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Karim: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/110416772820
James: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/110703407042
Max: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/136727806281/captain-john-stuff-marc-corbin-fisher
Louis: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/130174790675
Prologue:
I sighed as I looked at my body in the bathroom mirror. It wasn't bad per se, but it had certainly been better in my life. I contemplated my navel, both literally and figuratively, as I toweled off the droplets from my recent shower. It seemed deeper than usual, probably because of the little paunch I had developed. It wasn't my fault, I reasoned, the cards were just stacked against me. I'm half-Italian, and that side of the family is known for having big bones and bigger meals. Plus, I played football in college, and post-graduation I kind of forgot that you can't eat like at athlete when you have a desk job organizing non-profits. And then there was Jared...
I met Jared my senior year at university. He and I were both jocks, and I met him at a party after one of his baseball games. I should have known he'd be trouble, but I fell for him fast. Jared was tall, lithe, blonde, and a voracious bottom. I had been a little shy around guys before I met him, but he really helped me come out and be comfortable with who I am. He wasn't perfect: he exclusively bottomed despite how much I really wanting to try getting into it; he didn't like it when I talked to other gay men; and he got bitter when I would prioritize the gym over him. Then, six months after graduating, nine into our relationship, he broke up with me over voice mail, saying that I bored him and he needed a more dominant top in his life. I didn't take it well. My relationship with Jared had left me inexperienced at bottoming, isolated from other gay men, and starting a slippery slope to physical inactivity. I turned to my family, who recommended the unfortunate solution to eat my problems away.
So here I was, heading to work, straining to button my shirt over a hairy gut, panting as I walked down the stairs to my car, and sweating from the sun coming through the windshield. I felt a little bit guilty as I turned into the drive through, but it didn't stop me from pulling out my wallet and ordering that breakfast burrito. As I grabbed my wallet however, a business card fell out. I couldn't remember pocketing it, but I figured I must have before. It was black, with a couple Grecian statues flanking the words. Turning it in the light, the words "Gym Gymnos" glimmered in a rainbow hue, followed by an address and phone number. I tossed it on the passenger seat as I reached for my food, ignoring it until, with a pop, one of my shirt buttons flew off, hitting the McDonald's server in the forehead. It was time to go to the gym.
August
The sliding glass doors opened into a sleek, minimalistic lobby. The center was dominated by an ancient-looking statue of two men wrestling. The plaque must've been a joke; there's no way this statue was actually reclaimed from the Coliseum. I had already signed up online, been interviewed, and I was ready to take a tour of the facilities. I approached the front desk, where a muscular Asian man told me to wait for my personal trainer. I stood awkwardly off to the side, stealing glances at the extremely muscular men walking in and out. I felt so out of place, as the only out of shape guy around, and was getting ready to leave when my trainer approached. He was tall, dark-skinned, had huge biceps, and was vaguely familiar...
"Karim?" I asked, slightly incredulous. It couldn't be, but the man in front of me had the same face, the same mischievous eyes as a guy I knew back in high school. For a brief moment I was excited to see a familiar face, before I realized that I hadn't been the nicest person to him. Karim had been scrawny and had a high-pitched voice back when I knew him, and while I thought I was being hilarious at the time, he probably didn't appreciate the jokes I made at his expense.
"Joshua, wow! I haven't seen you since graduation. How've you been, man?" he asked, clasping my hand in a very firm handshake.
"I've been doing alright. Took it pretty easy in college, but I'm enjoying where I am now. I work with organizing non-profits. You've really grown, dude!" I replied.
He laughed at that. "So have you, I see." His eyes flicked down to my belly, and I blushed, embarrassed. "Aw, don't feel bad," he continued, "That's why you're here to begin with, right? It's just a joke, we're all friends here." That last phrase sounded familiar, and as he led me into the gym, I realized it's what I had always told him whenever I would make a joke at his expense. I cringed internally.
Karim showed me around the gym, as was his job, cheerfully pointing out the rooms and equipment as we passed. He pointed out one stairway, behind a locked glass door. "That right there is our `member's only' section," he explained. "It has some special equipment and private rooms to work out in. In order to be allowed up there, you need to be inducted by a man who's already part of the exclusive club."
"I'll probably never make it," I lamented with a chuckle, patting my gut, but he shook his head.
"Membership isn't based on who's the strongest or who has the biggest muscles. It's about who personifies the Gym Gymnos spirit."
"And what's that entail?" I asked.
"The Gymnos spirit is about trying your hardest to be the best you can ever be. It's not about comparing yourself to others or competing on anything more than a superficial level. It's about baring your soul naked to the world, showing everyone who you are, and not being afraid to be that person." I was a little blown away by the passion in his voice, and surprised a gym had such an inspirational philosophy. It resonated with me, and I quietly made up my mind that one day, I would be allowed to the upper floors.
Karim's tour of the building ended in the locker room, where, after using the restroom, I changed into my gym gear, before heading out with him to the weight room. He wanted to get a general idea of what I could do at this point, to get a baseline to improve on. In short, I was not impressed by myself, though Karim said he'd worked with much worse. I was struggling to lift my minimum weights from a year ago, and by the end of it I was sweating like a pig and my muscles were trembling from exertion. I dreaded adding cardio to my routine.
An hour later, I was back in the lockerroom again, feeling a bit disheartened despite Karim's promises that this was a good place to start from. I stripped, blushing slightly at Karim's up-down appraisal of my naked body. He was so much more muscular than me, so much hotter, and here he was checking me out. I was so intimidated, I almost said no when he asked if I wanted to shower first, though I realized that driving home this sweaty would be a problem. He offered to join me since he was just about to get off work himself. He stripped off his clothes, revealing a tanned body bulging with muscles. I tried to surreptitiously check out his chiseled abs and Adonis V as we strolled to the showers together, but I think he noticed my eyes on him. When we reached the showers, I reached for the closest handle to begin washing, but he stopped me, explaining that there was a more private area to shower that not many people know about.
