THE ANCHOR
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This is all fiction but inspired by a real life news anchor. I hope you enjoy!
I don't usually go to the gym so late at night, but the day had just gotten away from me. The college students in the class for which I was a teaching assistant had just taken their midterms and I was slogging away with grading. But, at about 9, just a hour shy of the gym closing - I finally made it in. I'm not fit by any stretch of the imagination, but I like to keep somewhat in shape when I can. Luckily, one of the gyms in the state university I worked at was a simple fob entry - it closed off around 10, but there wasn't really staff on site, only folks who cleaned it before opening at 5:30 am and again sometime in the middle of the day.
I ran on the treadmill for a bit, then wiped my face with a towel as I got ready to lift some weights. That was when I realized I wasn't alone. Another man was there, currently doing some bench presses. I was confused for a second but then realized I recognized him - I didn't know him or anything, but he was someone I had seen on TV.
He was shorter than I thought - just a couple of inches taller than as my 5'6 frame. I thought his workout outfit choice was quite sexy. He wore sleeveless top - the kind that lacrosse players wear, whey they rip of the sleeves and make the arm holes massive, so big that you could see his dark brown nipples on his alabaster pale skin. He wore 3 inch running shorts, which showed off his muscular, tree trunk legs. As he lifted the barbells I saw his face, scrunched up in agony, as he set it down. There was no mistaking it - it was him.
If you are at all watching this year's election, you would at least recognize his face. He had soft brown hair, a boyish face with lines that belied his 40 years of age, and bright blue eyes. He must have noticed me looking and gave me that straight guy nod and a "hey." This was indeed him, a political correspondent on one of the major networks. For purposes of this story, I'll call him Pete.
I didn't want to linger too much as Pete went through his workout, so I just did some work on a few more weight machines then headed to the locker room. I showered quickly and was changing when he walked in. I tried to play it cool and looked away as he stripped and put a white towel around his waist. But, how I wanted to look!
As the shower ran, I decided I would take advantage of this opportunity. After all, how often would I see someone as famous and good looking as Pete in the same locker room? I was "just" getting fully dressed when he came out, a few droplets of water remaining on his body, his hair wet but drying, and the white towel slung low on his Apollo's belt, looking quite precarious around his waist. The man was fit. I remember reading that he had been on the baseball team in college. Clearly he had kept up his fitness since.
"Hey," Pete started, with his classic million-dollar smile on his face. "I saw you out there, looks like we're the only two night owls here. I'm Pete," he said, extending his hand to shake mine.
"Charlie," I responded. "And I know who you are! I watch your network all the time! What brings you to this state university gym?"
"Well it's a swing state, as you know," Pete chuckled. "I'm covering the presidential campaigns as they make their way here. And in this town, university gym was the only one I could find."
"Makes sense," I replied. "Hopefully your time here isn't too boring."
"It isn't, trust me," he answered with a laugh.
"Oh I know," I said. "I'm a grad student in political science."
We continued chatting for a bit and I noticed that Pete had made no efforts to get changed. I was very aware that I was fully clothed, while he stood there in just a towel. We talked about his wife and kids - all stuff I knew from his Wikipedia page - and I told him I was single but had boyfriends before. He was very warm and chatty, and made me feel very comfortable.
"Well, I guess it's time to change," he finally said as he turned to his locker. I heard him ruffle around as I did the same, and then heard his towel drop to the ground. I took a sideways glance at a mirror and saw the two muscular mounds of his ass - smooth - but his dick and balls had been blocked from view. Pete tossed his towel down a chute for laundry. I heard a little more rustling, then: "oh shit!"
I turned around and got an eyeful of his beautiful, slim, fit body. His thick, soft, uncut dick hung down over two egg sized balls. He must have been 5 inches soft - which was honestly bigger than me fully hard! A soft matting of brown pubic hair sat on top.
Hopefully I was able to not stare for too long before I responded. "What is it?"
