Night Games
Story by: Gemini Twin
The gym grew quiet as the last of the night's members headed off towards the locker room. Picking up a pair of dumbbells, I realized that it wouldn't be long until the facility closed for the night. It had been a long strange week, full of memories of hooking up with Eric in the shower room last weekend. As I worked out, I tried to ignore the butterflies in my tight stomach at the thought of running into him here again. But every night, when I showed up after work to blow off some of my pent-up frustrations and stress, he hadn't showed up. Another Friday night, and I won't have nobody, once again. Pulling hard on the barbells, I finished the last rep and turned to place them on the rack, glancing around the room to see if anyone was left working out. My eyes slid past the darkened end of the room, and the doorway to the exit and the locker rooms, then snapped back to the still figure leaning against the doorframe, a slight grin on his face as he watched my expression. My chest tightened, and a sudden knot made my stomach tighten up in surprise. Eric had once again strolled out of my fantasies and right into real life.
I watched nervously as he straightened up from the doorframe and wandered towards me through the maze of equipment littered across the room, his eyes never leaving my face. Steeling my nerves and trying to act nonchalant, I waved and nodded at him as he approached. Hard to judge whether he was glad to see me, or surprised at running into me again. Closing the gap between us, his arm reaching out to slide around the back of my sweat-warmed neck as he smiled and leaned in, planting a slow, teasing kiss across my lips, flicking his tongue out to just make contact with mine before leaning back and looking at my reaction. "Hello, cum here often?" he grinned, his eyes dancing impishly at my shocked expression.
Gulping, I grinned back widely, disturbed by the steady power in his glacial gaze, and replied "Every night, but it's been a bit boring this week."
"Maybe we can change that tonight," he returned, while stepping back from me and pulling his nylon tank over his head slowly and tossing it onto the floor beside the tension weights. Still watching my eyes, he slid his hands slowly down his lean, hard waist, catching his shorts and pushing them down his thick muscular legs, tossing them with one foot towards the abandoned shirt.
"We can't do anything in here. They're getting ready to close up for the night. Gotta take it somewhere else," I said quickly, the pulse beat in my throat belying the fact that I didn't care who was watching. I wanted Eric anywhere, anytime, crowded or not.
"Don't worry about it. They know me pretty well here. I have my own key. They just tell me to hit the lights and the locks on my way out. Everyone's already gone for the night," he smiled slowly, stepping towards me and taking the wasteband of my shirt in his fingertips, sliding it up to my chest, pausing while I raised my arms, then tossing it over to land on top of his clothes. I followed its flight with my eyes, bemused by the fact that even our clothes wanted to be close to each other, as his firm hands slid down my back to the wasteband of my shorts, spreading his fingers across my cheeks as he urged them down my trembling lean legs. My hand went to his shoulder as he bent, patiently waiting while I stepped out of them before discarding them to the pile.
I should have known Eric would have a key to the place. Everyone seemed to follow in his shadow like puppy dogs whenever he was around. A natural born leader, and a force that could not be denied, it would seem. My cock jumped as he straightened up, exhaling warm moist air across it as he straightened up again, smiling wickedly into my befuddled eyes. Stepping towards me once more, his hands slid slowly around my waist as his lean stomach melded against mine, his cock nudging the inside of my thigh as he kissed my lips again, exploring them slowly with his firm lips, nibbling lightly with his teeth until they parted for him, sliding his tongue inside and teasing the tip of my tongue with his, before firmly assaulting my mouth with his, until my hands reached up and grasped his shoulders for support. My head fell back, sucking my breath in unsteadily as his lips continued down my chin and onto the side of my neck, sucking and teasing my skin, tasting the light sweat that covered it. Once again, he stepped back, his hands on the backs of my arms supportively, then sliding down to grasp my hands in his and tugging me lightly toward the padded bench near our clothes. I followed in a lusty daze, not thinking, or wanting to clarify my feelings. I was lost in the heat and desire swirling up from my loins and making my stomach do flips at the thought of what was coming next.
Positioning me at the end of the bench, he eased me backwards, my calves making contact with the soft padding, then my cheeks as I sat down, laying me back until I was prone in front of him, a lurid feast for him to consume. Walking slowly around me, his fingers trailing across my flesh as he went, my body quickly turning into a live wire at each touch, electrified and anxious to feel even more. Pausing near my head, I heard the slither of a coated cable as he manipulated something in his grasp, before turning and reaching down for my arm, sliding the rubberized cable around my wrist, then tugging it lightly to retrieve the slack, pulling my arm up and behind me. My heart leaped in my chest, not sure if this was cool or not, but his hands slowly rubbed down my arm and onto my chest, soothing my nerves before continuing around my head to the other side of the bench. Repeating the process on my other arm, slowly he ensnared me in this mystical lust that surrounded us both.
