Gym Boy

Gym Boy Part 2

By Matty Matt

NOTE: This is a work of fiction. It never happened.

It had to have been one of the best visits to the gym I ever had. I met this adorable little black boy who seemed to really dig me, but I couldn't tell for sure. After he left the sauna to go home, I kept replaying the day's events and I was certain that something sexual could have happened, if we had more time.

I finished up at the gym and went home. I was horny as hell and needed to jerk off. I took off my clothes and laid on my bed, getting the KY out to lube my cock. I thought about the kid's beautiful brown skin, his pretty eyes and his hot ass. I allowed myself to fantasize what it would be like to get it on with him. In the fantasy, I have the kid in my apartment, in my bedroom.......

We walk hand-in-hand to my bed. We are fully clothed at this point. I sit on the edge of the bed, facing the kid. He is wearing a t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts, white socks and high tops. From my seat he's a little taller than me now. I run my hands all over his small chest, up to his shoulders and down his arms, then I grasp both of his small brown hands.

"You are so cute," I say.

He smiles at me and says thanks. I lean up and kiss him on his small neck and then I pull him in closer with my left hand and I kiss his left earlobe. He shudders. I know he's getting turned on. I flick my tongue all around his small ears, down his neck and then back up to his full, red lips. His mouth is open as he is becoming more aroused by my oral givings so I easily slip my tongue into his mouth and kiss him hard, my hand around his neck pulling us in tight together.

He groans into my mouth and kisses me back. He puts his small arms around my neck and leans into my body. I move my right hand down and grab his hot ass and massage it through his shorts as we continue to passionately make out. He is a great kisser. He has his tongue deep into my mouth and is moaning. I keep squeezing his ass with my right hand and move my left hand down his chest, squeezing his dime-sized left nipple. He moans louder. My right hand moves up and massages his lower back, down to his thighs and up to his butt again. He loves it. While my right hand is all over his back, legs, and butt, my left hand is moving lower. Over his chest, to his belly button and finally to his crotch.

When I squeeze his very hard cock through his shorts, he pulls out of my mouth and says, "Oh, fuck yeah!"

"You like that, don't you?" I say to him, groping his hard boy cock through his shorts with my left hand and squeezing his round ass with my right.

"Ooooohh, yeah, play with it!" he says.

He is breathing hard now and I say, "Step back."

He does, giving me full access to his entire body. He is fucking gorgeous and horny. I run both hands over his belly and up to his chest, tweaking both nipples. He moans more.

"You like me squeezing your titties, don't you?" I say.

"Oooohh yes!" he says.

"Hold you arms up, over your head," I command him.

He does and I pull his t-shirt off him. I toss the shirt to the side and I say, "Come here." He steps right in front of me.

"Yeah," I say, "You are one hot fucking kid."

I put my right hand on his hot ass again and begin squeezing his butt through his shorts and rub my left hand across his belly, down his leg and over his crotch. I look up into his eyes and I stick my tongue out and lick his right nipple.

"Oh, god, that feels sooo good!" he cries.

I suck it hard and nibble it a little. The kid squeals and grabs my head and forces me harder into his small body. I work my hands all over him - back, chest, legs, ass, and, of course, crotch. He is wild with passion by this point, and I go for it. I unzip his shorts and rip them down. Boxers, too. There was his cock: 4 inches, cut, hairless, and hard as a rock.

"Oh, baby, you got a nice dick!" I say.

And before he responds, I lean down and swallow his boy cock whole. I swirl my tongue over his shaft, in his pisshole, and bob my head up and down, taking it all in. My hands are on his ass, squeezing his now-exposed buns. The kid is loving it and pushed both hands onto my head, forcing all of his cock into my hungry mouth. After sucking him for a few seconds, I realize I need more. I need to fuck his sweet ass.

I pull off his cock, and I say, "Oh, baby, I gotta fuck you!"

I stand up and drop my jeans to my ankles. Then I sit back on the edge of the bed, and turn him around.

I say, "Bend over!" and he does without question.

