There's a young Asian guy I see every once in a while at the gym with this amazing tight, muscular body including an awesome ass. I've fantasized about him before but he wasn't tripping my gaydar. A couple of weeks ago, I was changing to leave and he was just arriving and getting ready to start his workout. We were the only ones in the locker room, and he seemed to be finding all sorts of reasons not to leave. I finally caught his attention, and he had that look on his face. In a moment, we had our tongues halfway down each other's throat, and I had one hand on his rock hard cock and the other on that beautiful butt, while he grabbed my rising manhood. I tried to talk him into joining me in the shower or the steam room, but he got skittish and went to work out instead. Hoping there'll be a next time . . . .
The grocery store can be a lot of fun. There are a lot of young guys working for one or more of these newish shopping services (they sometimes seem to outnumber the housewives and househusbands), and more than one of them have very fine physical aspects worth discreetly following for a bit. They're so concentrated on the list on their phone and trying to find groceries they've barely ever heard of that they never notice you. Also, there's a fire station nearby, and it's not unusual for a delegation of firefighters to come in to do their shopping, and plenty of them have fine physical assets, too, although their uniforms aren't tight enough in the behind to do more than hint at what's there. Best place however, is the subway. Some really hot guy will come onto the platform and, with any luck, after discreetly checking him out while you pretend you're looking down the track for the train's headlights, you can end up in the same car, perhaps with a very good view, sometimes with a remarkably close view. My favorite is the warmer months when he's wearing a tank top or a tight t-shirt and tight shorts, and the car is crowded enough that he has to stand and you can watch his muscles strain and flex as he works to keep his balance against the train's motion. Makes it really hard to pretend you're reading the newspaper in your hand. Ooooof! So many of them get off at 14th Street . . . .