Not a match #1

I was cruised hardcore by two separate guys at the gym last night. One on the weights floor, and one in the locker room. The former was a hot muscled-up dude who started talking to me while resting between sets. That never happens because I normally wear my iPod, do my thing and leave. But last night I forgot the iPod armband, and my shorts didn't have a pocket, so I went without it. Such a different workout when you're not distracted by your music. Not better or worse, I was just more aware of my surroundings. Maybe I appeared open to a come-on? Who knows. This dude was pretty cute. We talked about superfluous bullshit...art, cars, the beach (we both go out to East Hampton, which impressed him since I'm only in my 20s).

After a couple minutes of chatter, I started to leave because I had dinner plans and wanted a swim beforehand, thus knew there wasn't time to get a quick blowjob in the bathroom, which is what I've done in the past. He followed me to the locker room, and gave me his email address and phone number. As I was changing into my speedo (and still talking to him), I was being cruised by a hot, tall, lean, ript-up jock, with a 6-pack and such an incredible bubble butt. As much as I wanted to munch on it, I HAD to get in the pool. So I said bye to the dude from the lifting floor, nodded to the hottie in the locker room, and journeyed to the pool.

After a great swim (2500 in 30 minutes), I returned to the locker room, and the the 6-pack with bubble butt was there again. And once again he was cruising me hard as I changed then walked in to take a shower. On my way in I grabbed an extra towel, so he knew I was going to hit the steam/sauna. Lo and behold, he was in there right after me. It was too crowded, and I had to meet my friend, so I left to get changed. He followed. Back at the lockers he asked, "Good swim?" I said "Yes." He then said, "you're fucking hot," to which I replied, "I want that ass." He gave me his phone and said, "put your number in, and we'll rock." I did.

After dinner there was an SMS from who I thought was 6-pack-bubble-butt that said, "2nite?" I wrote back, "yes. my place if you can b there in 20 - address." I'm impatient. Hate waiting. I have a 5-block radius rule for hooking, otherwise, I'd be up all night banging guy after guy (which I often end up doing). He responded "see you then."

He got there right on time. Walked in, and it WASN'T him! FUCK! It some other dude who I didn't recognize from Adam, and he was so NOT cute. Not even enough for a blow job. My cock has a mind of his own, so when he's not into it, he's NOT into it. I told him I was really sorry, gave the famous, "it's not a match," and closed the door. Hate that.

By this time it was pretty late, and I had an early morning meeting and conference call today, so decided to rub out a load and go to sleep.