Date: Tue, 20 Oct 2009 15:39:46 -0700 (PDT) From: TJ Subject: Bisexual / encounters / str8 man I'm of age and you should be too. Respect the local laws and avoid publishing this under prohibited circumstances. All rights reserved. Keep speech free! ------------------ I've been running in the morning but after this rain and the lack of street repairs in my neighborhood I changed my approach and headed to the gym down the highway from me. It was a boxers gym with a full size ring and regular scheduled training going on. It resemble a movie set with the old boxers watching the young guns taking a whoopin' in the ring. It was really noisy in that room. The side for endurance training had all the machines - rowing, treadmill, elliptical, stair climbers, all that stuff. The room didn't have any windows, just the big double doorway leading to the hallway to the showers or to the ring. The treadmills faced the hallway - and were very low tech - jump on and start your training. The young boxers were usually doing a bunch of cross training so they would come running in from the weight room, jump on a machine do their 10 minutes and jump and run out. It took a while to get used to the guys coming in without much notice - no talk - train and run. I was in the groove of it and hit the place daily around 4pm. Did my 2 hours of variety and then headed home. Since I lived so close, I usually didn't use the showers. I hadn't mingled much - just at the front counter where the owners daughter managed the shop and the membership. She was cute, built and looked like she could rip the asshole out of an elephant. I always addressed he with utmost respect. She was really nice as well - nice smile to see when I arrived. I was on my 2nd month of running when I was stopped on the way out by a trainer who was holding down the fort for Nicole at the front desk. He asked "how's the training was coming along?" "good - I'm getting my miles up" I turned back to the counter and stuck out my hand and said " I'm Luke, How's it going?" He stood up behind the counter and topped out at 6'3" or better and stuck his massive hand out "hey, nice to meetcha - I'm Jason" "You can call me J". "I've been seeing you coming and run and then leave and just wondered if you wanted to kick up your training and move into the weights or maybe even try the ring out?" and with a big smile he added "just trying to keep busy - kick up some business". I told him that I usually just ran so that I could keep the weight down and it made me feel good before I went to work. He asked if I was headed to work now? and I filled him in on the late shift details. He nodded and added " that makes it tough to train." "It's too bad this isn't 24 hour because sometimes I like to run after I get out of work - it helps me wind down." "Yeah, it's not though." He added "but I know what you mean, I get in to a rep or two in the middle of the night from time to time - but I just use my key, keep the lights low and hit the rack" "yeah, that's cool". I thanked him for the offer and told him I'd keep it in mind - but really I didn't see myself jumping into the ring any time soon - even with the head guard and all. Weeks traveled by, I saw J from time to time at the gym and at my QuickMarket buying magazines and stuff. It was nice to see his massive presence. I'd usually see him before he saw me - baggie sweat pants and tight Lycra top. Usually Black on Black - looked tough. He was always quick with a smile and a hello. He was working his way into the back of my head subtly when Cruising through Craigslist I caught a profile of a man in a pic attached to an ad that would kick in his manly form and I would read "seeking m2m action - work out, sweat, suck, fuck, looking for regular hook-ups: NS/ND In Shape 6'4"/285# 9inches" I sat and stared at that ad and the shadowy picture with an outline of a chest and abs. That has to be J! My mind was screaming and my fingertips twitched as I move the mouse to click on reply. I wrote "sounds interesting - I running but don't do weights, does that fit in?" and clicked send. I set my sms feature for incoming emails and headed out to do my business. Late in the day I headed to the gym. As I passed the front desk, Nicole smiled and nodded as she talked on the phone, and I jumped onto the treadmill, tuned in my Ipod and started to run. In a runner's daze, I let my eyes just close slightly and focused on kickin up some speed. Pretty soon I was sweating so much that the ear pods were slipping out of my ears and in an instant they dropped, I stepped on one and yanked my ipond off the side of my waist and it went flying off the back of the machine. I yanked the cord and the machine slowly powered down. There was about 3 inches between the wall and machine so I got down and tried to see where it had bounced to. My face was on the treads and I was completely extended along the row when J walked by the opening. He immediately came in and asked if I was ok? "yeah - my ipod went flying, it's under here somewhere" J said, "move, let me show you this trick" and he reached down and picked up the end of the treat and it rose up and clicked into a lock. "oh yeah, I forgot about that" I said. He smiled wryly and asked "do you see it?" I went back to my search and retrieved my ipod. "thanks" I said. "my ears filled up with sweat and the pods slipped out" J said, " yeah, that can happen" as he lowered the machine back into place. I was padding off the sweat from my brow as I watch the hulk adjust the machine back into