“Well, it’s working for you.”
As Steve reached for his belt buckle, I pulled off my own work shirt and, turning, hung it in my locker.
When I turned back around, Steve was standing there in a pair of boxer briefs. He looked like a wet dream. I could see the bulge of his dick pressing on the front of his underwear. My mouth went dry as I drank in the sight. He was indeed quite well put together. Noting my gaze, Steve grinned and pulled out his gym shorts.
As he bent down to insert his feet I couldn’t help but note how taut his ass muscles were. Now feeling nervous, I fumbled at my own belt a moment before realizing I had yet to take off my dress shoes from work. Laughing, I sat on the bench and kicked them off. Standing I dropped my own pants and put them in locker along with my work shoes.
Steve gave a low whistle. “Nice,” he said.
My heart beat even faster. I could feel my face flush. Despite my fantasies I had never before actually faced the real possibility of allowing myself to “go there” with another guy. This admiration from someone of the same sex was a new experience, but I found I liked it. I hoped this night actually went where I thought it would. “Thanks,” I said, pulling on my own gym shorts and tank top as Steve pulled his yellow tee shirt on. I was almost sad to lose the view of his torso, but the tight tee still showed off his musculature.
Putting on our shoes, we headed into the main workout room.
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Prior to hitting the machines we stretched out for a couple of minutes. My mind whirled as I watched Steve bend and stretch his athletic body. He was supple and tapered with hips a couple inches narrower than his shoulders. Steve’s arms were nicely muscled from his swimming experience, as were his well shaped legs. I could see him checking me out as well, especially when I bent over for toe touches. My dick began swelling in my briefs creating a tent. Steve took in this sight and I saw him surreptitiously lick his lips.
“What do you want to hit first?” I queried, finishing my last upper torso rotation.
“Is that a trick question?” Steve said with a grin. “Looks like you’re already lifting some weight.”
Trying to sound casually nonchalant, I chuckled, glancing down at the obvious proof of my arousal. “Could be. How about we hit the weight bench. I’ll spot you.”
“Sounds good,” he replied. Steve put 150 pounds on the bar and lay on the bench. I got a great view up his inner thigh as his shorts and boxers weren’t overly taut. I saw the head of his penis poking from where his boxers had pulled up some as he scotched his butt farther toward the front of the bench. It appeared he was circumcised. My own cock surged once more in response.
Tearing my eyes from Steve’s groin, I walked behind the bench and, straddling the head of it, grasped the bar in the center wirh both hands. I was extremely conscious that my now fully rigid seven inch hard on was just a scant foot or so above Steve’s face where he lay below me.
Reaching up, Steve placed his hands palms up on the weight bar. “Ready?” I asked.
“For anything,” Steve said, his eyes centered on my groin. I flushed red, knowing he had a perfect view up the legs of my shorts. Still, from the way he was looking, I didn’t think he minded his view anymore than I did mine. Pulling the weight bar up from where it rested, I kept a grip until Steve had it adjusted to his own comfort. As he lowered and raised the bar I had a great view of his muscles expanding and contracting. I found the entire scene to be one of the most erotic of my life. After fifteen reps I helped Steve guide the bar back onto the brackets.
As his fingers released the bar he reached out and grazed my inner thighs with his fingertips. I let out a low moan as my pulse jumped. I had not been this horny in ages. Resting his fingers on my quivering legs below my shorts, Steve met my eyes. I could see his own dick was now creating a respectable tent as I had a bird’s eye view. Flexing his fingers where they rested on my inner legs, Steve simply asked, “Yes?”
I felt as if my heart was going to burst, my pulse was pounding so hard. My ears had a roaring in them. I was on the cusp of fulfilling a fantasy I had had since the first time I discovered that a penis wasn’t just for peeing. The decision was mine. Do I, whom had never been with another man, take the chance at exploring this side of my sexuality? I knew it wouldn’t turn me completely gay as I was too fond of pussy for that…, still, once I ventured into this realm there was no going back. No pretending to myself that my fascination with the male form was just innocent meaningless curiosity. My eyes snapped to the twitching bulge in Steve’s shorts. He was very obviously into this. Besides, I knew why I had brought Steve here when I first said he could accompany me. Taking a deep breath, I looked down at his face. He was waiting for my answer.
“Brett, if you’re not comfortable with this, we can just finish our workout. I know you have no experience on this side of the street.”
“No,” I said breathlessly. “Uhm, I mean yes. Please. Go ahead.”
