It Does a Body Good
By Gemini Twin
It was a good work out. My muscles felt taught, but just sore enough to feel like it was worth it. A light sheen of sweat covered my back as I walked into the locker room, stripping off my tight wife beater on the way. Pausing in front of my locker, I looked around the room, finding it deserted at the moment, the perfect time for a long hot shower to work out the kinks. Hooking my thumbs into the waste band of my nylon shorts, I slid them down in one quick motion, thumbed open the combination on the locker, tossed the shorts inside, and pulled out a towel, pulling it around my lean waist and tucking it tightly into the side of my hip.
I slid my hands slowly down my chest, brushing off the remaining tendrils of sweat rolling off of me from my work out. My fingers slid over my ribs and down my stomach, my six pack firm and hard beneath my darkly tanned skin. Not bad for a construction worker, not bad at all, and I was going to make sure I stayed that way for a long time. No middle aged paunch for me. Not that I had to worry much about that right away, being twenty-two. It would be years before the late night clubs and the weekends of pizza and football would fill out my lean frame.
I liked this new gym, much better than my old one, although it was farther from the construction office I worked for. Less interaction from female coworkers and friend's sisters here, more like a boy's club, although they did seem a bit standoffish from what I'd seen the first couple of weeks. Nice enough, friendly, but didn't tend to talk to each other much when they were working the machines. Maybe it was just my blue collar attitude that put them off. They did all seem to dress better than I could afford for now. That didn't bother me though. People are all the same with their clothes off in the shower.
At that thought, I felt a tingle, deep down inside, and a slow heat radiating down toward my balls from the pit of my stomach. Shaking my head, I put my foot up on the bench and started to untie my sneakers, ignoring the slight sensations in my loins. Thoughts like that did me no good, considering I never let it get farther than the movies I rented from the little dive video shop on the far side of town, and a few late nights spent hammering the keyboard looking at pictures and chatting in private rooms when I was bored, lonely, or just plain horny.
That was far as it would go, considering my job and family and friends were always around. Nothing they would understand, but then again, neither did I. I just know how it felt when I would close my eyes and imagine how it would feel, the rough hands against your skin, the hard, throbbing steel against your thigh, waiting for you to make the first move, a light touch, anything. But that was my secret fantasy, something I just hadn't found with any of the random girls in the bar, friends' sisters, or the coworkers who were always hanging around the chow truck, asking me how my weekend was, if I liked movies, bringing me cookies and stuff and batting their eyelashes at me as they smiled, their eyes flicking down my chest to my stomach and even lower, brushing over my tight Levis with their gaze, then snapping their attention back up to my face before they thought I'd noticed, and giving me one more grin before heading back into the office for work.
I'd been out with a few of them, had some drinks, dinner, a good time, but they always left me feeling like I'd had a low calorie lunch, not enough to curb the craving that burned in my belly, worse when I was curled up in bed at night, tighter still when I was working out in the gym, the sweat and muscles and brute savageness all around me. I think I worked out more for the fantasies I had later when I hit the showers then I did for health reasons. I got enough of that running cable and wire all day. But I liked what it did for my muscles, and obviously, so did all the girls that flirted outrageously with me every week, then ignored me when they realized it wasn't going to happen, no matter how good their sugar cookies or meatloaf were.
Fumbling with a knot in my shoelace, I reflected back on today's workout. I was on the far bench, by the mirrored wall, lifting weights to finish off my workout. Getting up to add more weight to each side of the bar, I glanced across the room and realized that Eric had just walked in. I felt a slight knot start in my gut, and reached for the weights quickly, before he noticed me staring at him. I wasn't part of the in crowd around there, and he didn't bother to include me either. Tall, blond, ripped, and smooth, he seemed to be a natural leader around the gym, getting waves and calls wherever he walked when he was working out. Must be nice to be one of the beautiful people, I snorted to myself, and laid back down on the bench. Gripping the bar again, I planted my feet firmly on either side of the bench, and was just starting to tighten up for the lift when large, hard hands closed over mine, holding the bar down against the stand. I glanced up, startled, to see Eric leaning over the bar and looking straight down into my eyes, his blue glacial gaze twinkling as he smiled at me.
"Need a spotter? That looks a bit heavy," he said, and waited for my response, his hands still firmly over mine.
