I never considered myself gay, but neither did I have that instinctive revulsion to it that most guys I know seemed to have. I just figured folks do what they like. And I liked girls. I had a few, nothing unusual, some blow jobs, normal old sex, and I got married and that was pretty much my sex life.
Then I was at the gym one day. I like to take a steam after I work out, so I was in the steamroom, really almost half asleep. The guy walked in, a little bigger than me, maybe 6'2', a little more muscular. And he sat down directly across from me. I didn't think anything about it at first, but then I realized he was starring straight at me. I looked back at first, figuring he'd knock it off, but he didn't, so I looked away. It was making me pretty uncomfortable. I thought I should just get up and walk out, but I didn't. And he kept starring, like he was trying to figure out something about me.
And then he got up, dropped his towel, walked over, grabbed my head and shoved his cock in my mouth. And I let him. Just like that. And he fucked my face for a couple minutes, blew his load in my mouth and walked out. I spit his load on the drain in the floor, waiting to leave the steam room because I wanted him to be gone when I went to dress. I couldn't figure out what the hell had happened. Also, I couldn't figure out why my cock was rock hard.
I didn't see him in the locker room. So I changed, and I walked out. But he was waiting by the door. Again, he didn't say anything. He just took my phone off my belt, popped it open, put the number in his own phone, and said "I'll call."
I thought about changing my number. I didn't.
Over the next few weeks, he called a few times. First, I went to his place. Then he came to mine. He used my mouth. He used my ass. And I let him.
Yesterday morning, he called and said he was horny. But he couldn't host yesterday, and neither could I. So he told me he wanted me to meet him at the Denmark – and adult book store on not far from the gym where we met. It has some booths in the back. I'd been there sometimes as a teenager, watched movie, jacked off. I told him the booths there were really cramped, and usually really dirty. He told me we weren't using the booths, he was going to do me right out in the hallway – and that I was going to do anyone else who wanted to use me, too. In fact, I was going to put the ad up on Craigslist so people would now to come.
This excited me. But it also scarred the shit out of me, frankly. But I put the ad up, and I showed up at 12:45 as scheduled. I had told people who responded to the ad what I would be wearing, and I gave them my stats. When I first got there, I didn't see the guy yet, but a couple of guys were definitely giving me the eye, and I knew they must be the ones from the ad. It felt very exciting and degrading to have them looking at me and knowing that I had volunteered to take all cummers in this skanky hole.