Clay's Adventures Chapter 2: Sloppy Gym Encounter
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This story follows the adventures of our favorite twink named Clay. If you haven't read chapter one, please do so as it properly introduces him.
"Eight, nine, ten." Clunk went the weights on the squat rack as Clay re-racked the bar and stood aside to look at his thighs in the reflection of the mirror. Slick with sweat, they reflected the bright gym lights.
"Another set done and look at that, these thighs are getting juicy", he said as he lifted the front of his shirt and wiped the sweat off his face. Clay looked around at the mostly empty gym floor, stopping at the clock on the far wall.
"Woah, 10pm already. Time flies when working out. Probably should call it quits and head home. Got that puppy pile-up party to attend at Greg's place and I want to be rested up for that," he said to himself as he caught his breath.
Clay began gathering his things when his AirPods case slipped out of the pocket of his 5" mesh pink shorts and rolled across the floor. As he walked over to retrieve it, he noticed a somewhat fit dad across the room on hip abduction machine. With each rep, the dad's thighs stretched open wider. Everything was on display. Clay's eyes immediately locked on the guy's rather full package contained within his grey joggers and he felt a familiar tingle on his boy hole as it started to twitch.
After what felt like forever, the dad noticed Clay staring, decided to adjust his crotch and waved at him with a slight smile. Clay snapped back to reality, shook his sweaty hair in a swoosh fashion, giggle and waved back. The guy pointed to the shoulder press machine and then the men's locker room. Clay nodded in subtle reply and then turned around to make sure his ass was facing the gym dad so that his Addicted jockstrap band would show as he bent over to pickup his case. Clay heard the guy make a moan and knew he was hooked.
Clay walked back to the squat rack, packed up his bright blue and white gym bag. As he headed for the locker room, he lifted his shirt again to wipe his face, which revealed his Addicted jockstrap band and the upper part of his sweaty twink butt.
The gym dad looked over to watch as Clay strutted into the locker room, ass on display.
"He not only is asking for it, he is demanding it. Well, ask and you shall receive," the gym dad said as he felt his cock swell inside his briefs.
"Mmm can't wait to have this dad's babies inside of me," Clay said to himself as he turned the corner and entered the locker room. He walked around to see if anyone else was there and is thrilled to find out that it was empty.
Just as Clay finished his lap around the locker room, the Dad entered and immediately grabbed Clay by the waist to pull him close.
"I saw you staring for a while before I waved, you're a dirty little slut who needs this thick dad cock. You will refer to me as Sir and nothing else,"
"Yes Sir! I want you to impregnate me. I know there's a big load in there," Clay moaned and caressed Sir's package.
Sir pointed to the shower stalls. "Walk".
"Get in there, remove everything except your jockstrap and face the wall".
Clay headed towards the lockers, opened one and threw his bag in there. He unzipped the front pocket, grabbed the lube and weed pen. He headed towards the showers, looked back and saw the dad following him. Clay entered the last stall and removed his shorts, shirt and put them on the bench along with the lube. He took a big hit of his weed pen and held it in for a moment and exhaled. Clay felt a wave of bliss wash over his whole body. His hole let go a bit and softened to rest in a slightly opened state. As instructed he faced the wall with his smooth butt on display held in place by the even tighter straps of his jock. His blonde ass hairs just peaked out from the crack. This was an invitation if there ever was one.
The gym dad entered the stall and pulled the curtain closed. He removed his shirt, shorts and while in the process of pulling down his light blue super sweaty briefs, Clay looked back and moaned. The sight of Sir's body was perfection to Clay. Standing tall at 6 foot, a typical buzzed but shaggy dad cut dark chocolate hair. Face a bit worn by the wind and sun, nothing damaging just enough to show that this dad was an outdoors guy. Clean shaven up top but dusted with body hair, thicker in some areas, thinner in others. Broad shoulders, nicely sized arms, toned muscles, tight muscular chest and a bit of dad belly to complete the look. Sir's body hair got thicker and darker as it got closer to his groin, a happy trail wouldn't do justice. More like a happy road! A well trimmed thick dark bush hovered above the growing member, thickening with each inch curved ever so slightly to the right. Clay looked him up and down then did a little bounce motion to shake his butt up and down. Clay was so excited about what was to cum.
Sir took his sweaty briefs and put them over Clay's head so the taint part was in his mouth and the ass part covered Clay's face.
"Inhale" commanded the gym dad.
