Gym Night Blows by Androlian

Gym Night Blows by Androlian

While I have no actual experience with male on male sex, I think everyone is bicurious at least to an extent even if they don’t admit it out loud. The question is whether or not they act on it. Besides, I have several very dear friends who happen to be gay. I certainly cannot claim never to have wondered what it would be like to have an “encounter” of my own like that explored in this story. I had the opportunity as a young man, with my dearest friend in the world. I passed it up out of fear. Not too long after, I met the woman to whom I have now been married for almost 39 years. My gay friend and I remained close until the day he passed (R.I.P.). He even became a close confidant of my wife. The two of them used to have a blast discussing the various points of good looking guys they would pass on the street. That said, I figured I’d step out of my normal lane a bit and give this a shot. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. If so, please let me know with comments, good or bad. Thank you for taking the time to visit my imagination.

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GYM NIGHT BLOWS::

Removing my headset and unplugging my phone from the cord, I put my equipment in my locker and headed out. Being a night owl I love working second shift, 3:30 p.m. to midnight. It suits me since I enjoy the cool night air and the quiet of late night. Stepping out of the police department where I worked as a 9-1-1 dispatcher I was greeted by a warm spring night. The three quarter moon had a lovely nimbus around it. As the light breeze stroked my arms I stretched out the kink in my back and, piling into my car, headed to Dennys for a cup of coffee before heading to the gym for my after shift workout.

Walking into the restaurant I was happy to see that Steve was working. Steve was a friendly twenty-two year old, three years my junior, with dark curly hair and swarthy skin that spoke of a mixed hispanic heritage. He was about an inch shorter than my 5’11”. We had been talking off and on for the last six months or so as I liked to stop in to unwind after work, and had become quasi-friends. From our previous conversations I knew he was gay, but that didn’t bother me. Being bicurious and having found myself attracted to a number of guys over the years, despite not having done anything about it, I found his toned young body and friendly attitude a pleasant diversion. He was a nice guy – easy to talk to with a naturally outgoing personality. Sitting at a booth in the back, I leaned back, closed my eyes, and took in the ambience.

“Ready for a cup of coffee Brett?”

Opening my eyes I smiled up at the handsome young man. ” You know it. Thanks.” As Steve walked over to the get the carafe I couldn’t help but watch. He had a nice taut ass, good calf muscles, and decently broad shoulders under his work polo. I figured he was a runner, maybe a swimmer. Regardless, he was in good shape without being a muscle bound jock. As far back as high school, I had always been able to appreciate a nice body, male or female, and – despite being ostensibly ‘straight’ – had, on many occasions found myself sneaking looks at other guy’s packages in the showers after gym class. This had led to a number of stroke off sessions that included fantasies of the bi-type. Most involved two men and a woman, but definitely included the idea of male on male oral sex. Steve had featured in a number of those.

I had, in a typical cliche, lost my virginity in a fumbling manner with Lisa Martin, my senior year girlfriend of just over eight months, in the back seat of my car after prom. As I recalled, Bob Seger had been singing ‘Night Moves’ on the radio. We had both been seventeen years old and eager to explore our sexuality. Lisa and I had continued dating for a couple months after high school and had a decent sex life until she went off to college. Since then I had had a number of girlfriends, the latest being Cindy Worthington with whom I had, until very recently, shared an apartment for the past year. None of them were ever aware of my predilection to watch gay and MMF porn.

Glancing back as he reached the counter, Steve caught me looking. I blushed a bit, feeling caught out, but he just smiled and grabbed two coffee cups and the carafe.

Walking back to my booth, Steve set the two cups down on the table. Filling the one in front of me, he smiled. “How’s the city tonight Brett?”

I found myself drawn to his smile. Steve has strikingly dark brown eyes with long lashes and a smile that reached his eyes, making them sparkle with mirth. His dimpled chin was strong and he had that five o’clock shadow that suited him well.

“Nothing unusual. Just a few drunks and a couple domestics. Still, any night spent answering 9-1-1 calls and talking to cops on the radio is stressful. How are things with you?”

“Pretty much par for the course,” he replied. “Except that Gabe moved out a couple days ago so I’m officially a free guy again.”

“Sorry to hear that,” I replied.

“Don’t be. He was getting on my nerves with his complaining. We’re still friends, but it was just kind of over, you know. What about you? Cindy still around?”

