Why I Love Gym

At the time of this story, I was a twenty-four year old man in a gay relationship and enjoyed working out regularly, which pleased my sexy boy at home. I had worked myself into being a very fit, muscular man, and my chiselled body was complimented by a nice endowment between my thighs – eight inches of hunky sausage when fully erect. Now, although I wasn’t a single man, I definitely enjoyed a perv on all the other muscle jocks in the gym (who doesn’t?!) and whilst pretty much any one of the fit guys was easy on the eye, there was one in particular who got the heart racing and the cock sticking up.

I found out, through eavesdropping, that his name was Steven and I knew that he lived nearby because I often saw him walking to and from the gym. He was a young guy, about 21, with a bronze body and spiked brown hair. His facial features were divine – he had a nice set of white teeth; his nose was just the right shape, and his eyes were all blue and watery. Now, all that would have been enough on any guy to call him hot; but this guy had the body to match. He often worked out wearing two tight singlets simultaneously, and I often found myself reaching for my cock at the sight of his huge, muscular arms and bulging chest – I assumed he had a set of rippling abs. His upper body was just absolutely monstrous – it was heavenly to look at. Many a time I chose a machine just behind where he was working out and sat there watching him, entranced by the masculinity and gorgeousness of his body; often when I was home alone I wanked to the thought of him, my boyfriend and I in a hot, cum-filled threesome. Even one glance at him could have made any gay guy horny.

However, there were some disappointments. One was that he never did any cardio exercises (like treadmills, rowing machines etc) so he always wore tracksuit pants when doing his weights, and I never had any idea of the shape or size of his cock. Two was that he often, for some inexplicable reason, put on a t-shirt and even sometimes a tracksuit top during his workout over the top of his singlets, depriving me of the sight of his bulging chest and rippling, tanned arms. And three was that he lived nearby – which meant he always took a shower at home; thus I had never seen him even half naked.

One early Saturday evening, I decided to go to the gym before I went out clubbing with my boy. Steven was there, pumping out reps on the bench press and I had a few good looks at him in his singlets before he put on a T-shirt, hiding his beauty from the rest of the world. I then went to the cardio room, the last section of my workout, and ran 20 minutes at a good, quick pace. Sweaty and tired, I headed straight for the showers and stripped off. There was nobody else in there – in fact there had only been a few other people in the gym – a group of older women and a middle-aged junkie that was in there everyday almost. I was too tired to do anything else but wash.

After my shower I dressed in my clubbing clothes and was feeling pretty sexy. I went into the cubicle just before I left to take a quick shit; then I heard someone come in. Thinking nothing of it, I washed my hands and I was about to leave until I noticed the guy’s back lying there; I recognised it as Steven’s.

This was quite interesting; I could hear the shower running. I wondered why Steven would be using the shower – he always walked home first. I figured he must have been going out too – perhaps he was going to leave straight from the gym. Looking around to make sure no-one else was there, I verified this notion as I found a shirt, tie and trousers inside his bag – I then noticed a suit jacket hanging up. He was obviously going out.

Then I saw his gym clothes that were lying strewn around his bag and suddenly became entranced with the notion of his underwear. I have always considered myself an underwear connoisseur and my boyfriend and I, who share our underwear, enjoy a good sniff of another man’s jocks. I rustled around and found them inside his tracksuit pants; he had obviously taken off his undies and pants all at once. Once I’d taken them out I nearly squealed with delight – it was a Calvin Klein jockstrap, an item I found particularly arousing. I kicked off my shoes and pulled down my jeans; I ripped off my top and wearing nothing but my Hugo Boss boxer briefs, standing there in my full glory, I sniffed the jockstrap.

The scent was warm and sweaty and I soon had my nose entangled in the soft material, with one hand holding the jock to my nose, the other massaging the ever-growing bulge in my own underwear. The thought of Steven, one of the sexiest men I had ever seen in the flesh, holding his sack inside this jock brought me into raptures; and I began to fantasise – about how wonderful it would be to bring this jock home, and pull it over my lover’s face. How glorious it would be to kiss my boy passionately, rubbing against the material, thinking of Steven, the sexy gym jock. My dick was now very hard – I decided, as Steven had been in the shower quite a long time, to quickly try the jock on and then get out of here. There was no doubt he had seen me come in here so I would be known as the culprit if I took his jock – and I definitely didn’t want to get caught wanking while sniffing his underwear.

Thus I took off my briefs and slipped on the jock – and the sensation was amazing. The feel of the jock against my hard, generously proportioned penis was fantastic, and the urge to wank soon became irresistible. I began rubbing my cock harder and harder, wanting more and more to leave a little present for Steven inside this jock. I may have been moaning, but I really didn’t care – I was just thinking about the magnificence of this piece of underwear, and the man who owned it standing naked in the shower not far away. I stroked my cock harder and harder with one hand and began slapping my bare ass with the other and the pleasure was indescribable – it was surely the best masturbation experience of my life. I reached the point of no return, giving out low moans and ready to pour out my juice, when thing I really didn’t want to happen happened – suddenly Steven came out of the shower and began walking towards me, just as my cock began to gush with streams of my hot sex liquid. I felt immediately panicky – the phrase “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit” was screaming loudly at me through my head. Yet Steven’s face appeared as the polar opposite – he seemed cool and calm…and he was naked.

