Cruising at the Gym

CRUISING AT THE GYM - CHAPTER 3

Author: Stan

This story contains situations and scenes of graphic sex between consenting

adult males. All legal disclaimers apply.

Although it is based on a true story, this story is fiction, and names and details have been changed.

If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material then please don't.

Although the characters in this story don't, please always wear a condom during an encounter with someone you don't know well.

Please let me know what you think. I value your thoughts and opinion. I would also like to hear from you personally. Personal stories and accounts of your own similar experiences are always welcome.

Thanks to all the readers who dropped me a few lines after chapter 1!

KENNETH

I felt his ass tense up as he came, and humped him even more. This time I really wanted to fuck him. Feeling his ass against my cock and seeing his face buried in Jim's asshole threatened to send me over the edge. I reached for my lube, put it liberally on my cock, and poised myself at his entrance. I posed for a second, giving him the opportunity to say no, but seeing as he probably had the best cock-sucking skills I'd ever experienced, I doubted he was opposed to being fucked. He wasn't, and I slammed it home. Well, not exactly "slammed", since he was tight and I hadn't opened him first. But I gave it my best, and the feeling of "making way" in his ass was so incredibly hot I almost came. Finally I bottomed out and waited a few seconds for him to get used to my cock. He was still licking Jim's ass, and Jim was moaning with his deep sexy voice - That was enough to start me up. I began to fuck this tight asshole, put some more lube, and rammed it in. I fucked him quite violently - I didn't have time to make sweet, sweet love to him. I just really needed to cum. As I fucked him I watched Jim on all four, wiggling his ass against my current cum-dump's face, obviously enjoying himself. Suddenly he began to cry out, and shouted "Don't stop! Don't stop!" and he came. I could see his muscled ass clench repeatedly. That was enough for me and I unloaded in the tight, warm and wet hole in which my cock was engulfed. It just felt so good, and I could feel his ass fill up, my own sperm slickening that hole, making it even easier for me to pound it.

After a while, I stopped jerking up against him, and just stood there, my cock still in him, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings again. Jim was lying down on the step he'd been kneeling on, just under Donald's face, who was licking him up. I was reminded briefly of a cow licking its newborn calf. It was all very sweet. I pulled out gently (I'm a top, but I've been fucked enough to know that a cock getting out of your hole after a good pounding and after you've come can be extremely disagreeable). I wiped his ass then my dick with the towel I'd brought (provided and washed by the gym... I hoped they wouldn't look too closely), and sat down next to Jim. He was very sweaty, almost wet all over, and I realized I was myself very, very hot. Physical exertion and a steam room didn't exactly mix well together.

"I think we should get out of there before one of us passes out." I said, standing up and Jim moved with what seemed like the greatest difficulty. Donald helped him stand up and they leaned on each other as they walked out of the room, like two soldiers out of a battlefield. We headed to the showers, and I was relieved to see they were still empty. We rinsed ourselves, enjoying running our hands on each other. I felt a particular chemistry between Donald and Jim - the way they looked at each other, the sweet way Donald was washing Jim's back... It was very, very endearing. I just hoped they wouldn't cut me off if they ever got together...

DONALD

I got home exhausted. I was really, really tired. I hadn't had such satisfying sex in ages. I've always been a fairly sexual person - so I never go too long without sex. But my shy nature leads me to glory holes more often that it does to wild unexpected sex in the showers of the local gym. Last guy I'd been with, I'd met on manhunt. He had been good - Not great, but good enough: A good looking young college kid (freshman?), with hair like a blond, shiny hand mop, falling all over his eyes, so he kept throwing it backward to clear his vision. It was slightly ridiculous. He was only there to get a blowjob, so I got to work immediately. I got his cock out of his pants, not bothering pulling his pants off. He was very nervous and soft, so I sucked him in, trying to gently coax him to erection. It took a while. He kept apologizing, which I'm sure didn't really help. In the end, I told him to shut up, close his eyes and fantasize about something he liked. Finally he started to get hard and I did the rest. He was hung (he said 10" on his profile, which generally meant a thick 7" on manhunt, but I was surprised to see he was actually around the 10" mark). I sucked him down my throat, and the shy kid with a backpack (he'd taken it off) started to fuck my face with a violence I'd very rarely experienced before. He held my head and humped my face, grunting. After a few minutes of this treatment, he came without a warning, his cock swelling and hardening in my throat, which made me gag. After that, he went back to his shy self and apologized, asking me if he'd been too rough. I said no, I was fine and he was out of my door in a minute. Not bad, but I felt weird about him - what kind of psycho does it take to switch from sweet and shy to crazy rapist in a matter of seconds?

