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Gym Rat
by BladerIowa@aol.com
I love going to the gym. I work out almost every day and often twice a day. After enough time, everyone has gotten to know me and I am usually greeted by name. New employees quickly learn my name. This gym is more than a meat market to me, it's almost like a family.
But being an upscale health club, it still had its meat market appeal. I've seen dozens of juicy cocks on dozens of hunky men, some straight and some not so straight.
I'd always conducted myself well at the gym. Trying to maintain my professional image, I did not engage in the politics or gossip. In many ways, you could call me closeted when I was at the gym. At least until now.
Justin is his name. I saw it on the nametag of this twenty year old the very first night he started working there. Nearly every night that I worked out for the next month or so I saw Justin working. At night when I beat off, I thought of Justin. All I could think about was this mousy little guy.
Justin is not what I would say is my ideal type. He's skinny for one thing. He's got kind of a large, long nose and a facial shape that makes him look a bit like a rat. His tousled, highlighted hair never looks combed. The brown and blonde hair colors do go nicely with his brown "puppy dog" eyes. He usually wears a baggy tshirt that's never tucked in. Justin's khaki shorts are also baggy, which doesn't do much for his ass. Still, I drooled over his hairy legs. The kid also has HUGE feet. I always liked to look at his feet and wonder if he was as big a "grower" as his feet made me think.
As time went by, I began wondering about Justin. He smiled a lot. He gave me free towels when I should have been charged the towel fee. Some times the tanning sesssions were free. A couple of times he walked through the locker room and smiled at me while I was dressing or undressing. He was always smiling though. Kind of a knowing smile, almost like the kind of grin a cat would have after it had eaten a mouse.
In the evenings, after a long workout, I love to tan. I don't do it that often, but every now and then I need to darken up a bit. This one particular afternoon was very slow and there was a handful of employees standing around, none of them working too hard. I tried to pay for a tanning session and Justin simply handed me a towel, smiling of course.
"Bed One or Bed Two?" he asked.
"Bed Two," I replied.
"Yeah," he said, smiling. "That room has the coolest posters."
I found that interesting. The room Bed One was in had nearly all female models on the wall posters. They were advertising some kind of tanning oil. The room Bed Two was in had all male models on the posters. I always chose Bed Two so I could lay back and have a good stroke while tanning; I'd periodically lift the goggles long enough to peek at the poster.
Somehow I got up enough nerve to say what I was thinking.
"I think those posters are prety damn hot," I said, immediately feeling like an idiot. Though he'd already handed me a towel, I was surprised when Justin reached down, pulled one from the stack and handed me a second towel.
"There ya go, dude. Figured ya might need that extra one," he said with a sly grin. "I always do."
"You have me pegged," I replied, smiling.
"No doubt. Well ya got twenty minutes of fun. No charge," he said.
"Thanks Justin. There ya go again, taking care of me."
"Have fun," he said.
"MMMMMM. I will," I replied.
By now my dick was beginning to get hard. I unlocked Bed Two and stripped off all my clothes. I laid down on the bed, turned on the radio to play some music, and was just about to turn on the bed when I heard a knock.
"Yes?" I asked.
"It's me, Justin. Hey, I brought you a sample of some tanning oil."
I covered my groin with a towel, got up, and unlocked the door. Justin handed me the oil.
"Ummmm. You want me to apply it for you?" he asked.
"No, that's okay, I can do it myself," I responded.
"No, I don't mind. I'd like to," he said. "Really."
I allowed him to enter the room. I looked at his lean, sexy body. Though still dressed, he looked cute in his work clothes. I pulled the towel away revealing my fat eight and a half inch prick which was almost completely erect.
"Nice," he said. "Turn around and I'll oil you up."
I turned and shivered as he squirted oil on my back.
"Ya know," he said, his hands at rubbing my shoulders, down my back to my ribs and heading toward me ass, "We're not supposed to use oil in here, but I thought I'd make an exception."
