My heart began pounding instantly when I recognized him. It was so loud I was afraid he’d hear. For an instant I forgot what I was doing. I had to pull myself together. I swung my towel around my shoulders and began to tie the laces of my running shoes.

He had just walked past while my back was turned and picked a locker a few yards away. Now he was sorting through his gym kit while I watched him from behind. With thoughts of him racing through my mind it hasn’t taken me so long to tie my laces since I was five. My arms were tingling and I was focused on maintaining my composure.

He glanced a little to the side, almost at me and I realized that he’d noticed I was taking too long. It was time to commit his beautiful form to memory, every little detail, as it might be needed later. One last time I ran my eyes from his neatly cropped brown hair and muscular neck to his gently sloping shoulders that tapered down to a strong waist, with a thick brown leather belt sitting on top of his perfectly round ass cheeks and muscular legs and calves covered in straight cut jeans. I then turned and headed for the gym floor where I could turn the scene over in my mind, which formed fantasies and hopeful delusions. I salivated over what might be in store, celebrating this, the most exciting discovery of my year and desperately analyzing the memory for useful details that might bubble to the surface given a little space to think.

I chose the treadmill overlooking the pool area. I turned it up to a fast walk and felt the blood already coursing through me like the raw energy in my chest and shorts. I decided to run fairly soon. Tuning out the sights, sounds, and smells of an early Thursday evening at the gym I turned my attention inward to thoughts of this exciting development, and very exciting man who now was probably naked two floors below me. Becoming a little dizzy at this thought, I grasped the rail briefly but noticed no stirring in my shorts. It’s not so surprising though as there was more at steak here than a quick blowjob or a half hour alone with my hand. (Though that would come later, if I could wait that long!)

It was over a year ago now that I first saw his profile. It was on a site for people interested in control and domination, and he was very interested. It was still there, I know because I’m a regular visitor! I don’t remember if he still used it or if it was one of those profiles that gets years old but retained by the website administrators to boost statistics. You wouldn’t think it to look at him in person but his interests were…specialized. There was a picture of him playing sports it was unclear which one. His pose was one of a Greek athlete competing in the first Olympiad. He could perfectly adorn an eight centaury vase, except of course for the Nike swoosh on his chest.

Another picture showed him staring down at the camera with an expression of fierce lust and disdain. This was the one I stared at while I stroked my cock at night, looking right into his deep brown eyes. He looked back at me, contemplating what will bring him pleasure, what he can do to me, naked, on my knees