Clay breathed in deeply, as the musky sweaty scent filled his lungs. He exhaled with a long moan and whimper.
"Keep breathing in my scent like a good boy, those will stay on the entire time," Sir said as he squatted down and buried his face in between Clay's butt cheeks. The sound of him inhaling Clay's ass filled the shower stall.
"Oh Sir," Clay moaned as he felt the soft warmth of his Sir's tongue lap at his sweaty hole. Savoring each flick of the tongue. Up, down, left and right, Sir wanted to taste every inch of this twink's perfectly crafted hole. Musky, with a bit of dirt, silky, sweet and a hint of ripe saltiness. These are the words that describe a hole that is taken care of but still showcases the real natural body aromas. With Clays cheeks spread wide, Sir pulled back his head to examine the sight before him. A mix of reds, pinks, light and dark blended to create the perfect color, compete with a slight gape at the entrance.
SPLAT! Went a thick wad of spit as it made contact with Clay's hole. Sir slowly pushed his thumb into Clay, causing him to squeal softly. Clay pushed his butt back and forth a bit to help the thumb enter him.
"Good boy," Sir said while squeezing Clay's cheeks.
"Work that hole on my thumb, get it loosened up a bit."
Sir pulled his thumb out rather swiftly and replaced it with his tongue.
At this point Sir was aggressively eating out Clay, preparing his hole for the deep rough fucking. Clay continued to let out soft moans with the occasional gasp while breathing deeply. Clay's cock strained against his jockstrap and the wall, desperately seeking attention but all it got was the pressure of being pushed against the cold tile of the shower wall.
"Push your hole out for me now," Sir commanded!
Clay pushed his hole out and then squeezed it closed.
"Did I say you could squeeze it closed? No, I did not. Push it out and keep it there," Sir commanded.
Clay pushed his hole out once again and strained to keep it out. Sir inhaled deeply, planted his lips against the soft hole and blew all the air up Clay's asshole.
A deep inflation grumble was heard coming from Clay's lower region.
"Now, hold all that hot air in there. Do not let any of it come out," Sir said while slowly stroking himself.
Clay's hole slammed shut and quivered as it struggled to hold back his mounting farts.
"Oh my god, I am so full of your hot breath, ugh my tummy," Clay moaned as he felt the gym dad's very hard and very thick 7" cut cock press against him.
"I can feel your hole twitching against my head. You're about to get the best fuck of your life," Sir whispered into Clay's ear as he pressed him against the tile wall.
Sir reached over, grabbed the lube, and poured some on his hand. He rubbed it up and down Clay's crack while pushing some in.
"Keep holding it" as he greased up his cock. He wrapped his arm around Clay's upper body, positioned his cock back on Clay's hole and leaned in.
"You ready to get filled with my thick cock?"
"Yes, si...", Clay couldn't even finish his sentence before he felt sir pushing forward.
"Ugh, So thick, push it into me and fill me up. I am full of cock and farts" Clay grunted as he was pushed against the wall.
"Such a tight and hot hole, all that air helped open you up," Sir whispered into Clay's ear as he wrapped both of his arms around, pulling him back and such that Clay bottomed out. Both let out deep moans that echoed through the locker room.
"Now that you are full of me in many ways, why don't you try to push out a fart for me..."
Clay was completely dickmatized. Filled to the brim with dick and hot breath. Wrapped up in Sir's arms, farts demanding an exit, Clay wondered how far this Sir was going to take this. With some hesitation Clay began to push his hole out, unsure if he may accidentally shit.
"I'm trying Sir, you're too thick, nothing will come out. And umm I'm sorry if I shit on you," Clay whimpered apologetically.
"Such a good boy, keep pushing, I can feel your hole open up as you try to push out my hot breath. I am hoping you do have a big turd in there for me," said Sir. Each time Clay pushed his hole, Sir pushed forward to get his dick deeper. The two were interlocked.
After what seemed like forever, Clay leaned forward against the wall and pushed his butt back. He then felt his top start to move his hips back and forth. Each time the cock pulled back, Clay felt the air try to escape and each time the invader pushed forward back to the hilt, the air compacted deeper, Clay had never felt this sort of expansion sensation before and he loved it. The slight rocking kept up for a few minutes until a tiny blip of air squeaked out.
"Hot ass, I felt that one vibrate past my cock. But I know there's a lot more that is desperate to come out," Sir exclaimed in joy!
"Yes Sir," Clay groaned.