"Uh, yea, thanks, man. I wasn't sure if this one would get me or not," I laughed, quickly flicking my eyes up higher, feeling a twitch in my shorts as I realized that I had a clean view all the way up the leg of his loose work out shorts. Jerking my gaze back to his, I gulped and reseated my hands on the bar as he removed his and placed them underneath the bar, on either side of mine.
"Go for it, dude. I won't let it hurt ya," he bantered back, as I began my reps with the bar. I did three sets of twenty, more than I normally did on my own, but it wasn't hard, considering my mind was drifting as I worked out, the scent of his light musky skin barely above my face as he stood just above my head, his eyes watching the bar go up and down, occasionally looking over me and into the mirrored wall at the end of the bench, probably stuck on himself like all the other guys there seemed to be.
I finished my set, thanked him for the assist, and told him maybe I'd spot him back one day. He nodded agreeably, waved, and grinned before walking off toward the endurance machines at the other end of the gym. Grabbing my water bottle, I headed off towards the locker room. I needed a shower, and even more, I needed to get out of my sweaty, clinging shorts before anyone noticed what a hardcore pervert I was.
Still working on the stubborn knot, I heard the locker room door whoosh open, then slowly settle back quietly behind me. Someone came walking around the corner of the lockers and I glanced up from my frustrating task. It was Eric, hot sweaty, and washboard hard as usual, smiling as he walked past the bench on the way to his locker, and accidentally brushing up against me on the way by.
"Whoops, sorry dude. Not enough space in this locker room," he apologized as he slid by my firm cheeks and on down the row, pausing behind me a few feet to my right.
"No problem, man. I'm just trying to get this stupid shoe off so I can wash up and go get a cold one." I responded.
"That sucks," he said, as he quickly shucked off his sweaty clothes, tossing them casually onto the floor of his locker, then pulling out a towel and slinging it casually around his neck before turning back towards me and the steam and shower rooms.
I focused intently on the final knot, warning myself not to forget myself and glance his way before his back was turned. Eric and a lot of the guys liked to walk around hot and raw, flaunting their golden physique like they were gods born on earth, which, as my tightening balls could confirm, pretty much fit my definition of them, especially Eric. If there was ever a type crafted just for me, it would be him. Many sleepless nights I'd laid in bed with the DVD whirring quietly on the television, every actor's face blurring and clearing again, only to be Eric looking back at me from the screen, Eric in about a hundred different positions and fantasies in my head.
Finally getting the shoe off, I tossed it into the locker, hearing it land with a loud thump, then lifted my other leg up onto the bench to finish getting undressed for the shower, turning my back toward Eric at the same time. Just as I bent forward and grabbed the strings with both hands, I felt him come up close behind me, turning slightly to slide by on the way to the shower. I must have blocked the aisle more or something, because as he brushed past me, he stopped, and I felt his firm hot stomach against my cheeks. That wasn't the only rigid steel against me though, and as I instinctively jerked upright, he placed a hand on my hip to steady us both, my ass leaning back solidly against him as I stood, making hard contact with what could only be a very large stiff cock. Definitely not relaxed after a tough workout, but then again, neither was mine suddenly. The heat was radiating steadily through my balls, making my head twitch and start to pulse at the contact from behind.
"Damn, sorry dude. Didn't mean to knock ya sideways. They need to widen these aisles, definitely," he apologized as he stepped back, his hand dropping from my hip and continued around me, easily now it seemed with more space than I thought between us and the lockers, and down toward the steamy, fogged shower room.
"It's alright, no harm done," I called back, tossing my other shoe into the locker and stripping off my socks to follow it into my locker, before reaching out and flicking the door shut again with two fingers, then staring at the door for a second, my throat tight as I realized that I needed to release the breath that was caught in my chest at the contact. Right above the tight, hard ball of nerves in my stomach.
Turning slowly, I followed Eric's path down into the steam room, letting the fog surround me and breathing deeply, as I tugged off the towel and tossed it on one of the steel hooks just inside the doorway, catching the one right next to Eric's abandoned towel, and walked down the room away from where he was standing, leaning against the wall on both palms, and letting the hot steaming spray pound down over his scalp and cascade down over his broad, taut lean swimmer's back and waist. Glancing away, I refused to let my gaze continue downward and instead paused in front of one of the nozzles, reaching with both hands to turn on the spray full force and help me drown out my thoughts and the heat swirling up from my balls and making my shaft throb with an increasing steadiness and danger.