“No. She got a promotion at work and was transferred to San Antonio. Guess we’re both free.”

Looking around at the empty diner, Steve shrugged. “Well, life’s full of opportunities. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that. Mind if I sit? As you can see, we’re not exactly overrun tonight. Typical Monday.”

“Be my guest,” I said, gesturing to the other side of the booth.

Surprisingly, Steve said, “Move over,” and, when I did so, sat next to me. When his leg brushed against mine, I felt a tingle in my crotch. My mind began poring over interesting possibilities. Noting that I didn’t pull away, Steve grinned. “Heading to the gym tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah. Got some tension to work out.”

“Really? Missing Cindy or just general stress?”

“A bit of both. I miss the sex, but, like you and Gabe, it was kind of over anyway.” I shrugged. “But, really, I just like to keep in shape, especially since I sit in that chair for eight and a half hours a day. Gotta work at this bod.” I grinned.

“Well, you manage that nicely,” Steve said, looking me up and down with an appreciative look. I had what I thought was a decent physique with only a bit the extra padding that most of my fellow dispatchers had from living sedentary lifes.

“Thanks,” I replied. “So do you. Besides, the gym is generally empty at night so I can work out without too many distractions.”

“Am I being a distraction?” Steve lowered his left arm and placed his hand on my right knee.

My dick twitched as I felt electricity race up my thigh to my groin. I swallowed. Was Steve actually flirting with me? I wasn’t sure how to credit it, but I was definitely getting a vibe. “Not at all,” I said.

“Glad to hear it.” Steve’s strong fingers squeezed my knee for a moment before slipping around to brush the inside of my thigh before he raised his arm back to rest on the edge of the table.

Steve was definitely flirting. My dick was now semierect, pushing against the material of my briefs as if sensing something in the air. Dare I finally take action on my bicurious side? I swallowed the lump in my throat. Maybe tonight would be the time I would finally find out if guys really did give the best blow jobs. I smiled at him and was rewarded with a wink.

“Do you mind if I go to the gym with you? This is my early night and I’ve got a few frustrations to work out myself.” Steve widened his eyes and looked at me.

“Sure. You’re more than welcome,” I replied as my mind whirled through thoughts of those full lips wrapped around my cock. What the hell? I thought. If it happens, fine. If not, I can always jerk off later.

“Cool,” he said. “Let me clock out and I’ll follow you over.”

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Pulling into the parking lot of the fitness center ten minutes later, I was gratified to see that there were no other cars in the lot. Of course, not that many people go to the gymnasium at two in the morning so this wasn’t unusual. Steve pulled in next to me and hopped out of his Ford Escape. Opening the back door he leaned in and pulled out a gym bag. Lifting an eyebrow, I looked at the bag.

Steve chuckled – a low pleasant sound. “I keep running shorts and a tee shirt in the car for those nights when I feel like jogging on the beach or something before heading home.”

“Good thinking,” I said. “Come on.” Walking up to the main door I pulled out my magnetically encoded membership card and unlocked the entrance. Steve followed me in. He glanced around at the workout equipment and gave a low whistle. “Nice.”

“Locker room’s this way,” I said, heading to the left. “We can get changed in there.” I was really happy to note that there wasn’t another soul in the place. I had never been happier to belong to a fitness center that allowed twenty-four hour access without the necessity of having staff on site at night.

Walking into the locker room I noted that pungent but not unpleasant smell of sweat, disinfectant, and chlorine. As I opened my locker, Steve set his bag on the bench and sat down. Pulling out my shorts, tank top, and tennis shoes I turned to see Steve, now shoeless, pulling his work polo shirt over his head. He had nicely toned chest muscles and a flat stomach. As he stood I noted he had a good tan. There was no hair on his upper torso excepting a light smattering around his taut nipples. Lower, there was a ring of hair around his belly button. A dark happy trail led down into the hem of his slacks. As he pulled the shirt the rest of the way off, tousling his black hair fetchingly, I noted his shoulders were indeed fairly broad.

“You gonna stare or change clothes?” Steve said with a chuckle.

“Sorry,” I said. “Just admiring. You’re quite toned. Do you swim, run, or what?”

“I jog a couple of miles most days but, yeah, I spend a lot of time at the pool and the beach. It’s a habit. I was all state on my high school swim team. Just missed a scholarship.”