I went to bed, exhausted, without even brushing my teeth or anything, still feeling the taste of Jim's ass in my mouth, and that made me smile. When I woke up it was 5pm, and I was feeling fine. By chance, I didn't have to work this Friday. I stayed in bed for quite a long time, enjoying feeling my ass all sore, and humping my bed slowly. There's nothing like pleasuring your morning wood. I had a wicked urge to piss, but I knew if I overrode that and went on pleasuring myself, it would pass and my cock would feel great. I humped my bed, not trying to get off, just to get nice sensations, and thought idly about the night before. I really hadn't expected it, and it made it all so much more satisfying.

Everything had come as a surprise: me getting any action at all in this gym (I'd been attending this gym for over a year, and although I'd witness some sexual interactions, had never joined one), me getting in on with a guy with a "pussy" or at least let's say a different sort of dick, my enjoying it, and me getting ass fucked roughly by another man. I'd also been surprised how incredibly turned on I was by Jim's asshole. I'd eaten ass in the past, but was never so aroused by it – it was just something I did because I'm a nice guy and most men like it. But last night... It had been surreal, how hard it made my cock to bury my tongue in his hole, sniff around his nice soap-scented asshole, and hear him groan... And his hole closing up on my tongue as he came...

He was a nice, sweet guy, too. We talked a little bit afterward, since he lived two blocks away from me, and we got home together. In that short 5 minutes walk, I learnt he was still in college, finishing up his master's degree in engineering. I found it hot – I'd always had a thing for math nerds... Especially when they're as attractive as he is. I told him I'd seen him around the gym and had wanted to chat him up numerous times then never got the courage. At that he blushed but smiled – he was obviously pleased. We parted at the T-junction, and we shook hands. We'd see each other at the gym: I was there every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday night. He came pretty much on the same days.

JIM

The weekend passed, I saw friends, hit the clubs as usual, and as usual was too chicken to get anything going. Besides, I wanted to save myself up for Monday night. I'd told Donald I'd see him then. I was trying not to get too wrapped up, but I was really feeling excited – He was a nice guy, and his tongue on my ass had felt out of this world. On Monday night, I headed to the gym, butterflies in my stomach, and my dick all hard. I was wet too. I worked out seriously however, especially since I wasn't seeing Donald. It was a slow night; a few guys were lifting weights, but none of them attractive. Then, as I performed my last rep, I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped, startled. It was Kenneth. I grinned largely – I was really glad to see him, but hadn't expected to: He told me he generally didn't come on Mondays. I glanced at his crotch – still bulging, as usual. Still mouth-watering. I really wanted to suck him off. He'd just done his cardio work out, and was all sweaty. He was really hot. I would have loved to suck him off while I did my arm curls. But, instead of dropping my weights to the floor and plunging my hand in his shorts, I settled for a smile.

"Hi! Didn't expect you here!"

"Hi! Yeah, I came today because tomorrow I'm out of town, and I really wanted to see you. You and Donald. Is he here?" He said with a warm grin, and I was reminded of how handsome he was – it wasn't just his body!

"Nope. Haven't seen him" I said, disappointment showing through my voice. I shrugged and did my last set, with Kenneth watching me, fists on his hips. He was looking at me appreciatively, with a small smile and an intense gaze. He made me feel sexy.