Copying Eric's stance against the wall, I let the hot water pound down over me, drowning out the pounding in my ears, but not the scenarios that were running through my head. Those would be there until tonight, at home, when I played them out in the dark, with me and just the DVD player for company. Several minutes went by, as I daydreamed and relaxed slowly under the punishing needle-sharp spray of the showerhead, when suddenly, my eyes snapped open at the sound of a deep, quiet voice, just behind my left ear, stirring me out of my visions.
"Want some help with your back. I can never reach the middle of mine," he said slowly, watching my eyes as I turned and glanced back over my shoulder quickly at him. His smile assured me that I had nothing to worry about, unless I decided differently.
Shrugging my shoulders, I turned back towards the wall, dropping my head forward so the water would beat down on my neck and wet my back as well and answered, "Sure, that would be great. I usually just use the brush when I get home later."
Looking down, I saw his lean, tan arm come around my waist and grab the bar of soap in front of me, causing him to graze my cheeks with the head of his cock slightly, before stepping behind me squarely and raising the soap up to catch the spray, working it into a foaming lather with both hands before lowering them down to my shoulders and firmly starting to rub the lather into my tense muscles, slowly moving down my shoulder blades in circular swirls, pausing for a few moments before moving down further, taking his time and working my muscles with his fingertips as he went. I closed my eyes and groaned, dropping my head further forward and leaning against the wall on my arms. It felt great, and the tingling was swirling up into my stomach and down my legs as he moved confidently over my skin with his hard calloused hands, working the tension out of my muscles and somehow moving it all around in front of me and shoving it down into the pit in my stomach, tightening more and more as my cock started to pulsate to life, against my will and much to my acute embarrassment. At least he couldn't see it though, with my body blocking his view from my perverted inner thoughts as well as my obvious response to the attention I was craving, and the person I most wanted it from.
My mind was whirling, knowing I should stop this, but it felt so damned good, exactly what I had been craving for what seemed like forever. His hands continued their massage down my back, slowly reaching my hips, his thumbs pressing against either side of my spine as his fingers spread out towards my sides. Momentarily, his grip tightened at my waist, and I felt him lean forward, sliding his shaft in between my ass slowly, so that the head of his hard cock rubbed against the muscle under my balls before slowly nudging my balls up as it slid forward. I moaned deep in my throat, the temptation so close that my whole body became a twitching ball of nerves, aching for more contact. He reached down and gripped the tops of my cheeks in a hard clasp, lifting them apart, as he continued to slide his shaft back and forth slowly beneath my aching ball sack. Then his hands slowly slid up my back again, his stomach leaning harder against my hips as he reached higher to firmly grip my shoulders and massage the tension from them while his body made full contact against my back. Instinctively, I leaned back against him, my head relaxing back over his right shoulder, as I felt him nuzzle his lips against the side of my neck, his tongue flicking out to lightly tease the tendons running down towards my shoulder.
Slowly, his hands slid around me, underneath my arms, his hands searching my chest until finding my tight hard nipples, the fingertips lightly stroking and then pinching my aching nubs, making my cock throb even harder. I couldn't recall my cock ever being this hard before, the agony and the anticipation bringing it fully to life, and I hadn't even touched it yet. His cock was throbbing against my balls, making them twitch and tighten, as his hands slowly explored my chest, leaving my nipples to stroke lightly down my rippled belly, teasing the skin just above my hips, making my stiff rod jump in response. All the while, his tongue was exploring my neck, sucking and nibbling lightly with his hungry mouth, his breath growing harsher as he noted my reactions to his hands and cock.
Finally, agonizingly slowly, his fingertips slid down my lower belly, tickling the front of my thighs, and slipped around my full balls, cupping them softly and rubbing them, before his hand slid up and settled around the base of my shaft. It felt like my own hands, so comfortable and knowledgeable about the way I liked to grip my stiff shaft and then slowly stroke my way up to the head, my thumb teasing the tip in slow circular motions. Without thinking, I slowly started to thrust back and forth, riding his cock between my legs and pumping my hard rod slowly into his firm warm hand as his other one continued to stroke and knead my balls, his fingers slipping in between them to lift them up towards my cock.
