I sent out some wrong messages and got fucked at a 24 Hour Fitness. I say `wrong messages,' but I'm left wondering if I subconsciously intended to send those messages. In other words whether they were wrong or right. I guess that's why I'm exploring this here.
See, it wasn't the first time I got fucked, but it devastated my newfound manhood, rekindled after having lost it the first time with an episode in college. That affair is described in another story at Nifty called Fucked by the Man of the House
[http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/college/fucked-by-the-man-of-the-house/ ].
Since then, I was successfully suppressing my homosexual desires. My name is Brian, and I consider myself bisexual, but I struggle with the homosexual side. The first time I GOT fucked, I had just started fucking my girlfriend Vicki. Fucking Vicki, I was feeling virile, but then I started getting turned on by the virility of my roommate's boyfriend, a guy named Robert who could see right through me, and he was very experienced manipulating what he perceived in others into his sexual conquests of both men and women. Robert fucked me for my first time. The incident occurred over a period of a week or two. I should say incidents because I started with blowjobs, then got fucked several times, going from closeted denial to craving his cock, ultimately riding it and fucking myself with it. But then suddenly he was gone.
Vicki and I resumed our relationship, and I once again buried the homosexual bottom inside me. I found that if my confidence is up, and I let myself go a few days, in other words no jacking off, I become a dominant heterosexual. I'll admit that the fact that I have to set myself up like that means the homosexual urge is stronger. But the best sex I've ever had was when I was getting Vicki pregnant. We married right after college and quickly decided to have kids. When you're fucking to produce life it's erotic as hell. The woman's fertility and the man's virility are worshipped in different cultures, the womb, the phallus, and I can see why. Fucking to produce life is all about sperm release and ovulation, potency and fertility, fucking as often as you can when the cycle comes around. I shoot X's and Y's, so at 24 I am already a proud dad of a girl and boy. They're only a year apart in age, which means I'm potent. And that feeds my narcissism.
I'm discovering, ironically, that it's narcissism that makes me want to bottom. I have a beautiful body, a swimmer's build, svelt, tight assed, and usually tanned. I don't have much in the cock department, which sometimes sends me into sexual confidence struggles. But I'm toned. I have a defined six pack, but I don't have skin stretched tight like a work-out freak. I eat just enough ice-cream to make my skin glow soft, illuminating that I indulge in a little hedonism. I've strengthened my lower back enough that it pulls my ass up into a pert little upturned butt. There's a thin line between being proud of oneself and desiring oneself. It's weird to say, but I would fuck myself if I could. That's why I am attracted to guys with similar builds. The idea that someone with my build wants to fuck me sends me over the top. My gay friends tell me that ironically a bottom has all the power in sex. They decide if the fuck goes forward or not by spreading their legs or not, or offering their ass upturned or not. Not me. If I'm seduced by someone with my build, who's psychologically and sexually dominant, I surrender. I bend over. Robert was like that, and I more than surrendered.
But the key word is seduced. Robert made me realize that, though I suppress the desire, and whether I'm aware of it or not, I'm often looking to have my little upturned butt fucked. That's why I'm wondering what happened at the 24 Fitness. Was I looking for it? Robert made me want it before he fucked me. Unfortunately the guys who fucked me at the 24 Fitness did not, nor were they my build like Robert. They were weight lifters. They weren't gross like Mr. Universe, or large like football players with as much bulk as muscle. They were just strong, but I'm not into strong. Which is to say that I didn't want to get fucked...well, at least not at first. Which is to say I wasn't seduced. Which is to say that I wasn't looking to get fucked.
Or was I? Maybe I was looking for it, sending out these messages like I often do, and just didn't like at first what I attracted. Once the fucking started, I wanted it, BAD. I think I wanted it when I walked into the place, and took it from the ones I attracted even if they weren't exactly my type. What messages DID I send, and WHY? I'm forcing myself to be honest here. The guys were watching me at times while I worked out. I caught their glances, and it thrilled me. Again, me as an object of desire thrills me. Did I lead them on? The thrill of their glances gave me boners at times. Were they noticeable in my tight shorts? If so, I suppose that was one of my wrong messages. But did that mean that I wanted them to actually fuck me? Was I sending out other messages?