"It sucks he isn't here, because I was in just for a quickie, I can't stay too much longer... Fancy meeting me in the toilets in 5 minutes?" He whispered in my ear, leaning over me.

I nodded and he left. I looked at my watch, and waited. I decided to do one more set to pass the time, then I got up and, wiping my face from the sweat, headed to the bathroom. He was sitting on the row of sinks, and winked at me, going first into one stall. I followed suit, and was sitting on the toilet very quickly, his cock in my mouth. I gave him head the best I could – although I had a feeling he'd have preferred Donald's, who seemed indeed very talented with his mouth and tongue. The feeling of him on my ass and on my dick... hmm... After a few minutes, Kenneth came in my mouth, washing it with cum. We came out of the bathroom, I hadn't let Kenneth make me come. I still wanted to hold out for Donald. I had but a small chance, but I was hoping. I think Kenneth had understood that I fancied Donald a bit more than just as a potential fuck. We shook hands and Kenneth winked at me.

"I hope he comes. Thank you for tonight, I hope we can still play around together another time, right?" He whispered, leaning forward. We were in the locker room (you had to cross it to get to the bathroom), in the doorway leading back to the gym area. There was a small random guy on the other end, putting on his shorts. He had a hairy and fat body, and a tiny cock buried in fur. I repressed a disgusted frown, and looked back at Kenneth.

"Of course! I think you're really hot... I hope we can fuck again soon. Anytime you need a blowjob or more... You know..." I saw his eyes light up, and he smiled broadly.

"Good. I was afraid that you know, if it worked with Donald..."

"No, no. It's not even a question for now. I mean, we've fucked what? Once? And he's standing me up tonight?" I smiled, but I guess it looked more bitter than I'd hoped, because Kenneth put a hand on my shoulder and pressed it.

"Don't worry kiddo. Maybe he's had a problem, but I could tell he liked you, ok? Anyway, see you soon. And next time I'll blow you." He winked at me.

I smiled - He really was a nice guy. I shook his hand again, letting my hand in his a bit more than necessary and he squeezed my shoulder a bit longer than necessary as well. Then he was off, his gym bag on his shoulder. I sat down on the bench in the middle of the locker room, wondering what to do. Cut my losses and go home? Wait for a bit and be disappointed? The gym would close in 30 minutes. I went back to the gym area, and decided I'd do a few more sets.

15 minutes later, I was still doing my sets, my stomach weighing heavily, disappointment churning inside, and rage boiling at myself for getting my hopes up. I got up, took my towel and headed to the locker room once again, when I bumped violently into someone who was running. The shock sent me to the floor and for a second I was very confused. Then hands took me by the arms and brought me back up. I looked at the fucker, ready to tell him off. It was Donald. He was fully dressed, in a very smart suit and tie, a backpack on his shoulder, his hair blown wildly around his face, and sweating all over. He was out of breath and his face was as red as his hair, so I guessed he'd been running.

"Jim!! Oh my God! I hoped... I thought you'd been gone by now... But I wanted to try anyway! God I'm glad!" He stopped a few moments to catch his breath, and I let him, trying not to smile too much.

"I'm really, really sorry! I was at work, and the CEO came all the way from New York, dropped in on us completely out of the blue, the fucker. So I couldn't blow him off, I had to go to the meeting, then to have a drink afterward with the team..." He was really trying to justify himself, and I totally understood.

"It's OK man. I get it, really." I smiled at him. "I'm happy you're here finally." Already I could feel a tingle in my crotch. Behind him, people were filing out from the two locker rooms (there were a lot of women since a popular dancing lesson was given on Monday evenings).

"I need to get my bag... We won't be able to be here tonight..." I said, not wanting to be the first to suggest we could go home together.

"It's OK. You can come at my place if you'd like. It's nice. And tidy, and not far from here..." He suggested, and he was still red-faced so I couldn't tell if he was blushing or not but it looked like it. I smiled.