"One of the perks of having me as a trainer," he said with a wink, "is that I don't mind spilling some of the secrets of Gym Gymnos." He led me to the end of the showers, where what seemed to be an alcove turned into a tiled hallway. Normally, I just would've assumed this led to a janitor's closet or something, but Karim walked me confidently to the end, where it opened up into a cluster of showers. "Usually it's just trainers who use this area, but that's not a rule or anything. Just one of the weird quirks the architect put it when designing this place. It's nice if you want to take a long shower without being judged for it, or if you just want to be someplace with other eyes off you." I appreciated him sharing the space with me, and we chatted as we showered, catching up on our lives post-highschool. The more we did, the more I felt bad about bullying him back in the day, until eventually I brought it up.
"I don't wanna sound weird or anything, but I wasn't the nicest to you back then. I was a jerk to you just to make my friends laugh. I was probably mean to a lot of people for a laugh and," I hesitated, "I just want to say I'm sorry." His smile disappeared, though he didn't seem angry, just thoughtful.
"Back in high school, I was struggling with a lot of things," he eventually said, "and I knew I could be a handful. There was a part of me that really admired you and your group, and wanted to be friends with you. But another part of me hated that I felt that way, and I did plenty of things that probably annoyed you to no end."
"Dude, we were all annoying back then—" I started, but he cut me off with a hand on the shoulder.
"Let me finish, Josh. I went out of my way to annoy you, even when I could tell you didn't like me. And to be fair to myself, I shouldn't have put up with some of the shit you did to me. But I kept coming back because I had a crush on you. I didn't want to admit I was gay for a long time, and that hurt me back then."
Before he could continue, I blurted out, "I'm gay too." I blinked, and blushed. I was taken aback at my own boldness. He didn't seem as startled.
"Yeah, I know," he said. "We hooked up with the same guy who told me. I was kinda bitter at first since if I had just acted a little cooler, maybe you woulda made a move on me. But I got over it. Working out really helped." My head was spinning a little. Maybe it was the heat from the showers, or this gorgeous man saying he thought I was hot, or the unfamiliar rush of endorphins from working out, but what I said next seemed out of character, even to me.
"What if I made a move right now?" I asked, mirroring him and putting a hand on his shoulder. Standing at the same height, my eyes met his, and I saw a fire there, barely contained. With a sudden ferocity, he pushed me up back, my glutes softening the blow from hitting the tiles of the concrete. His lips met mine, and we started kissing in the lockerroom showers, the warm water misting on us, coating our bodies in a slick spray. He was totally taking control which, while foreign to me, was extremely enjoyable. His scruff scratched my face in a surprisingly pleasant way as he lips locked with mine. His tongue was in my mouth, battling mine for dominance, and gone all too soon. He licked my neck, bit my chest, teased my nipples as he worked his way down my body. Soon enough he was on the tile between my knees, fondling my package with one hand as he licked my happy trail. Despite usually being ashamed of my excess weight down there, I loved how he licked it. Before taking me in my mouth, he locked eyes and I gasped out: "Please."
He took me to the root in one go. This was the first blowjob I had gotten since breaking up with Jared, and I forgot how amazing they felt. He had skills, and it was obvious he put his mouth to good use on the regular. I was slightly amazed he could deepthroat it all that fast, since Jared usually only went halfway and stopped. I ran by hand through his wet hair as he bobbed up and down, his calloused hands massaging my balls and my glutes. He started focusing around the head, swirling his tongue around the tip as a finger began probing the crack of my ass. Despite my inexperience at bottoming, he managed to wriggle his index finger all the way inside, curling it back to hit my prostate. I bucked my hips forward, almost ready to cum, but he pulled off so I could catch my bearings. He kept on fingering me as he gently kissed and licked the head of my cock, sampling the precum before it could get washed away in the shower. Keeping a finger hooked in my hole, he stood up, his body looming over me despite us being the same height. "Turn around," he ordered.
Before I could comply, he had spun me around by the shoulders, and was on his knees again, his cheeks now parting mine and his tongue finding my hole like a heat seeking missile. I had never been rimmed before, and Karim certainly knew how to do it. It wasn't long before I was groaning, my legs weak and my hole putty, ready to be opened up. During all this, I hadn't had the chance to ogle his dick, but from the glimpses I had seen it seemed long, thick, and uncut. I sensed him at my shoulder again as he stood up and started teasing my hole with the head of his cock. "C-condoms?" I gasped.
"Weren't you paying attention on my tour?" he murmured in my ear. "All employees here get weekly physicals. Trainers, secretaries, hell, even the janitors get screened for STDs. I'm clean." I admired his demigodly biceps as he reached to one of the soap dispensers on the wall and got a handful of soap, which he explained was a special formula that can also be used as lube. I felt him apply some to my hole, and I'm guessing he must have slathered a hefty amount over his cock, because when he began to push in, he met no resistance. Karim took it pretty slowly, inch by inch, only sticking it about halfway in before he stopped and started pulling out again. Surprisingly, it felt pretty good. He started thrusting in and out, maybe going half an inch deeper on every third stroke. One of his muscular arms was wrapped around my chest, the other around my belly. As he fucked harder, his muscles started flexing, pulling my body tighter into his. I glanced back at his face and saw his eyes were scrunched shut in concentration as he pounded into me, his thrusts keeping me hard despite having my arms pinned to my sides.