I play with his beautiful ass for a moment, then spread his cheeks apart and lick all up and down his crack.

"Fuck, you taste good!" I say. "You like this? You like having me lick your ass?" I say.

"Oooohhh yes, please don't stop!" he begs.

I dive back in between his ass cheeks and slobber all up and down his crack and settle in on his tight little pucker. I try to stick my tongue up his ass but he's too tight. I pull my mouth off his asshole, lick a finger, and wiggle it against his hole.

"Whatcha doing?" he asks.

"I'm gonna fuck your beautiful ass with my finger, that's what," I say back. And I shove my index finger up his virgin 9-year-old ass.

"Ooh, wow, that feels goooood!" he says.

"Oh yeah, I say, then I got something better for ya!"

I sit on the edge of the bed and pull his small body backwards, lining my cock up to his asshole. Then I force him back onto my cock hard, shoving my 6-inch cock all the way up his hot little asshole. He screams out in pain at first, but once I start rocking us back and forth, the pain turns to lust and he loves having a big white dick up his tiny black ass....

As I shoot my load into his worn butthole, I cum in real life from this fantasy. My cum shot all over my chest and the first spurt smacks me on the lips. I hadn't shot such a hard load in years! I thought. That kid really did a number on me.

I went back to the gym a few times after work that week. I didn't see the kid any time. But I did see some action. My gym is a regular gay hangout and several times the guys get it on in the shower. I've played, too. I know some of the other sex players and we set up an unspoken system of keeping watch while the action is going on.

The locker room layout is weird. The showers are the end of the locker room and the shower area is on an L formation. You walk into the tiled area of the showers and there are hooks to hang your towel on. Then you turn the corner and the showerheads are there. It's an open-style set-up; no individual stalls, just a gangbang deal like I had in high school. On a few occasions, I've stood at the edge of the towel racks and watched out for any intruders as the other guys sucked and fucked in the showers. If anyone came in, I could warn them before anyone else saw. And the guys have done the same for me.

It's a good deal, which is why I have been a member of my gym for years. One time I caught this cute 14-year-old boy jerking off in the shower. He was really embarrassed and stopped, but I told him if he'd let me watch, I'd stand guard for him. He said OK. He was blond, and no body hair except for a little over his cock, which was about 5 inches long. And he whacked off hard and shot ropes of cum all over the place. I did that on several occasions for him. We didn't do anything sexual together, though.

So Saturday morning came around I decided to go to the gym to see if my new cutie boy would be there. It was possible since he was there the previous Saturday. I got there about 10 o'clock and it was fairly busy. I didn't see the kid and I was disappointed, but since I was there, I began my workout. I ran the treadmill first, then to the free weights before hitting the stationary weights. I had been in the gym for more than an hour and had almost forgotten about seeing the kid again when I heard this small voice say, "Hi."

I looked up and there he was - my sexy little boy. He was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt with high tops. That sweet angelic face. Looking at him just then reminded of that kid in the computer commercials.

I sat up, sweat dripping off my head and down my back. "Hi," I said. "When did you get here?" I asked.

"'Bout 10 minutes ago, I guess," he said. I just looked at him for a minute. He was so cute.

"So, uh, you here by yourself?" I asked.

"Nope, my mom and my dad are downstairs," he said.

"Mmm," I said, disappointed. "But you're on your own while you're here?"

He nodded. Excellent, I thought. "Whatcha gonna work on?" I asked.

"The bike for now," he said.

"Maybe I'll see you later?" I asked.

"OK," he said and smiled.

What a pretty smile. He turned and went through the doors that led to the stationary bicycle area. I watched him go, and had my eyes set on his hot little butt and those two nicely shaped melons. My cock was getting hard. Then my common sense kicked in. He's just a kid, I thought. And his parents are here, for Christ sake! Get him out of your head and keep your distance. Sounded like good advice and I took it. I could see him through the door and I stole a few glances in his direction. He saw me a couple times and smiled. I smiled back. I never saw his parents check on him.