I'm not a gym rat or into weightlifting or weightlifters, so I guess I should explain why I was in a 24 Fitness in the first place. Once I finished college, I no longer had access to a swimming pool and many of the 24 Fitnesses have pools. The YMCAs have pools and gym facilities, but they're more community and family rather than workout oriented. And thanks to the Village People, everyone knows it's fun to live at the YMCA. I didn't want to cruise or get cruised by gay guys. I was trying to keep that part of me down. For some reason, I didn't think a 24 Fitness would have that problem, which is why I didn't expect what happened to me.
So mostly I just swim, then hit the locker room...I got fucked in the locker room. Well, at least a part of the locker room. So before I recount the event I should explain something. 24 Fitnesses are nationwide, and work takes me to new ones all the time. The locker rooms and showers are all different, and it can be a bit disorienting. Some have a shower room with multiple shower heads, you know, like high school. Some have shower grottos, at least somewhat private. The nicer ones have shower stalls. Most of the 24 Fitnesses have sauna, steam room and spa. These are usually co- ed on the pool deck. The nicer ones also have these facilities in the locker room. The locker rooms are always busy, a mix of twenty- somethings, middle and old ages, thus not a place you would expect to be cruised.
Well, what happened? After working late on the road, I decided to work out. I was thus in an unfamiliar 24 Fitness late. The locker room was busy when I went to change into my suit. I know the locker room etiquette--be private and respect others privacy--but sometimes it can be a bit difficult. 24 Fitnesses are into mirrors in the workout areas, and that philosophy often spills into the locker room. I'm proud of my body, enough to strip completely nude before putting on my suit or workout shorts. Do I intend to send a message when I do that? Not to anyone specifically, but I'll indulge someone's fantasy to entice mine. It's also part of the bravado, the checking each other out reminiscent of high school. But what I didn't know was that I was broadcasting in a set of mirrors. When I looked to my left, a mirror was reflecting a mirror reflecting my backside ... and a guy staring at it who couldn't tell that he was "busted." I quickly put my suit on because I started getting a boner, but bending over and lifting each leg turned my ass up in his direction. Another "unintentional" message? A speedo doesn't cover much, and the guy must have noticed I left the room a little larger.
While swimming and focusing on the sub-marine, you don't really notice your surroundings above the surface. I stopped for a breather between medleys when I first noticed the guy working out on the weight machines. Another couple of medleys later, he and another guy were looking through the window between the weight-room and the pool. I was the only one in the pool area! They were watching ME! When I finished my swim and climbed up onto the pool deck, they really took notice. A speedo doesn't leave too much to the imagination, especially when wet, and I could tell I was being sized up. I left the pool for the locker room quickly, but I'm sure they noticed that my size was increasing. In the locker room, I took a stall in the bathroom to regain composure and lose my erection. Then I went to change, deciding to do some strengthening exercises.
The locker room was busy, but as I stripped off my swim-suit and changed into workout shorts, I noticed this Asian guy kept finding vantage points to watch me. First stealing glances at the end of my locker row, then acting like he was shaving in the mirror at a nearby sink, but really staring at my reflection in it. I could tell he was a bottom by the way he melted whenever he looked at me, especially when he got a front-on view of my chest. I could relate to his bottom desires, but I was a hell of a lot better at hiding it. I've not topped yet, but a new desire was growing in me as I thought about fucking this guy, giving him what HE wanted. Instead I just showed it off a little more, deliberately taking my time.
I left the locker room and began sit-ups, pushups, and leg-lifts on the floor mat area. The weightlifting area was nearby, but I did not notice the guys that had been scoping me in the pool. So I felt safe to enter the area with the work-out machines to do some back-lifts. There's a machine there I call the back-bar. You bend over this bar at your waist, face down with your ankles in stirrups to lock you in position, then you free-lift your torso using your back. It's a great back strengthening exercise perfect for conditioning the butterfly swimming stroke.
But bent over a bar with head and ankles lower than your butt is a very submissive position. Talk about offering your upturned ass! And leave it to 24 Fitness's infatuation with mirrors to broadcast my ass all over the exercise room. At first I didn't notice anyone, but then I caught the same two guys watching me in the pool now staring at my ass in the mirror. Not me, my ass. Then there was a third guy with them, and eventually all three were watching. I started enjoying the attention, and the fantasy of getting fucked right then and there.
