This is a true story. First time to submit a nifty story so I am pretty excited about it.
I am a gay man who is married to a woman. Needless to say I always have a crave for gay sex. I sometimes visit gay saunas to get my rocks off. I am an Asian, close to 6 feet, in my 40s but look 30s, and I have a slim figure. I do yoga, swim, and sometimes play tennis. Every Tuesday I try to go to work early, so that I can get off from work early. If I can leave work at 4pm, I would have time for a swim in a sports centre in the neighbourhood before the yoga class. If I leave work late and get stuck in traffic, I can only go to yoga class.
On a Tuesday two weeks ago I left work late. Usually when I left work this late I would just go for yoga. But that night it was different. I felt like going for a swim instead of yoga, and then joining a group of friends for dinner, which was planned a month ago. As there was plenty of time before the dinner, I took my time and swam for a while. After the swim I hit for a shower. In this sports center there are two separate men's changing rooms. In one changing room there are open showers, while in another there are cubicles without doors. Gay men like to choose the latter, as it is a more discreet environment. After the shower I was drying myself, bare naked, with a towel at the lockers, when Mr. A came in. He was a Caucasian, in his 40's, a bit shorter than me, with a muscular body, and a pair of glasses which gave him a professional look. He was in some kind of sports as he was in his sport wear and he was sweating. I looked up, and we locked in our gaze for a mini second. Instantly the gaydar between us was engaged, and I could see an expression of interest on his face. He then proceeded to the urinals, which were behind a wall. I noticed that he was at the urinal for an unusually long time. I was tempted to join him at the urinals but as I forgot to bring my thong, I did not want to walk bare foot to the urinals. After he finished the business, he proceeded to the sinks. Again it took him unusually long to wash his hands. Picking up the courage, I walked to the sinks – naked. He was washing his hands, and I washed my face. When I was washing my face, I could see that he was rubbing his crotch lightly through the sport trunks he was wearing. On one hand I was quite sure that he wanted to know me. On the other hand I did not know what to do next to get to know him. Not knowing what to do, I moved back to the lockers and continued to dry myself.
When I was drying myself, I planned to strike a conversation with Mr. A when he came back to the locker area. At that moment there was another man finishing his dressing up, and so much did I hope that he would leave very soon so that Mr. A and I could be alone in the changing room. Finally the third man left. Mr. A then left the sinks, and came into the locker area. My heart was pounding, and I was excited that finally we had a chance to introduce ourselves. Things would not be always that smooth in the real world. Someone opened the door of the changing room, and came in Mr. A's squash mate. Mr. A then exchanged a few words with his squash mate, while he kept stealing glance at my naked body. Mr. A's mate was about to change for squash, and so there would not be any chance that Mr. A and I would be alone in the changing room. Unwillingly Mr. A left. I was so disappointed. I had a conversation with Mr. A's mate, and found out that they were a gay squash club, playing every Tuesday night.
After changing I went over to the squash courts and found Mr. A playing in one of the courts. I found a place where I could watch the actions in 2 courts, so that it would not be too obvious that I was only watching Mr. A. Mr. A was a good squash player. He could keep the ball close to the walls, and he could hit the ball hard. Since Mr. A found that I was outside watching, he on and off would look into my direction. One time our gaze even locked – again only for a mini second. I could not wait for Mr. A to finish his game as I had a dinner to go to. Bad luck, I thought.
The next Tuesday I went for a swim again. I hoped to meet Mr. A again, but I was not sure whether his club would play that night, as it was close to Christmas. My yoga group had closed for the year, and would not return until mid January next year. I thought of a way to find it out. I called up the sports centre and checked how many squash courts were available at 8pm. The answer was one only, so I thought there would be a very high chance that the gay squash club was playing that night. I so much looked forward to meeting Mr. A again that night.
I took my time to swim that night. No yoga class or dinner to go to. I finished swimming almost the time the gay squash club was to start and on my way to the changing room I could see the squash courts. I was glad to find that some players in the gay squash club were chitchatting outside the courts, and I found Mr. A was among them. After shower I went to the squash courts to see Mr. A play. Mr. A was playing well. Bang, bang, bang. When he looked outside the court he was surprised to find me, and he looked away. After the first glance he lost several points while not under pressure. Looked like he had lost his concentration. He yelled to himself out of frustration. On and off Mr. A would look into my direction, and sometimes he would look into my eyes. I watched Mr. A play for a little while, and then I wandered off to read a novel in the cafe area, where I could somehow checked the squash area.
When it came closer to 9pm the gay sports group seemed to start to thin out. Time to carry out my plan.
Part II coming soon.