Clay was rock hard. He didn't know his cock could get like this. It rubbed against the jock pouch and shower wall every time Sir pushed forward. The cold tile was slick with twink pre-cum and had started to warm up from all the motion. As he moved his butt back, he looked down to see a thick string of pre-cum dangling between the wall and his cock.
"Ah, fuck, so, full, so, hard, so, wet," Clay grunted in between each word, which was music to Sir's ears.
Sir continued slowing humping Clay's butt. He pulled his cock back further with each thrust, but ensured the head stayed inside. Sir wanted to make sure Clay stayed as full as possible. This twink needed to be properly used just like he asked for. Clay moved his butt back and forth to match the rhythm. In and out went the cock, Clay was stretched wide. He could feel the curve of Sir's cock as he rotated his hips ever so slightly. With each thrust the cock stimulated Clay's insides. The texture and curve against his prostrate made him go wild with pleasure. Clay took another hit of his weed pen and felt his hole relax.
As Sir pulled back, Clay shifted in such a way that made Sir slip right out of the open flesh tunnel.
"Oops, sorry Sir," Clay apologized before he paused to grab his tummy.
A deep rumble/gurgle noise came from within before Clay's hole erupted with a series of wet farts that echoed throughout. Clay's whole body shook. As Clay's hole exported the farts, Sir grabbed his cock and put the head right on the opening.
"Fucking hot! Get those farts all over my cock, I love how your hole is flapping against my head," Sir said as he groaned in pleasure.
Each emission had its own sound and vibration pattern that caused Sir to leak a large amount of pre-cum. Each glob dripped down the crack, which gave the flatulence a wetter sound. Clay farted for several seconds before coming to a pause with one final grunted squelch.
"Ugh, that felt amazing, Clay stated as he wobbled slightly.
Sir grabbed Clay's hips and positioned his very open, wet sloppy hole on his cock to stabilize him.
"Now I am so empty," Clay whined.
POP! Went Clay's hole as Sir slipped his cock head back in to the eagerly awaiting hole.
"Yes, that is much better. I love the feeling of a thick cock head in me," Clay stated in excitement. He could feel himself being held up by both by the hands at his hips and the cock resting just inside his hole.
Sir knew Clay was ready for a full on anal assault. The hole was wide open and ready to be dumped in. He enjoyed holding Clay in place, which prevented Clay from slamming his ass back to milk the cock. The little jerks of his butt edged Sir ever so slightly. It was cute to see how desperate he was for the cock. Soon enough, Clay would get his reward. Sir composed himself for a moment until Clay began issuing a demand.
"I want you to fuck me as hard as you can Sir! My hole is ready for you. I am ready for you! Please fill me up with your hot bountiful load," Clay said while wiggling himself around to try to move his ass back. Unfortunately no matter how much he tried to push back, he was held in position by Sir's firm grip of his waist.
"Give me a moment to compose myself, I almost erupted while you were farting all over my cock head. When a hole talks back it is music to my ears and you produced a symphony," Sir stated.
Sir let go of Clay's hips for a moment.
"Do not move," Sir commanded.
Sir removed his cock from Clay and some slime slid down out of the opened hole. It was light brown in color, Clay had another deposit.
Clay stayed in place, he leaned his chest against the tile wall and reached back to spread his cheeks wide.
"Looks like that big turd inside of you is getting mixed up. I want to make a mess out of you,," Sir said as he spat a big wad of spit inside Clay's hole and took a moment to admire his work. Most of it stayed in, but some of it dripped out of the hole on to the shower floor.
"That should do it," Sir proclaimed as he stood back up and lined his cock back up to the awaiting hole.
"I am going to fuck you till I cum."
"Please," Clay whimpered.
Sir pushed his dick forward and Clay slurped it up to the hilt in one fell swoop.
"Fuck ya, such a hungry hole," Sir said.
A rapid fucking motion began to unfold, Sir grabbed Clay's hip with one hand and pushed him forward with the other such that his ass arched up as far as possible.
Sir turned into a pile driver as he pounded away, grunts, gasps, moans and skin slapping together filled the surrounding area. With each thrust a squelching noise emitted from Clay's insides.
Suddenly and without warning, Sir felt his head get quite warm. He didn't cum yet so he knew it had to mean he made contact with something else.
"I can feel your big turd boy, feels so hot on my cock. I love that you are all natural ," Sir said as he continued pounding Clay.
"Sorry Sir," Clay said with an embarrassed tone.
