* the door didn’t shut completely and I could sort-of accidentally (read: intentionally) see into his shower, since I realised last time that he does indeed leave the door open and I figured he wouldn’t mind.
This all worked fairly well until I realised that he could see me watching him. “Scuppered!” I thought and was ready to give up on trying to sneak a surreptitious peek and get out with my dignity and self-respect intact and acting like I hadn’t been trying to have a look.
Until I realised he was making no bones about watching me through the accidental gap between my two doors.
And, not to put too fine a point on it, he was getting a little too aggressive when washing his gentleman’s area. And he started to get a little hard.
And then, smiling at me, a little more.
And then a lot more.
It was at this point I realised that my leaving a gap in my door was being misinterpreted, and I was being cruised. I’ve heard the stories about this going on at gyms and I’ll admit I’m pretty sure I’ve seen some of it happening with other members showering in cubicles across from each other on other occasions when I’ve been there. I figured I should take the high road and shut the door properly, even if I did it sort-of nonchalantly and non-judgmentally, like casually turning around while washing my hair and inadvertently knocking it with my elbow. I’m not entirely sure why I thought this would be better than just being plain offended and blatantly and unmistakeably so, because gym shenanigans are just not cool. Anyone could come in and we’d both be in deep shit; it’s a public place, and this is not what it was intended for. And hey, let us be honest here – it’s a little sordid, after all.
But I didn’t take the high road. I was getting hard myself, albeit half-hidden behind the doors, but I met his eyes and he grinned again encouragingly, and then I quite blatantly let my gaze fall down to where the show was happening.
He peeped out of his shower towards the entrance to the shower area, presumably to make sure nobody else was coming in. The two members of the SOFC who were present were still stoically sitting in the steam-room, like it was the Steam-room World Championships or something, and it was just us two getting wet.
I’ve never seen a real live erection before, Diary, apart from my own, which I’ll tell you I was looking at at the time this was all happening in the shower across the way. Even the pic of Al’s which he texted me by accident is just a picture, but this was it – a real stiffy, attached to a real person standing in front of me. It was uncut (no surprise, I suppose, since it’s uncut flaccid) and fairly thick, and he’s less of a grower than a show-er, so only about as long as my own 6-inches-and-change even though he has a fair amount there when it’s all down and unexcited. And he has been in there with a razor big time. Nothing on the bag, and just a few millimetres long up top with a decent treasure trail still intact up to his bellybutton, which as it happens is an innie. Thinking back, there are no tan-lines there, either.
The coast was clear, and he sort-of picked up his pace. I’m not sure what to do in these situations. I was half-keen to join in, but at the same time I wasn’t, you know? It’s a line I’m not sure I want to cross, being That Guy at the gym. So I didn’t. But I’m not sure if, while watching the show, I’m supposed to be an idle onlooker, or a more enthusiastic one, or whether I’m supposed to keep on showering while watching so that if someone does come in it doesn’t seem like anything untoward is happening. How must I know? I’m really new to all this!
I could tell that my lack of joining in was causing his interest to wane and it looked like he was going to stop, so I grinned back nervously and made it even more obvious that I was watching. I could tell that he wanted a little more involvement from me, and I realised it was kinda now or never if I wanted to watch till the end. So – and I’m not proud of this – I kinda nailed my colours to the wall at this point. I was sort-of halfway out of sight, seeing as my doors were only slightly open, but I turned and positioned myself between in such a way that… well, let’s just say that at long last I’m not the only one who has seen myself at full mast. I feel kinda dirty about that, because it turns out the stories about What Those Filthy Homos Get Up To in the Gym Shower that the pearl-clutching knee-jerk conservatives are always up in arms about are actually true, and I’m apparently one of them now and also actively enabling the rest.
I’m not going to lie – I enjoyed the show. I offered plenty of encouraging grins and other facial expressions and everything throughout the proceedings, and I’ll admit I was aching for release of my own when he finally unloaded a goodly volume of material onto the sides of the cubicle.