position. While bent over 90 degrees he turned his head toward me and said "you might as well jump on another machine - this one is soaked, you could slip off it" I chuckled and said "yeah I'm extra wet today - must be from the beer" and I climbed onto the next machine. J wandered off to the side and returned with a small rag and dried the tread off. He paused and watched me for a bit and then commented "you should bring your arms up a little and swing less - you'll feel the difference and waste less energy, last longer..." I was staring straight ahead and pulled up my arms and modified my posture. He was right. It felt easier. "Hey thanks" I added. J replied "yeah, looks real good" smiled and headed for the doorway. As he turned the corner he tucked the rag into this sweats and turned toward the locker room. As his tight ass moved around the corner my cock jumped reacting to the scene. Sweat - ah the common denominator! I thought. I looked at the clock and I was about to be late if I didn't get moving so I jumped off, grabbed my gear and headed out. Curiosity got the best of me and I turned toward the locker room. I wasn't wearing any jock or underwear so my hardon was getting pretty visible. Nothing new in this place as the guys walked around with their cocks out and proud. So I rounded the corner into the locker room - showers were quiet and the only sound was that of a light humming in the back corner. I looked around and saw the water fountain and headed to it. It churned into a stream of cool water and as I bent to take it I could see J sitting with his back to me straddling the dressing bench. He had his ear pods in and obviously enjoying the tunes with some humming and some body moves. He looked really good. I continued to look as I sucked the cool stream in until I was full. At that I was out of there and off to work. After work I check the email, checked the adult sites for possible hook ups, and ran through the craigslist ads. I got to missed connections and a newly posted ad came up in front of me. "Lost your email address". It had a pic and I usually open one with pics even if I'm not interested - and there was a copy of the original ad with the shadowy profile asking for the guy who replied to respond to this ad. Yeah! Click, send. Done. Let' do this. 3 emails later we were on the phone speaking in subdued tones about how we both like the look and feel and smell of a guy after and during a work out. I couldn't tell if it was J. He didn't want to share names yet. I told him that when I'm running I get a hardon while I'm daydreaming. The tone changed there. He said that he wasn't into guy's cocks so much as he was getting his cock into a hot mouth after a work out. "oh, ok" I said. "Do you like to suck a man's sweaty cock?" he asked. "well, I might" i told him that I hadn't had that much experience but choke a few down. He chuckled in a nasty tone and said "I've got a 9 incher and love to place the head of my cock on the lips of a guy and watch him try to swallow it. guys usually gag the whole thing down after a bit of coaching" "Coaching?" I asked. "How do you do that?" "What do you say or do to get the entire cock in?" "You ready to try that?" he asked. "I thought you'd never ask." I said. "Do you have a place to work out?" he asked "I usually go to Avila's Gym for a run" I said. "ahhh" He said. "so do you know J, the trainer at Avila's?" "uh, yeah, not well, but I know who he is. We've talked a couple to times." "yeah? You know that he's straight, don't you?" he said. "Yeah, I kinda figured that, but I didn't really think about it. He's a good looking dude - totally in shape. He's a nice guy" I said. "Thank you" he said and the line was quiet. "And...what's that mean?" I asked "You're J?" "Yea" he answered "what do ya think?" "Wanna come over to the gym right now?" He asked. "Yea, I can be there in 10, you?" "I'm here now, come on down. Call me when you get to the parking lot. I'll let you in the side doors." he said and with a quick good bye - I was heading out. The metal side door opened and the light from inside though dim lit the way in. I passed by the massive chest in a black wife-beater and into the ring area. The ring was invisible in the light but the way to the weight room was clear before us. I turned toward J and could see his manhood clearly in the profile of his sweats. As my eyes returned to his he smiled and said "let's work up a sweat. Can you spot me?" "sure, let's go" I said enthusiastically. He moved in and put his arm over my shoulders and said "let's hit the gym, buddy" Rep after rep he worked his chest in ways I'd never seen. I stood in admiration of his strength and his supremely erect cock - the tent was beginning to have a substantial wet spot at the end where it tested the strength of the cloth. I was fixated on the spot when he stopped and stood up. He was dripping with sweat. He turned and told me to get on the bench. He racked the bar and told me to get a grip on it. I reached up and as he spotted me grabbed the bar. He was holding it down as I adjusted my hands. I lifted it off the rack and hefted it to get used to the weight. J backed up and as I began my reps he stepped out of my view. As I began to falter in the lift he stepped up and produced a distraction I was expecting but yet couldn't have. J had taken off his sweats and tee and was now standing proud as the day he as born with his long fat cock waving above me. I released the bar to his control but kept my grip as it was placed into the rack. His hands moved