Everyone always said college was so cool because you could make your own schedule and go to class whenever you wanted to. They left off the part about that only applying to students who lived on campus. For those of us who commuted and gut stuck with odd hours of classes, the day could become remarkably long; especially during summer school. It was the dead middle of July and I had to sit through a five hour stretch between lecture and a small seminar. In my high school days, I would have locked myself in the library to knockout some homework. But nowadays, I just chill there to stay cool.
I started rummaging through my backpack to pull out my history book so I could get to work, when I was distracted by this beautiful vision. This perfectly tanned, Asian hunk, probably no taller than 5'10 strutted past the desk I was sitting at. Seeing how it was summertime, he was wearing a tank top that bore his bronzed muscular arms. They were so muscular, so thick I just could not help but to lock in on them as they walked away. Now, judging by the way he walked, I would imagine that he wasn't gay.
But damn, if he were I would be sure to take him down right here and then.
Looking at his hunky arms got me to looking at my own. I know a lot of other Black guys my age were a lot more swole than me since they spent a lifetime playing different sports. But, at the age of 20, I didn't consider myself to be too bad off. I gave my light brown arms a squeeze as I flexed my slightly toned biceps and I had to say I was proud of my body. But damn, I did not compare to that Far East Herculean hottie that just passed by.
And that's when the most brilliant idea came to mind! I knew how to spend this awful time; I would go the gym! It had the be air conditioned in there, there would certainly be many other hard-bodied (and hopefully hard dicked) fellas to look at AND perhaps this Asian Beauty would be there, trying to maintain those massive arms of his.
The next day, I returned to school with a bag packed ready for my workout/manhunt for the my prized game from the day before. I walked into the gym wearing the appropriate gear; track shoes, a t-shirt with the sides cut out, and black Nike basketball shorts, commando of course. I swiped my ID to get in the building, and like imagined, this gym was mecca. It was early in the morning, so all the real serious fitness buffs were there. And damn were they buff. Dudes were walking around with biceps bulging like cabbages, delts and lats that could crush cans and pecs that just seemed impossible to keep in their tank tops. There was one dude in fact, a blonde gay, probably not too much older than me that was goin at at it with some squats. I pretended to watch his form so that I could properly figure out how to do them. But really it was his bubble butt that caught me in a trance; the way he would pop it up right before he went for the lift up started making my friend down south wake up. I had to turn away quickly, otherwise I'd blow my commando agent cover.
All these hot bodies got me inspired. I did a warm-up on the treadmill machine and got to lifting my own weights. The power and feeling that came from doing bicep curls, pushing the bar up on the bench, doin reps of pull-ups...I started feeling that nice ache all in my upperbody. Meanwhile, my lower body still had the stirring going. At first, I was embarrassed by it, then I told myself, "fuck it, why care?" I love my bulge. It wasn't much, just 10.25 inches, and whoever was looking at it, good for them...and hopefully for me! I got down off the pull-up bar and I realized that I was spent. It had been an hour since I got there, and I felt alright, although I was hoping to spend another at least 20 minutes around just in case on the off shoot I saw m great Eastern Glory pop in. But I knew I couldn't squeeze a bit more of a work -out out of me. So I packed everything up and hit the showers.
Going to the locker room was the exhilarating, yet low-key part. I most def wanted to check out the packages on some of these hard bodied dudes to see what they were working with. But alas, most of the locker room was empty. I guess a lot of people lived on campus so they could go back and shower there. I was kinda disappointed. On one hand, I got a hot work out in, on the other, no one was anywhere to be found, especially the Man-god I had been looking for. I started peeling off my clothes while looking into a mirror. The sweat definitely had my brown body glowing and my hazel eyes were popping because of it. My dick was sittin on semi flaccid and for a minute I was thinkin to beat it off just to make this tightness in my balls to go away. And that's when I heard a shower head go on.
I got excited. I grabbed a towel, trying to act nonchalant, like I was just another dude tryna shower after a good work out. When I got to the shower region, it was first hard to see things cause of the steam that was raising up. I found a shower head of my own and turned it on causally. It sucked because that meant more steam, but I was still going to take my time to scout out the silhouette in the shower. I was getting into my own shower, while half squinting to make out the figure three heads down from me, when suddenly I heard a voice.
"Hey you're the commando dude" a guy announced as he emerged from the steam. That's when I finally recognized him; it was the blonde. Damn, I knew his ass was cute, but his face looked good too.
His hair was cut short and nice. His eyes, big soft and brown. And he had these lips, just barely thick enough to kiss. I may have been able to hide it before, but here butt ass naked under the shower head, my dick was standing up right for everyone to see.
"Yeah..." I stammered out " uh, how did you know I was commando?"
He turned on the shower head next to me and flicked his head downward.
"That piece of meat gave you away"
"Oh" I said, as he got back into his shower. He started lathering up, eyes closed and letting the warm water splashing over his face and down his perfectly sculpted back. I focused on how one droplet went from blond hair all the way down the crack of his ass.
"Do you mind?" I heard him ask. I started blushing and broke my trance. Damn, I hadn't meant to flat out embarrass myself. I started to turn my attention back to my own shower...when I felt a slippery soapy hand grab hold of my dick.
"Hey, I thought you said you didn't mind" he said, grinning to rival the sun.
I was stunned silent.
Meanwhile he got to work. I had always been so used to being lowkey about things, and filled with just fantasies that I never thought this could happen. And frankly I didn't know what to do. I stood there for a while just enjoying him pumping me. I figured I could at least reciprocate by starting to jack him too, when I saw that his bulging arms were pumping the both of us.
I guess he could see my concern because he spoke "Don't worry about it Chief, this pleasure is mine".
His steel arms were pumping so fast and I was so impressed by how hard his biceps then triceps then biceps again were working to bring us to ecstasy. I grabbed his left arm, just to marvel at those titanium arms.
"Yeah, you like them don't you Chief". I nodded as I squeezed them hard.
"Grr" he groaned. Apparently he loved his muscles worshipped, so I obliged. I trace my hands over his solid pecs, feeling his heart beating faster and hotter through that rippling barely tanned white flesh.
He "oohed" to that. But I had a muscle of his that I really wanted play with; his gluteus maximus. I lowered my hands down to his ass cheeks, then gave them a tight squeeze. Inspired, I started slightly tapping them. He was getting into it, I could tell by how tight his grip got on my dick and how his pumps were going with more fervor. I suddenly got the urge to stick my finger up his ass, letting more water splash on to my hand, I slipped my right index up his hole. Hearing him quickly sucking in air, made me stick the middle one in, and eventually the third. With my left hand I was squeezing his cheeks while with the right I was working the shit out of his hole. I busied myself with sliding my fingers in and out, in and out, taking it all the way to the knuckle, while he kept jerking my dick, harder and faster. He rested his forehead on my shoulder and we kept at it. I was enjoying making this blond beauty ooh and ahh so much. His moaning fired up my assplay more. Until I felt his whole clench around my fingers. I tried to pull out but I couldn't. Next thing you know, I feel something sticky and thick caked up on my brown chest. I looked down and saw his white cum, contrasting with my brown skin.
"Sorry for that Chief, let me get it up" he said, his pink tongue following, dancing around, erasing the cum from my chest. That action sent me over the edge.
"OH SHIT"
My toes curled up, my balls followed and a jetforce of how white nutt busted from my dick and got mangled all up in his blonde pubes. I stayed in that position for a minute, my hand in his ass, his hands holding our softening dicks.
"Well Chief, want to be my new gym partner"
I could only nod. Damn, I guess commuting won't be so bad after all.