I went to the locker room while he waited outside, then we set off.

DONALD

I was so relieved he was still here. As we were walking down the empty street that led to my apartment, we didn't talk much. My cock had been twitching and leaking all day in my underwear, and although it did go down with worry as time went by, it was now back in the game. I could feel it harden as we got closer. I was still a bit worried I might not perform as well as I had Friday morning with Jim, with only the two of us and without Kenneth's big cock to reassure me, but I was definitely going to try my best. Despite what I'd expected, discovering Jim didn't have a standard anatomy hadn't reduced my attraction to him in the least. I thought he was sweet, extraordinarily handsome, and his no bullshit attitude attracted me. We reached my building door, and I let us in. In my college days, I would have been ashamed to bring a trick back home, so I didn't. I lived on a meager allowance and could only afford a very small flat in not the best part of town. Now I was an architect, and my wages allowed me to have a rather large apartment in a good building in one of the good parts of Boston. We went up in the lift, and looked at each other with a smile. I could feel the heat rising, and my cock right along with it.

"Make yourself at home. Do you want something to drink?" I said, dropping my keys on the coffee table.

"A glass of water would be nice... Could I take a shower as well?" He asked me, standing next to the couch. I needed a shower too, and my cock suggested a nice solution.

"Sure... Mind if we take it together? I desperately need one too."

He blushed but nodded, and I went to fetch him his water. While he drank it, I stripped in front of him, being unable to bear all these clothes anymore. That and I've always been an exhibitionist. When I was a young teenager, I'd walk around in the woods near my home, hoping to be seen by some random people. I got a real kick out of it. And at the same time, I was patently unable to do a presentation in front of the whole class. Go wonder. My cock wasn't fully hard, but was already nicely plumped, and stuck out a bit. I saw Jim drop his gaze immediately, and stare with intensity at it. It only accelerated the blood rush. I took the empty glass from his hands, set it on the table behind me and took him by the hand, leading him to my bathroom. I needed to relax - I'd had a stressful day.

"How would you like to take a bath?" My bathtub wasn't a Jacuzzi, but was more than large enough for two people to fit in comfortably. That was one of the perks that had made me want that apartment despite its stiff rent.

"That would be great" He smiled.

He was still wearing his gym shorts and a small but rather loose T-shirt. Seeing him in his workout outfit only made me harder. I started the water, mixed it then let it flow. I walked toward him, and finally did what I'd wanted to do for a whole day: kiss him. I brought my arms around his neck, and brought my lips to his. I was sitting on the edge of the tub, so I was slightly shorter than him for once, and I liked it. He leaned forward, resting a hand on my shoulder and another on my thigh, and opened his mouth to slip his tongue in mine. I shivered. Our tongues battled and I felt his hand travel up my thigh. I thrust my hips a bit, signaling I was more than happy for him to touch my cock, and finally he took it in his hands. I realized at that moment it was the first time he did so. At least I think - Friday night had been a blur or hands and tongues, but I didn't remember Jim touching my dick. I moaned in his mouth, but he knew what he was doing and didn't over-stimulate me; he just held it in his warm palm, while we were kissing. I don't remember ever waiting for the bath to be full in a nicer way. After a while, I pulled off the kiss to check the water, and the bath was full. I stopped the tap and turned to Jim. He was standing still, staring at my ass. Little faggot. I turned around again to reach for the bath bubble soap and pretended to fumble a bit more than I needed to so that he could get a good view again. When all was ready, I jumped in it, welcoming the relief of warm water on my sore muscles and on my cock. I turned to look at Jim, smiling encouragingly.

