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On most nights, Rick went to the gym to watch Ruben work out.
Rick knew Ruben's gym schedule off by heart now - he knew today was chest day and that he would be here from exactly 8 pm to 9:15 pm. Despite his own hectic schedule, he always made the time to match his own routine to Ruben's.
He stared appreciatively in Ruben's direction as he lay at the bench press, benching his first, second, then third set. He watched the chest and arm muscles flex and grow taut with every movement. He watched Ruben's body slowly grow slick with sweat, soaking into his grey tank top in patches.
From Rick's standpoint at the treadmill, he had a perfect view of Ruben's bulge, framed by two muscular thighs. He imagined how he smelled.
Rick had to admit to himself that he had a little bit of an unhealthy obession with this man, coming in here day after day to ogle. But he had been entralled from the very first day Ruben set foot in this gym. He had the body of a god and he knew it, walking and talking like he owned the place. His laugh was deep and boisterous when he greeted all his gym buds with fist bumps and claps on the back.
He was definitely an alpha male, and Rick would kiss the ground he walked on if he could.
With a grunt, Ruben replaced the bar and sat up, catching Rick still ogling. Rick abruptly averted his eyes, embarrassed. He wondered if Ruben was aware of how much he stalked him.
Instead of staring directly, he shifted his gaze to the mirror across the room to continue his examination of Ruben towelling off his sweat. Once again, his eyes met with Ruben in the mirror, and in that split second Rick could have sworn that Ruben's expression changed to something like amusement.
Rick hopped off the treadmill he hadn't really been using and headed for the locker room. That was enough excitement for one day. He had almost...
"Hey faggot!"
Rick's head snapped round. It was late in the evening on a weekday. There was no one else in the gym.
Ruben stood a couple of feet away, head cocked on one side, frowning. He had taken off his tank top too cool off and his body shone with sweat. After his workout he looked bigger and bulkier than ever.
Rick's mouth went dry.
"You into guys, faggot?"
Terrified, Rick mumbled the first thing that popped into his head.
"Y-yes Sir!"
He added the "Sir" without even thinking. Ruben broke into a smile.
"I fucking thought so. You follow me around like a little puppy dog."
Rick's heart was going a million miles an hour, but he couldn't take his eyes off him. His dick started to stiffen in his shorts.
"Are you getting a fucking erection from me?" Ruben smirked, flexing a bicep, "Whatchu want faggot? Wanna worship this body?"
"I do Sir!"
"How about you start at my feet, faggot?"
Ruben walked past him into the locker room and sat down.
"Get licking, bitch."
Rick dropped to his knees in an instant. He lifted one of Ruben's feet up and started to unlace the shoe. The smell was strong after his workout, but it wasn't a bad smell. At least not to him. He peeled off the damp sock and put the foot to his face.
"Fuck, I can't believe you like this shit. What a disgusting faggot," Ruben said, rubbing his foot in Rick's face, "If I had known you were this eager, I would have done this a long time ago. Other foot."
"Yes Sir!"
Rick quicky removed the shoe and sock from the other foot and brought both to his face. He held one to his cheek and let his tongue gently caress the sole of the other foot, reveling in the sweaty scent. Every now and then he caught a glimpse of Ruben - two hairy, muscular legs leading up to a pair of red shorts with a growing tent. A thick, stocky body still shiny with sweat, and a devious grin plastered over that gorgeous face. Rick's own dick was hard as rock.
As Rick sucked on the toes of one foot, Ruben started to slap him in the face with his other foot.
"What. A. Dirty. Little. Faggot." Ruben said between slaps.
Rick loved every moment of it. Now that he was this close, the smell of musk and sweat was even stronger and it was driving him over the edge. He pulled his own shorts down and started to jerk off.
"Oi, put that shit away faggot," Ruben ordered, pushing him backwards with his foot. Rick lost his balance, his fully erect dick flopped around leaving a string of precum sticking to his leg.
"I don't want to see your fucking dick."
"Sorry Sir!"
Ruben brought both feet back to rest on the ground and Rick instinctively crawled forwards to continue licking them, this time with renewed effort to make up for his mistake. Ruben laughed and used one foot on the back of his head to force his head down lower.
Out of the corner of his eye, Rick saw the locker room door open.
"Oh shit."
Someone stepped inside, then immediately left again, probably shocked at the scene. Rick didn't see who it was, or recognise the voice, but his cheeks burned bright red at having been caught with his pants down, on his hands and knees, sucking on another man's toes. Ruben laughed.
"What's wrong faggot? Scared you got caught? Not out to the world as a faggot yet? Someone like you needs to be exposed so you can start learning your place. Isn't that right? You want me to use you like a slut."
"Yes Sir!"
"Then beg for it bitch."
"Please expose me as a faggot bitch, Sir! I love to be used and abused for the pleasure of men, especially you Sir!! Please use me any way you want!"
The locker room was silent after his outburst. Rick shouted the first thing that came to mind. He hadn't realised how desperate he sounded and now felt the tiniest pang of regret. He also wondered whether whoever it was that had walked in on them had heard too.
Ruben was silent for a minute. "That's right faggot, you're here for me to use. Fuck. This is making me hard."
Ruben pushed Rick away and pulled his shorts off. His thick member jutted out from a nest of dark hair, which snaked its way up along his abs and to his chest. His dick was semi-hard now, probably 8 inches when hard. And thick. Rick was entranced. Ruben started to stroke.
Rick crawled closer between his legs but Ruben pushed him back down with his foot.
"I'll tell you when I want you, faggot."
He rested one foot on Rick's shoulder, and let Rick take the other into his mouth. Rick slowly sucked on each of his toes, watching his muscle god jerk off. He didn't know where to focus on - should he look at the thick, veiny cock that gradually grew larger and harder? At the subtle flex of his bicep and forearm as he stroked? At the well-developed chest and abdominal muscles that heaved as his breathing got faster and faster? Or at that chiseled face and dark eyes, which stared back at him with such intensity? He was completely overwhelmed.
Ruben's breathing got shallower, and fresh sweat started to form on his body. He jerked his dick faster and faster. Rick watched, paralyzed apart from his tongue caressing Ruben's big toe.
With a groan, Ruben leaned forwards, grabbed Rick by the hair and pulled his face towards his crotch. A stream of thick hot cum shot into Rick's forehead and into his hair. Rick shut his eyes as the second shot hit him in the eye socket. Stream after stream hit his face until finally he was completely empty. Ruben wiped his dick clean on the side of Rick's cheek and released his grip on his hair.
Rick scooped the spunk away from his eyes. Ruben was leaning back against wall, massaging his still semi-hard dick. His skin gleamed in the fluorescent light.
He got up and headed for the showers, leaving Rick on his knees with a hard on and cum dripping down his face.
"Good work faggot. See you back here tomorrow."