Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2011 16:29:56 +0000
From: C. S.
Subject: cruising at the gym

This story contains situations and scenes of graphic sex between consenting
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I had just joined the gym near my place. It was a good gym, a bit too
upscale for me, but I figured going to a gym 2 min away from home was well
worth the extra I paid for it. I missed my old gym, which I had attended
for the past 6 years (since I was 18) but had to leave when I moved. Well,
I definitely wanted to give this one a chance – the reviews I'd found on
the Internet were very good so far – friendly atmosphere, quality work
out machines and nice trainers... and above all, a rather gay public.
Without being the Meat Rack on a Saturday night, it seemed the gym was well
frequented by gay men. And indeed, the first few times I'd gone, I'd
evaluated it at roughly 60% of gay men. Let's say 20% of women (rich
housewives-types in their fifties who went there during the day to keep
fit), and the rest of various straight guys. The ages were about mid
twenties to mid 40s for the men.

I'd gone three times already, late in the evening when I got off work, but
this Friday, I had a day off, so I went early, at 10am. A few women were
exercising in the aerobic section to loud and upbeat music and to the
shouts of a dynamic muscle queen who made them stretch and jump and kick
and turn around and jump again. I headed toward the cardio area, did my 30
min. workout routine, and then went to the free weights and machines
area. I sat down on the shoulder press machine and began to work out,
noticing the area was almost desert. Obviously, not many guys had time to
go to the gym at 11am on a Friday. I did a few sets, then moved on to
another machine, and was surprised to sit right across a young guy in his
twenties, doing chest inclines. He was extremely attractive, and I felt my
cock give a twitch.

I love to wear tight gym shorts that show off my package – I'm not an
exhibitionist, but I have a rather large cock, and thanks to my bouncy
balls, it's always made a nice bulge. I was extremely embarrassed by this
all my teenagehood, and did everything I could to hide it then: wearing
three pairs of briefs, wearing tight speedos then a pair of briefs, wearing
large shirts untucked... Then I came out, moved out, began to go to clubs
and understand that this actually attracted guys and it was a gift, not a
shame. Since then, I did pretty much everything I could to even enhance
this particularity whenever it seemed fit: When I went to bars, clubs...
and a (predominantly) gay gym. The problem was, not much was left to the
imagination as it was, and if I got hard, hiding it was impossible.

The young guy was doing his reps, and didn't notice me as he was closing
his eyes, so I indulged myself a bit and stared at him. He had a very nice
definition, although he was on the small side – maybe 5'7 or 8.  Of
course I looked at his crotch, but couldn't see much bulge, so I gave
up. As much as I loved my cock, and loved to show it off, and felt proud of
its size (which at a thick 8" was very nice but nothing monstrous either),
I'd never been a size queen myself. My first boyfriend was barely 5" and I
really didn't care. Maybe it was because I was hung myself, so I didn't
need to seek a huge cock? I know most of the size queens I know have
relatively small dicks anyway.


He finished his set and finally opened his eyes while sighing. His gaze
immediately fell on me (he couldn't very well avoid it, as I was sitting
right in front of him). It was almost funny the way it happened: He looked
at my face for a second, then at my crotch. He arched his eyebrows, and
flushed a bit – or maybe it was the effort?  I began my reps, as if I
hadn't noticed anything. This went on for about 10 minutes (I did many more
then I had set out to do at first, but I really wanted to stay in front of
him). I was hard as rock, and knowing he was eyeing my bulge made my cock
twitch and leak in my jock.

During the hour I stayed, and switched machines and free weights, he was
never far and I saw him more than once eyeing me.  I enjoyed the attention,
and made sure that my bulge was always in view for him. I loved to show off
and make him hot. Whenever he was the one working out and doing reps, he
closed his eyes and I was able to ogle shamelessly. I even dared to touch
my cock a few times to relieve the pressure. Finally, I had done everything
I could, and headed to the showers. I was taking off my shoes in the locker
room (which was entirely empty) when bang on, the young guy came in and sat
on another bench, his back at me.

"Good work out eh?  It's nice when there's not many people, you can use any
machine you want whenever you need to!" I said loudly, turning a bit in his
direction.

