First time gay shit - super unexpected

I'm a former military guy and I've tried to stay in shape. I go to the gym about 5 times a week. I'm only about 5' 8", but athletically built around 160 lbs. I was at a gym, while traveling through NJ, and found myself working out next to a very smallish built young man (5' 2", 110lbs max). He was doing the same muscle group I was and asked if he could workout with me. I thought it was a little strange, but he was nice and had a good smile, nice olive skin, and was young... I am straight - but I think I can still appreciate beauty, even in other men. And this little guy was pretty... and very gay. I would never work out with him in my home town... but I live in California, and this is New Jersey, so I thought, why not? He seems nice and I don't wanna seem like I'm homophobic or something.

So here we are. I've been working out sense I was a kid. I've wrestled sense I was 10 and have the screwed up ears to prove it. I am, frankly, very rough around the edges. I can be a little over bearing and down right mean when I am your wrestling coach. Or, in this case, your workout partner. So I was these things with him. I made him workout harder than he normally would. He had absolutely no upper body strength but did have a firm build (to be 18 again!!). Again, he was openly gay: even had a rainbow shirt that said, "born this way". It was a little embarrassing, but like I said: I didn't know any of those people.

We probably worked out for a solid hour and a half. I found myself getting a little turned on by how I could make him push harder or do a few more reps. I would talk trash. Tell him that god hates quitters more than gays. I would always smile a little so he would know I was kidding... but I think he liked it more if I was serious.

I found myself helping him with his technique. I would pull his shoulders back, or push his waist in. Giving him instructions and when he did it correctly, I'd say to him, in a very low voice, "good boy."

Fast forward to when we are finally done, and I am surprisingly warn out. I got a very good workout in. He was also red faced (at least as red as his skin would show...) and obviously fatigued. And sense I'd never been to that gym, I asked if there were showers. He said yes, and we went off to the locker rooms.

The showers were probably the nicest I had ever seen in a gym. You had your own little changing room that would lead to your own shower. They were also very roomy.

I'm in there and I planned on just rinsing off, sense I didn't bring shampoo and figured I would shower at my hotel after dinner. But then thought better of it and simply asked my new workout partner (yelling over the sounds of the other showers) if he had shampoo I could use. He yells back (a little to gay-ish) that he did. He'll bring it over.

I expect him to set it on my bench in the changing room... then tell me its there and I'd come out of the shower and grab it. But this little homo walks right into my stall with it. Naked. And I am perfectly speechless. I stand there and can't quite believe my eyes. He has this look of confusion and then he looks a little panicked. He drops the bottle he had and put his hands over his face and turns to leave.

Now... a million things are going through my head. And I can still remember - vividly - how torn I was. I would NEVER turn down a women that did something like this. The risk he took... the way he put himself out there... I was flattered. But I'm not into guys. But also... I don't know anyone in this town. So in about 2 seconds I decide to at the minimum stop him and tell him its all good. I follow him out to the outer changing area and I grab his shoulders and pull him back away from the little room door. He starts covering his face again and looking down at the ground. He won't look up at me and I'm not trying to even talk at all because someone may hear me (like who would I be talking to?!).

I simply don't know what to do, and as he begins to sob (like a girl... an f-ing girl!), I start to rub his back and in as low a voice as I can, whisper near his ear:  "Its all good... your a good boy".

I don't, for the life of me, know why I said that.   But I repeated it again, cause I could tell it was working.  I brought him closer to me and repeated it: "its ok... no worries... thats a good boy".  "your a good boy"  "your my good boy, right?"

And then I brought my hands up his back, lifting them off and placed my elbows on his shoulders (like i was going to hug his head to my chest), and pushed lightly down...  and without much resistance at all, he went to his knees. He looked up at me and I thought he was a little worried still.  He was nervous and worried...  So i said its Ok.. be a good boy. And he took my cock in his mouth.

He sucked on me for probably 5 minutes until I got nice and hard.  I couldn't hear dick sucking noises because it was so noisy in there. But it did feel fantastic.  He was being a good little cock sucker and I can respect that.

I let him suck me deep and hard until I felt like I was close. I pulled his head away and turned him around. I pushed him forward and pulled his hips up while I forced his knees apart.  I used a bit more force than i needed, but I was determined to get my cock in his little round ass before i got soft.  I thought about a condom, but simply didn't care.  I would have used one if he asked me to, but he didn't so i didn't offer.  

I spit on my dick and spit on his asshole.  Then started easing it in... eventually getting balls deep.  Spitting some more every few seconds.  I'm not a big guy, but his ass was tight.

I eventually pushed him all the way down to his stomach.  My favorite position when I'm fucking a women.  I fucked him as hard as I dared.  But I couldn't afford a clapping sound.  At some point I got off and had him follow me into the shower.  I fucked him a bit harder - standing up of course. But the shower sounds masked the sounds from the other showers so I was comfortable putting a little more on him.

And then I came.   It built slowly and came on with a vengeance.  It never crossed my mind to ask him were he wanted it.  The moment I called him a good boy, I new I was Cumming in his ass.

We walked out of that gym together - and I got his number.  I was in town a few times a year before I moved to NJ for about 3 months where I fucked him regularly.

I always made him wear girls panties and enjoyed making him cry before he was to suck my cock and get fucked.  I wonder how he has been.