A guy went into the bike room and started his workout and the kid gravitated to him. The kid struck up a conversation with the guy, I saw. And the guy seemed to like the company. I couldn't hear what they were saying, they were too far away for that, but the guy looked a little nervous. Like someone who is about to do something wrong and doesn't want to get caught. He was a decent looking guy. About 35, brown hair and OK build. And not one of the guys who gets it on in the shower. I never saw him before, now that I thought about it.

The kid was on the bike next to the guy, just goofing off, not pedaling or anything. The guy wasn't going very fast. He was too much into the kid it seemed. Then I saw the most tale-telling sign. The guy grabbed his crotch and the kid looked. The guy was seeing if the kid was hot for dick. And the kid looked like he was. I did a few reps, not wanting to look suspicious when the guy got off the bike and headed past me toward the locker room. He looked over his shoulder and the kid got off his bike and headed in the same direction. The guy had turned the corner and out of sight range when the kid came near me.

"You finished?" I asked.

"Just goin' to the locker room," he said with a smile.

"Have fun," I said.

Just then his dad turned the corner. I hadn't seen the man when he got the kid the previous Saturday so I had no idea what he looked like. He was dark brown, muscles everywhere, and could easily kick my ass if I did anything with his kid. He was also looking scared.

"There you are!" he said in a deep baritone voice to the kid. ""Where you been? Been lookin' everywhere for ya!" he said.

"I was over on the bike," he said, pointing to the bike he was on.

"OK, OK, look. You mom twisted her ankle doin' aerobics and I gotta take her to the hospital. It's swollen and lookin' bad," he said. "Can you stay here by yourself and not get into trouble? I don't feel like watchin' you at the hospital," he said.

The kid nodded and said, "I can take of myself, daddy. I ain't bothering anyone," he said.

His dad looked at me and asked, "He ain't botherin' you is he?"

"No, he's not bothering me at all," I said. "In fact, I can keep an eye on him while you're taking care of you wife, if you want," I offered.

"That would be great," he said, looking a little relieved. "I'm Jermaine and this is Jason," he said.

"Nice to meet you," I said. "I'm Matt."

"All right. Look," he said to Jason, "I gotta go now. Keep outta trouble. You hear?" he said.

"Yes, daddy. And I'll listen to Matt, too," he said and smiled at me.

"Fine. I'll try to be back in a couple hours. If you leave, that's fine, you don't have to stay on account of him," Jermaine said.

"OK," I said.

With that, he left again. Jason and I looked at each other and I said, "I hope you mom will be OK."

"Me too," he said looking a little sad.

"Well, you were going to go have some fun, right? In the locker room?" I said.

His eyes brightened and said, "Yeah, I was."

He smiled again and headed in that direction. I lifted a few more weights and then I realized that I should probably check on Jason. Jason. What a sweet name. And he looked like a Jason, too. Too cute. I did say that I would keep an eye on him, right? I asked myself. So I got up and headed for the locker room.

Most of the early morning people had left and the locker room appeared empty. I heard the shower going and I had to take a peek. I approached the shower area and my heart was racing. I peeked around the corner and my jaw dropped at what I saw: the guy from the bike room was on his knees, sucking Jason's cock! >From where I stood, Jason's ass was mostly facing me and the guy was groping it as he swallowed Jason's cock. I could see Jason's dick going in and out of the guy's mouth. It looked to be about 4 inches long just like in my fantasy and the look on Jason's face was pure bliss! He was getting his dick sucked and he was loving it! In fact, Jason's hands were on the guy's head, pushing him down on his dick.

I was mesmerized by the sight. My dick was hard as a rock and I wanted to join in on the fun. But I knew it wasn't safe.

I stepped around the corner and said, "Hey! What the fuck are you doing?"

The guy jumped up and tried to say something, but there wasn't anything to say. I saw everything and the guy's dick was hard. He quickly left the shower without saying a word.

Jason looked scared, like I was going to hit him or something.

"Come on," I said to him.

He walked out of the shower, still wet. He grabbed his towel and dried off some.

"Where is your locker?" I asked.

"Over here," he said and we walked over to his locker.