"Don't be, it's natural and it's fucking sexy. We'll wash it away after. You better cum soon boy, I am about to breed you" Sir grunted in a breathy fashion.
Nothing changed in Sir's rhythm, he relentlessly fucked Clay with no mercy. Clay just accepted it and moaned. This turned Clay on a lot, he knew tops liked dirty smelly buttholes but he had never had one fuck the literal shit out of him. He was super turned on, his own cock had produced so much pre-cum that he didn't know if he could cum. Clay focused his attention to the abuse his G-Spot was receiving.
Suddenly Clay felt a void and there was a loud splash on the floor beneath them, Clay's bowels had been emptied by the quick removal of Sir's cock. Clay and Sir looked down at the floor, then at each other and grinned.
"What a hot dump! And it doesn't smell," Sir responded.
"I eat very healthy, lots of fiber," Clay replied.
"Good boy, now get this cock back in your dirty hole," Sir said as he slid his cock back in and continued to pound Clay.
Clay gasped, he felt his cock start to twitch in his jock pouch. Sir's curved member slid across his G-Spot with such force that Clay knew what was about to happen.
"Sir, you are going to make me cum!" Clay announced.
"Do it! Fucking cum for me you little slut," Sir advocated.
Clay focused on contracting his hole in a rapid fashion, as tired as it was it still managed to squeeze on Sir's cock. Clay milked Sir for all he was worth in an effort to spill both of their loads. With one final squeeze, Clay felt euphoria wash over him as his cock exploded, Clay had never cum this hard in his life. Squirt after squirt of twink cum burst into his jock pouch leaking out all over the wall.
"I can feel your hole going crazy on me. Are you cumming" Sir asked, already knowing the answer.
"Uh Huh," Clay said, barely able to respond due to intense orgasm he was in the middle of.
Sir found the last burst of speed his body could offer to his rapid thrusting. Clay went limp, his hole was wide open as it waited to accept the explosive load from Sir. He held Clay up by sheer strength as he continued to pound, the volume of Sir's grunts increased, he inhaled air in bursts, his orgasm was mounting. Sir could feel an intense heat and pressure building at the base of his cock.
"Take it slut! Take my fucking load," Sir shouted!
With one final thrust forward, Sir paused and erupted. His whole body shivered as an absurd amount cum was dumped into Clay.
"SIR, oh my gosh," Clay said with surprise. It felt like someone had turned on a hose inside of him. Ropes of cum flooded his hole, Clay wondered if he could keep it in.
Unlikely...
Sir leaned forward to put his hands on the shower wall to stabilize himself. His cock still emptying into Clay. He took the briefs off Clay's head and tossed them aside.
"Fuck boy, I haven't cummed like that in a long time. You looked so hot wearing my briefs the entire time. Thank you for letting me breed you," Sir said in a somewhat tender way.
Still hard, and firmly implanted in Clay, Sir pushed himself back up from the wall. He reached forward and fondled Clay's pouch. Soaked couldn't even describe it.
"Damn, you came a lot too huh," Sir asked?
"Yes Sir, thank you! I am glad you were able to breed me deep. You helped me discover a new kink," Clay happily replied.
Sir gave Clay's pouch a good juggle then pulled his hand back and licked all the twink juices off his fingers.
"Nothing better than fresh juice straight from the tap. Yum," said Sir.
Sir's cock had softened up just enough and slipped right out of Clay's fully bred hole. Both were snapped out of their euphoric haze by the sounds that quickly came out of Clay's butt. A series of quick bursts of cum and air splashed back on Sir's legs. This went on for about a few seconds and then came to an abrupt stop.
"Dang, I wanted to try to hold some of that in me for my walk home," Clay begrudgingly said.
"HAHAHA," Sir burst out into laughter.
"Ya right slut, that hole is going to wide open for a few days, good luck keeping anything in there," Sir teased as he turned on the shower to rinse everything off.
Clay winced slightly at the hot water being sprayed on his tender freshly fucked hole. He knew it was filthy and needed a good cleaning, he'd tend to it when he got home, for now a quick rinse would suffice. Clay cupped his hand between his cheeks so water could collect and gave it a few pushes, "squelch squelch" went the water. He then felt his hole, it was gaped wide, three fingers slipped right in.
"Wow, my hole is gaped," Clay muttered.
Clay wasn't concerned, he had seen his hole in a much wider state before when his friend James put him through a stretching session. Clay knew how to take care of his hole and nurture it back to perfect tightness.