"MMMMMM," I moaned as his hands reached my ass cheeks, kneading them. Justing squirted more oil on the small of my back, much of it running down my crack and legs.
I spread for him slightly. His expert hands rubbed my legs, his fingers digging into the flesh, causing me to moan and become harder yet.
Justin rubbed the oil over my calves, back up my hamstrings, and paused at my ass. I spread my legs further and his hand rubbed oil below my balls. I trembled as I felt his finger hesitate and then roughly probe my ass. I gasped as his whole digit was shoved into my butt. As I caught my breath, he worked another oily finger into my ass and I thrust backwards to meet his hand.
"Uhhh!" I moaned loudly, greedily accepting his probing fingers.
"Shhhhh," reminded Justin. "We have to be quiet."
After fingering me for a moment, he came around in front of me. For the first time I really saw how handsome this young man was. My cock bobbed and begged for release, pre-cum starting to flow.
"Lay down," Justin commanded.
As I did so, he knealt down next to me. He stopped not two inches from my face.
"This is for you. Relax and enjoy it. Remember, you're oily so don't get it on me. Close your eyes," he instructed. I did so.
I felt his lips graze mine and his tongue flicked across my lips. I opened up and let him kiss me. It was a sweet, loving kiss. It felt so good, so loving that it almost made me want to cry. This beautiful young man was wanting to please me so much and he was so good at it. My whole being was ripped apart. I needed to be kissed and held. I wanted so badly to return the favor. I'd never before been so turned on by any man.
Justin pulled on a pair of tanning goggles and I pulled my pair over my eyes.
I heard the tanning bed come on, the fan whirring softly. The ultra-violet lights illuminated and the heat started to permeate my body. Looking out through the nearly opaque goggles, I could see Justin pouring some oil into his hand. A few seconds later I felt that oily hand on my stomach.
Oil was rubbed all over my stomach, thighs, and everywhere but my groin. My fat cock danced in anticipation. Finally, when I could take no more of his teasing, Justin wrapped his oily hand around my dick and stroked it softly. I moaned, causing another "shhhh" to come from Justin.
His hand moved smoothly and swiftly in unison with the beat of the music on the radio. My pelvis met his stroking hand. The warmth, the oil, the music and his expert stroking brought me to the brink of orgasm several times, but not quite over the edge. In the meantime, the lights baked my body, drawing the sweat out of my pores. Pools of sweat formed under me as my body struggled to achieve it's badly needed climax.
My dick was begging for release at this point and Justin knew it. I quivered as his hand expertly brought me to the edge yet again.
"Please," I whispered and Justin smiled. As I approached orgasm, his hand sped up and the urgency for me to cum increased. No longer could I submit to his hand if he did not make me ejaculate. I thrashed around on the bed, sliding on my own perspiration. Just as I was reaching the brink of orgasm, Justin's hand slowed and was replaced with a warm mouth...
"AHHHHHHH!" I groaned loudly as I felt a hot river of cum gushing from my balls into his young mouth. I thrust and momentarily gagged the poor boy, but he recovered quickly, gulping down my sizzling load. Again and again I shot load after load only to have Justin swallow every drop of it. He sucked every last drop of semen my big balls could manufacture.
In the midst of my orgasm, the tanning bed had turned off and the room became dark. The temperature dropped and I started to cool off. Justin knelt beside me and kissed me again on the lips. It was a slow, tender kiss. I could taste a trace of semen on his lips.
"That was incredible," I said after we broke the long kiss. "Absolutely the best I've ever had."
"I wanted to do that for the longest time," he said. "Every since I saw you naked in the locker room. You are so beautiful to me."
"Can I return the favor?" I asked. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."
"Yes," the young man replied. "I'm going to be taking a lunch break in about a half an hour. Would you like to meet me here?"
"I'd love to," I said, kissing him once again.
"And maybe dinner tonight?" he asked hopefully.
"It's a deal."
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