Jumped again
Monday, February 6th, 2006
After a long pause, the Jumper has returned to my gym and there has been another encounter. I am going to keep the complete details to myself under my blanket policy of not kissing and telling*, or at least not telling identifying details. In this case it very important to not limit the kissing potential since this boy can REALLY kiss.
My cardio buddy, Dingo, had just shot through when I spotted the Jumper on the gym floor. Based on his previous comments about wanting to keep me in the realm of mindless fantasy, I expected him to not acknowledge me but he made eye contact and winked at me.
Now some people can’t carry off a wink. It just comes out dumb and awkward. The Jumper however is not one of these people. There is something confidant and sexual about him, so the wink got a twitch out of my crotchital region and added some extra ooomph to my workout. There is something about knowing someone turned on by you is watching that makes one train harder. Or at least it does for me.
As I said last time, he isn’t the biggest boy in the gym and he is carrying a few extra pounds, but then aren’t we all. He is handsome in a blond and cute sort of way but he has a direct and passionate stare that makes him really appealing. It’s that old thing about confidence without arrogance being sexy.
We ended up in the change room at the same time, no surprise there, and with what I will admit was some for thought on my part I selected the cubical at the far end of the row. Again, no surprise that he chose the one opposite me. What did come as a bit of a surprise though was when the other cubicles emptied, he invited himself, along with a raging erection barely covered by his towel, across into my stall where he proceeded, in signature fashion, to kiss the living daylights out of me.
I have to say that on general principals, I am not a pick up in the showers kind of guy. I get the fantasy value, but to me it’s tacky and the guys involved tend to be either not my type (i.e. ugly) or chronically creepy or both. I am sorry, furtive is just not hot.
Also, the sex in public places thing is not my bag. Shocked as I am sure anyone will be who knows me, or for that matter has ever even heard of me, when it comes to sex at least I don’t need to show off.
I did my best for one boyfriend who really got off on it, but frankly he was pretty self propelled on that kink. He was perfectly happy to go off on a solo round of golf and on a secluded fairway strip, shove a gold club (handle) up his arse and beat off, all the while reveling in the delicious possibility of getting caught.
I tell you, it’s always the quiet ones.
Back to my story. So there I am, naked in the shower, having my ability to stand robbed from me by this boy who has a tongue made of warm, electrically charged velvet. After whatever eternity that lasted he pulls back, gives me that mischievous smile of his and says "good to see you again". Then he walks out leaving me to deal with me screaming erection.
After lowering the dam levels running cold water, I went out and changed. He and I talked a bit, he apologized for the "don’t talk thing", I told him that was ok. I told him I figured he had a boyfriend (he does). It turns out he is not only sexy, but interesting.
With all this chatting we ended up walking out together and catching the lift. This time unfortunately three other people got in so I figured there would be no more kissing for now.
Wrong!
We got into the lift so we were at the back. The other folks were in front with their backs to us. Again with that wonderful smile he turns to me and completely silently kisses me.
Now I see the point of the hand rails.
So it would seem my luck is changing, even if I don’t want it to. Apparently Eros is tired of waiting out my sexless sulk and has sent his incubi out to find me. I am still sticking to my story of never having sex again, but I am prepared to concede that something or someone is conspiring against that plan.
So what is the moral of this little story, apart from me shamelessly bragging? I guess it is that I have found something interesting and new about myself. After decades of being attracted by the shy, quiet types who turn out to have golf clubs rammed up their arses, literally as well as figuratively, I think I am coming to terms with the fact that loud, confidant and strong guys are hot.
Given they seem prepared to make an effort to let me know they are interested, probably much better for me.
*my blanket policy on not kissing and telling is that I don’t tell identifying details 'cause I like the kissing too much