Suddenly, his hands and cock left me abandoned, as he stepped back a moment, before grasping my hips firmly and pulling my body farther out from the wall of the shower, causing me to lean harder on my forearms. I swallowed, not sure if I was ready for this, but my entire body was a twitching ball of flame at the thought of him taking my tight virgin ass for the first time. Besides, I knew I could stop this anytime I wanted, except that he had ignited my hunger so rapidly that there was no way I was going to back out of this now. I craved the feel of his hard rod in my ass, forcing his way deeper until we exploded in fireworks together. His hand came down between my shoulder blades, firmly pushing my back downward so my ass leaned back receptively for his throbbing stiff cock. His other hand teased my tight pink hole with the tip of his steel head, slowly pushing against it, until my ass twitched and started to soften around it. His hand slid up to grab my shoulder, guiding me slowly backwards as he arched his hips forward, his tip firmly pushing into my tight hot button. Slowly, achingly, the head started to slide inside me, stretching my tight ass open to his hungry searching cock.
My hand slid down and started to stroke my turgid shaft, the head so tight and hot I thought I would explode right then, as his cockhead filled my tight hole to the brim, and his hips started to rock forward, slowly inching his long hard shaft in behind the head to claim me for himself. The pain was intense, but drowned out almost completely by the bundle of nerves and delicious heat my whole body had turned into. I started to rock back and forth with the rhythm of his hips, my hand stroking up and down my throbbing shaft as I felt his cock throb in unison as each thrust of his hips took him slowly deeper into my ass, his other hand gripping my hip to hold me in place for each thrust. His breath was getting harsher as he bit my neck in little light nips, his groans coming from deep in his throat. I didn't know how much more of this tension I could stand, or how deep I could handle his huge cock, but he kept burying his shaft harder and increasingly faster into my tight hot ass, my cheeks reaching back towards his hips to meet each push, my hand stroking my cock faster, soothing my balls with my fingertips with each downward stroke. The knot in my stomach was huge and tight, the tension so hard I couldn't stand it, but I didn't want it to end either. The whole world had disappeared past that steam filled shower as we clung together inside.
Finally, I felt the hair around his balls tickling against my cheeks as he pile drove his cock hard into my ass, the pace increasing as our breathing grew rougher, moans escaping from our throats with each thrust, each taste of the heat building inside of us. I couldn't hold cut, his cock filling me so tightly; I knew I was going to explode. His hand slid off my hip and shoved mine off of my cock, gripping it tightly and pumping it hard as his cock slammed into my ass hard and fast, not far from exploding and filling me with his hot juice. I called out "I'm gonna come," and leaned hard against the wall, my ass a prisoner to his steel shaft ramming into me harder and harder, my cock twitching and then spouting a geyser of hot come over his hand as he pumped and squeezed it hard.
He leaned hard against my back, his hand forcing my shoulder down as he groaned long and low in his throat, his cock throbbing deep inside me as I felt him start to explode in the core of my ass. His hips kept thrusting until he pumped me full of his seed, slowly stopping as his forehead rested against the back of my neck, his breathing ragged and unsteady.
Slowly, the world stopped spinning around wildly, and I became aware once again that we were standing in a shower stall, fucking against a wall under the hot spray. He slid out slowly, his seed sliding out of my ass to trickle down my leg and slip between my cheeks to mingle with the hot moisture underneath my balls. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat, and my head was drugged with lust and excitement. He stepped around me to reach for the soap, grinning as he looked at my awestruck and exhausted expression. Slowly, he started lathering the soap in his hands, then smoothing it over his hard lean chest and down his body, washing off the sweat and fire of our lovemaking, as I stood there watching, my head still reeling over my initiation into the world of male sex.
He turned and looked at me as he shut off the nozzles, and said "Did you say something about going to get a cold one after your shower?"
Gulping, I looked up into the glacial blue eyes of my fantasy guy, standing naked and firm in front of me and smiling as he waited to hear my response. I grinned broadly and turned with him as we headed for our towels, chuckling as I told him "Yeah, I think I could use some cooling off right now, after that workout."
He laughed as we headed off into the locker room, and said "You come here often?"
"Not yet," I responded, "but I'm sure that will change."
Sex..... it does a body good.