"Get you underwear out and put them on. Then come into the steam room. I want to talk to you," I said.

He nodded and said, "OK."

I stopped by my locker first and took off my clothes except for my boxers. I took my towel and headed for the steam room. There wasn't anyone in there and I turned on the steam and sat in the back. I was aroused beyond words. I was shaking all over even though it started to get hot in the steam room. Jason came in and came back to where I was sitting and he sat beside me, on my right.

"What were you doing in there?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. He was looking at his feet.

"You were getting your dick sucked," I said as if this really needed to be said.

"Yeah," he said. He looked up at me and asked, "You're not gonna tell on me, are ya?"

I looked at him, into those beautiful brown eyes and said with a smile, "No, I'm not going to say anything to anyone." He smiled back and looked relieved.

"So how did that happen?" I asked.

"Wellllllllll, we were talking in the bike room and, I don't know, he asked me if I wanted to get my dick sucked and I said, 'Yeah,' and then we got in the shower and he sucked it," he said.

"Looked like you were enjoying yourself," I said.

He looked up at me and grinned. "Yeah, he was really good at it too!" he said. That shocked me and it must have shown on my face.

"Are you mad?" he asked.

"Uh, no, I'm not mad, just surprised that's all. You ever had your dick sucked before?" I asked.

"No," he said.

But he looked like he was going to say something else, so I prodded him a bit. "Did you ever do anything like that before?" I asked. He hesitated and I helped him out by saying, "I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Not even my dad?" he asked.

"Not even your dad," I said.

"All right," he said. "I kinda did something before," he said.

My heart was racing at the sound of this. I knew it was none of my business, that I should stop now, but I couldn't. I had to hear what he had done.

"It's OK," I said. "You can tell me." And to emphasize the point, I put my right hand on his left thigh and gave it a squeeze.

"It's pretty bad," he said.

"Bad how?" I asked.

"Like bad," he said.

"Oh, I'm sure it's not all that bad," I said. I was very turned on and my dick was rock hard. Thankfully I was wearing boxers with a button fly, otherwise it would have been hanging out by now. I noticed a bulge in his boxers. The steam was really getting going by that point and it obscured the door and the front half of the room. If anyone came in, he probably wouldn't see us right away. That was good as this conversation was taking a very interesting turn.

"Ya promise you won't tell?" he asked again.

"I already said I wouldn't, right? Come on, besides, I've already seen you getting your dick sucked. What could be worse?" I asked.

He nodded. Then he took a deep breath and said, "I sucked my dad's dick." He closed his eyes shut and was expecting the worst. I was floored.

"You sucked your dad's dick?" I asked in disbelief. He nodded, eyes still shut.

"You can open your eyes," I said. And I squeezed his thigh again. "How did that happen?" I asked.

"Well, he doesn't know that I did it," he said.

"How does he not know you did it?" I asked.

"'Cause he was sleeping, drunk, when I did it," Jason said. I nodded and processed this information. The kid was so hot for dick that he took the risk of sucking his dad's cock when he was passed out drunk. I admired him for it and it relaxed me some since I knew that Jason wouldn't tell on me if we did anything.

"Wow," I said. "That must have been fun."

"You don't think I'm weird or gross?" he asked.

"No, not at all. Actually I'm kinda turned on by it," I said and looked down at my tented boxers. The steam had completed filled the room so no one else would know we were there unless they actually came back to where we were sitting. It was as private a place as I could have hoped for.

Jason looked between my legs and smiled. "Guess you are," he said. "I am too," he said, and we both looked at his tented boxers.

I scooted over and was pressing my right thigh into his left one. I put my right hand around his slim waist and massaged his left thigh with my left hand. "Since we're both turned on by you sucking your dad's dick, why don't you tell me about it?" I asked.

"OK," he said. He seemed eager to talk about it and he liked me touching him.

"This happened a long time ago, like two months ago," he said. "Dad went out drinking the night before and mom got mad when he came home and made him sleep in the other bedroom. And the next morning mom told me to go get him up for breakfast and I did," he said. I was massaging his thigh with my left hand and my right hand began rubbing his back and waist.

