Category: <span>gym sex</span>

First Job at the Gym

I was working. I’d had a part time job, sure, but nothing full time. Until now. I’d finished A-Levels (it’s a British thing) and without any idea of what to do next I’d opted for a year out. With no money (at least yet) to actually visit other parts of the world I’d found a job in the same village where I lived – the gym.

The village itself was small, but the local area was affluent and there were plenty of people who looked after themselves. It was predominately men who came there, usually in good shape. I can’t say I complained about this at all – it just made the job better. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t ever been with another guy, but they were my age. They were boys, these are men.

I was a hard worker and it didn’t take long for me to be trusted enough to close the place up at night on my own. This allowed me to sleep in late, and start work mid afternoon.

Evening was a time for regulars, the same friendly faces, not so many of the awkward people, though there were always a few. I kept them happy, kept the place clean and tidy. They were a chatty bunch and we all called each other by our first names.

The place closed at 11pm, and at 10:30pm I’d put the closed sign up and set the door so you could only exit before making my rounds. There were never many people left at this time of night, but people hardly ever turned up that late.

It was a Tuesday, I was about to lock the front door when I saw the lights of a car turn into the forecourt. I hesitated, but decided it was probably a bit rude to lock it right that moment. I saw the guy get out the car. I was unable to make him out clearly in the darkness but the streetlights showed his silhouette. This guy was large. I don’t just mean tall, I mean he was quite well built. I shifted quickly back to the front desk as the door opened and he stepped in.

As he stepped in I took a breath. I clearly wasn’t wrong with my initial glance. The guy was tall, six feet and a couple of inches at a guess and quite muscled. Not obscenely muscled, but certainly more than the average person here. What I hadn’t expected was that he was black. Now, I’m not inexperienced and untraveled, but around where I came from everyone was whiter than white. His skin was dark. His hair was black, short, and ever so slightly receding at the sides. He had a days worth of stubble on his face. I can’t say I’m great at ages, but I figured he must have been in his thirties, probably late thirties. Most noticeably he wore a grey suit in which it looked good. Suits were not the usual attire that people arrived in.

He smiled as he approached the reception desk and I could feel my cock throbbing as it got hard. Fuck, I thought to myself, he was really quite sexy. I was thankful to be behind the desk and pushed up closer against it until my shaft pressed up against a shelf under the desk.

“Hello sir,” I said. ‘Sir’? did I just say that aloud?

“Hi,” he said, flashing a friendly grin. He lifted up a hand, showing me his gym ID badge. “I’m sort of new here.”

“Oh, well welcome sir,” I’d said it again! Where was my brain. “Do you need a hand to know where to go?”

“Oh no, I should be good,” he said, shaking his head before he turned off in the direction of the changing rooms. My eyes followed him down the corridor – or more accurately his arse. With all the blood from my brain in my cock I wasn’t sure I could think straight.

When my brain did come back (cock still quite hard though) I dashed to the front door to lock it as I had originally intended to do. I dashed back as one of the regulars passed, not wanting him to see my tented shorts. He headed out, leaving with a wave to me.

I stood there for a few minutes, willing my cock to go down which it did eventually. Finally realising the time I resumed my task of tidying up the place before it closed. Regulars drifted out wishing me good night as they went.

After finishing at the front desk I made my way around the place, clearing the place, picking up discarded towels and similar. It was shortly before 11pm when to the main gym area. I realised my erotic visitor from earlier was the only one left and was on the far side lifting an amount of weights on a bench press which were making him grunt loudly.

Although as I got closer my eyes were easily distracted by his quite tight shorts and what they were hiding. Or in his case not hiding. As I approached him he looked my way.

“Hey,” he said as he spotted me, “Want a go?”

Surprise At The Gym

It’s Nick again. I recently found out I’m Bisexual. I discovered it by having two guys, Butch and Steve, catching me watch them have sex in the gym shower after hours one night. Since then I’ve been their little fuck toy every Wednesday night after our work out.

I’m 5’11”, tan, and in good shape. Steve is 6’6″, blonde, slender and athletic and Butch is also 6’6″ with red hair and the body of a professional body-builder (which he was).

One night after our Wednesday work out, we all headed to the showers to clean up and get to business fucking me.

Butch said to me with a kid’s grin, “Are you ready for a surprise, Nick?”

“What kind of surprise?,” I replied, somewhat puzzled.

“I won’t say until you’re sure you want it”, Butch said, his boyish grin getting bigger.

“I’m curious now”, I said, “I want to see this surprise.”

Steve led me over to one of the shower stations. They were the kind of showers the stood on metal columns in the shower room, each had four heads. He wrapped my hands around the column and Butch slapped handcuffs on my wrists so quickly that I didn’t even see it coming. I ended up on my hands and knees just to stay comfortable.

“What the fuck is this?!” I demanded to know.

Got Rice

Rice stood up from his chair and went into the bathroom; he had to wipe all of the sticky cum from his naked tanned thigh. The excess on his hand he licked clean, he loved the way he tasted. Rice smiled in the mirror, his dirty tangled blonde hair made him look like a surfer boy. Grinning, he stared deep into his blue-grey eyes and admired himself, 5’ 6”, shaved and lean and a healthy six and a half inch cock. He hardly hit the weights out and so wasn’t really well defined with bulging musculature, but was well toned from his running track for the university. Rice wanted to ooze sex today as he had his sights on a local soccer stud; he looked mysterious and was actually more pretty than handsome. Today is the day Brandon is mine, Rice thought to himself as he grabbed his pants and tossed them on before heading off to practice.