Accepting my agreement st face value, Steve’s supple fingers moved up. Softly he teased the hairs on my legs. My entire body tensed as he moved past the lower edge of my boxers. His right hand stroked my dick which surged in response. His left lightly cupped my balls which were pulling up tight against my groin. I felt like my knees would buckle. His fingers wrapped around my pulsating shaft, his thumb circled that magically sensitive spot right at the base of the head. I let out a groan as my knees bent without my conscious volition. I could feel the slickness as my precum leaked from the slit and was spread by his fingers. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
Removing his hands from my shorts, Steve sat up. I groaned in loss. Turning, he straddled the bench facing me. Looking me in the eyes he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers. I swallowed. That was so hot. I had experimentally tasted my own precum a couple of times, but never anyone elses. Steve pulled off his shirt, dropping it on the floor. Reaching out I stroked his chest. His skin was hard and yet soft at the same time. His nipples were dimpled. I ran a finger over an areola. Like a woman’s, the nipples hardened. He shivered a bit. While there was no breast to cup as such, the muscled hardness of Steve’s chest was intoxicating.
Steve placed his hands on my hips at the top of my gym shorts. “Last chance to change your mind,” he said.
I couldn’t have changed my mind at that moment if my life depended on it. My entire being was focused on him as his tongue did a small circle on his lips. The only thing I wanted in the world right then was those lips around my dick.
Sucking in a gasping breath I just nodded. As his hands began inching my shorts down over my hips, Steve leaned forward. He lightly kissed my abdomen by my belly button before swirling his tongue around the depression. Traces of fire seemed to follow wherever his tongue touched. My whole body seemed to burn with desire.
Sliding my shorts and boxers down, tongue following along my own happy trail, Steve finally freed my dick from confinement. I felt like it had never been this hard in my entire life. Looking down, the sight of him licking the bottom of my stomach just above my jutting member filled my entire consciousness.
Steve reached around and cupped my buttocks, strong fingers kneading and massaging my ass as he looked at my penis. My ass clenched spasmodically. His strong hands felt different from those of any woman I had ever been with, but not in a bad way.
“Very nice,” he said. Steve pulled me toward him as he shifted forward a few more inches. The cool metal of the weight bar pressed across my stomach. Returning one hand to the front, Steve cupped my testicles, lightly rolling them as his fingers teased the fine hairs there. A drop of precum oozed from my the slit at the top of my member. Steve flicked out his tongue and licked it off. My whole body shuddered.
“Mmmm,” he moaned. “You taste nice.” Bending his head to one side, he kissed and suckled me right where the vee of skin comes up on the underside of my cockhead. I had to grasp the weight bar to remain standing as a jolt of sheer erotic bliss surged over me. I groaned.
When Steve opened his lips and engulfed the head of my dick in his hot mouth I thought I would die. His mouth was so hot and wet I almost came right then. Tensing, I fought back the urge. I felt the vibration as Steve chuckled, his mouth still on my dick. My scrotum cinched even tighter to my groin.
Tongue teasing the entire way, Steve advanced his mouth slowly down the length of my shaft. I was amazed when he actually reached the base, burying his nose in my pubic hair. I know seven inches is fairly average, certainly not a giant penis size, but none of my girlfriends had ever gotten more than half the length of me in their mouth before. I was in nirvana. Looking down I was totally enraptured by the sight of this handsome man with his nose in my groin, his tongue and tonsils tickling my hidden shaft. Holy shit!
As his back hand touched lightly on my asshole, I couldn’t help but jerk forward some. I had no experience with anal penetration as none of my girlfriends had ever evinced a desire to insert a digit there. While he did not try to insert his finger, I gotta say that his tracing of my nether-hole felt amazing. I hadn’t realized how powerfully charged the nerves there were. Steve pulled back slowly, lingeringly, his lips caressing every inch of my shaft as it slid out of his mouth. Just as he reached the apex of the head, as I thought he was going to completely remove his soft hot lips from me, he suddenly surged forward, engulfing my full length once more. I felt the head of my dick bumping against the back of his throat. It was amazing. Every nerve in my body was jumping and tingling. I couldn’t even think. Could barely breathe.
This time when he came back up the length of me he grasped my shaft with a strong hand. I could feel the calluses on his fingers rubbing me in ways I had never felt from a woman’s softer hands. Steve got a rhythm going. As his head bobbed down, his hand would stroke down also, sliding the skin of my dick in delicious friction. Steve’s other hand reached from behind up between my legs to tickle the sensitive skin behind my scrotum. The feel of his arm rubbing and flexing across my butt cheeks right in the crack was it’s own delicious experience.
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