I wish I could say it was a long fuck, but it was probably only five or seven minutes until he started clenching up. For the first time, I felt another man's cock twitch as it bred me, and my own leaked a long strand of precum in sympathy. When he was done, I was afraid he would pull out and leave, but he dropped to his knees in front of me, taking my cock in his mouth once more. I shot instantly, pumping out spurt after spurt of cum down his throat, collapsing against the wall to stay upright.
After finishing, Karim went on as if nothing had happened, acting like the pleasant trainer who had greeted me. He walked me out to the parking lot, but as I turned to get into my car, grabbed my ass and told me that he hoped I would keep up with the work out. I knew I would. There was a pretty nice incentive.
September
The workouts were tough at first. It felt like freshman hell week all over again, except this one lasted a month. Running was the worst, and my glutes were on fire whenever I tried to keep pace with Karim on the treadmills. My body was going through some grueling punishment, and I wasn't really noticing any gains. Obviously, I wanted to lose some of the extra pudge first, but it was starting to get a bit disheartening. Karim was an excellent trainer, meeting with me three times a week to adapt my fitness schedule. Whenever he noticed me feeling down at the lack of progress, he was sure to beckon me to the hidden showers in the back of the locker room and give me a good time. He was an active man, always preferring to suck and fuck me instead of the inverse, but I didn't mind. Just the fact that such a sexy man was willing to fuck me was enough to make me glow inside.
One day work kept me later than usual, and I barely managed to make it to the gym with enough time to fit in my workout. I was proud of myself though, since the old me probably would have just given up and gone home. The day before, Karim had told me how proud he was of progress that apparently only he could see, and then to prove it he fucked me against the shower wall again, so I was feeling pretty dedicated to the cause. Since I had gone so hard the day before, today I had a lighter workout planned, focusing on endurance running and flexibility. My muscles were complaining as I started, but by the time I was done I felt surprisingly great. I had forgotten that exhausted accomplished feeling that came after a nice workout, similar to the one you get after a nice long fuck.
My musings were enough for my dick to start to plump up a little bit, and I almost felt embarrassed before I realized I was the only one around. I knew it wouldn't be that way for long, since I had seen a few other guys on the gym floor after I left, but I figured I'd enjoy the privacy while I had the chance. I gave it a few experimental strokes, enjoying the feeling of being nude in such a public place. It reminded me of the good times I had in the college locker room, joking around with my buds, pushing and slapping one another, dressed only in towels or jockstraps usually. I was pretty far in the closet at that point, and had trained myself not to make any more downward glances than was usual, a fact I regretted now. I only had the vaguest ideas of what my teammate's junk looked like, but thinking about it now, my imagination was running wild. I breathed deep, taking in the smell of fresh sweat, stale sweat, chlorine and dampness that permeated the room. It was a bad smell that smelled good, reminded me of the beefy men I knew. I realized I was fully hard when I felt a little speck of precum on my hand.
"Well well well, what have we here?" came a voice from the end of the aisle. I was nervous another gymgoer had caught me, and my eyes darted up, landing on a janitor nonchalantly leaning on his mop. "Looks like there's a pervert in the locker room, masturbating in a public space. For shame," he said, as he approached me. Closer, I saw a name-tag on his breast pocket: James. "And if it isn't Karim's little bitch too." My blood ran cold. Somehow this man knew what I had been doing in the hidden showers. He walked up to me, leering, though I still hadn't said a word. "What do you think the boss would say if he knew about your sexual... proclivities? You'd be kicked out in a heartbeat." At this point, he was standing right in front of me, his mop deserted at the end of the aisle. I could smell his body spray and the mint gum he was chewing. It wasn't an uncommon smell, but there was something about it that was having an effect on my body.
Hoping he wouldn't notice that I was staying hard despite not touching my dick, I stuttered, "Please don't tell anyone." He laughed.
"Sure, I won't tell anyone," relief washed over my body, until he continued, "provided you do a little something for me." I saw him flex his arm, and I followed it down to his hand, which was lewdly grasping his bulging crotch. When he withdrew his hand, I could see the outline of a huge piece of meat straining his jumpsuit. It wasn't quite as long as Karim's, but it was definitely thicker. He snapped his fingers, my eyes darting back up to meet his, and then he pointed downwards. I knew what was expected of me. Dropping to my knees, I began mouthing James' cock through the blue fabric, tasting dried sweat and a slight chemical taste. Maybe bleach, maybe cum.
"Better hurry up there, princess," he growled, running a hand through my hair. "Who knows how long it is until another man walks in?" He grabbed my hair and pulled my face away, angling me so I was looking straight up into his. He slapped my face, not hard enough to sting, but enough to surprise, and when I gasped in shock, he spit into my open mouth. I swallowed by reflex, and my cock pulsed. He gripped the hair on the back of my scalp as he unzipped his jumpsuit down to the crotch, and I made an interesting discovery: James didn't wear underwear. This made my job easier, and I tried leaning forward to get a taste, but he held me back. Part of me was genuinely excited to suck this rugged man's cock, another part just wanted to get this over with. However, he wanted to do things at his own pace, so he leveraged my face forward until it was pressed up into his pubes. Despite missing the target, my cock was at full mast as I breathed in his scent. He was dirtier than Karim ever was, since most of our sex took place in a shower, and part of me wondered at the irony that a man who cleans things all day has such a dirty body.
He pushed my head into his balls and I lapped at them, tasting the old sweat and new. Losing my inhibition, I really started pigging out on his hairy sac, sniffing them as my tongue buried itself in his taint. My eyes traveled from his dangling balls, to his cock, which arced above my face in all its turgid glory. They traveled up his body, which was slightly pudgy, about the same as mine actually, to his bearded, sneering face. I saw something in his eyes, a dominance brought about by being treated like shit by other gym patrons, a satisfaction that he could now take out his sexual frustrations one someone who symbolized the men he cleaned up after. He pulled my face back, slapping my cheeks and lips with his thick piece of meat. I won't lie, it stung more than his hand did, and I opened my mouth to try and catch it. He took advantage of this to spit down my throat again, though this time half missed and hit my chin. Without skipping a beat, he pushed it past my lips with the head of his cock, making me swallow it once more, alongside his penis.