Reaching over my head once more, he slithered out the cables even farther as he walked down beside my body, his fingertips leaving a scorched blaze wherever they trailed on my skin. Stopping at my leg, he lifted it in his strong grasp, securing it with another coated cable around my ankle before securing my other leg to match. Standing between my legs, he smiled wickedly down at my nervous gaze, sliding his hands slowly across the bottoms of my feet, massaging the back of my calves and slowly, agonizingly working his fingertips up the insides of my thighs, stopping just short of my twitching, stiffening cock as he massaged my hard thigh muscles, his gaze upon my face. Gulping, I took a deep breathe and tried to calm my reactions to his touch. So far, so good. I didn't think he would go farther than I wanted, at any point in the game. Breathing in deeply through my nose, I found his questioning gaze with my lust-drowned eyes, and nodded slightly, ready for his next move.
Stepping back, he trailed a fire with his hand up my body again, until he stepped through the cables and straddled the bench, just behind my head. Looking down at my curious gaze, he leaned over and soothingly started to massage my chest muscles, flicking his coarse fingers lightly across my hard nubs as he teased me, my cock twitching and hardening with each flick on my nipples, as my balls tensed and tucked up closer to my vulnerable rod. As he continued his attentions to my chest, he assumed a squat over the bench, his hard long cock tapping against his belly with every heartbeat, lowering his sack slowly towards my face on the bench. I watched, mesmerized, as my nose caught the hot warm scent of him, knowing I was powerless to prevent anything that he did to me. Working his fingertips farther down my chest, his ass paused just above my face, his balls tickling against the tip of my nose, my gaze riveted by the sight of his tight, rose-colored button in front of me this close. I gulped, knowing what he wanted me to do, not sure if I would know how to tease him as much as he was doing to me. Waiting, he kept up his massage. I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of him. A slight musk, along with a light heady scent that was hard to put my finger on. Tilting my head back slightly, I flicked my tongue up to taste his sack, and was rewarded by the twitch of his muscles. Slowly I kissed his sack with my softened lips, my tongue slurping and sucking on them slowly, pulling them into my mouth in soft nuzzling motions, then flicking my tongue from one to the other, tasting his aroma and feeling the soft velvetiness of his balls against my hungry tongue. After a moment, he raised up slightly, his fingertips tickling and torturing my stomach as he leaned forward, only to lower his cheeks toward my face again, his tight puckered button hovering over my mouth now. A slight feeling of panic, a realization that I was at his mercy, tied to the cables and powerless to control anything that was happening at the moment. But then again, I was enjoying this as much as he, and didn't want to stop the heat building between us in the dark.
Raising my head up from the bench slightly, I blew air softly against his pink ring. The skin twitched around it, encouraging me to flick my tongue out carefully to swirl against the puckered softness, firming my tongue to explore the area slowly. It tasted warm, sweet, and vaguely salty, reminding me somehow of home churned butter on my family's farm, fresh and creamy, but with a satisfying aftertaste. His low moan emboldened me, and my tongue flicked firmer and faster against his hole, his cheeks jumping with each lick. Pointing my tongue, I slowly slid it into the center of his firm button, flicking the tip as I dipped into his private hole. His moaning deepened, and he sporadically pushed his ass harder against my assaulting tongue, his hands reaching down to tease the skin around my balls before reaching up and gripping the base of my stiff shaft, his mouth reaching down to slurp the top of my pulsing head with his warm hot tongue. My whole body tightened and arched up toward the feel of his hot hungry mouth on my cockhead, pushing further against his lips in an effort to bury my hard shaft deep in his molten soft mouth.