And then came the awkward afterglow. I didn’t quite know where to look, and I carried on washing my hair and whatever while he cleaned up, and waited for my own boner to dissipate. I’m proud to say I still didn’t take matters in hand, even after he finished up and went to get dressed. I’ll admit I wasn’t entirely sure if I wanted him to be there when I went to get dressed or if I’d hoped he would be gone; as it was, he was gone.
Needless to say, the bit of me-time I finally managed to take as soon as I got home, since the family were out and about, was spectacular; proper 5-star stuff, and quite a lot of it, too. I will perhaps admit that I am looking quite forward to reliving this afternoon’s entertainment and enjoying some more me-time when I head off to bed a little later.
And so that’s a wrap – my first homo experience. This does count as one, right? Not quite the losing of a virginity or anything quite that landmark, I suspect, but a fairly solid, if sordid, start.
Back to varsity tomorrow.
-C
Fact of the Day: for the first time in a long time, I actually have a fucking clue
*****
zOMG (as the cool kids say), I ran into little hottie Marcus from a few entries back again, my gym underpants twin who I thought was maybe being a bit flirty, at the gym again today. I WAS RIGHT! He was totally making a move on me. I know this because today things got… awkward. Or amazing. You decide.
So I was there again, with the SOFC as usual since it’s a Sunday, and he was there again in the steam-room when I went there after my workout. As before, he was friendly and we chatted, got to know each other a bit more. We have loads in common. Like I said previously, he seems like a nice guy. He’s got a great face, but strangely he has no body to speak of, no real definition anywhere. He’s not thin, but he’s not fat or even pudgy. He has no six-pack, but has no chunkiness there either. He looks like he is his right weight but with very little built muscle under there, like you see on small kids down at the beach with no meat on their bones whatsoever. I suppose this makes him a twink of some sort, but then again he’s not really skinny enough to really fit the term.
Anyway, as before, I thought he was perhaps interested, and this time I was looking for confirmation. As before, he had his (fairly impressive) cock out the entire time. Afterwards, I went to grab a shower and, as before, he ended up across from me. And as before, we chatted a bit more. But this time… So let’s assume that from the weekly football and hanging out at the gym with Trevor, I have become somewhat less shy. I’m not yet one of those guys who showers with the swing-door open, but I don’t seal it up more watertight than a dolphin’s bum or cower behind it, either. Let’s also assume that, I don’t know, for some unknown reason, *cough* liar *cough* the door didn’t shut completely and I could sort-of accidentally (read: intentionally) see into his shower, since I realised last time that he does indeed leave the door open and I figured he wouldn’t mind.
This all worked fairly well until I realised that he could see me watching him. “Scuppered!” I thought and was ready to give up on trying to sneak a surreptitious peek and get out with my dignity and self-respect intact and acting like I hadn’t been trying to have a look.
Until I realised he was making no bones about watching me through the accidental gap between my two doors.
And, not to put too fine a point on it, he was getting a little too aggressive when washing his gentleman’s area. And he started to get a little hard.
And then, smiling at me, a little more.
And then a lot more.
It was at this point I realised that my leaving a gap in my door was being misinterpreted, and I was being cruised. I’ve heard the stories about this going on at gyms and I’ll admit I’m pretty sure I’ve seen some of it happening with other members showering in cubicles across from each other on other occasions when I’ve been there. I figured I should take the high road and shut the door properly, even if I did it sort-of nonchalantly and non-judgmentally, like casually turning around while washing my hair and inadvertently knocking it with my elbow. I’m not entirely sure why I thought this would be better than just being plain offended and blatantly and unmistakeably so, because gym shenanigans are just not cool. Anyone could come in and we’d both be in deep shit; it’s a public place, and this is not what it was intended for. And hey, let us be honest here – it’s a little sordid, after all.
But I didn’t take the high road. I was getting hard myself, albeit half-hidden behind the doors, but I met his eyes and he grinned again encouragingly, and then I quite blatantly let my gaze fall down to where the show was happening.