to cover mine and as those massive paws covered mine hands I looked to see what he was thinking. I arched my head slightly to get him into view and he took that to be the cue - he dropped his rosy cock head onto my face and slide the sweat meat around my face. His pubes and balls were soaked and the found their way to my face. I opened my mouth and he dropped them into the opening. I lapped his balls and sucked each into my mouth soaking them even more. J groaned with pleasure and I stuck my tongue out and edge my way to his ass crack. He obliged me by sliding his ass in to greet my probe. We worked the ass crack until it was running saliva down my face and jaws. He pulled up and I caught my breath. "Sit up" he said in a coarse full of sex throaty grunt. He released my hands and I sat up. the blood in my head displaced and I was dizzy for a second. He reached down to the base of the bench and pulled the pin, raised the back and latched it into place. "Relax" he said - I leaned back. J moved around and straddled the bench his cock sticking straight out. He positioned himself and I looked up at him. I love the nasty look of a man when he's ready to fuck. I stuck my tongue out like I was in church and J gently laid his cock on my lips. I circled the head and took a deep breath. I could smell my spit and his sweat. I sucked the head in and out like a lolly pop and J backed up parting my suction and then leaned in to bury the next few inches. When he swayed back the smacking of the suction being broken echoed in the quiet of the gym. I kept my eyes on the prize and wondered if he was ready to get to the base of it. Two more lunges and his balls were sticking to my chin and he was groaning in utter delight. "ho ho ho, man, I don't believe it! Aw fuck, that's awesome. Ohhh!" J let out like a howl. my eyes were watering and I could feel the pressure on my neck from this monster cock. I was proud I got it down. I moved my throat muscles and swallow and J bucked in confirmation that I was hitting the spot for him. He withdrew to the tip and looked down and said - "you ready?" "Can you take a fuckin'?" without dropping his cock from my lips I nodded yes and gagged an 'uh-huh' around the meat in my mouth. J stepped up onto the lower bar on the rack allowing him to bend at the knees and never pulling his cock out of my mouth he moved in for the fuck. He counter balanced himself on the bar at the top of the rack and began to fuck my face with a predictable rhythm. I closed my eyes and thought of the rhythm that I assume when i get on the treadmill and the ramming shaft soon sync'd with it. I was still holding on to the bar and J's hands were next to mine and with every thrust his giant hands expanded to touch mine. I could see his massive chest flexing as he balanced and fucked my mouth. The friction was warming my lips up and the began to feel like they were on fire then the saliva would overflow and lube the hole up. J began talking as he fuck with a steady motion. "Aw buddy, you're mouth is fucking HOT! oh man I can't get enough of this pussy mouth, I knew you'd be a great cocksucker, I knew it, aw fuck, you're good. hmmm..." He was talking himself into his orgasm, I could tell. he was pumping faster with each lurid comment and his balls were battering my chin. They were getting tighter and harder and his thrusts were getting abrupt and shorter. I knew I was going to be eating cum soon. "You gonna swallow all my cum like a good cocksucker, boy?" he said. Slam, slam, slam.. "are you?" "You gonna?" I began to groan out a response. Each time his cock hit the back of my throat the distinction would drift into vibrations. and J started jumping at the hole he was fucking. I couldn't believe the speed at which he was going at it! Jason's slapping balls preceded him cumming with a bunch of jerky slams and one last deep single thrust burying his pulsing cock to the base. My nose pressed tight against his muscle abs, the sensation of his wiry pubes against my now raw lips, his cum began to fill my throat and with each spray J would punctuate it with an appreciative "aw, fuck, yeah!" The first blast of cum went down without a drop diverted. But then the rapid flow came and filled the hole and began to drip out the sides of my mouth. I rolled my tongue around and the sweet salty thick cum was a taste treat. I swallowed in big gulps and stands of cum that were hanging around the perimeter were sliding back into my sucking hole. In a moment we were both still and Jason's cock was throbbing in place. Then the flow began to be noticeable. His sweat was rolling down his chest and stomach and now rolling like a wave over my forehead and face. As I held tight to the treasure in my mouth the salty compliment of sweat made it's way to my lips. From the silence came " you still good?" "I love this part, damn, that was awesome" "how'd you like that?" "Hmm?" I took a deep breath and sighed a long, low groan that vibrated his cock and balls on my face. "awe, man, that's sweet" "do that again" I repeated my groan and the response was not a sound but another blast of cum. "aw shit, that's fucking awesome" I thought he was going to pull out when his cock began to swell and what was previously softening turned stiff. J pushed in and then out and stopped. He looked over the edge at his cock in my mouth. "You up for one more?" I took a deep breath and groaned a deep "uh-huh" "sweet! let's go!" Jason was set in motion and I was getting ready for the ride of my life! sweet! nsa_top@yahoo.com Loved it!