He took his shirt off as I watched intently, then his shoes, and after a small hesitation, his shorts. My cock jumped under the surface of the water - He was really sexy, and had such a nice body. Nice, lean but toned. I loved his blond little happy trail crossing his abdomen. Without waiting any longer, he jumped in the bath with me, and the water rose dangerously close to the edge of the tub. I immediately grabbed his shoulders and turned him around so he could be back to me, and we settled comfortably, me against the wall, and he against me, my cock safely lodged against his back. We stayed like that for a good while. I felt good, and didn't feel like talking.

We washed, kissed, rinsed, kissed some more, but didn't do anything sexually. It was just a very, very nice and relaxing time for the both of us. However by the time we were dry, my cock was tingling, and I felt like doing much more than just kiss. I led him to the bedroom, turned the lights off so that only the street outside lit the room and we finally got down to business. We kissed savagely, and I brought him to the bed. I was lying on him, kissing him, and humped my cock against his thighs. It felt so good, the silky feeling of the down on his thighs felt really right. He ran his hands through my hair, and I really wanted him. I was used to bottoming, generally being a pillow queen. But something in him brought out the top in me. Maybe because he was younger? Maybe because I'd waited for two weeks to bed him? Maybe because I'd spent the whole weekend fisting my cock while thinking about his ass? I leaned back and, holding his shoulders, forced him to turn and lie on his stomach.

"Turn over bitch, I'm gonna lick your ass!" I whispered in his ear, and he groaned deeply.

I kissed his shoulders then the small of his back, before opening his ass cheeks and, without ceremony, plunging head first into his crack. I felt like a mad man. Nothing in the world registered on my radar than the silky feeling of that ass on my face (he was shaved there as well) and my cock pressing against the bed. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick his entire crack, going from bottom to top repeatedly, then focusing on his ass. I was going to fuck him, that was for sure.

I'd only fucked two guys in my life. The first was a kid at summer camp when I was 14. We'd taken to "cornholing" each other (a national past time at that camp), and every time it was my turn to get fucked, I pretended I hated it. The truth was I loved it much more than the other way around, but didn't want to let on for fear of losing my reputation. I was terrified that the other kids would find out I was queer. Rather ironic, now that I think about it - You could cornhole the other guys, so long as you pretended to hate it when you got fucked, that wasn't gay. The second guy was years later, a big butch guy I'd picked up in a club in my college days. He was huge, much taller than I was, which was so rare I was immediately drawn to him. We went home. I was expecting a huge cock to match the size, pounding in my hole all night long while I called him Daddy. As it turned out, he did have a huge cock. But he was a strict bottom, and preferred to go home rather than fuck me. I was 21, completely sex-crazed, and I indulged him. I preferred fucking him than not fucking at all. It's not that I didn't enjoy it (at that time, I enjoyed pretty much anything touching my dick), but I wasn't really into it.

That was not the case tonight. For the first time in my life, I was desperate to get into that hole and fuck him rough. But first things first, I wanted to lick him. I'd fantasized about it the whole week-end. That was a first, too. I'd never gotten into rimming that much. But something about his hole made me want to bury my face in it until he begged me to ram my cock in. I ran my tongue on his hole, and felt it progressively open. I forced the passage and was able to enter it. I felt him relax and push a bit, just as you do when you're taking a cock, and soon enough my tongue was in there. I moved it around. He wiggled his ass a bit, and I noticed he was moaning and talking gibberish.

"God yeah... Lick... Yeah... Come on man... Yeah... Please... More... More..."

That made me even harder, and I doubled my efforts. I also stroked his ass cheeks with my hands and felt him clench his ass rhythmically.

"Please, lick my dick too... Please..." he whimpered. I guessed this was making him as aroused as me, maybe even more. I made him turn over, and went back to his crotch, licking his dick this time. He sighed deeply and moaned. It was like sucking on a 2" version of a cock, and although it wasn't as hard as the real thing, it was definitely swollen. As I took him in my mouth, I felt him thrust his hips against me. He put his hand on my head, grabbing my short hair and forced me down.

"Yeah, suck that cock faggot! You like it huh? You've been waiting for it, huh?"