When I finished my exercises, I returned to the floor mats to do some stretching. Eventually I was alone in the room, relieved to have privacy. When I finished, I gathered up to go to the locker room and hit the shower. When I entered, the locker room was empty and no showers were running. It felt strangely quiet, but it was now very late, the whole facility was thinned out, so I wasn't too surprised at being alone.
Though a little uncomfortable, being alone also made me feel carefree about privacy. I don't normally use a towel anyway. As a t-shirt and jeans type, I don't mind putting my clothes on wet after a shower. But I don't like to get my clothes wet, so I usually strip nude and walk to the showers. Am I sending messages?
I don't think so. Enough guys, especially older guys, walk around nude, so it's not too unusual. And now I had the room to myself, so I stripped nude and walked to the showers. I soon discovered that this was one of the nicer facilities, with a hallway of private shower stalls on each side. I also noticed a glass door on the left at the end of the hall. I couldn't see in, but the wall at the dead-end of the hall had a sign that said "Spa" with an arrow pointing through the door. Perfect! Nothing better to relax the muscles after a workout. I had my choice, so I took the shower stall at the end of the hall to quickly rinse my sweat off, then left it to go to the spa.
If a spa is in the locker room, I feel free to use it nude. I'm not alone in that, and I thought that night it wouldn't matter anyway because I had it to myself. The glass door to the spa room was steamed up, so I couldn't see inside before opening the door. As I opened the door and walked in, I was surprised to see the three guys from the weight-room already in the spa. Normally if the other occupants are nude too, it doesn't phase me and I just settle in. But they weren't nude, they were wearing board shorts. Along with my surprise, it added up to some hesitation on my part, at first turning to leave, then gaining the confidence to ignore their prudishness and feel comfortable in my nudity. I soon found myself walking to the steps around on the other side, turning around to descend the steps into the hot water, and taking my time to get used to the rising levels of burning on my skin as I submerged, eventually enough to sit on the seat. My nude body had been on full display to each of them from all directions, my chest, tits, torso and cock as I entered the room, my profile as I turned walking around the edge, adding the curvature of my ass to the parade, then my backside displaying my upturned butt until I completed the U-turn and descended the steps into the water. All three of them were now between me and the door, and that's when I first had the unsettling feeling of the vulnerability of being nude, the power differential with them being semi-dressed. They seemed uncomfortable to be sharing the spa with someone nude, and turned their eyes away to register it. I thought that would be it, the affront over, now starts the ignoring, the go along to get along. But they wanted more to get along:
"What are you looking for?" one of them said. The ringleader.
I call him that because I never learned his name, and I only learned the others' first names by his directions to them during the whole incident, and only in passing. I was confused by his question and gave him an equally confused look. I was also surprised that the etiquette of silence had been broken.
"I'm sorry?" I finally responded the implication that I didn't hear.
"What are you looking for?" he asked again.
"I don't know what you mean." I responded more honestly, now feeling unsettled.
"Let me put it another way. What are you offering?" he asked.
"I don't know what you mean. I'm not offering anything." I answered, still unaware where this was going.
"You come into this hot tub nude with three men in it and you're not offering anything?" he asked sounding incredulous.
I now knew where his questioning was leading. It unsettled me enough to be silent, at least long enough that he gained the upper hand in the exchange, resuming his questioning.
"What are you looking for? Aren't you looking for some cock?" he asked.
"No." I said, scared enough not to be convincing.
"Sounds unsure to me. What I really want to know is what you're offering..." he said.
"...I'm not offering anything..." I tried to interrupt, but he continued.
"...Are you offering just a blowjob, or can I fuck that cute butt of yours?"
Now feeling really scared I began sliding down the seat toward the stairs, but he was sliding with me. And through the bubbling water I didn't see his arm approaching me. I suddenly felt a strong grip around my wrist, pulling me back to him.
"Have you ever been buttfucked? Hm? Ever been buttfucked? Something tells me you've been buttfucked before."
"No." I lied.
"No? You've never been buttfucked? That speedo tan line gives off a flash of that upturned butt like a white-tailed deer. I would think with an ass display like that you would have had some serious cock up your butt by now."
"No." I lied again.
"Would you like to get buttfucked? Hm?" My silence egged him on, "You've been giving us an ass invitation all evening. Would you like to get buttfucked right now?"
"No." I said, trailing off and raising the end as if a question, "don't you believe me?" a response not as firm as the grip around my arm, now turning into a hug around my shoulders.
