Getting in shape for a study-abroad trip to Africa in a couple months, so I've been hitting it pretty hard at the gym -- getting up every morning at 5am, trekking my sleepy ass to the sports club, jogging, weight training, then going to work and school. Putting in double time on the weekends...usually three hours on Saturday and again on Sunday. You could imagine the heap of sweaty clothes piling up in my apartment...typical twenty-something bachelor, just let it build and build until i'm down to my last pair of boxers or forced to free-ball it.
Name is Danny. I'm a dutch-italian mix with a light dusting of hair on my legs, pubes and chest, but pretty hairless otherwise. I'm 5'10" and weigh about a buck seventy-five. I ran track in high school, but didn't really get into weight training much until the past year or so. Running always kept me very toned, and my healthy appetite has lead me to a pretty nice build. Still, I've always wanted to be just a little bigger, and I've been trying to pack on some more mass lately.
There are a lot of really hot guys at my gym, and I've caught some of them checking me out- both out on the floor, and in the locker room. I usually wear a white crew-neck tee and some old track pants, sometimes a bandana if I'm gonna do a lot of cardio that day. My cock is a little bigger than average, but my balls are pretty big- they tend to push my cock forward and give me a nice-sized package no matter what I wear.
Since I've been spending more time at the gym on Sundays, I've noticed this guy really cruising me hard time. He's got dark hair, greenish eyes, my height, and just a bit bigger than me (perfect size really, just what I'm aiming for). He's got this brooding look, and I haven't been able to read him too well. That is, until last week.
I got to the gym around 12:30 in the afternoon. I scanned the gym, but didn't see him. I checked out the locker room, and still no sign. So, I decided to get started. I got my ipod, put on my workout mix, and hit the mat for some crunches. I got on the stair-master for about 20 minutes, then headed to the treadmill for some running. The whole time I had this guy on my mind, hoping he'd show up. The gym was pretty empty, so there's no way I would miss him if he came in. I got off the treadmill and hit the weights for a bit. Around 2:30, I went back to the mat to do more abs, then hit the treadmill again for some light jogging. I kept scanning the room, I was just about to give up on this guy, but - BAM - there he was, exactly at 3.
I saw him come in, glance at me, and walk straight to the locker room. I was still on the treadmill started grinning - my heart started racing a little. I wasn't sure what to do. Do I keep working out? Should I go into the locker room? I got off the treadmill and went to the water fountain to buy me some time. I thought, there is no way I could work out for another hour waiting for him. I'll just make a note that he gets here around 3, and next week I'll try to plan it so that we're both finishing our workouts around the same time. I figured, maybe then I could try and walk out with him and try to chat it up a bit.
So I went into the locker room...I thought at the very least I could give him a show before he started his workout. I didnt see him though - I looked over to where he usually changes, and no sign. I was a little frustrated, but again, I thought better luck next week. So I headed to the sauna in my gym clothes, didn't even bother changing out of them.
There was just two other guys in the locker room. And it's not like the locker room is huge. I couldn't figure out where he was, maybe over by the urinals or the sinks washing his hands. I walked into the sauna, and sat where I could see out the tinted door window. I thought, maybe I can catch a quick glimpse of him if he walks by. I didn't, and after a minute or two I gave up, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the heat from the sauna.
Just as I closed my eyes, I heard someone moving outside the sauna door. I opened my eyes and, FUCK - It's him! He came inside the sauna, and stood next to the heater. I was sitting on the bench, on the lower level, and again my heart was racing. We caught eyes only twice. I wanted to say something generic, like Whats up, or Hey or something. But the longer it took me to say something, the longer the silence was. After a few minutes, I had lost my window to say anything, and we just sat/stood there in silence.
Then, after maybe two minutes, he decided to sit down. The benches are an L-shape, and there are two levels, like bleachers. We were both on the bottom level, he was on one part of the L, I was on the other. We were maybe 3 feet from each other. He would look down at the floor, and I would steal a glimpse of him here and there. I couldnt tell how old he was, but definitely late twenties, early thirties. He was wearing a black t-shirt and maroon running pants, and he had on weight-lifting gloves.
So, we were both just sitting there. I would look straight ahead, and I could see him looking my way. I would go to take a glimpse of him, and his eyes lowered toward the floor. I was still kicking myself for not saying anything when he walked in. I was thinking, how do I initiate any sort of conversation. Just as I was saying that, I saw him yank his crotch.
Woah. Was that meant for me? I couldn't tell. It seemed like just an itch. I wasn't sure what to think about it, but then he just kept his hand there, in his crotch. Then he brought his other hand up, and now they were both in his lap. It was very subtle, but every so often, he'd yank it his cock again. I started grinning - I thought it was kinda' funny. And still, my heart is racing.