The two washed off in the shower in silence, just a few deep breaths here and there as they came back to reality. It was one of those anonymous hookups that felt like maybe something more could come of it. Sir left the water running and jumped out of the shower, Clay thought that was goodbye but before Clay could think of anything Sir had returned with towels. Clay shut the water off and Sir tossed one over to him.
They dried off in the still empty locker room as they gathered their things. They walked over to the locker that Clay threw his bag in, Sir sat down on the bench while Clay rummaged through his gym bag.
"That was really something hot and sexy in there. I would like to meet up with you again soon for some more hot play," Sir mentioned.
"Oh ya? I would like that a lot. Normally my hookups are just cum and go/anonymous public scenes," Clay replied.
"I just felt a connection with you and want to have a regular fuck buddy in my life," Sir said back.
Clay toweled off his body and snapped a pair of forest green briefs on while he packed up the lube in his little sex bag.
"A regular fuck? Please, you got to have multiple twinks at your disposal," Clay snorted back.
Sir stood up and tossed his towel in the bin as he pulled on his grey joggers and black shirt. He tucked his wet briefs into one of the pockets and pulled out his phone.
"Believe it or not, I do not. I am recently divorced from my wife and looking to start fresh. I have always had a desire for men but never expressed or explored it, just gay porn and long edging sessions," Sir said to Clay who sported a puzzled yet excited expression.
Clay LOVED curious men, they were always fun. Based on this encounter he knew this man had interests and desires that needed to be explored.
"Just goes to show that nothing can ever be judged by appearances alone," Clay replied as Sir handed him the phone so Clay could put in his contact info.
"You can use a real name or not, doesn't matter to me as long as we can meet up again so I can enjoy you and your hot assets some more ," Sir said.
"Oh shucks, stop you are making me blush," Clay joked as he wrote Clay in the first name field, typed in his phone number and hit save.
"My name is Clay, but as you can see I respond to various names," Clay smirked as he handed back the phone.
"Such a nice innocent name for a very non innocent twink," Sir replied back.
"The name is Leo," he said while sticking out his right hand.
Clay batted the hand away and stepped in to kiss Leo on the lips. Then stepped back to pull on his white sweatpants.
"What are having a business meeting introduction," Clay laughed as he pulled on his dark purple hoodie.
Smirking, Leo blushed and pressed call on the phone so that Clay would have his number.
The two grabbed their things, tossed the towels in the bin, headed out of the locker room and out the gym's front door.
"Now you have my number. Do you have a car," Leo asked?
"Yea I got a nice ride, all that OnlyFans money comes in handy. I usually try to skate, walk or bike places. How far are you from here," Clay asked?
"Oh just down the road and up the hills, I got a nice place up there that overlooks the valley," Leo replied.
Leo showed Clay on the map. Clay giggled and then moved the map over to where his condo was.
"Okay so we are basically neighbors, you just have to climb the hill to my house then. Enough time to get that sweet ass nice and sweaty," Leo said as he ruffled Clay's hair.
"Hah, yea pretty close by. Look I just want to make this clear that I am not looking for anything romantic right now, I am still in my young dumb twink era and want to keep it that way. You should enjoy your hot single dad time as well," Clay replied with a firm tone.
"I understand, just being a bit playful. Don't worry, I won't try to tame the hot slut in you," Leo teased.
With that being said, Clay reached in for a side hug and felt Leo grab his ass one more time.
The two parted ways as Clay walked down the sidewalk and turned right to head back to his condo while Leo go into his lifted forest green 4Runner and drove off.
Clay replayed the shower scene in his head, he could feel his hole twitch at the thought of it. He didn't think Leo would ever want to see him again after he splashed him with his bowels but hey people are freaks. Clay was glad he could be just a dumb natural slut who proudly took Leo's big dad load.
As Clay crossed the street and head down the park path, he looked to the left as he passed by the concrete park bathrooms where just last week he was taking anonymous loads from various men, he paused.
"No, no, you need to go home and rest. The pile up is tomorrow and Greg would be upset if you didn't go," Clay said to himself.
Suddenly he felt a little wet fart escape his hole followed by a bit of slime. He felt his briefs to make sure it wasn't worse than it sounded. It was fine, just a bit damp, nothing major.
Clay continued down the park path and saw his condo building illuminated in the distance.
It was a night to remember and a fuck he wouldn't ever forget. He looked forward to his next session with Leo but for now it was time for a hot bath.
Tomorrow's puppy pile-up will be an adventure.