At the thrust of my head between his lips, he slid his ass back away from my tongue, reaching back with one hand to grasp his hard throbbing shaft and push his cock down against my wet lips. Opening my mouth slightly, I slid my lips against the head of his hard cock, sucking gently as he pushed further into my mouth, his lips mimicking my movements on my cock as it increased and lengthened, invading his warm wet lips slowly and firmly, an aching inch at a time. My tongue slurped and swirled around his cock as he settled further against my mouth, rocking his hips slowly in rhythm with mine, sucking hungrily on my trembling staff, his fingers rubbing and cupping my balls, pulling them up against the underside of my shaft, before stretching them down toward my ass with his fingertips, occasionally passing over their swollen ache to touch my button lightly with his calloused hands, before soothing my balls and stroking my shaft, his mouth guzzling more of my hot rod deeper with each nod of his head.
He continued shoving his cock slowly into my mouth, my wet tongue and hungry lips devouring each inch he gave me, sliding in deeper with each thrust until I felt his head against my throat, filling my mouth completely, nudging further and further down my throat as the pace increased, his groans and attack on my swollen cock assuring me that he was enjoying this even more than I was, if that was possible. My mind swam in lust, my thoughts drowned out by the pulse beat deep inside my ears as I pushed my head forward to meet his deepening thrusts, trying to breathe through my nose as the moans escaped my throat around each thrust of his velvet coated steel shaft. Logical thought escaped me. All I knew, all I understood at that moment, was that I wanted to devour every inch of his cock; my greedy lips clinging to his shaft with each withdrawal, aching and desperate to have him fill my throat with his hot long meat again.
Our movements got faster, harder, each thrust burying our rods deeper in each other's throats, grunts and moans filling the darkened gym around us, and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer against the exquisite attack of his mouth and tongue on my pulsing, stiff cock. Arching farther off the bench, I could feel the head of my cock slamming against his hot, wet throat, his fingers manipulating my tight balls expertly, my head held against the bench by his throbbing relentless cock filling my throat, the salty, sweet taste of his precum rubbing against the back of it. As we moved together, two bodies melded into one huge erogenous zone, my mind spinning, glorying and anticipating the rocketing orgasm we were both approaching.
A light sheen of sweat glowed across our bodies, our muscles tight and working hard, each struggling to blend into one exploding meteor. I felt his hand slide down toward my tight button, his hard fingertip prodding and swirling around my puckered whole, as he guzzled my cock greedily with his mouth. My cock got even harder, against all belief, and his fingertip slid slowly, excruciatingly into my hole with each thrust, causing stars to start to rocket off behind my closed eyelids. My breathing became ragged, unsteady, my mouth latching tightly around his turgid, twitching cock, his balls tightening up against my nose, enveloping my breath in his heady scent. Insistently pushing harder, his cock drilling my throat with its steel. Sucking me deeply into his hot insistent mouth, he slid his finger into my twitching ass further, all the way to the sensitive inner wall, reaching and tapping and swirling against my gland, his other hand jerking and grasping the base of my shaft, feeding the mounting juice toward the head of my cock. His finger drove me over the edge, my whole body turning into an arching, stretching block of wood as I drove hard into his throat, the head of my cock twitching as I exploded deep inside his mouth, gushing my juice deep and long into his hungry throat.
I felt him twitch once, twice against the back of my throat, seizing up tightly against my slurping tongue, his juice exploding down my throat, tasting him with every bit of my mouth. Sucking hard and slow, not wanting to waste one drop of his pleasure, my movements slowed in his mouth as we both slowly, raspingly, settled slowly back down to earth against the padded bench. He groaned, and stroked one last time to push his juice into my mouth, before sliding his lips slowly off of my softening dick, licking the head of my cock, then grasping the edges of the bench, and slowly standing up again, his dazed grin down at my exhausted face proving that I had done it perfectly, just the way he like it.
Reaching out, he released the cables around my wrists, letting them fall lifelessly down towards the floor, then circled me to release my sore, exhausted legs from the constraints. Walking around the bench, he lifted his leg across my limp body, settling down on top of my thighs, his cock sliding softly against mine as he sat on me, watching my face as I finally came back to reality.
Opening my eyes, I sat up to look into his eyes, my exhausted lips leaning in to kiss him softly, then grinning as I saw the remnants of lust still smoldering in his eyes. Obviously, he wasn't disappointed by my performance, and that made me very happy to know.
"So, should we just make a weekly appointment now, or play it by ear from now on?" he asked expectantly, watching my bemused eyes as he waited for my answer.
Smiling insanely widely back at him, I responded, "I've got nothing planned for the next few months -- years even."
Laughing deep in his throat, he stood up, pulling me up by my hands with him, and threw his arm across my shoulders as we headed off to the shower room to wash away the heat and passion of the night games.