The sun felt good on my face as I sat alone eating a salad for lunch.
I had started a new routine where I'd escape work during lunch hour for a quick workout, which then forced me to inhale some food with limited time.
Work and marriage were back on the dull conveyor belt, while admittedly my peripheral sensory remained on full offensive mode hoping to bump into my first one night stand, Adrian.
Months had gone by which helped dilute the feeling of no follow up by either of us, but I still was hoping for some serendipitous run-in to at least talk through this insanely intense experience.
I must have had at least ten times where the text was cued up and being typed to Adrian thanking him for the incredibly random and hot experience, but each time I flamed out.
Time had formed an assumption that this wasn't Adrian's first rodeo and he thoroughly enjoyed the trophy of taking my virgin body for a ride.
As I walked through the experience in detail, I truly concluded that he struck gold by finding someone like myself who was wanting to experiment without any commitment. Someone who was perfectly fine being someone's joy-ride.
More of my internal debate was the desire to allow for this ride again or not. I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't have raced over immediately with a text or call request.
Hell, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't already driven by his house to simply see if he was home or not.
My ego wasn't exactly happy about not hearing one peep, but I also continuously reminded myself that he could also be worried I was freaked out due to my marriage and a first-time gay experience, even though neither was a reality.
I also trusted my gut - if wanted it badly - I would have texted him.
I thoroughly enjoyed reminiscing about the experience, which led to some of my most memorable masturbation sessions.
I truly shocked myself for allowing Adrian to devour and penetrate my body so quickly, especially without any protection.
My ass was very uncomfortable days after, which drove me insane believing I had contracted an STD, but thankfully everything tested negative.
Just as I was settling back into life, my work threw me a curve ball by putting me on a new strategic account. This account was based in Hong Kong which dramatically hijacked my new workout schedule.
After a couple weeks of working around this new work schedule it had become obvious the only time to workout was going to be in the early mornings, which sucked.
My first 6am alarm clock buzzed and dragged myself into the gym.
Low and behold, within 5-minutes of running on a treadmill, I see Adrian walking into the gym.
My hat lowered while my eyes tracked him into the locker room. I was slightly tempted to go to the bathroom with hopes of running into him, but decided to let fate run its course and cranked up the speed.
30-minutes later and a shirt drenched in sweat, I ventured out into the weights area to get my lift on. After completing my first set of bench and putting the bar back on the rack, I see some hands come onto the bar from behind.
"Look at you!"
My eyes gazed upward while still lying down knowing exactly who it was.
I smiled looking up into his crotch, chest and face, as Adrian's body was inches above my face.
"Well look who it is," I mumbled with suspicious smile.
"You sure you remember my name?" he sarcastically smirked.
"Uh, are you sure you remember my name, mister thanks for the text," I countered with a reciprocated smirk.
"Would you believe me if I played the 'I got pulled into another big closing?" he shrugged apologetically as his smile widened.
Quickly trying to calculate how I was going to respond to this shallow, inauthentic, apologetic tone, I decided to swing my legs up to shift my body into sitting position and then popping up and standing to converse with Adrian.
I turned into his body with, "Honestly? I'm cool with whatever - it is what it is at this point, right? That was quite the one-night-stand. Truly - wham, bam and scram!"
He inched slithered closer with, "I mean do you even want to hear my side?"
"Of course, but please don't think I'm hating you for ghosting me. Truly. I'd be fine if you said, 'you were the best 5-minute fuck ever!" as I looked down on him with my own careless smile.
He laughed with, "Well obviously that body and ass of yours were delicious. But no matter I say here it appears you've moved on."
"I get it, and I'm cool", as my hand up to high-five him, "seriously."
"That's it? You're not mad?" his eyes shifted into a questioning look as we high-fived.
"No I'm not mad. I mean, was I hoping for a sequel after it had happened?" I cautiously admitted.
He interrupted quickly with, "Get out - for reals? You wanted more!!??"