"Yeah, that's for sure." He answered. He had a nice voice, much deeper than
I would have imagined looking at him. I judged him to be about 20 or so. He
seemed a bit shy, and didn't look at me. I seized the opportunity, knowing
it was now or never – what were the odds to find myself alone with him
in a deserted gym? My cock had deflated a bit but was still half-hard. I
stood up, and barefoot but still in my shorts, walked around the bench to
post myself in front of him. He lifted his head to look at me, slightly
startled. His lips were at dick-height.  I smiled and extended a hand.


"Hi, I'm Kenneth. I'm new here, have you been going for a long time?" I
asked, smiling, while he shook my hand.

"No, I joined a month ago. But I almost didn't come here until last week
because of an injury..."  Under my expectant gaze, he added: "My name's
James. You can call my Jimmy."

"Good. Well, I don't know about you, but I need a shower!" I said with a
smile I hoped wasn't too pervy. At that he flushed, and said he wasn't
going to shower here – He lived not too far, and he'd shower home. I was
really disappointed. It showed on my face. I really wanted to bone him.

He quickly looked to the entrance of the gym, trying to make a
decision. Then tentatively reached to my crotch and put his hand on my
bulge. I gave a start – I really wasn't expecting this from a kid who
was so shy he didn't want to shower in public.  But my cock gave a jolt of
joy, and obviously I wasn't going to say no, so I pushed my hips toward
him, indicating he could go on. He grasped my ass in his hands and brought
me forward, until he could bury his face into my crotch. He sniffed deeply
– I could imagine the smell: sweat, pheromones, precum, ball sweat... He
obviously was enjoying it very much.

But I'd been hard for almost an hour now, and my cock was starting to ache
for release. I pulled away and took my shorts and jock off, leaving my hard
cock slap up on my stomach. He smiled when he saw it – I'm sure he'd
guessed it would be large, but was satisfied that it indeed was. I took my
cock in my hand, gave it a few jerks then stepped up and smacked it against
his face. I don't know what took me – I generally didn't do that to
first-time lovers, although it was one of my favorite things about
blowjobs. But something told me this kid was into that sort of things, and
judging by the low groan I got in response, I had been right. I smacked his
face a dozen times, leaving precum everywhere – his lips, the bridge of
his nose, his eyes, his forehead, both of his cheeks... He groaned and
moaned, and I saw him reach a hand in his pants, which I decidedly couldn't
see bulge – either he wasn't aroused (and that was hard to believe)
either he really had a small cock. This made me even harder.

I didn't want to admit it, because fundamentally I didn't think cock size
was that important, but when I was hard and going, it turned me on to fuck
a guy with a much smaller dick than mine. It made me feel superior, for
some stupid unconscious reason. In any case, my cock gave a twitch and I
really needed to give it to him. I wanted to fuck him. I needed to have my
cock reach deep, deep inside his ass, make him moan, hurt a bit and come
just by my cock stroking his innards. I seized his shoulders and pulled him
up (his lips reached to my collarbone, so I had to bend over a bit) and
kissed him deeply. He was quite desperate for my tongue too. Then I turned
him around, bent him on the bench and pressed my cock against his
shorts-covered ass. Another favorite of mine.

When I was a kid, about 8 or 9, I played "pony" with my best friend
John. "Pony" consisted in wrestling until one was seated on top of the
other. Then the winner would get to "ride" the "pony" for 10 minutes. At
first we really rode, but when I discovered pushing my dick against his
back was pleasurable, "pony" games quickly turned into
"wrestling-to-win-the-right-to-hump-the-other's-ass" games.  Whenever I
won, I'd get my dick out, and press it against John's ass (while he was
still dressed – it never came to us to play "pony" naked) repeatedly. I
never came doing this as I was too young, but humping became some kind of
fetish for me, which I honored at any occasion.

I was humping him, and felt he was kind of tense. Maybe he was a virgin? At
the thought, my dick gave a powerful twitch and leaked on his ass, which
was starting to look as if he'd sat in a puddle.

"Are you a virgin?"


"N-no... but..."


I didn't give him time to answer. I was just too horny. I reached around,
and grasped his cock. Or, I would have grasped his cock if I'd found
one. Surely nobody's cock could be that small that you wouldn't even find
it?? I was a bit startled, but didn't want to make him feel bad, so I felt
around, trying to find it. I could feel he was very tense, and had stopped
moving altogether. Something felt kind of wrong. I put my hand in his
shorts and finally got the answer I'd began to form in my head: The guy
didn't have a cock. What I could feel under my fingers was a rather wet but
shaved pussy. I felt what I guessed to be his clit (I'd never had sex with
a woman, but I'd seen straight porn) sticking out pretty much the way a
very short cock would. It certainly felt much, much bigger than any clit
I'd ever seen (ok, so I hadn't seen THAT many, but still). And then I
laughed.