His yanking soon became less subtle, and he went from just a single yank to actual stroking. He would take a few strokes, then stop. I still kept trying to make eyes with him, but he was staring intently at my lap. After a few strokes, he would rub and squeeze his cock head. I thought, FUCK, this is hot! I thought, since he won't take his eyes off my lap, maybe I'll join him. So, I started subtle like him, just a yank here and there. I got a little more bold, and took a few strokes. Well, this set him off, and he started outright jerking off right through his running pants. My heart was racing harder and harder - you always hear about this kind of thing, but here it was happening to me.
So, he started jerking off, and I followed suit, right through my running pants. Then, he glanced at the tinted window to see if anyone was there, and then reached in and pulled out his cock. Wow. Great size, and uncut. I haven't always been cool with foreskin...it used to turn me off. But, after this summer in Ireland, I had my first experience and really enjoyed it. So, his cock was uncut, and it was gorgeous. Just over average length, decent girth, and I could tell his pubes were trimmed. I couldn't see his balls at that point though.
He took off his gloves, and kept jerking his bare cock. Again, I followed suit, and took my cock out too. Finally we met eyes, and we sat there jerking off, staring at each other. It was so fucking hot.
After a minute or so, he moved over to come sit next to me. He dove right in and took hold of my cock and started jerking me off. He gave me several good strokes, then let go and started jerking himself off again. I looked down, and his head was all covered in precum. I reached over and started stroking his cock. Man, it was so soft, felt so good moving his foreskin over his head and down again. He was definitely leaking a lot of precum.
I let go and he started jerking himself off again. I didn't have much pre-cum, so I wiped the sweat off my forehead and started tugging at my own cock. He looked out the tinted window again, and all of a sudden leaned down and started blowing me. I closed my eyes, and rested my head on the upper bench. Man, it was incredible. He came back up, and we sat there jerking off again. Finally, he turned to me, and said, "Want to take this to the showers?" I acted nonchalantly, and was like, "Yeah, sure."
So we both got up, and stuffed our cocks back into our pants. We left the sauna, and went to our lockers to unchange. Luckily, we were the only two in the locker room. I ripped my clothes off, and wrapped the towel around me. My cock was sticking straight out, lifting the towel up with it. So I re-wrapped the towel so my cock was held tight against my belly. I turned around and he was taking off his running pants - he had an ass to die for! The perfect bubble, and completely smooth. He wrapped the towel around him, and headed to the shower. I followed right behind him.
There are six showers, three on each side of a short walkway. They are enclosed, with frosted glass. We took one of the ones farthest away. He went in, turned the water on, then motioned me in. I walked in, and closed the door behind me.
We started jerking ourselves off again, and then he grabbed my cock and pulled me towards him. I grabbed the hair on the back of his head, and we started grinding into each other. He kept looking into my eyes, and putting his face close to mine. I was still holding his hair, and he started leaning in, so I just pulled his head in and we started making out. Man, what a great kisser!
We pulled apart a little and started jerking off again. I started massaging his balls while he was jerking himself off. His balls weren't that big, but he was gorgeous and I wasn't going to hold it against him. He kept jerking himself, but then I took over and started stroking his cock. After a minute or so, he pushed me back a little, and got on his knees and started sucking me off. His face was right in the line of the showering water, and I felt a little bad, but it felt so good. Finally he came up again and we started making out. I started feeling his body - his pecs, his arms, his ass...just solid muscle. He was pretty hairless to, except for a little patch between his pecs, and a light dusting on his belly.
So we must have kept this up for a good ten minutes: making out, stroking each other. He really liked it when I would play with his balls. And the whole time he was leaking so much precum. After a while he told me he was going to cum. I had been playing with him so much, that I was no where near ready. He wanted me to cum with him, but I wasnt even close. I told him to go for it, and I kept making out with him and playing with his balls while he jerked himself off. I could feel him tense up, and I looked down just in time to see him shoot. It wasn't the biggest load - decent, like his first jerk of the day, but he probably jerked yesterday at some point. I could feel the warmth of his cum as it ran down his fist and onto my hand as I was still massaging his balls. We kissed again, and I took some conditioner and tried to cum, but I really wasnt anywhere close. So, he took his towel, peeked out the doo r to make sure no one was there, and then he left. I stood there, smiling, like, WTF, I cannot believe this just happened. I gave my cock a couple of tugs, then lathered up and finished my shower, and headed to the lockers to get changed.
I passed the sauna on my way to the lockers - I saw someone in there, but couldn't tell if it was him through the tinted glass. I headed to my locker, and didn't see him around. I thought, he could either be in the sauna, or he could be out in the gym already. I got dressed and headed out. I scanned the gym as I left, but I didn't see him. Oh well, I thought. I've already seen the best of him.
I'm not sure what to think, or do. Do I go back again next week at 3? Was this a one-time thing? Should I expect that we'll hook up again next time? Is this going to be purely an in-gym hookup? I know I'm definitely not jerking off after thursday - hopefully then I can cum faster if we do hook up again like this next week.
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