I stopped off at the Powerhouse Gym in Yonkers tonight on my way home from a meeting in Stamford. I got a day pass for $5. Lawd have mercy on a bitch like me, it was one hot, Italian square-jawed, muscled late teen/early 20s stud after another. This was not your typical gay gym...totally hardcore. It was an endless array of moutwatering bodies, asses, and bulges. I cruised them all, and they knew what I wanted. A girl can't help herself sometimes. Anyhoo, I'm sure they're used to the attention. At one point, I was literally overcome with the scent of testosterone. Luckily there was a bench nearby, so I twirled around and sat on the bench just as my legs were about to buckle under. I've been to Yonkers a few times in the past, but I've never seen these specimens of manhood before. The only downside is that that the facility doesn't have a sauna or steam room. Have you bitches ever heard of such a thing? There was a rinky dink shower right off the locker room (obviously no one showers there), but the fucking curtain was one of those cheap thick plastic numbers you find at Wal-Mart with absolutely no transparency. No matter. I rushed off to my car in the parking lot and, with the musky scent of testosterone and the memory of hard-bodied hunks on my mind, I pleasured myself culminating in a volcanic eruption. I plan to head back there ASAP. I wish someone had told me about this sooner. It wouldn't have taken me this long to go there.
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