"My habits got the best of me," he chuckled, looking slightly embarrassed. "At my Equinox I have a personal locker with a change of clothes so I always dump my clothes in the laundry for them to wash and have ready when I come back. And... I don't have that here," he mused.
"Yikes," I answered. "I take it both your workout clothes and your outside clothes are gone?" He nodded.
"I don't suppose there's someone here who can help us?" Pete asked. I shook my head. "Actually, not only does that laundry chute not go somewhere that someone at the gym could open, if there was one, it goes straight to the university's central laundry system. It'll be days before those are done."
"Well damn," Pete said, his hands on his hips. I couldn't help but notice that his position framed his amply dick. His foreskin came up to about halfway of his head; the pink tip looked moist. Perhaps he was a little excited? "You'll have to grab those for me as I'll be long gone by then!"
"You got it," I retorted.
"Well how am I going to get out of here buck naked?" Pete mused. He must have been comfortable, he was making no effort to cover himself up.
"For what it's worth, I don't think anyone would see you," I noted. "This gym is sort of in the middle of the woods, you could probably get in your car and get out of here safely."
"Let me think," Pete said. "If you were my size I'd ask if you could loan me your gym stuff but alas." I thought to myself, we aren't that different in size but I wasn't going to tell him that.
"Never would have thought that I'd see a famous news anchor naked," I laughed. He seemed to find that funny.
"I'm not usually naked on TV. I hope you're enjoying the view," he added.
"I hope this isn't weird, since you know I'm gay," I started carefully, "but you're a good looking guy. Clothes or not," I added.
"Thanks, Charlie," he said, smiling. "Gay guys seem to approach my body more than women do. I don't get it but it's flattering."
"You're in great shape!" I exclaimed. "And you can definitely tell that you work out."
"I try!" Pete laughed. I was glad the tension was broken, and to be honest, I really was enjoying the view.
I decided to be bolder. "Can I make a comment that I hope isn't too unsavory?"
"Go ahead," Pete said. "It's not like there isn't anything you haven't seen already."
"I'm surprised you're uncut," I responded. "You have an all-American look, it seems so unconventional."
"I have my hippie parents to thank for that," he chuckled. "I know it's different. What do you think?"
"What do you mean, what do I think?" I responded.
"Do you like it? Like, is it aesthetically pleasing?"
"I guess you have a very pretty dick," I said. "Just the right amount of foreskin. And just the right amount of veins."
"Thanks, Charlie," he answered. "I'm glad you like my dick." I could have sworn it plumped up a bit.
"You seem very comfortable naked," I said. "Especially in front of a gay guy."
Pete shrugged. "You seem kind of cool. Plus, I guess I'm a bit of a show off," he said, almost embarrassed about it.
"I mean you do have a lot to be proud of. And I think guys can appreciate a man's body in a way women quite can't," I agreed.
"I've seen some examples of porn where a guy is naked around other clothed guys," Pete mused. "Oh yeah, CMNM" I answered.
"Yes!" Pete said, his smile lighting up. "I've thought sometimes that it would be nice to have a gay man ogle me a bit and enjoy my body."
This couldn't be happening to me, I thought to myself. Well, here's my shot.
"Well are you free for the rest of the evening?" I asked. Maybe we could hang out a little bit more."
"Sounds like it could be fun," Pete responded. "What did you have in mind?"
"I'm supposed to host a party for a few of my male friends," I answered. "I think I'm the only gay one, but they're all progressive types. They're also all political science students who may notice you, but they're also cool and can keep a secret. Perhaps you can come join us?"
"As long as they're cool that I have got no clothes?" He asked.
"I don't think they'll mind," I responded. "I live nearby at a house off campus we'll want to make a run for it to make sure no one else sees you."
"I'm game if you are," Pete said. "I'm 40 now so I am not as fast as I used to be!"
On the count of three we bolted out of the gym to a happily empty parking lot and ran about half a mile. I saw Pete's dick and balls jostling in the wind and wondered how I had got so lucky. But we soon got to my house and the fun was just about to begin.
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