At the university where Rice went around a track surrounded the soccer field where the team practiced, Rice saw Brandon every practice out there running, playing soccer whilst he did his usual eight lap run. Brandon was a stud at the university and was well toned, he looked like Cobi Jones to Rice and he always wanted to sample his taste. All Rice could think of was how firm Brandon’s ass looked as it was straining in those tight shorts, and how huge his cock had to be. The image of Brandon’s thick brown cock head teasing his pouty lips made him hard and he could hardly wait to make his move. Three laps down, just a few more times I get to see that ass today. He thought to himself as the track whizzed by in a blur. Rice couldn’t see the track anymore, didn’t hear the sounds of the players or other runners practicing, there was only his breathing, the anticipation of waiting for his chance to make his move. Then suddenly, as Rice was dreaming of the musky taste of cock in his mouth, he tripped and landed awkwardly.

A few of the soccer players saw this and laughed, but Brandon told them to shut up. Quickly he ran over to Rice. He even smiles like Cobi. Rice thought, and quickly he took a peak at his bulge, he licked his lips.

“Are you okay? You took a pretty bad spill.”

“Um, yeah I think I’m okay.” Rice replied. He winced as he tried to stand. “Don’t know if I can walk home on it like this though.”

“Do you want a ride back home?” Brandon asked, his bare chest streaked with sweat, his shoulder length brown locks a mess.

Rice managed a crooked smile, “Yeah, thanks.”

Towel Boys

“Hey, Timmy,” the big boned stud called from across the dressing room, “I need and extra towel over here.” “Uh, right away, sir,” he replied while rushing over to him with his hand extended holding a fresh towel, “is there anything else I can do for you!?!” “I dunno, Timmy,” he said while grinning at his locker mate, Kelly, “is there anything else he can do for me!?!” “Wellllllll,” Kelly replied with a smirk, “maybe, and I’m saying just maybe, he could give your dick a little suckin’, whataya think, hon?!?” “Mmmmm,” Brian replied, “do you really think so, he’s so young, do you think he’s up to it, I mean I wouldn’t wanna hurt him!?!” “Why don’t you ask him,” Kelly rejoined quickly, “he seems old enough to me, come on, Timmy, how old are you anyway!?!” With his face turning a fire engine red he replied softly, “I’m eighteen, sir, and I’d love to suck Mr. Brian’s boner.” “Would you now,” Brian asked softly while spreading his sweaty thighs to expose his rapidly swelling dick, “well you know what I always say, keep the help happy!?!”

Timmy quickly dropped to his knees and opened his mouth over Brian’s bulging cock while Brian sighed, “God, I just love the way these young boys suck, “it seems that they must’ve taken Cock Suck 101 cuz they sure know where the head is.” “Mmmmmmmm, yes,” Kelly replied while sliding down between Timmy’s legs to take his little erection into his mouth, “and they’re always so hard and ready to go, I just love the taste of a hard young cock in my mouth, don’t you!?!” “Oh, yeah,” Brian panted, “I just love seeing them naked with their cute little hardons sticking up in the air ready to go, just seeing us naked is enough to give them a nice woody.” Timmy’s tongue was now flicking incessantly over the older man’s velvety head, and as his own pecker began spasming in Kelly’s hot mouth, Brian’s cock convulsed several times hard in his mouth as both of them had crushing orgasms rip through their orally satisfied organs.

The Home Gym Workout

“You don’t mind working out at my place tonight, do you,” asked Frank? “No, that’s no problem,” Denny replied, “as long as I get my reps in, I really don’t care where I do it!” “Good,” Frank said, “then let’s get to it!” Both men were serious weight lifters who spent much more time and energy working out than the average ever “joe” would, and it wouldn’t be unusual for either of them to spend four hours a night lifting and pulling the iron plates that gave them the heavily muscled appearance they so loved! Frank had invested big money into a home gym and this was the first time his friend Denny had seen it. “Wow,” he marveled, “this is great, you don’t even hafta leave home to get in your workout.”

“I know,” Frank said beaming, while running his hand over the huge apparatus, “it cost me four grand, but it’s worth it, no more running back and forth to the gym.” “You first,” Frank offered, “benches?!?” “Yeah, benches, set it at one seventy to start,” Denny replied! While Frank was adjusting the machine to one hundred and seventy pounds, Denny lay down on his back and got ready to do a set of bench presses. When he was finished, they traded places and Frank took his turn while Denny spotted for him. After that, they went through a long series of lifts, alternating back and forth between lifting and spotting. After a particularly rough set of squats, both men decided to take a breather and have a drink of a sport drink. “Wow it’s hot in here,” Denny commented, as he took a long gulp from the bottle. “Yeah, it is,” Frank replied, “do you want me to open the windows a little!?!”

“Naw,” Denny shot back, “I always feel like I’m doing more when I build up a sweat, don’t you?!?” “Yeah, I do too,” Frank answered back, “my muscles always look better when they’re gleaming from sweat.” “Hey,” Denny asked, “do ya have a posing mirror, I’d kinda like to see what I look like?!?” “Right over here,” Frank replied, as he pulled open a door that hid a full length mirror ideal for muscle posing. Denny stepped in front of it, and went through a series of poses, stopping at the end of each one to admire himself in the mirror! “Ya know, Denny,” Frank offered, “you can’t really tell what you look like with those sweats on, why don’t you take them off so you can see what you’ve got!?!”