I could barely stretch my mouth around its beercan thickness, and I was so focused on trying to accommodate it I barely registered its delicious taste. I hadn't sucked a dick in a very long time, since Karim was always more intent on sucking mine as a reward for good work, but that didn't seem to matter to James. He took matters into his own hands, using my face as nothing more than a hole to fuck, thrusting the first few inches in and out. All I could do was cover my teeth with my lips so I didn't scrape him, and go along with the show. He started pushing in deeper and deeper, an inch or so at a time, and I marveled that I was able to take it so easily. When he hit my tonsils, I gagged, and he backed off. Guess he didn't want to clean my vomit off the floor. He seemed satisfied with only shoving half his cock in and out of my face, holding me by the ears to do so. My jaw was aching, and I was drooling on the ground from the rough treatment, but I was hard the entire time. I grasped my cock and found that I had been leaking precum all the way down the shaft. The stimulation was so sudden, I had to let it go like it was a live wire to stop from cumming right then and there. This didn't go unnoticed, and James snickered. "If you're liking this so much," he said, "maybe I should take a piece of that ass too."
I moaned around his cock, my hole twitching with anticipation. Eventually he pushed me off him, making me fall back onto my butt. I looked up at him, sprawled on the cold tile of the locker room floor as he stood over me. I didn't care about him telling the management about me and Karim, I didn't care that another man might walk in and see me being degraded, all I cared about was getting him inside me. He sat down on the bench and patted his thigh. Obviously he presumed I was already loose enough to take him, in which case he was right, or he just didn't care. I turned around, balancing one hand against the lockers as I started squatting down on him. My thighs burned, and I cursed Karim for giving me such a tough leg workout, but my opinion on him changed as soon as James' cockhead penetrated my sphincter. Suddenly I was very thankful of Karim for fucking me so long and hard the day before, because if he hadn't, James would've ripped me open.
With only my spit as lube, I sank down an inch at a time on his fireplug shaft. It was stretching me wider than ever before, and I was loving the sensation. Now, James seemed content enough to make me do all the work, and I rode him up and down, taking only about a third of his cock at a time. Growing impatient, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled, forcing another third into me. I let out a high-pitched whine as my body was breached to new depths. James grabbed my remaining belly fat and gave it a shake, and I suddenly realized that I had actually lost quite a few pounds since joining. Funny how these epiphanies hit you in the oddest situations.
The thought only lasted a moment, however, as my body was overcome with both the pleasure from getting stretched like this, and the exhaustion from holding myself up. My legs were trembling, and I started to push myself up to adjust positions, but James grabbed my cock. My legs suddenly went weak, and I collapsed onto his lap, his cock fully impaling itself into my ass. I tried to bolt up, but he held me down until my hole fully loosened around his rod. Then he started lifting my hips up and dropping me, letting gravity do the work. My cock was pointing skyward and precum was running in little rivulets down my testicles, splashing on the floor beneath us. A part of me was satisfied that he'd have to clean that up. James was enjoying himself, moaning and calling me a bitch as I fucked myself on his cock, flexing my calves to get an inch or two off his cock, and falling back down.
When he grabbed my cock again, I knew I wouldn't last long. He started pumping it faster and faster, and before I knew it I was shooting all over. Most of it shot a few feet onto the lockers in front of me, with the rest dribbling onto his hand. In the post-orgasm haze, I had no interest in licking my own cum from his fingers, but he shoved them in their anyway. He was still hard and fucking me as I started going flaccid, and with my mind suddenly clear of the hormones, I began worrying about other people catching us. What had been a sexy exhibitionist urge suddenly became a nagging fear, and I knew I had to get James off as fast as possible. I started clenching my hole, like I had done while cumming, and reached back to feel up his hairy chest and nipples. He appreciated it, but it wasn't enough to push him over the edge. I groaned, "Fuck me James, fuck my slutty ass."
James growled, pushing us both off the bench, so I was kneeling on the floor. He started piledriving his cock into my hole, and I reached back to finger it as he did so. While I had lost the urge to fuck after cumming, his constant pounding had kept me semi-hard, and if we had the time he probably could've fucked me to a second orgasm. But his animalistic thrusting was getting him close, and I knew I just had to do something special to finish him. Spotting something, I had an idea.
I leaned forward and started licking my dripping cum off the metal lockers. Seeing this, James let out a howl as he filled my ass with his load. He gripped my cheeks so hard I knew he was going to leave bruises, and the knowledge that I was being filled with this janitor's seed got me fully hard again. He withdrew with a sudden pop, and walked away, leaving me sweating on the floor. I could've stayed there panting for an hour, but couldn't risk someone walking in and seeing me there like a twobit whore. I got dressed as he started nonchalantly mopping, tucking my boner into my jeans and wiping the sweat and cum off my face with my workout tank. James didn't even look at me as I left the lockerroom, and I stumbled over something as I glanced back at him. Right in front of the door was a "Cleaning in progress: Please do not enter" sign. That bastard.
