This happened to me when I was 27 and engaged to married within 2 months. I had just finished swimming laps at the Washington, DC YMCA. I was the last of a few people left prior to the gym closing. I was facing the locker lined up on the back wall so I was pretty well hidden. I guy walked up to the locker next to mine and I noticed when he slid his swim pants off that he was hung like a horse. I was intrigued by his size and more intrigued by the fact that I noticed myself becoming erect. I was so embarrassed that i covered myself with a towel. There was nobody around us. This peaked my curiosity even more. I removed my towel and let my partial erection show. He looked down at my obvious growing erection and began stroking his cock. When he did this I became fully erect. Just the sight of him doing this may me more erect. I was shocked at what he did next. He reached over and placed his hand on my cock and began stroking. I didn’t want him to touch me nor did I want him to stop. I couldn’t take my eyes off the site of his large cock. I wanted to touch it. I couldn’t resist any longer and reciprocated by placing my hand on his large cock. I was nervous and excited. He took a step closer and continued stroking each other . I couldn’t believe I had another mans cock in my hand and I was pleasuring him. Only one person passed by at a distance but didn’t look in our direction. He reached into his bag and pulled out a condom and confidently walked away toward the showers without saying a word. (all this time my fiance’ was outside in the hallway waiting for me).
Was he wanting me to follow him to the showers? I was yelling at myself in my head to walk away. LEAVE NOW! After pausing for about 30 seconds I couldn’t get the site of his cock out of my mind. I had never touched another man in and intimate way ever before. By showing me his condom only meant one thing. Either he wanted to fuck me or vice versa. My curiosity got the better of me and I found myself walking toward the showers, heart pounding, pulse beating through my skull. I entered the show area and saw him standing by the partially closed curtain with his cock in his hand and the condom covering his shaft. It was obvious at that point who was going to be the “receiver.” I just stood there staring with a towel wrapped around me not covering my erection very well. All it took was him raising a single hand with his index finger drawing my attention in his direction. I enter the stall at his direction. The shower was running and he removed my towel and turned me around. He reached into his bag hanging on the wall pulled out what was obviously lubricant. As I was standing there facing the wall his feet pushed my feet apart as his fingers entered me as he began lubricating virgin territory. It really felt good as he did this I started stroking stroking my cock. He continued doing this for about five minutes until I felt something larger than his fingers entering me. He was actually going to fuck me? ME! The straight guy who never once looked at another man in a sexual way.
After about 5 minutes he was able to get his cock past the painful sphincter ring and slowly pushed himself all the way to the hilt. My head jerked back in pain. The pain intensified as he began the slow rhythm of fucking me. He placed his hand firmly on my cock and began stroking as he slid in and out of me. As he pace picked up so did the stroking of his hand on my cock. The pain eased up a bit and it was at that point that I also discovered what all the hype about the “male g spot” was about. He continued rubbing against that spot over and over. He paced quickened as we came at about the same time. When it was over I was mortified. I ran back to my locker terrified that my fiance’ would suspect something. I’d been gone for over 40 minutes and I’d told her I’d be out in 15. He was changing as quickly as I was . Neither of us had said a word to each other throughout the entire event. We exited the locker room at the same time and he said “nice talking to you” as his girlfriend walked up to him with a big embrace. She asked him “meet a new friend?” He just looked at me and said I’ll see you up here again sometime, OK? As if nothing had happened. There stood my fiance’ who also walked up with a big hug. She asked “did you meet new friend?” I explained to my fiance’ that we had talked for a bit about politics and business. Every Sunday for the next six months my “friend” and I took care of swimming our laps first at the local gym with our fiance’s followed by quick, discreet sex as our fiance’s waited patiently in the lobby. That was decades ago. To this day I have not been with another man and I’m pleased with my current sex life with my wife. I’m not attracted to men at all. But I was attracted to him. I’m still not attracted to men sexually. But that guy made me question it. I have shared this story with my counselor. She says that we all fall somewhere along the Kinsey Scale.Anon