He threw his towel down and touched my bulge, which was slowly getting smaller. The feel of my wet cock and balls seemed to please him – he tilted his head back and I noticed his dick growing. I couldn’t believe this – Steven was gay? Or, even more surprising, Steven fancied me?

I was about to say something when Steven seized the moment and went straight for my mouth and we kissed passionately. He embraced me and I felt his muscular body against me – he had no body hair except for around his testicles, and I liked the feel of his smooth, velvety skin, a sensation I didn’t get with my young, hairy cub of a boyfriend. Our chests touched – his breasts were more than well-sized and I reckon there were girls who had less of a bosom than him. It was all muscle, of course – just a good, muscly chest, with well defined pectorals. I was hardly able to contain my excitement – just seeing this incredibly handsome male naked would have been enough to drive me wild – but now he was touching me, fondling me, kissing me with passion. Our tongues were wrapped around each other and I was in ecstasy. My hands slowly moved to his buttocks which were, from the feel of them, very nicely shaped. I pushed his ass closer towards me and his cock touched the wet jockstrap for the first time. His cock was quite well sized – it wasn’t quite as big as mine but it was bigger than my boyfriend’s, and as I had only ever had sex with my guy, the notion of having such a big schlong in front of me was new and satisfying. “Take it off,” he said, gruffly yet sensuously. “I wanna see it. I wanna see your big, fat, cock.”

He spoke with such longing and I could sense that he was incredibly horny – I wondered if he had ever been in such a situation, or if he perhaps hadn’t done it for a while. Whilst duly lowering the jock to reveal a shiny, long shaft, I enquired as to his virginity. He said he had had sex only twice – once to a girl, the other to a man – and t both experiences had been a few years ago. Now I understood why this guy was such a horny fucker. I imagined the huge load he would shoot, arousing me even more.

He knelt down on the floor and began to touch my dick. I wondered at first if he wanted to give me a handjob, but his strokes were much more delicate and he caressed my cock in a very sensual way. I was beginning to think it was too much to bear, when he plunged my shaft down his throat and began to suck. I complimented the in and out motion by thrusting my dick in as far as I could go. My hips were grinding hard against his face and I massaged his head of hair. He gave a fair blowjob – it was certainly just as good as any I had had at home. The thought of the hunky jock giving me head was turning me on incredibly, and I could have blown quite copiously, however I wanted to save my spunk for something else.

“Stop, Steven. I’d like to do something else, if you would too.” I talked to him as if it were all normal, as if everything I said was right.

“I hope you’re talking about fucking me,” he said, almost pleading. “Fuck me, please. Ohhh, I really want that cock up my ass.” He was groaning and masturbating as he said it. I’d never seen a man so turned on.

“Yes, I’d love to fuck you,” I replied, and he moaned louder. Not wanting to miss a second of such an incredible opportunity, I pulled out one of the condoms I’d had ready for tonight’s clubbing out of my jeans on the floor, and pulled it down over my throbbing, hard organ. Oh, how I wanted to have sex with this man. How I had dreamt of it, whilst working out, seeing his muscles bulge and flex. The hottest guy I knew was naked, horny and wanted nothing more than for me to fuck the living daylights out of him. It was a situation only some men encounter in their dreams.

I began by shoving some fingers up his ass. First one, which didn’t really faze him in terms of pain, then another, which hurt him a bit. He was a little tense and to relax him I massaged his ass cheeks with my other hand. He seemed to like and I moved onto three fingers, to which he seemed to have no objection. I decided he was ready. I slowly entered his butt, my cock sliding in to his tight hole. Oh, it was wonderful. I reached underneath him and began massaging his huge chest. I fondled his nipples voluptuously as I went in and out, in and out. I loved the feel of his warm, naked body. My rate soon quickened and Steven responded by wanting more. “Fuck me harder, fuck me harder…hit my G-spot, you hot fucker…” He moaned, louder and louder, and I was soon fucking harder than I ever had in my whole life. His threshold was amazing. My own boy would have blown three times by now. The pleasure I was experiencing was unbelievable; I was close to the greatest orgasm of my life. Steven then let out a huge, randy groan, and I glimpsed his cum exploding out of his dick in torrents. I realised I too was extremely close. I asked Steven in between moans to hold out a little longer, and I began thrusting as I never had before, my hips in a frenzy. I wanted this to be perfect. I grinded my hips into his ass one last time and I orgasmed, my dick pouring out wave after wave of my salty man nectar into the condom. I was worn out – more tired than I had felt after my workout. Steven lay down on the ground and I rested upon him, my head against his glorious, massive chest, our cocks wet with our man fluids. I was sweaty and sticky but I felt better than I had ever felt before, extremely satisfied after the most pleasurable sex of my entire life.

It was the first of many sexual experiences with Steven – we did it once at his apartment after a gym session; I brought him home to my man, and we had an awesome threesome; we did this many times until my lover and I decided to part. I just wasn’t getting the same thrill from being with him anymore, but we’re still great buddies and I give him a call every now and again. Steven was more than happy to take his place as my boyfriend – and today he and I work out in the gym together, and have rampant sex once we get home. I still think I’m the luckiest guy in the world, being the partner of such a gorgeous gay stud, although I’m yet to recreate a moment so heavenly as the one I had with him in the gym that evening...