TODD'S GYM STORIES BY SHANE S.
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PART TWO: NEW BOY
It's been a few weeks after the fun with Danny. I had actually been coming in late on the Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays, hoping to have a little repeat fun. There was no Danny to be found. Oh well. I was here to work out, not to hook up. He was right about it being dead on those nights. That allowed plenty of chat time with Jay. On this Thursday, I finally asked him about Danny. He did know him, and pretty well too. I guess he's gotten to know quite a few of us though, with all the training, spotting, and talking he does, he gets around.
Anyway, after hearing a bit of Danny's life story, I found out from Jay that he was in Orlando for a month. His family rented a big house and his sister is having a Disney wedding. After some talk about that and few other things, Jay had to hop to the front desk after we spotted someone standing there. As Jay walked away, I stood and stepped away from the bench I was just laying on. After wiping the sweat off my face with my towel, I sipped on some of my water and turned to the front counter. I moved a little to a better vantage point to get a good look at the guy who interrupted our conversation. He looked young. Maybe even still in high school, I thought. He was cute though.
Jay had passed him a piece of paper that he was writing on. It was probably a membership form. After passing the paper back to Jay, they were off. Jay was giving him a tour. A minute or two went by and they were coming out of the locker room. As they were walking towards the main gym area where I was standing, I gave a smile and waved. Jay waved back and smiled. Jay led him right to where I was standing.
"This is Todd, one of our regulars," Jay said. "This is Joey," and he turned to look at the boy.
He was wearing grey sweats and a grey hoodie. Very cute, and a nice bulge -- I always have to look. I put up a fist and Joey bumped it with his. "Hey Joey, welcome," I said.
"I'm sure if ya need any help with anything or... anything, and I'm tied up, Todd can help you out if he's around." Jay looked at me and smiled.
"Sure," I said. "I'm here every day, usually late."
"Cool," Joey said with a smile. "Thanks, man."
"So this is the main gym area," and Jay continued on with the tour. Nice butt too, I noticed, as they walked away from me.
After showing him the other rooms off the back corridor, they made their way to the small office across from the front desk. I headed to the other side of the room where the treadmills, step, and stride-machines are. Hopping on a treadmill, I started up the belt and figured I would do a little jogging. Maybe Joey would work out tonight and warm up down here.
I was watching a basketball game on one of the large TV's hanging over-head when Joey stepped on the treadmill right beside me. I looked over and gave him a smile.
"Hey," I said to him, turning my head in his direction.
I slowed the belt down to a fast-walking speed. I could get a better look at him talking with him and maybe not fall down on this thing. He was wearing a white, ribbed tank-top that fit just right, clinging to his chest and flat tummy. I let my eyes drop down to see his short, black running shorts. Oh yes, very nice bulge. He has a nice bubble-butt that certainly filled out those shorts too. I look pretty good in my tank and athletic shorts too.
We chatted away, learning a bit about each other. He had moved here a week ago from just north of Cincinnati and that was perfect because he was going to start up at OSU in the fall. He had graduated high school last year, but took a year to help his uncle get the store he owned ready to sell. He told me all of that was good experience for him too, as he was going to major in business management. He seemed excited to learn I went to OSU, taking classes here at the local branch now, but would be heading back to the main campus in the fall.
"You're 20 you said?" Joey turned towards me as he asked, shutting off the treadmill.
"Yeah," and I shut mine down too.
"I thought you were..." and he trailed off.
"What, an old guy?"
"Ha! No, I don't know actually."
"Well, I thought you were younger," I said to him. "Thought you were still in high school maybe when I first saw you."
"Yeah, I get that a lot."
"That's a good thing! Keep the young look as long as you can," I told him.
"Ha-ha, yeah. My mom always says I'll have this cute baby face forever, like my dad. And she usually says it in front of people."
We laughed.
"It's getting late. I think I'm done for today anyway. Think I'll sit in the steam room a minute before I head out,"
Joey took a second, "I'll check it out too."
I smiled, "cool," and smiled even bigger in my mind. I'll find out how comfortable this guy is.
Just then, Jay walked up to us.
"How's it going?"
"Hey Jay," I said, finally stepping down off the treadmill. "Just finishing up for the night. We're gonna go sit for a few in some steam."
Joey had grabbed a cloth, sprayed down, and wiped down his treadmill then did mine.
"Thanks."
"Yeah, I'll come in earlier tomorrow and have some more time to get my full workout in," Joey said, putting the cloth back on the hook where he found it.
"Great. You guys enjoy it. I'm gonna lock up and finish up everything to close."
We headed across the room, moving through the rows of equipment, towards the locker room.
In the locker room, I went over to the steam room to crank up the dial on the timer to get it going. Then headed over to the locker I had thrown my street clothes in. Joey was at his locker in another row. My sweaty towel was dropped on the bench. I peeled off my tank and tossed it in the locker. Sitting down on the bench, I took my shoes and socks off, and gave them a toss too. As I stood up to drop my shorts, Joey came around to my isle, still in his running shorts. His bare chest showed he was no stranger to a gym.