November
Autumn is historically the season that I gain a bunch of weight. It starts in October, peaks during the holidays of November and December, but I always managed to burn it off come Spring. However, with Karim's guidance on dieting and exercising, I was still managing to burn off weight instead of packing it on. I was finally noticing a difference in my body too. My belly had receded to a satisfactory flatness and my arms were almost to the point they usually were during the football off season. Surprisingly, my glutes and quads were better than ever, and I figured Karim had something to do with that. He was still fucking me fairly regularly, and we had even chilled outside of the gym. He invited me on a night out with friends, and we got drunk at a club that featured live sex shows. Karim pointed out a dancer he had fucked, and I admired the hot little piece of meat, though my eyes were more focused on the tall black man he was sucking off onstage. That night, I crashed at Karim's place, where he fed me four loads: two in my stomach and two in my ass. I tentatively asked him if I could try topping, but he wasn't open to the idea. I didn't mind so much though, he always gave me a good time. Speaking of getting fucked, James the janitor hadn't done so since that night in the locker room. When I noticed him around, he would make eye contact and smirk at me, unless I was walking with Karim, in which case he would hurriedly look away. I wondered if they had some kind of beef, but Karim never seemed to notice him.
One afternoon, I had a weird feeling as I was working out. I felt like someone was watching me, but perfunctory glances around the gym floor didn't catch anyone staring. It wasn't until I finished my sets for the day and was walking out that I noticed a man on the shoulder press ogling me, slightly confused, slightly impressed. I couldn't help but smile that I was getting noticed like this, but tried hiding it my wiping my towel across my face. I thought about the guy more in the locker room as I got changed. He was cute, on the short side but built sturdy, a few years younger than me, so probably either a sophomore or junior in college. I was still thinking about him as I headed out of the showers before almost literally running into him. He was heading to his own locker, and seemed both shocked and pleased to see me standing there in nothing but a towel. I gave a half grin as he stopped. "Like what you see?" I asked.
He seemed flustered. "Ah, um, hehe sorry for staring at you in the lockerroom," he started. "It's just that you looked familiar to me."
"Oh really? Figured out who I am yet?"
"Yeah I think so," he said with a little more confidence. "Were you on the football team on the university around here?"
I grinned, that warm feeling of being recognized spreading through my guts faster than Karim's cum. "Yeah I did dude! Do you go there now?"
"Yeah, my name is Max, I'm a second year. I'm on the wrestling team, but I've got a lot of friends on the football team. I remember seeing you play last year."
"Oh yeah? Who do you know?" I inquired, launching a nostalgic conversation about some of the guys on the team. We continued chatting as we both changed. Our lockers weren't close by, so we stopped at mine first, where I unashamedly stripped naked in front of him. I was a little disappointed that Max didn't glance down, but what I should have noticed there is how locked his eyes were on mine while I changed. Most guys don't make a big deal out of another man changing in front of them, unless of course they're a prude or secretly gay. As a jock who hid his sexuality in the locker room for years, I really should've recognized it faster. We strolled to his locker as we talked, and he also stripped in front of me, though he kept his underwear on. I checked him out as he grabbed his clothes to change into, admiring his solid body but truly loving the blue jockstrap he was squeezed into.
We kept on talking as we left the gym. "I can't believe I'm talking to Joshua Winters," Max kept on saying. "You're like a celebrity to me. You're practically," he started before realizing where that sentence was going to go, "my hero," he half choked out, unable to stop himself in time. He blushed, glancing up at me to see how I would react. I just smiled wider. I was digging the admiration this kid was giving me. It was seriously boosting my confidence. As we reached his car, a large pickup truck that seemed almost comical next to his short body, he stuttered out a goodbye. "It was nice meeting you," he began. "Still can't believe it really. You look a lot different than you did last year." "Yeah," I rolled my eyes. "I gained a lot of weight. Just starting to burn it off."
"Really? I think it looks hot on you," he blurted out. "I-I mean that it looks good on you bro. Reminds me of the guys I wrestle with. Well, the heavyweights at least. Not that you're a—" I cut him off with my lips. I had to bend over a little bit to kiss him, and doing so made me stumble forward a little bit, pushing him into the door of his car. After a few seconds I broke the kiss, a bit surprised at my boldness. He was panting hard, his eyes dilated, his shorts tenting out toward me.
"I bet you didn't think that would happen either," I breathed. Locking eyes, Max grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in to a deeper kiss. His tongue shot into my mouth, battling it for dominance, though I didn't let him have it. I could tell this kid was a wrestler by the way he was feeling me up, his surprisingly large hands groping my body all over, his tongue fighting mine to be in control, his tight body pulling itself closer to mine to maximize skin contact. I broke the kiss to start gnawing at his neck, lightly nibbling my way down to his collarbone. His gasps were more audible now, and it turned me on knowing how much this man enjoyed my ministrations. He had parked his car towards the back of the lot, on the side facing the forest, so there was no one around. Besides, the November dusk was covering us, transforming us into two silhouettes pressed up against one another in the dark.
Apparently, Max wanted to see my face as he kissed me, because he opened up the car's door so it would shed its pale orange light over us. I pushed him up against the side again, lifting his tight t-shirt over his head to begin kissing down his body. He moaned and shut his eyes, his arms doing that little squirming thing that guys do when they're turned on. When I reached his waistband, I paused. Was I really going to blow a guy I just met in the gym parking lot?
The answer, as you can probably guess, was yes. As if by their own accord, my fingers gripped his shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. He let out a shiver as I revealed his paler skin, which was soon covered in little bumps. Determined to warm him up, I slid my lips over the head of his rock hard cock. Bobbing my head down on him, I was impressed and slightly proud of how hard he was. I was doing my best to give him the best possible time, though I regretted Karim never letting me blow him; I wanted more experience at sucking dick. He ran his hands through my hair, gently stroking it, much different from how James had roughly pulled it. He bucked his hips on occasion, whenever I licked the underside of his cockhead, and I couldn't help smile around his cock at the effect I had. Max was leaking precum like no man I had ever been with, and the taste was intoxicating me, driving me to new levels in my attempts to please him and earn more of the sweet and salty nectar.