"That sounded unsure. Sounded almost like asking. How about if I buttfuck you right now so you can admit that you want it?"
"No...oh" I said, the ending "oh" trailing down as if a child's complaint against what was now inevitable.
"Yeh ... ess," he responded, the ending "ess" trailing down in mimicry, a parent's firm reply, "I think the way you advertise that ass you really want that butt fucked." Then pulling me in, my shoulder blades were against his chest, "Why don't you sit on my lap here and we can discuss how we can get that ass of yours fucked." Soon he had just one arm around my chest pressing my back into his chest. I could tell that he was loosening the draw of his board shorts with the other hand. When he lifted his butt off the seat to get his shorts out from under his ass, his cock in front was already exposed through an open fly and made contact with one of my butt-cheeks. I knew that if I didn't move now, I was going to get fucked. I squirmed to get away, and that's when I felt his strength. There was absolutely no way I was going to be able to move. Suddenly all those erotic feelings of being dominated returned to me. I was never turned on by "strong" before, but suddenly the complete dominance of his strength made me surge with lust.
Before I knew it, his cock was lined up against my asshole. I expected that I was going to be bent over and fucked, and that I was thus going to have more time to prepare. I held a sit-up as long as I could to raise my butt off of his cock, my back pinned to his chest, but when I could no longer hold it, my ass settled onto his cock. The initial penetration surprised me right on the spot. As he sat me on his lap, his cock opened my ring and entered my asshole. I yelped a little in pain, a little in surprise, but he pushed me down. The water of the tub allowed the cock to easily slide in. The only initial resistance to the fuck was the opening of my insides, accomplished quickly with nothing but groans of discomfort from me. I was soon impaled balls deep on his cock. He wasted no time and started bouncing me off his lap to start the fuck. After more than two years, I was getting fucked again. Another cock, only my second, was exploring my rectum for a place to leave its sperm.
"That was too easy for a virgin. Now I know you've been buttfucked before."
Robert must have really opened me up the first time for him to notice. Then one of his thrusts hit my prostate and I moaned pleasure.
"Aha. Not only buttfucked, but enjoyed it too." A couple more bounces drew more moans of pleasure from me. "And you're enjoying it now...Danny, go watch the door. That basketball game is going to let out upstairs and I don't want to be interrupted while I fuck this pussy."
Soon he rolled to his side with his cock still inserted, rotating me and setting my knees on the seat. He pulled out as he first pushed my chest down on the spa deck, grabbed my hips to raise my ass, and then stood in the water behind me. As he lined up, we heard from his friend still in the tub sitting next to us:
"Push it in and fuck that boy!"
He reinserted, drawing another yelp from me, then took a firm grasp of my hips and went to town, pulling me toward him each time he thrust in, and pushing me forward as he withdrew.
"Pussies who take cock up their ass this easily are usually great cocksuckers too. Jason, do want some head?"
Jason's answered only by moving into position. I was pulled back as Jason took his seat on the spa deck, legs spread around my head.
The ringleader pulled my hair to pull my head up, forcing me to watch Jason undo his board-shorts and pull his cock out. I once again had another cock-offering at my face, the first in two years.
"Kiss my cock with those pretty lips," Jason said as I felt the hand in my hair push my head onto it, my reply a wet kiss on his cock. "Give it a lick too."
As I was kissing and licking his cock, my ass started getting pounded. I WANTED it, BAD, and started pushing back.
"Open." Jason said bluntly, to the point. I wanted Jason's cock too and readily complied. I had only been fucked while sucking cock once before, with Robert and his friend Joe. It was the complete surrendering of my manhood then, and it quickly became so again: slurping, sucking, moaning, all while having my ass cheeks rammed to the point of bruising and lifted and spread with a slapping sound, all while feeling my insides open with each thrust, my sphincter offering no more resistance to the invading cock.
When I looked up, I first realized that I was in a typical 24 Fitness house-of-mirrors. I could see my face sucking cock, lips atop, tongue out below, and my ass getting pounded from behind. Jason came first, and soon the scene included cum on my lips and running down my chin as I tasted and swallowed Jason's load. He pulled out and wiped the cock on my cheeks before raising his board shorts up and retiring to the showers. With the pounding continuing from behind, I looked at my face smeared in cum, the cum on my lips and tongue, and the remaining cum in my mouth. I said to the reflection, "You are a slut," as the thrusts from behind stalled with each penetration, my butt now fucked, filling with cum.
