GAY GYM RAT I
Weekend part time jobs for a college kid aren't easy to find but it looked like I had found one. The local gym had one that looked ideal for me. No skills required and showers always busy with naked men. And boys. Saturday 2:00 to 6:00 and Sunday 9:00 to 2:00. The ideal part was that the manager informed me that it wasn't advertised as such but it was primarily gay. And I would be required to work naked. My parents would have a fit if they knew what kind of a gym it was but home was some two hundred miles away and no chance they would know.
I
In sixth grade I had groused to a friend of mine, Jimmy, that lately I had been awakened at least weekly by gooey sheets and I hadn't figured out why. He jacked off for me, I went home, locked myself in the bathroom and bingo! A new daily joy and no more of those lousy dreams. I reported success to Jimmy and he said, "OK, I showed you how to do it, so your turn to show me." So I did, and it was such a hoot I hadn't been able to get it out of my mind since then. The bad news was that at school taking gang showers with other guys and I was having new troubles: looking at other boy's cocks and unless I had beat my meat that morning I would pop a boner. Now I had a job when I could spy on a bunch of naked guys with my clothes off and enjoy a load of dicks without embarrassing myself. I had long ago come to the conclusion I was probably gay because besides minor curiosity I had no interest in gandering pussy.
I picked up a lot of towels, did minor jobs like polishing mirrors etc. My fave job was checking out the sauna because it was closed in, darkened, and not infrequently containing a guy jacking off. Yesterday there were two men jacking each other. I couldn't take my eyes off them. It must have been pretty obvious I was fascinated because one of them asked me to join them. "Gee, I'd like that but if I got caught I'd lose my job for sure," I said. The guy on the left said, "So who would look in and complain? Come on over and show us that boner." So I did and sat between them.
"My for a youngster you carry a nice tool. Must be an eight incher," the man on my left said. And he reached over, put my hand on his boner and his hand on mine. Mr. Right put my other hand on his cock which was dripping clear juice, and said, "So do you like the taste of precum?" I told him no, I'd never tried it. "Well, mine's damn tasty so give it a try," he said. So I reached down, caught some on my finger and licked it off. Yummy! I could hardly wait to taste mine! Mr. Left began to stroke my boner so unbidden I started to do him. Mr. Left said, "Hey, how about me!" So there I was, jacking two guys while getting mine done at the same time. Wow, what an introduction to gay sex!
I must have lasted all of thirty seconds before I popped. "Hey nice load, I guess you enjoyed it," Mr left said. Mr. Right was next. His boner was lovely to feel throbbing in my hand. He gushed rather than my squirting but he unloaded much more than I did. When Mr. Left went off I let go and watched his cock jump and squirt. It was even more fun than feeling to watch that big tool dance!
"Hey guys, I'd better clean this place up, it smells to high heaven," I said. "I'll show you a real high heaven. What time do you quit working tomorrow?" Mr. Left said. I told him 2:00. "My name's Brad. Meet me in my car, it's a black Ford, will be in the far corner of the parking lot. License plate's easy to remember, CM 42, tomorrow afternoon at 2:00. And do NOT jack off in the meantime!"
The day dragged out forever until quitting time. His car was a hike to isolation as he said, the faaar corner of the parking lot. He was in the back seat and he motioned me to join him. This time it was light enough to really see him. He looked thirtyish, nice enough and with a big smile. "I'm Brad, remember? And what's your handle?" He said. "Dan," I replied. He pulled his pants down and he wasn't wearing underpants. His dick was half erect. "It was too dark in the sauna to get a good look at your tool so pull your pants down and give me a good peek," he said.
"Damn, you're just a kid, I'm a good five inches taller than you and your cock is bigger than mine," he said. He was hard now and he pulled my hand down to it. "I wish I had an oversized dickhead like yours. Has it ever been sucked?" He said. I shook my head. "Well, I'd like to be the first and I guarantee you'll like it. Keep your eyes open, we don't want a surprise window peeker." He took my hand off his boner and said, "If you enjoy this, pay attention to what I'm doing 'cause I'll want you to return the favor."
He began to just lick around my glans until he could harvest a drop of precum, and then used thumb and forefinger to strip my tool and get more of my tasty juice. Then took my whole organ into his mouth, swirled his tongue round and round and slowly lifted his head. He got to my cockhead and just gave it a good around and around lavage. Damn! What a sensation! All too quickly the pressure in my pelvis ramped up along with the sensitivity of my dickhead. And I started to moan: "Ah jeez, I'm gonna cum....."
TO BE CONTINUED
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