This is my seventh letter describing my expanding awareness from a naive man with a desire to suck a cock to a man willing to explore. (M+M, oral, anal)
In my first letter "Costume in a Costume" I describe how I dressed as a girl in a Halloween costume to trick unsuspecting men into letting me give them my first blow job.
In my second letter "Gloryhole Illustration" I describe how I accidentally discovered a glory hole and learned what they are used for.
In my third titled "Steely" I discover that there is a whole underground of men cruising for sex.
In my fourth letter "Zebulon" I tell you about a visit to an adult bookstore expecting to suck cock but getting more than I bargained for.
In "Sissy" I let a domineering man dress me in ladies underwear for his, and others, amusements.
In "Buddy" I found what I was looking for without looking.
In this letter I wonder if I can find another Buddy:
Observing my attraction to men with well-built physiques I became determined to improve my own body which had been neglected for too long. I was by no means out of shape, I just wasn't muscular and hunky. With my sexual drive fulfilled I developed a vast reservoir of intellectual and physical resources freed to devote to productive purposes instead of an empty pursuit of fruitless sex. I work harder, play harder, and live life more fully. I have been visiting the health club regularly now instead of just paying for the membership.
Sometimes Tom and I go together but I am fine with going alone when it's my scheduled workout day.
This story takes place about a month ago. I was at the health club working out. Between sets I played the people watching game. I would look at the women and evaluate how pretty they were, how much would I like to sleep with them, what, specifically, would I like to do with them, what was perfect about them and what could be better.
Freed of my stereotypes of gayness too, I evaluated the men as well. There were always more men at the gym than women and there were always a couple of men I wouldn't mind draining of their cum given the chance. People watching was easy and fun. Sometimes I might get caught ogling one of the girls but I was always careful not to get caught checking out the men. After all, I didn't want to get clocked in the parking lot.
I finished a strenuous set and was feeling pumped and tired. Packing up my sweat-towel I went to the locker room to hit the showers and sauna as usual. The locker room is one of the best places for people watching for the obvious reason that the people are nude. Years ago I would check out the men's dicks with a solely comparative analysis of how mine stacked up to theirs. Now that I have eaten about thirty dicks, when I look, I always have images of myself kneeling before them. However, I have no compulsion to serve them as I once did. If I want to suck a cock I just call my suckbuddy, Tom, who has got an outstanding specimen. If I had a need for another cock I would just go to the gloryhole which I haven't visited in almost a year.
My self-created pictures of me kneeling in front of a beautiful penis are just a fleeting mental indulgence, nothing more.
On that particular day there were a couple of attractive men in the showers. I soaped my balls lovingly, daydreaming briefly, about Tom's balls or the guy's in the shower stall across from me.