The return of LBTG

Lower Back Tattoo Guy (LBTG) and I have had a rocky cruising relationship over the past few months. After I actually introduced myself to him in the locker room back in early December, he had been kind of scarce with me. He actually disappeared for a few weeks soon after that incident. Maybe he went away for the holidays, maybe he got shipped out to Iraqi, or maybe my forward introduction spooked him enough to switch gyms. Who knows, but a couple of weeks ago, he returned to the gym with a growing-day-by-day interest in me (and my cock) again.

During his workouts over the past few weeks I would catch him looking at me. In the shower stalls, he would position himself across from mine and coyly catch glimpses of me and my manhood. Sometimes he would even lick his lips showing his interest, or turn around to show me his drool worthy toned backside.

Every time I came into contact with him, he would get a bit bolder in his advances, but still maintain his distance. I’m fine with that, but I was getting quite tired of this game. I wanted to see what his exact intentions were. Did he want to meet up? Did he want to fuck around right there in the shower stall? Did he just like looking at me? What?! I was getting restless.

Last evening, I was 15 minutes late to the set time I had originally wanted to meet Woods at the gym. My plan was to do a quick cardio workout beginning at 6pm then hit up the AMC for “Volver”. But with the time crunch of my tardiness, it looked like I was not going to make the movie, so I decided to spend a little more time working out. Then I could soak in the spa post workout. It worked out nicely. I was showering up by 7:15pm.

While in the shower, I washed up pretty quickly. When I was finished, I remained still underneath the warm running water. It felt great as I positioned myself to have the water hit my neck to flow down my back. I noticed to my right that all of the stalls were occupied by less than exciting individuals including a local gaytard whose “white 4 white only” online persona was put into question when I spotted him sucking ethnic cock in a fuck flick years back.

AnyWAY, I thought all of the showers were taken up when I surprisingly spotted an empty stall which was catty corner to mine and one block closer to the locker room. Within minutes LBTG appeared in all his glory to claim it’s availability. He closed his curtain not too tightly as I could easily see his firm body soaping up.

As minutes continued to pass I observed how his curtain was opening up more and more in favor of my eyes. He could clearly see into my stall since my sluttiness only allows me to close the curtain to about 65% of it’s full potential.

His attention was rapidly rising. His eyes were fixated on me, and mine onto him. I was hoping that this would be the evening that all my burning questions would be answered.

To my dismay, a gentleman known as Big Dick’d Older Guy (BDOG) waltzed into the shower area with pole smoking on the mind – well you could tell by his demeanor. He casually plopped himself in identical catty corner shower which was two blocks down from LBTG. BDOG was trying very hard to grab my attention. He could barely see into my stall, but I was in no way return the advances back at him. I was doing my best not to make any indication that I was interested in him at the moment. My focus was solely on LBTG.

A few more moments lingered by and it looked as if LBTG was definitely reaching a level that would quickly catapult him into either the guilt or pleasure arena of gym sex – depending on how you view it obviously. LBTG was firmly erect. I smiled and nodded to him that I definitely enjoyed what I could see. He shot a smirk back to me.

At this time, BDOG was getting quite ancy from what I could tell. From what I figured, he wanted in on the action or try all he could to grab my attention fully for himself. Well, what this nutfuck did next was down right not cool in my book. This tall lean horny man left his stall only to shower hop into the stall next to LBTG. LBTG could see that there was someone moving next to him. This action caused LBTG to immediately freak out and shut his curtain completely. He turned his looks away from me and onto his shower head rinsing off the shame of jerking off in public.

I was livid because I was cockblock’d to the highest order.

I didn’t want make any eye contact with BDOG because I know I would have shot him daggers out of my pupils. But I wanted to see what the hell this asshole was up to. I looked down onto the tile, then over to the stall where I noticed him and his very aroused penis. I could tell he was trying to make any type of contact with me, but I was having none of it. I turned my face to the shower head and let the water trickle down in hopes of soothing my soon to be very pissed off expression.

Then all of a sudden I heard the squeaky sound of one of the shower valves turning off along with a curtain opening very fastly. I turned around to see LBTG drying off. I knew it was my queue to high tail it out of there. As soon as I turned off the water in my stall, I opened my curtain fully. I looked at LBTG and grinned. I spotted BDOG replacing his movement from the stall across from me to the original one he first occupied. BDOG looked directly at me. We made eye contact. I kindly gestured to him via body signaling “thanks but no thanks, not tonight”. I made a motion to my wrist as if I “didn’t have the time”.

LBTG bolted out to the locker area.

I quickly dried myself in hopes that I could get to my locker, dress up in a matter of seconds, and walk out to the front of the building in order to cut off LBTG on his way out of the front door. I was hoping to at least get his digits. Hell, even say “next time buddy”. Well I dried my, now, 141 pound body at record speed, skedaddled over to my locker. I got a peek of LBTG at his locker as I flashed over to mine, which was in an entirely different area of the room. I rushed through my lock combination to open the wooden door. I grabbed my belongings with a quick fist. I then threw on my black H&M cargos, pulled my grey t-shirt over my head, followed by a sweater, snug my feet into my flip flops.

All during this time, BDOG makes his exit from the shower stall into the locker room. I initially thought he had returned to see if there was any new meat in the room. Wrong. He had approached his locker in order for him to dress. I didn’t think anything of it. I wanted to get the hell out of there.

Once I finalized myself, Woods came in from the showers. I whispered to him quickly that I would see him out front because “I wanted to catch LBTG”. I then practically flew out of the locker area through the gym and to the front door. But when I got there, he was nowhere to be found. It seems as if he had been spooked again. Fuck.

As I turned around to see if Woods was behind me, I viewed BDOG darting towards the front. Was he was following me out? I didn’t want to find out so I skimmed through the parking lot over to my truck Betina. I unlocked the doors and threw in my gym bag. I lowered myself into the front seat and called Woods.

Woods was walking out at the time when he answered his phone. I told him what had happened. He then informed me that BDOG was searching the parking lot for my whereabouts. I could then see BDOG’s head bobbing up and down through the various sized vehicles. He made his stop only paces down from where I sat frozen in my car. I told Woods that I would see him at Casa Norte so I put the key into the ignition and started Betina up. It wasn’t long before I jammed out of that parking lot. As I was on the phone with Woods, he mentioned that BDOG was watching me leave. Wonderful.

I guess I am going to have to wait another 5 weeks before I have a run in with LBTG. I'm hoping that this time I will be ready. I'm crossing my fingers.