"Well, yes - I mean, this was of course after I thought you gave me some filthy STD," I stopped and stared at him with my you're-busted look, "But that doesn't mean I wasn't ready to experiment again."
"I'm sorry but I fucking hate condoms. And I get tested frequently to make sure things are good," he said confidently with his sexy, smirk.
"Well, I guess there we have it - we've both moved on and we're good-to-go now," I purposely shifted away and laid back down on the bench to lift another set. I smiled up at him seeing if my tease worked with, "Hey can you spot me, Mr. Ripped?"
He shakes his head smiling, in a competitive tone, looks down and shifts his pelvis area outward, "Sure Morgan, let's see what kind of focus you got today?"
As he shifted above me, I could see the bulge in his shorts inflating inches above my head, which triggered some motivation to push the weight off the rack and successfully complete my set.
I flung myself back up, stood up and walked around to take off the plates. After I took off the first place, Adrian went over to help with the second plate.
We both were putting the plates back together when he whispers, "So you really want this again huh?"
"I so did not say that," I smiled and quietly answered while not looking at him focused on putting the plate back on the rack.
His voice raised with, "Did I not just hear you say, 'hoping for a sequel?"
"That news has molded my friend," my grin expanded while turning away from him.
Thankfully he couldn't see the mess my cock was making inside my shorts.
"Well shit - so I fucked up and missed the boat?" he hopped up next to me.
"All I'm saying is - today is a new day, Adrian. I mean, that was months ago, right?"
He nudges up close to me with, "So you really don't feel the crazy-ass electricity I'm feeling right now?"
I purposely ignored his question with, "It's steam time my friend - you going to even workout today?"
He laughed, "Oh so that's how you're going to play it, huh."
"What? I just wrapped up a good workout and now it's time to reward the body," I smiled back.
His posture adjusted and looked frustrated, even defeated, which I admittedly liked. I was enjoying being the one doing the torturing all of a sudden.
As I ventured toward steam room I saw him in my peripheral view following at a slower pace.
I accelerated into the locker room and quickly undressed to surprise Adrian as he entered the locker room.
My cock was full of renewed excitement as I proudly stood there as he walked in.
"Oh look at you," he exhaled as he approached me knowing there were many others in the nearby.
"Look at what?" I squinted and smiled back.
"You know what I want," he whispered into my ear.
I had to quickly wrap a towel around my body and tuck my cock up into the waist-area to avoid the obvious wardrobe malfunction.
I abruptly turned and ventured towards the steam room, quickly to see a number of men in the steam room.
As I situated on the upper bench, I intentionally left plenty of space for Adrian.
Minutes later I heard the door open with Adrian slowly moving through the thick steam to find me.
As he situated, I turned to my head for him to see me with, "Sir, can you please give me some space?"
He smiled back and put his hand on my thigh.
I pushed his hand off, waved my hand to go away and shifted away a few inches.
He scooted closer and approached my ear with a whisper, "No one can see us dork."
His hand made a second attempt on my thigh.
I quickly pushed him off again and shook my head to decline his attempts communicating it was too risky.
He nudged even closer to me and this time he audaciously grabbed my hard cock outside of the towel.
My body jolted with pleasure, but still wasn't budging.
I shifted away from him and forcefully moved his hand off me.
He slowly shifted his body back towards me and passionately whispered closely into my ear, "I can't help it."
I turned to him into his ear with, "Sorry, remember - our ship sailed," as I lightly slapped his thigh over his towel.
I was admittedly playing hard to get, but also knowing I was playing defense knowing I was fragile and could easily break if he got me going.
His persistence leaned against me, grabbed my hand on his thigh, weaved his hand into mine and whispered, "Please baby - there's so much electricity going on between us."
I firmly shook my head to decline, stood up and walked out of the steam. I showered, dressed and ventured to the parking garage - admittedly hoping he would follow.
