I am not gay!

Since Anurak arrived at Sunny-Uni, he has not been able to do a full-body workout. Though he would do some squats, press-ups, and planking, it was not enough. This has affected his mental health and body coordination. He started feeling like his body wasn't his own, and he felt down-spirited from lack of adrenaline.

The hostel had an indoor gym area, and it was well-equipped. To start using it, all Anurak had to do was provide his school and hostel ID to get registered. Once that was done, Anurak decided to go brutal on himself.

When Anurak entered the gym, the first thing he saw was two guys holding hands and chatting animatedly in front of the gym's assistant. Both were handsome, but one was coquettish and had his head resting on his partner's big biceps.

Though Anurak wasn't new to PDA among same-sex partners, where he came from, they were very reserved and didn't usually flaunt their affection with such abandon.

As he walked towards the gym assistant's desk, he subconsciously kept staring at their joined hands.

"Mhmm." Anurak cleared his throat to catch their attention.

"Hello, good morning, what can I do for you?" The Gym assistant quickly greeted him with a bright smile.

"I just registered for the gym. This is my slip." Anurak handed over the slip he was given at the concierge office.

The assistant took it and quickly read through it.

"Okay. Give me a minute."

He then started typing Anurak's details into the computer on his desk. Thereafter, he handed the slip back to Anurak along with a sheet of paper containing the rules and regulations of the gym.

Once the Assistant started working, the couple walked into the gym and were soon out of Anurak's line of sight.

"How many sessions do you plan on having per week?" The assistant asked.

"Three."

"Okay." He typed into the system and then looked up again.

"Your preferred days?"

"Weekends. Fridays to Sundays."

"Errm, for Fridays, you can only come in for 2 hours in the morning and another 2 hours in the evening. Sundays and Saturdays are not available. You have to fix them on other days or forfeit." The assistant explained.

"Not even in the afternoon and evening?" Anurak frowned with displeasure. His weekdays were already filled up. Coming to the gym on school days was not feasible for him at all.

The assistant went through his data and shook his head in the negative.

"There is an evening slot available on Sundays. If you take it, you will have to lose the other two slots as they cannot be transferred to another day"

"I will take it. I don't mind taking a single slot on Saturdays, too."

"Saturday's slots are filled up."

"Okay. Thank you."

"Can I fix your last session on Wednesday? It has a lot of free slots."

"Okay." Anurak agreed, with no intention of using it. But then, never say 'never.'

"My name is Mark, and I am on a permanent weekend shift. I am always here from Friday to Sunday. So If you have any complaint, you can come to me or just call any of the numbers on that document." The personal assistant said.

"Okay." Anurak nodded.

Soon, the whining of a printer could be heard, and Mark gave Anurak a piece of paper containing his sessions and slots.

"If you also need a personal trainer, just let me know. I will also handle it for you."

"Okay. Thank you." Anurak replied before entering the gym proper.

Between the gym and the assistant's desk was a glass panel with a door. From there, Anurak saw several boys in different stages of nakedness, sweating it out on professional gyming equipment.

Looking around, he discovered that the only equipment available for him to use was a treadmill, some dumbbells, and small-scale weights.

What he was really after was a sandbag, so he turned to Mark. "Are there no sandbags here?"

"There are. This place is a little big. Walk down to your left. At the end of it, you will see at least four sandbags on your right."

"Okay." Anurak nodded and walked in.

To his right was a little path between a line of Leg extensions and Inner thigh adductors. All in use by boys with fascinating muscles and smooth, glittering skins, covered in sweat.

As he walked down this path, he tried his best not to stare and at the same time, he couldn't help but be self-aware as the boys working out on these equipment were watching him too. He could even hear one of them making a lecherous remark about his butts.

This brought back the memories of his first days at his boxing class back at home. The class was held in a Muay Thai gym and there were lots of druggies and unsavory humans.

They also made all sorts of comments in his face and behind his back. Luckily for him, the owner of the gym knew his father, as they belonged to the same gang. Because of this, he was protected. The men would tease him about how pretty and sexy he was, but none of them ever made a move on him.

With the realization that this wasn't home and there was no one to watch his back, Anurak felt uneasy.