With a loud yell, he pushed me off him, and my eyes widened, afraid I had hurt him. He stood there, his fists and eyes clenched, his muscles tensed as he breathed deep for a few seconds. His cock twitched like he was cumming, but only a few drips of milkier cum landed on the asphalt. "Sorry about that," he said bashfully, "I had to stop myself from cumming. Barely made it right there." "It's not a problem," I responded. "Ready to continue?" He nodded, but instead of returning to his cock, I flipped him around and tentatively ran my tongue down his crack. I hadn't eaten ass in a long time, and his tasted like a sweaty cocktail of testosterone. He moaned in appreciation as I dove in, running my tongue from taint to tail bone before settling on his hole. He was bent over, leaning inside his truck for support, one leg up on the step to give me better access. I licked around the edge, teasing his hole with my tongue as I reached around and started stroking his cock. He slapped my hand away pretty quickly, and I knew my rimming was keeping him right on the edge.
After a good five minutes of that, I stood up, planning on jerking us both off to completion in the parking lot. However, my eye caught something a little more interesting in his door storage: a bottle of lube and a box of condoms. I pushed his upper back so he was bent over double onto the driver's seat and grabbed the lube. Drizzling some down his crack, I started massaging it deeper into him with my thumb. My finger slipped in pretty easily, so I knew this wasn't Max's first time. Of course, I thought, as I dropped my pants and rolled on a condom, the fact he had lube in his car was also a pretty good indication he had been fucked before.
This was my first ass ever since breaking up with Jared, and I took it slow, for both of our sakes. My head popped in pretty easily, and his constant moans became much higher pitched. Making such a muscular, short stud moan like a bitch in heat was turning me on to such an extent that I was forced to take it slow lest I cum too fast. And despite my earlier assumptions that Max had taken cock before, his anal tightness told me it wasn't nearly as frequently as I did. I bottomed out slowly, his slightly hairy crack tickling the shaved base of my cock. I leaned over on him, enveloping his smaller body with my much larger one. My arms bordered his, my hands covered his, and my lips rested against his neck. I breathed slowly, huskily, enjoying the feeling of connection between us. Using the rubber did nothing to limit the pleasure I felt, and if anything was helping me hold out longer. His moans had become deeper again, and his hole would give the occasional twitch against my meat.
After giving us both a second to adjust, I slowly pulled all the way out again, until just my head was inside him, before pushing back in. Starting the thrusts slow but steady, I held on to his shoulder to balance and pace myself as he kept on groaning beneath me. Max was loud, and it was good we were doing this in a deserted and darkening parking lot rather than the echoing locker room.
My pace started quickening. Max's body wrapped me like a glove, and he started timing his anal contractions to when I was on the outward-stroke, as if his ass was desperate to hold onto my cock. My thighs were slapping his firm ass, causing little ripples to emanate forth. I squeezed and massaged his back with my large hands, their size seeming out of proportion on the wrestler's body. Max was starting to buck his hips into mine, desperate to have me fill him up even further. For the next five or ten minutes, we kept on fucking in the crisp November dusk, the body heat from our exertion fighting off the chill in the air.
I caught a voice raised in the distance. Through the passenger side window I could see a group of men exiting the gym, laughing and shoving eachother. There were not many cars left in the parking lot, and their trajectory would take them within ear shot of Max's sultry moans. Deciding to finish this, my hands left Max's back, one migrating to his mouth, covering it firmly to stifle his moans, the other gripping his solid cock. He was leaking enough precum for my already lubed hand to glide right along it, and in a short moment he was cumming, his jizz splattering the ground. I was nice enough to angle it downwards, away from his truck.
The contractions of his ass were enough to send me over the edge, and I began filling up the condom in his ass. In the throes of my orgasm, my eyes were ripped away from Max's sweating form and landed on the young men who were almost within ear shot. I bit my lip through the haze as my body shook with pleasure. Pulling out with a sudden plop, I grabbed my pants and hastily pulled them back on. Max, finally noticing the men, fumbled with his shorts, and by the time they had passed us, we were both acceptable, if slightly disheveled. I tied up the used condom and Max nabbed it, offering to dispose of it. "Dirty boy," I cajoled, winking. He blushed, but before he could retort I gave him another deep kiss.
February
The wind was bleak and cutting outside, picking up newspapers and viciously slamming them against the windows of the indoor pool, where I was comfortably swimming. I was finally at the point where I was comfortable enough with my body to be able to go shirtless in public again, and I celebrated this by converting half my cardio workouts to aquatic ones. I had lost the belly, and while I didn't have a sixpack, it was obvious I had a strong core. While my ass had actually dipped inside from the loss of weight, I was working it back up with squats and indoor biking, as well as a lot of swimming.
As I did laps of freestyle, I kept glancing at the lifeguard on duty. At Gym Gymnos, the lifeguards had such an easy time, since the vast majority of gym members were physically competent and knew how to swim, and this lifeguard would spend plenty of time staring dreamily out the window or, unless my imagination was playing tricks on me, staring at me.
Of course, this could very well have been wishful thinking. You see, I was on a bit of a dry phase. After that encounter in the parking lot with Max, we actually stayed in contact over Facebook quite a bit. We got to chatting and meeting up a few more times to fuck, though never as publicly as the first. Max was vers, with a slight preference towards bottoming, and I finally experienced my first flip fuck. It was an amazing feeling to pull your cock out of a guy and have him shove his into you, and I found myself starting to develop feelings for the wrestler. While it should have been obvious the feelings were mutual, we spent all of December hanging out but never acting on them. We went to the movies, got dinner, fucked, but never called it dating. It wasn't until he went home for winter break that I realized how much I missed him.