He jerked up, taking my arm and shoving it out of his shorts, his face red
(from arousal? Embarrassment? Anger?) and made as if to take his stuff and
get out. I stared at him for a second, not comprehending the sudden change
in attitude, then tilted: He thought I was making fun of him. I quickly
grabbed his face and pulled him to me, then kissed him very hard. My cock,
which had softened a bit in the interlude, hardened up again, giving
another joyful twitch. I kissed in for a rather long time, and felt him go
from hostile to unresponsive to licking my lips and tongue and teeth and
mouth like a starved puppy. I enjoyed it for a minute more, then broke
away. He stared at me apprehensively, and I bent over and whispered in his
ear:


"One of my best friends is FTM. Don't worry, I don't care. Can I fuck you
now?"


He moaned and nodded his consent. I gave him a quick kiss on the neck, then
turned him around again.  This time I wasted no time – My cock was hard,
I really needed it. I took off his shorts and let them fall to his
ankles. I knelt on the floor (which was hard on my knees, but in my state
of arousal, I just didn't care anymore), and sniffed his ass. He's probably
taken a shower before coming down to the gym, because he smelt like nice
clean sweat. With a bit of ass musk as well of course, and the swell of sex
which I guessed came from him being so wet down there.

I began to lick around his asshole, and when he pushed his ass against me
asking for more, I really went to town.  I licked and licked, burying my
tongue up in ass, rubbing my nose against his crack. I just really loved
eating ass. I also did what I always do when I eat an ass and reached for
his genitals. Obviously this time I didn't really know what I was doing,
but figured if I rubbed around I couldn't be too far off the mark. He
moaned even more loudly, so I went on. Then, definitely, I couldn't wait
any longer. I stood up, left him bent over the bench for a few seconds
during which he must have felt quite ridiculous and I hopped to my bag, my
dick slapping against my stomach as I moved, to take lube from my bag.

I took some lube, put two fingers up his asshole (he wasn't a virgin, as he
took it like a trooper) and I foraged my fingers in his hole. I put a bit
more lube on my cock, feeling it twitch and harden under my touch, and
stepped up, slapping it against his open ass. When I felt him moan and push
his ass against my cock, I knew he was ready, and rammed it home.
Generally, I take it slow. But there I just couldn't. He moaned very
loudly, and I along with him. His ass felt like heaven, boiling hot and so
tight. I could feel my balls tighten up already. I waited a bit, then
started to hammer it.

Again, and again, I went in and out, in and out. I could feel his fingers
touching his pussy, as they also touched my balls when I was in, and not
long after, he took my balls and rub them against him, moaning. It was so
fucking hot – very far from what I'd ever experienced, but even without
much of a cock (does a two inches clit count as a cock?) his muscles and
his deep voice left no doubt that this was indeed a man I was banging. I
couldn't stand it too much more, and took it out (as I hadn't worn a
condom), and jerked it on his hole. He moaned while still touching himself,
and I came all over his asshole and his pussy (the hairless slit of which I
could finally see). The combination of (safe) public exposure and the sight
of this beautiful ass gave me one of the best orgasms I'd ever experienced.


He moaned a lot, but he still hadn't came. I bent over and licked my cum
off his asshole – I loved to do that but had to be quick, as I had 2
minutes tops after my orgasm to do that before feeling disgusted. I licked
his ass, and then thought, what the hell?  He'd given me head! So I went
lower and licked at his pussy – I'd expected a disgusting taste, but
there was none. It just tasted of cum (mine) and sex. I licked and licked,
then after a few seconds, I felt him tense up, while he squeaked a tensed
"don't stop!!" then shuddered and tensed all over, riding the waves of his
orgasm. By then I'd got back to his asshole, which was winking again and
again, closing up on my tongue.


After a while I stopped, and sat on the bench next to him, while he
crouched and put his head on my sweaty thigh. I caressed his hair and he
smiled contentedly.

"How about that shower now, huh?" I said, as I rose and he followed me.


To be continued