He understood and said, “There’s a room upstairs with mats and other equipment we can use. I’ll blow you off there and then fuck you. What do you say?”
I told him to follow me and led him astray, just as he wanted me to.
I met a masculine beefcake with red hair and a chest of steel at the gym while rowing. Tommy McMifflin fell in love with me upon first sight. He took me home every other time he saw me, did me over his upstairs railing and pounded…pounded…pounded my bottom until it ached and I begged for more.
I slept with a third patron from the gym, not atthe gym, though. Not an employee there. Not a patron with a gym membership. Rather, one of the vendors who used a metal dolly to cart nutritional drinks into the place. Cannon Dyle. The same age as me. The same build. A handsome doll from toes to head with a smile that could rip off my Nike shorts and have his needy way with me.