At the end of this path was a door and a mirror. When he turned to his right, he saw a set of sandbags dangling from the ceiling.

Out of curiosity, Anurak opened the door and found out that it led to a locker room. When he entered, he saw that each locker was numbered and the ones not in use had their keys in the keyholes.

The locker room was narrow and in a 'L' shape. At the point where the shorter line of the 'L' stopped was another doorway that led to a shower area. There were five shower cubicles with partitions and doors.

Presently, the whole place was empty but Anurak quickly took a leak in one of the cubicles, cleaned up then stepped out.

Thereafter, he removed his shirt, leaving just his singlet on. He then removed his jeans trousers and replaced them with a pair of jersey shorts.

Finally, he brought out his boxing gloves and headphones and wore them.

After wearing his gloves and earphones, he threw a long face towel over his shoulder and walked out of the locker room.

Anurak then walked down to the sandbags and picked the one in the middle.

Relieved that the sandbag was well hidden from others, he started testing out the sandbag. Gradually, his punching speed increased until he was covered in sweat.

For two hours, Anurak punched away. Taking little breaks and doing some brisk walking in-between.

Unknown to him, his sudden yells and loud grunts had attracted some attention. Some boys, not far from where he was, stopped what they were doing and watched him do his routine.

By the time his timer went off, Anurak was huffing and covered in sweat. His mind was clear, and his body wasn't feeling out of sorts again. He wiped his face and strolled into the locker room. On getting there, he opened his locker and brought out a big towel and a tube of body-washing lotion. He then entered the shower area.

Just as he turned on the shower, Anurak heard the door to the locker room open. Unbothered, he started soaping when the sounds of kissing entered his ears. Then he heard them enter the cubicle next to him. At this point, Anurak was frozen. He was shocked and curious.

It was one thing to see couples, be it gay or straight, hugging and kissing outside. He also did that with Sophea. What Anurak had never experienced was having a couple have sex next to him in the shower… and they were boys!

"Gay sex! They are having gay sex!!"

His mind kept screaming at him.

He started listening to their moans. One moan was deep and guttural while the other was wimpy but a little deep…

"Are you sure?" The deep voice said in a near whisper.

Because of the sound of the shower running, Anurak had to strain his ears. He moved closer to the partition and placed his ear to it.

"Yes. I have wanted to do this for a long time." The wimpy voice replied. The wimpy voice sounded coquettish. Anurak's eyes widened as he recognized the voice.

It was that couple from before!

"What if people come in?"

"I don't care. Please, Phi, I want it so bad."

"But you can't make any noise. If you make too much noise, I will stop."

"Yes, yes, I will be quiet, I promise." The wimpy voice said, then groaned.

"Oh god, phi. Your mouth is so warm. Ah…"

Some slapping sounds reached Anurak's ears and subconsciously, his hand went to his gradually growing dick. He held it between his thumb and his middle finger and started rubbing it slowly…

"Phi, aaah…"

"Face the wall."

"Aah, Phi…you… are …so …big." The wimpy voice gasped in between moans. Then a consistent sound of wimpy and erotic moaning started. It was slow at first but gradually, the sound of thighs slapping against thighs filled the air and the faster it got, the louder the moaning too.

"Ahh …so deep…it feels so good…phi, …faster…"

The faster the moaning from the other side, the faster Anurak's hand around his manhood also moved.

Just when he was about to reach his climax, the entrance door opened and two boys stepped into the locker room, laughing hard.

Instantly, Anurak came back to his senses. He stared at his hand and erected dick in shock.

How could I do this? What is wrong with me?

He felt shocked at his own actions and the money he dropped his dick, it deflated.

Luckily, he went into the shower with his shorts and towel. He quickly wiped his body and wore his shorts. He then darted out of the shower.

His sudden appearance spooked the laughing guys, but Anurak ignored them. He quickly retrieved his backpack from the locker, put on his shirt and jeans, then raced out of the locker room. Anurak didn't stop until he got back to the hostel. By then, his face was red, and he felt disgusted with himself.

"I am not gay! I am not gay!" He kept muttering to himself as he paced his room in a panic.