"I don't know the dress code for the steam room," he said. "My last gym, the sauna was co-ed."
"Well, just us guys in the men's locker room, where our steam room is," I laughed.
I had gotten used to being naked and seeing other guys naked here in the locker room, showers, and in the steam room. A big change from my high school days, and even at college, everyone is so damned shy, or something. I didn't know how Joey would be.
He wasn't, shy that is. He took a few steps into my row and dropped his shorts. Commando. To be fair, the running shorts probably have a nice supportive lining in them. All of mine do that are like that. "Nice jock," he said, and tossed his shorts on the bench.
"Thanks," I grinned back to him. Under my shorts today I had an orange Calvin Cline jockstrap on. I looked down before peeling it off and tossing it into my locker. Taking a look back at my new friend, he was watching me. Was he getting a little hard now? I looked away, not wanting to put any pretense into any of this.
I grabbed my towel and headed to the little steam room, passing Joey. He followed me.
In the dimly lit, tiny steam room, I laid my towel down on one of the benches.
"Shit, I don't have a towel," I heard behind me. "No worries, if you don't mind sitting close." I pulled my towel out to cover all it could of the bench.
He came right around and sat down on an end taking about half the not-so-long towel. He doesn't mind. I sat down too, leaned back against the wood and our legs touched. He leaned back too.
"Mmmm, this is nice," Joey let out, his head fallen back on the bench behind us.
My head was back too and I turned it towards him, "Yeah, feels great." I brought my head up, and my arms went from legs to behind my head, and I adjusted my butt a little to lean back a bit more.
I was relaxed. Not even thinking about anything really. Then I felt it. It was just a little brush of his fingers on my leg. His leg moved a bit too, and it was now pressing harder against my leg. I was comfortable here; my legs parted some so that my boys were hanging freely between them. With my hands clasped behind my head, I could open my eyes and try to get a look in his direction. Joey was sitting up a bit more than I was so his head could lay back on the bench behind us. His legs weren't spread apart as much as mine either and his half hard cock was lying across his leg pointing my direction. It was a pretty impressive in length; I guessed it would be around seven inches when he's full on. It was at least the length of a dollar bill right now, and that's six inches. His hand didn't move. It was still on his leg for the most part, and fingertips out just enough to be touching me. Every few seconds he would move either his leg a bit or just his fingers some so they moved against the skin on my leg.
After his next movement, I pressed my leg harder into his and watched his cock grow even more. It was time. My left hand moved off my neck and went right for his dick. I grabbed it and stroked it. He moaned. Squeezing and stroking, it only took a few seconds to get him rock hard, and yes, about seven good, hard inches. We're about the same length; his is a bit thicker though. We hadn't been in here long, but I still didn't want Jay walking in on this. I leaned down and got my lips around the head of Joey's cock. It had little to no taste at all. I guess he didn't really get much of a workout in tonight, so he wasn't all sweaty like I was.
It was time for some sucking. I enjoyed sucking dick and I was really good at it too. I just went all out on him and he was moaning like crazy. His hands were now holding my head and his fingers were running through my hair and then gripping my head. His hips got into it too now, and he started pumping into my mouth. I went all the way down on him, getting the head of his cock deep in my throat and swallowing. In just a couple of minutes he was giving me warning that he was going to cum. A few seconds more and I was swallowing a really big load. He just kept shooting. I wasn't counting, but it was way more than what I do.
"Damn, man. That felt so good." Joey turned his head and lifted it up smiling and looking at me. His hand went to my hardon.
Joey started stroking my dick and leaned back a little to let him finish me off. It wouldn't take long. He stroked it really good, really knowing how to move. I told him just how good it felt.
"Mmmm. Oh, fuck yeah. Damn, that feels good." My eyes were closed and I was leaning back with my hands clasped behind my head again. "Fuck Joey, I'm gonna cum."
Right then I felt his lips around my cock. He started sucking and stroking.
"I'm cumming Joey, fuck yeah, I'm cumming," I said to him. He didn't stop sucking until I stopped shooting. It was a few good shots, three, maybe four. Nothing like what he gave to me. He swallowed it all, just like I did.
Joey sat up and I leaned forward a bit.
"Yeah, that was nice. Nice and relaxed now. I needed this after a good workout."
"Yeah. I need to get here earlier to get a good workout in. You be here tomorrow?"
I stood up and turned to Joey standing up too. "Yeah, not sure what time though." I grabbed the towel.
We walked out and I turned to the showers to go for a quick rinse. Joey followed. Jay came in and chatted us up a bit as we dried off and dressed at our lockers.
"Catch ya tomorrow, maybe," Joey said to me as we were leaving.
"For sure man," I answered. Now it was time to get home and get some sleep.
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