Jason continued, "So I went into the other room where he was sleepin' and he was still sleeping and I tried to shake him to wake him up, but he was out."

"So what did you do then?" I asked.

I swung my right leg behind him and put it so that Jason was now between my legs. I rubbed my left hand over his thigh and his lower leg and with my right hand I began to rub up and down his back, shoulders, and down his right leg. He was really enjoying himself and I felt him relax under my touches.

"Well, he was layin' on his belly, so I thought if I could roll him over, he might wake up. So I rolled him over and the sheet fell off him. He wasn't wearing anything and I saw his dick," he said.

"What did it look like?" I asked.

"Big. And thick. And it was hard. I just looked at it for a minute and then I tried to wake him up by shaking him again," Jason said. "But that didn't work. He musta really drank a lot 'cause he was out."

"So then what did you do?" I asked.

I stepped up my rubbing and practically put my arms around him, rubbing and massing every inch of his sweet little body that I could touch. Over his chest and belly. His shoulders. His little arms. Everywhere except his crotch. I left that alone. He was leaning against me by this point, turned-on by my handling of him and his head was resting against my upper chest. I kissed the top of his head, and kissed down to his ears, and his neck. I could feel this heavy breathing and he began to play with himself through his boxers. My hard cock was straining against my boxers and it was rubbing against his lower back. His eyes were closed as he continued his story.

"I went over and locked the door," he said. "I didn't want mom to see me. Then I touched dad's chest really lightly. He didn't move."

"Did you like rubbing his chest?" I asked him with my mouth against his right ear.

"Mmmm, yeah," he said. "Dad's got a nice body 'cause he works out a lot."

"And then what happened?" I asked, squeezing his little nipples. He really liked that and stiffened a bit.

"You OK?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," he said. "Feels really good," he said. He was squeezing his cock through his underwear and it was really turning me on.

"You know what will feel even better?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"Take your boxers off and then it'll be easier to play with your dick," I said.

He sat up and slid his boxers off, exposing his hard 4-inch cock. It looked delicious. He began to play with it but before leaning against me again he asked, "You gonna take yours off?"

"Guess it would only be fair, wouldn't it?" I asked.

I stood up, with my butt facing him and slipped my boxers to my ankles. I turned around, my 6-inch cock jutting out at a 45-degree angle. I could barely see him through the steam but he was looking at my dick that was only a foot from his small brown face.

"Can I suck it?" he asked.

"Oh, baby, yes!" I said.

I felt his small hand grab it at the base and then I felt a warm sensation as his mouth enveloped my dickhead. It was heavenly! I could just see him through the steam, working on my cock. His eyes were closed, concentrating on giving me a blowjob. He scraped the underside with his teeth and I told him about it. He tried it again and learned quickly. He gave me one fucking fantastic blowjob. Too bad it only lasted 30 seconds. I felt my orgasm building and I pulled cock out if his mouth and jerked it a couple times, spewing jizz on his lips, face and chest.

I was breathing hard and sat down beside him to recover. "That was great," I said. I looked at him, that beautiful brown face drenched in white cum. It was funny and I started to giggle. He did too.

"Did I do good?" he asked.

I leaned over and kissed his cum-covered lips and said, "You were great! Now let's get you cleaned up."

Just then, outside the steam room door, came a shout. "Jason! You in here?" It was his dad. We both froze.

"Shhh," I said. "He can't see anything because of the steam. Just be quiet," I said. I started wiping my cum off him with my boxers when the steam room door opened.

"Jason, you in here?" Jermaine yelled.

I said, "Hey, Jermaine, it's Matt and Jason went to get a drink. He should be back soon."

"Shoulda known," he said and left.

We finished cleaning ourselves up and headed out. He took a shower to get the rest of the cum off him. "Look, Jason, it was great and I want to do it again, but I gotta go before your dad gets back. What we did stays between you and me, right?" I asked.

"Yup!" he said.

"See ya, Jason!"

"Bye, Matt!" And I left.