Max returned for New Year's, and invited me to a party where we had some mutual friends. That night, I kissed him at midnight, and after a long and drunken talk, we decided to start dating. All through January we dated, genuinely enjoying eachother's company. However, he was getting so busy with school and wrestling practices, and my work schedule made it hard to stay up late and accommodate him. We both realized that dating wasn't quite right for the two of us, but vowed to still remain friends. And friends we remained, though ever since "breaking up" during the first week of February, we hadn't had sex once, because of Max's busy schedule.
Of course, since I was dating Max I wasn't having sex with Karim. He didn't mind, though he did bemoan how relationships always steal his friends with benefits from him. Now when I could fuck him again, Karim was on vacation, and I was left high and dry. Speaking metaphorically here, since I was currently doing laps in the pool while lamenting my lack of a sex life.
I caught the lifeguard's eye again when I paused after a set. He was a cute kid. Hell, even if he wasn't checking me out it still pays to be friendly. I dove down again, swimming halfway across the pool in one breath, surfacing right underneath his chair.
"Hey there," I broke the ice. "My name's Josh. I was wondering if you could grab a kickboard for me from the rack? I'm finally used to the pool temp." He gave a friendly nodded and hopped off his perch. I watched his backside sway as he walked away. His red board shorts were tight on him, and my cock started to grow hard in my jammers. When he returned, he tossed the board into the pool, and I used the chance to start a conversation. It was just a little small talk, but the lifeguard seemed eager to speak. He must've been either bored or just a natural motor mouth, because he was spilling out his life story with very little prompting from me.
His name was Louis, and he was a senior at the local high school. He had just turned eighteen a month ago, and had taken the job here because of the good pay for relatively little work. When I commented that he seemed to be one of the youngest employees, he mentioned that his neighbor was part of the exclusive men's club and had managed to get him set up with a position. His chattering was endearing, but I was finding it hard to break the conversation and go back to swimming. I wanted so bad to just shove my cock into his mouth to shut him up, but couldn't imagine that would result in anything but my expulsion from the gym. Eventually he realized what he was doing and let me get back to swimming my laps. I was relieved to sink underneath the water again. It's cool temperature helped tame the raging hardon I had in my jammers.
I was in a bit of a rush to leave the gym since I had been delayed by Louis and wanted to catch the season finale of Come West, a gay-focused cowboy show starring some really hot guys. When I got home, I barely caught it at the title sequence, and settled down to watch my favorite characters finally sort out the sordid love triangle between Buck, the surly lone rider, Curly, the cute and naive greenback, and Joe, the damned best wrangler in the whole danged Midwest. At the first commercial break, I decided to order some Thai food, and reached for my wallet to grab a giftcard I had. But my hands found nothing, and despite my frantic searching, it became clear that I had lost my wallet. Since I recalled using it to get into the gym, I knew I must have left it there. If I hurried, I could probably get there only five minutes after closing, and I was totally prepared to suck off James if that meant he would leave the door open for me. By the time I arrived, a large group of trainers were leaving. With a quick explanation, I breezed past them, heading to the locker room. It must have fallen out of my pocket while I was changing and I didn't notice.
When I got there, I could hear the showers in use. I should've been a bit puzzled, since any trainer who was sticking behind probably would've been using the secluded ones, but I was too focused on finding my wallet to care. Approaching the locker I had been using, I was met with disappointment. It was too late to ask someone about a lost and found, so I thought I was shit out of luck. That is, until the shower turned off.
Whistling a bit to himself, Louis strolled out of the showers, completely naked. He stopped when he saw me, simultaneously blushing and grinning when our eyes met, his hand swaying to cover his crotch before falling nonchalantly back to his side. "Hey Josh," he started, "I didn't expect to see you here. The gym is closed to most members right now you see..." Before he finished, I started explaining.
"I lost my wallet here. You wouldn't happen to know where a lost and found is, do you?"
"Yeah there's one on the pool deck actually. Most of the stuff that gets lost in the locker room ends up there. Come on, I'll take you there." I followed Louis' swaying ass as he led me to the pool deck. It wasn't the hugest ass I had ever seen, but each globe would fit in one of my palms so perfectly. I just wanted to give him a squeeze.
"Not worried about being seen naked?" I asked casually.
"Nope! It's just the way I was brought up. I live with my dad and two older brothers, and it was always pretty normal to just walk around in the buff. I hope you don't mind?"
"Not at all, Louis. I'm appreciating the view," I replied with a chuckle. He looked over his shoulder at me when I said that, a shit-eating grin on his face. He slapped his ass cheek, making his baby fat jiggle for a solid five seconds.
"I thought I noticed you appreciating the view earlier in the pool."
"Hey, I was careful not to get caught checking you out!" I retorted.
"Maybe," Louis replied, "but there are some things you can't hide." His eyes flickered for a second to my dick, which was semi-hard in my jeans. "Especially when it's so big." I laughed at that. "If you think this is big, you should see Karim's."
"Oh I have," he responded. "But I wish I could see it up closer. But he doesn't fuck his coworkers..." This conversation had very quickly gone from coy flirting to explicit sex-talk, not that I minded in the least. I was nearly full hard in my pants, my cock starting to bulge vulgarly against my empty pocket, though since he was leading me I couldn't see if he was reacting the same way to our conversation. He took me around the pool to one of the equipment rooms, pulling the doors open and reaching for a dangling light switch inside. The room smelled of old chlorine and was littered with discarded speedos and damaged kick boards. "Normally we just toss broken or lost things in here," Louis said, "but if it's something important like a wallet, we have a box for it."
He bent over to retrieve said box, lacking all subtly in showing off his glutes to me. This time, I didn't hesitate as I reached out and palmed them, both of my big hands completely cupping his supple cheeks. He stayed down there, rummaging, as I spread his cheeks open, admiring the light brown hole that peeked among a few wiry hairs. I lightly tapped it with my left index finger before regaining control of myself. I let his ass cheeks clap back together as I withdrew, and he stood up, retrieving a wallet from the bin. He opened it up, revealing my ID.