He peeped out of his shower towards the entrance to the shower area, presumably to make sure nobody else was coming in. The two members of the SOFC who were present were still stoically sitting in the steam-room, like it was the Steam-room World Championships or something, and it was just us two getting wet.
I’ve never seen a real live erection before, Diary, apart from my own, which I’ll tell you I was looking at at the time this was all happening in the shower across the way. Even the pic of Al’s which he texted me by accident is just a picture, but this was it – a real stiffy, attached to a real person standing in front of me. It was uncut (no surprise, I suppose, since it’s uncut flaccid) and fairly thick, and he’s less of a grower than a show-er, so only about as long as my own 6-inches-and-change even though he has a fair amount there when it’s all down and unexcited. And he has been in there with a razor big time. Nothing on the bag, and just a few millimetres long up top with a decent treasure trail still intact up to his bellybutton, which as it happens is an innie. Thinking back, there are no tan-lines there, either.
The coast was clear, and he sort-of picked up his pace. I’m not sure what to do in these situations. I was half-keen to join in, but at the same time I wasn’t, you know? It’s a line I’m not sure I want to cross, being That Guy at the gym. So I didn’t. But I’m not sure if, while watching the show, I’m supposed to be an idle onlooker, or a more enthusiastic one, or whether I’m supposed to keep on showering while watching so that if someone does come in it doesn’t seem like anything untoward is happening. How must I know? I’m really new to all this!
I could tell that my lack of joining in was causing his interest to wane and it looked like he was going to stop, so I grinned back nervously and made it even more obvious that I was watching. I could tell that he wanted a little more involvement from me, and I realised it was kinda now or never if I wanted to watch till the end. So – and I’m not proud of this – I kinda nailed my colours to the wall at this point. I was sort-of halfway out of sight, seeing as my doors were only slightly open, but I turned and positioned myself between in such a way that… well, let’s just say that at long last I’m not the only one who has seen myself at full mast. I feel kinda dirty about that, because it turns out the stories about What Those Filthy Homos Get Up To in the Gym Shower that the pearl-clutching knee-jerk conservatives are always up in arms about are actually true, and I’m apparently one of them now and also actively enabling the rest.
I’m not going to lie – I enjoyed the show. I offered plenty of encouraging grins and other facial expressions and everything throughout the proceedings, and I’ll admit I was aching for release of my own when he finally unloaded a goodly volume of material onto the sides of the cubicle.
And then came the awkward afterglow. I didn’t quite know where to look, and I carried on washing my hair and whatever while he cleaned up, and waited for my own boner to dissipate. I’m proud to say I still didn’t take matters in hand, even after he finished up and went to get dressed. I’ll admit I wasn’t entirely sure if I wanted him to be there when I went to get dressed or if I’d hoped he would be gone; as it was, he was gone.
Needless to say, the bit of me-time I finally managed to take as soon as I got home, since the family were out and about, was spectacular; proper 5-star stuff, and quite a lot of it, too. I will perhaps admit that I am looking quite forward to reliving this afternoon’s entertainment and enjoying some more me-time when I head off to bed a little later.
And so that’s a wrap – my first homo experience. This does count as one, right? Not quite the losing of a virginity or anything quite that landmark, I suspect, but a fairly solid, if sordid, start.
Back to varsity tomorrow.
-C
Craiger
JUB Addict
Lord be praised.....C has finally broken the mold and become "one of those people." And, Marcus, "thanks for the memory." Sordid it may be, but he will have myriads of me-time to enjoy those memories.
Craiger
Craiger
Bravo! 
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blackbeltninja
Guest
Thursday 18 July 2008
Things I like: not doing maths
**
Christ, three days into the new semester and I reckon I am going to fail Stats. I thought maths was crap, but this is a whole ‘nother thing.
Help!
-C
Things I like: not doing maths
**
Christ, three days into the new semester and I reckon I am going to fail Stats. I thought maths was crap, but this is a whole ‘nother thing.
Help!
-C