When he was finished, he pulled out and gave my ass a stinging swat, "That ass finally got what it needed. Thanks for spreading it. You're a great fuck." He pulled on his board shorts then left for the shower leaving me alone in the room.
Once again, I had to deal with the aftermath of having been fucked.
My hole was open and dripping cum. I regained enough composure to get up and walk to the door, bent over, ass aching, opened it and made sure the hallway was empty before grabbing an empty shower stall. I knew the other running showers were the guys washing me off their cocks while I was trying to rinse their cum out of my ass.
Just then, my shower door opened. It was Danny, the one who had guarded the door. He having been left out of the action, I thought I knew what he wanted as he walked up to me, but I was surprised when he grabbed the sides of my head and pulled me in, his face in my face. I pulled back to resist as he pulled me in, but released the tension with the surprise of his kiss on my lips. I had never been kissed by a guy, let alone a passionate kiss as his tongue found mine. I never knew it could be such a turn-on. I started getting hard.
"You're beautiful!" he said to me. Then he started down my neck, found my tits as he crossed my chest and sucked. His hand grabbed my cock and started stroking it. "You have the skin of a teenager!" His sucking went lower, abdomen, pubic area, and soon he was on the end of my cock. I had never had my cock sucked by a guy before, and it's true what they say: a guy's better at it knowing what it's like to have a cock. The steam of the shower filled the stall as I was building for my own release this time. As a weightlifter, he was not my type, but he was gay with his desires for me, and that was completely new to me. Robert was not like that. Robert was just out to fuck anything that moved. To him, a hole was a hole. He loved the conquest, but he didn't even consider what he was doing as gay. It was only gay if you took it up the ass. I got the sense that my most recent fuck was the same, given his disinterest in anything but my "butt" and his control of it, making sure it was going to be "buttfucked" before I left. I got the sense that my most recent suck was just trying to relieve himself of an itch. But now this guy was sucking my cock with abandon, and soon took my load.
He stood up and I looked into his eyes. I knew that he now wanted his release, and thinking we were on equal terms, I started lowering myself on him to give him a blowjob. I was startled when he grabbed my armpits and pulled me back up to standing.
"eh ah. Turn around and bend over. I'm fucking that ass."
I was surprised with the realization that he was a dominant top after all. I had never been fucked twice in a row before, and I didn't think I could take it, at least not now. I gave him a look of reluctance, but he soon had my arm and was pulling me around. Put your hands on the wall and bend over. When I less than complied, he slapped my ass. I quickly complied to prevent more stings, but now bending over only gave him more target to slap.
"The other guys liked your ass white. I like the butts I fuck to be red." He slapped my ass again, then inserted and started fucking. Already opened, I didn't offer any resistance or feel any pain, other than his stinging swats every four or five thrusts, usually preceded with, "That's it butt boy. Take it bitch." It didn't take him long and I was once again fucked. For the first time in my life, I had two different sperm loads up my ass. When he pulled out, he pulled me around into a kiss again. An ass- slapping top can be passionate?
He left the shower head and went into the changing section, wrapping a towel around himself and reaching into his gym bag. He handed me a piece of paper.
"My phone number. Call me." He pulled me into another kiss.
"I can't. I'm married."
When I saw his surprise, I added to it, "Two kids."
"You're shittin' me. A bottom slut like you?" He smiled. "Call me when you need to bottom again."
He left as I folded the paper into my wet hand. It wasn't until I heard the sounds of a bunch of basketball players hitting the showers that I realized that I was completely nude in a locker room with a red-slapped butt. My hole was open, bruised and leaking cum, and I was walking bent over from having been fucked. But I had to get out of there, hoping no one would notice.
I'm sure at least several, if not most in that locker room could tell I had just been fucked. I caught stares, some smiles and pointing as I crossed the room and got dressed. The ones who had fucked me were long since gone, so I'm sure they were left wondering who had fucked me, maybe even suspecting some of their teammates already in the showers. As I left the locker room in shame, I looked at the paper in my hand and decided to keep it. Not since Robert did I have a chance to get fucked without having to cruise for it. The bottom genie in me was released once again, and I knew that I would have to have my butt fucked again soon. Now married and a father, the more secretive the better.