"You're my eldest brother's age," he commented. "I would always support him at water polo games when he was in high school. Didn't realize it at the time, but there was a reason I couldn't help but stare at those men as they got out of the pool. Love how the water looked dripping off their skin. Kinda the reason I went into swimming actually." He handed me my wallet back, which I quickly pocketed. He followed it with his eyes, which came to rest on the large hardon in my pants. "That, and the obvious bulges in the guy's speedos." Louis' hand came to rest on my own package. Our eyes snapped together, the future becoming clear.
His hand still on my junk, he pushed me back to the pool deck. I swear he would've knocked me into the water if I didn't grab the ladder first. His hands were all over me, grabbing my t-shirt and tossing it aside (fortunately it landed on the tile), notching his fingers in my waistband and pulling them down to my ankles in one go. My cock sprung out, slapping him in the face, and he immediately took a hold of it. Louis was acting like he hadn't had cock in ages as he swiftly took the head in his mouth. His lips slobbered over my knob. One of his hands gripped my quad as the other started jerking the shaft, spreading more of his saliva further down, so he could start taking it deeper. He lacked the skill that Max had, but made up for it with an almost reckless enthusiasm. It wasn't long before he was diving down as deep as he could on my cock, gagging and choking, before withdrawing, spluttering and coughing, with tears leaking from his eyes. When I asked him if he was alright and tried to lift him up to make out a little, he stayed resolutely at my feet, giving my cock another go.
I admired how eagerly he deep throated me. It was obvious he was enjoying the challenge of taking my cock, and I felt more hung than ever seeing him patiently struggle with taking it all. I had actually noticed that I had gained almost a half inch in length after losing weight, since some of the pelvic padding had melted away. His own hand was furiously jerking his cock, and I noticed him stopping a few times, probably from being so close to the edge. His spit dripped from my rod, mixing with the precum he was leaving on the pool deck. Usually guys I had been with were a little less sloppy with the dick sucking, but I was still enjoying having him drool over my cock.
The purpose of the excess saliva became apparent when he stood up again, gave me a quick, wet peck on the lips, before turning around, grabbing my shaft and trying to lower it to his hole. Since I was taller than him by a few inches, this was a pointless endeavor, but I worked with him, grabbing him around the waist and hoisting him into the air. He gave a breathy squeak as I positioned my cock right underneath his boy hole, before slowly lowering him down. I was impressed that i was able to do this, and realized just how far I had come at the gym. When my head popped inside him, he gave a whimper, and i let him adjust to the intrusion. Louis braced his feet against the ladder to help support some of his weight, which was good because if he hadn't I probably would've just dropped him onto my dick. When his breathing returned to normal, I began lowering his small frame further onto me. Each inch stretched him out further, and the tight grasp of his anus wrapped around my cock felt amazing. His hole was already quivering and shaking, and I felt spurts of wetness on the forearm wrapped around my waist.
"Keep going," he whispered. "That's mostly precum anyway. It always happens when I get fucked, I'm good for another one." I switched arms supporting him and held up the messy arm to his face, making him lick off his first load. As he was distracted eating his own cum, I allowed him to sink fully down onto my prick. He moaned around my forearm. I started lifting him up an inch and dropping him, earning more appreciative whines. His body was so warm against mine, his hole so hot wrapped around my dick, that I was already building up a sheen of sweat over my body. It was dripping down my chest, rubbing onto his ass crack. My hands were getting slippery with sweat as well, and I readjusted Louis so he didn't fall. He was clenching his hole as I lifted him up and down, trying desperately to keep as much inside him as he could. He was rock hard, and he started moaning as he tried to buck his hips.
The sudden motion on his part took me by surprise. Flailing a little bit, I lost my balance and, with me still lodged fully inside him, toppled backwards into the pool. When we hit the water, I sank deeper and faster, and my cock slipped out of his hole. Still, I kept a hold of Louis in a tight bear hug, dragging him down with me until pushing off the pool's floor to the surface. We emerged, laughing, and he swam toward the ladder to get out.
"Wait," I stopped him. "Let's do it here." He paddled to the wall and braced himself against in, elbows casually splayed out on the tile. I swam up behind him, covering his skinny arms with my larger ones, finding his hole with the head of my cock, and pushing back inside. He opened up even easier this time, even though most of the saliva had been washed away. HIs hole had been properly stretched by my cock and accepted it with no struggle. As we fucked underwater, I hugged his body in my arms. My strokes were slow but firm, and I nibbled his ear as he moaned his appreciation. He bent his neck around to kiss me, and the overwhelming tightness of his ass became too much. I started spasming, gripping his body tight against mine as I started shooting deep in his hole.
"Better not let any spill out," I growled in his ear, "since it would be you cleaning the pool."
"I don't plan on it," he quipped. He pulled off my cock, and I sent a curious finger down there to discover that he was indeed clenching it tight. He hauled himself out of the pool and I followed suit, letting the water drip down my body in just the way he likes. Laughing, he pushed my back in, and I fell with a splash. Shaking the water out of my eyes, I asked him what that was for, and he pointed at his cock, still rock hard. He stood on the edge of the pool, and I pulled myself halfway up to take it in my mouth. He lasted all of sixteen seconds before shooting a rather smaller load into my stomach.
As we left the pool deck together, we kept up our light hearted banter. "Do you watch Come West?" I asked him.
"Of course! What self-respecting gay man doesn't?" he replied.
"Well I was going to be watching it live tonight, but got a bit distracted. If you want to join me at my place to catch up on it though...?"
"I'd love to! And maybe after I could take another ride on that cock?"
"I plan on it."