I Was Once Molested Before…
When I was back in my poly days at Ngee Ann, I started to frequent the gym because of the influence of a couple of friends. The 3 of us would visit the public gym at Jurong East Sports Complex almost every alternate day.
Some of you guys who knows me in person would go, “Wah! Sure anot. You don’t look like you go to the gym leh!”
I got lazy now. 
But then again, it was the gym that helped me gained much needed weight to be normal. I used to stand at 1.77m in height but weigh only at 53kg.
53KG!
That’s like a BMI of 16.9!!! I bet Sun Yan Zi could wrestle me over at those times. At least now, I am weigh at a nice 68kg.
Anyway, the 3 of us naturally made a few friends over at the gym. Chicks and a few muscled men who love to ogle at themselves in the mirrors while pumping iron. One such guy was a beefy and heavily muscled Thai who always helped to spot us or give us pointers.
Naturally, the world is one big joke and the two friends who persuaded me to get off my skinny butt and go to the gym, started to cease their gym routine. I curse at them all the time but to no avail. Seeing results, I still continued my gym sessions despite the boredom of going alone.
That is when the Thai dude start to become friendlier. Smiles became short talks. Short talks became compliments on my improvements and my body. I didn’t really suspect anything as I thought he was probably a friendly guy opening up. And fact is, I don’t want to be unfriendly to a guy who can bench press three times my weight.
The day came when I happen to bump into him in the toilet. It was an afternoon and there was nobody around and odds of someone walking in on us was low.
Thai Guy: “Wow! You look good!” (points at my arms)
Me: “Yeah. I have been training hard.”
“Yeah. I can see that!” (starts to touch my arms)
“Can be better lar.”
“Your legs too!”
Within the space of a few seconds, he grabbed my inner thigh, squeezed it, moved his hand up to my crotch and swiped his palm across my crown jewels and the royal kuku bird.
A muscled man feeling up a straight guy like me feels like me diving into a pool of shit and then proceeding to eat the whole pool up.
Yes. It was EeeeeeeEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!
I immediately slapped his hand away and pointed at his face and probably swore at him incoherently as I was quite shocked at that time. Amongst the swearing, I think i did mention along the lines of “I am not your KIND”.
He was either very scared of my reaction and started to apologize repeatedly or he just acted apologetically to ease the situation. He then walked out of the toilet and I only seen him at the gym once since then.
Yes, guys do get molested too. My poor crown jewels and royal kuku bird…
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