Russki

Russki: A Russian.

So, I was at the gym this evening and when I was running on the treadmill, a buffed Russian man entered the gym and headed to the weights department. Shaved head, about 5'7"-8", not what people would actually call good-looking, late-30s/early-40s. Only thing is, his muscles are VERY well-defined. Probably the guy with the best arms, shoulders and chests in the gym. He doesn't have a 6 or 8-pack, but it was really flat and tight, and his body was covered in a light coating of hair. I saw it when he was showing his flat belly to his (very good-looking) friend, but that's not really the point.

About 20 minutes after he started lifting weights, his (very good-looking) friend came. He's shorter than the first guy, short brunette hair, around the same age as the first guy, and he has that charming good looks that you see in a well-suited gentleman. He's quite buffed himself, but not as defined as his friend. I was having a hard time trying to not look at him as he's wearing an athletic tank and the patch of nice, trimmed chest hair was literally in your face.

When they both saw each other, they shook hands and then leaned forward to give each other a kiss on the cheek, a sign of friendship. Then as they were chatting, I noticed the first guy kept having his hands around the second guy. First his hands were lightly caressing the second guy's arms, then broke off, then had his hand on the guy's back and then went to the waist a little before breaking off again. I must say it was quite homoerotic.

At that point I couldn't concentrate much on my workout anymore. I was working on whichever machine closer to them which was vacant. No thanks to my lousy stalking skills, I soon realize that they noticed that I was watching them from time to time. They glanced back at times when I was working out near them, especially when they were taking a break from their training. And the fact that the second guy was not wearing any underwear and his bulge was visible isn't helping. Worse, he had to stand with his side facing me so that I can see the size of his bulge no more than 2 metres away from my face.

When I was about to leave and went to the locker room to change, they were done for the day and came to change as well. Apparently the first guy wasn't wearing any underwear either. As he slid out of his training shorts, I was greeted with a soft, low hanging dick. The hair was trimmed short, and it was a decent looking dick. I'd say about 3 inches soft. He didn't care that there were people in the locker room, as he slowly folded his tee and shorts while being naked, then slowly wearing his long johns. I was too mesmerized by the scene that I almost forgot his friend was standing just next to me. I think I saw him saw me check his friend out and there was a tiny smile on his face. He then proceeded to take off his tee and then flexed a little, making me feel that they were putting on a show for me.

I blushed like a tomato('embarrassed' is a more appropriate word actually), hurriedly packed my stuff(all the time clumsily and actually dropped my clothes on the floor) and left the locker room, all the time controlling my urges to take a peek at them one last time.

I wonder what they must think of me. Some perverted Asian kid, or an interesting kid that they decided to put on a show for to see how far will he go along with it? If only I wasn't in the gym alone(went with a friend) and was more brave, I wouldn't even be writing this post now, and this post might end in a much more interesting way than this.

A Little Too Much?

So recently I got a little too bored and went to the App Store to see if there's any interesting app. Well, I came across not one, but two apps. Not some super cool app but they work just fine, and most people have these two apps for the whole 'experience' to work perfectly.

And just what is this 'experience'? Well, it's a chat and a photo app. Gay chat app to be precise. All you have to do is login to this chat app, look for someone who shares the same interests - or not - and then get his ID for the second app. Logout of the first app, launch the second app - well you don't have to do this if you have iOS 4 which has multitasking. I'm still on OS3, because my iPod is ancient - insert the guy's ID and add him as a friend. Then you both can continue your chats in private - yum - and trade pics. And if you're into cyber sex you can have it any way you want, all in the comfort of your own home; and if you are a bit daring, in public.

So, for a couple of days, I log on to these apps a couple times a day, did some cyber flirt with random people whose age and looks I do not know. Traded some pictures and that's all. But that should be the way, right? I mean, these people live in other countries, I do not know how do they look, I do not know their age, and all we talk about are sex. Yes, judge me, but what else do gay people say in chat rooms and do in private? What, don't tell me you went through all the trouble looking for an app for gay men just so you can share your stories about your plants you grow at home? Yes, gay men - you and I included, because I can't think of anyone else besides gay people who reads my blog - are the most sexual beings in the world. Throw a group of young, testosterone-filled men in a cyber chat room and I can guarantee you f-bombs are going to be dropped every 5 seconds.

So right, I was on the chat app one night and as usual there was a guy who was horny and wanted to get off. We exchanged IDs, logged on to the photo messenger, added each other as buddies, and we started doing the dirty, except, we aren't exactly doing it. So we traded a couple of photos, complimented each other - I did more of the compliment because he's THAT much better than me - and then suddenly, we just started talking about normal stuff. Stuffs like where we're from, how old are we, how he wished I was there(US) so we can plan to do stuffs together in the weekends, how he asked if I'd go out with him if he were to come to my place(Europe). If that wasn't enough, when I asked him how does he look, he said he looked like a nerd. From our conversation, I could tell he's not nerdy, so I told him to send me a picture of him and I'll be the judge. Turns out, he's not a nerd at all! Very cute, and he'll actually turn to be quite a hot man in a year or two.

I went on and on complimenting his looks, saying he's good looking and in fact above average, and that he didn't have to be too afraid of how he looks because he's gorgeous(he asked he several times if he looks OK. Really, OK? You're more than just OK!). He told me people have called him cute but he didn't think cute was a compliment. I told him it was and that I'm telling him the truth. Even told him I could tell him how good looking he is every day if he still didn't believe in me. That made him blush like a tomato(he said!).

Story doesn't end here. He actually asked me if not under such circumstances - distance and all -, does he have a chance to be with me. Told him he stood a chance and that I'm not just trying to just say things to make him happy because really, I don't have to do this. What do I gain? We're miles apart and all it takes is a 'block contact' if things get out of hands. He was happy I was being honest with him, and I believe he's not just messing around with me.

Later, he got to go and said he had to leave. Before he went offline, he asked me what do I like about him and his looks. Told him it's not just the looks that matter to me. He is, without a doubt, one of the better looking people I've come across in my life so far, but it's also the personality that makes me feel like I want to know more about him and want to spend more time with him. Told him that and for his face, it's the whole look of his that works for me, but if I had to specify something, then it'd be his smile that will brighten up the whole room. At that point he was really happy, thanked me for telling him, and then went offline.

Told me he'd message me "later", but I'm not too sure if I should be looking forward to it because after all, we only had two chat sessions and it'd be stupid to expect too much from someone I've never seen before and even more stupid to be broken hearted over something that only I thought happened by someone who probably doesn't even mean what he said.

At times like this I can't help but think of what my mom always tells me: do not play with fire. What have I gotten into, mom?