And I nodded, getting so aroused by his dirty talk. I've always loved dirty talk. A blowjob without dirty talk and insults is like a cake without sugar. It has no taste. I redoubled my efforts, eagerly sucking on his dick while he grunted his appreciation. My own cock was rock hard, and I humped the bed a bit for relief. Suddenly his grasp on my head became stronger, and he shouted at me not to stop. I understood he was about to cum, and I kept the same motion I'd been doing with my tongue. God knows how annoying it is when you're about to come and suddenly the stimulation changes and all is lost. Suddenly his body gave a jolt, and he grunted while spasming. That was extremely erotic, and I felt shivers. After a while he pulled my head off.

"Stop, it hurts after I've come". So I stopped and descended, going back to his asshole. I really was in a licking frenzy tonight. He sighed and shifted his hips so that I could get to his asshole more easily, then put his feet on my shoulders. I'd been in that position myself enough times, and I knew it was really comfortable. His asshole was spread open this time, and I played with it with my tongue, licking the rim, darting my tongue against it. After a few minutes he pulled me toward him and I fell on top of him. We kissed again, for a long time. We stroked each others' backs.

Then, I broke the kiss.

"I really want to fuck you, is that OK?" I whispered, licking his ear. He groaned.

"Fuck yeah, wreck my ass with your cock!"

That made me jump. It was like letting the monster out of its cage. I roughly took him by the shoulders and turn him over. I was in a rush, I was a man with a mission. My cock was harder than ever. I caught the bottle of lube I kept at all times on my night table, squeezed some directly in his hole, and plunged in. Without any warning, I grabbed his hips and buried my cock in his very, very tight warm hole. Now my cock is pretty long (exactly 8"5) but is on the thin side, so I don't need too much preparation with an experienced partner. And he was - his hole swallowed my cock without flinching. I stood still for a few seconds, nuzzling his neck and rejoicing in the feeling of my cock finally buried home. It really did feel like home. After a while, he pushed his ass against me, and I knew he was ready.

So I started fucking, like there would be no tomorrow. I thrust and thrust my hips against his ass, sometimes standing on my knees, sometimes leaning against his back and kissing his neck, which he seemed to enjoy immensely. I fucked him for a while, loving the feeling his ass gave to my cock, but feeling like something was missing - I was so used to having something up my ass when I came. We could do it next time - Maybe Kenneth could fuck me while I fucked Jim? The thought of that sent my blood racing, and I knew it wouldn't be too long. I focused on that thought, Kenneth, Jim and me... I hoped Kenneth could fuck me while I fucked Jim... But I didn't want Kenneth to fuck Jim. I felt jealous at the thought. It was as if Jim's ass was mine now. I was fucking MY own ass, it was mine and mine only! That thought did it, and I was sent past the point of no return. I bent over and bit his neck while I flooded his ass with my cum, grunting. I felt like a dog pissing on a tree: I was marking my territory.

"Keep fucking, don't stop!!!" He cried, and I went on (I had not intention of stopping actually). Then I felt his ass grip my cock with violence, and his body shudder, and I knew he was coming. That only heightened my pleasure, and I felt like I was going to pass out.

We were lying down on the bed. I'd gone and fetched a warm wet towel to freshen us up, and we were making out slowly. My arms were wrapped around his shoulders protectively, and we were kissing without passion but not without affection. It was one of these really slow, really sensual after-sex kisses, that tells you the sex has been great and you're really comfortable with the person. Then we stopped and we just laid there.

"Do you want me to go?" Jim suddenly said.

"Not if you don't want to." I answered, tightening my grip on his body. I really wanted him to stay the night. He turned his head at me and smiled.

"Good. Then maybe we can go to sleep? I'm kind of tired... Between the work out at the gym and the work out I got here..." He said with a teasing smile, and I grinned back. We decided what time to set the alarm clock at (he'd need to get back to his place tomorrow morning for his school stuff) and went to sleep, me spooning him from behind.

To be continued