By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels
I punched in my security access
code at the door to the company gym and pulled the handle as the buzzer
signaled the ok to enter.
The gym had been open for a year
now, and I started using it regularly about six months ago to try to reduce the
stress levels induced by a fast-paced Information Systems career. I had made it
a priority to get down there three days a week, and I was really feeling the
benefits of a good hard workout at the end of a long - and usually hectic -
day.
It was about 6:30 pm and I could
hear the music pounding from the big blaster in the corner of the room. I
looked around to see who else was there and saw one other guy already on the
Stairmaster working up a sweat.
He looked up and gave a nod hello
as I headed for a warm-up on the bike. I nodded back and set the timer on the
bike for five minutes. Josh Somebody-or-another was his name, I recalled. We
had chatted amicably on the few occasions where we had seen one another here in
the evening. Most of the employees who used the gym used it in the mornings
before work, but he, like me, seemed to prefer to use the stress of the day to
keep the ‘edge’ on his workout.
He had brought a great mixtape
with him, and I found myself enjoying the music as I relaxed into a rhythm on
the bike. The five minutes passed quickly, and I walked over in front of the
wall-to-wall mirrors for a nice languid stretch.
Josh had finished his time on the
Stairmaster and walked over to the mat area where I was now standing,
stretching my quads.
"Ethan, right?" he
commented pulling up beside me.
"Yup, and you’re Josh?"
I commented.
"Yes. Ready for a good
session?" he asked assuming a similar pose with his leg distended behind
him.
"Yeah, shitty day today,"
I lamented. "Lots of crap happening on the system."
"I know! I was bounced on
and off the network today for the whole morning," he laughed. "Geez,
you guys in I.S. sure make it hard for a guy to stay connected to the internet!
How the hell do you expect us guys in the plant to search for porn when you
keep bouncing us off?" he joked.
I chuckled at his comment and
looked out the corner of my eye as he bent over to touch his toes. "Hmm… nice
body. Nice arms. Nice pecs. Hard ass. Strong legs."
Where the hell did THAT come
from?
I thought. Oh well - I’ve always admired the human form and this guy was a good
sample of how I wanted to look by the end of the year.
"Hey! I’d like to use some
free weights today instead of the Universal. Seeing as how you’re here, would
you spot for me?" he asked as he headed for the rack.
"Sure. No problem."
We took turns spotting and
encouraging one another and bantered back and forth a little as we did our
thing. We increased the weights each round, and we had both worked up a decent
sweat within the half-hour. We then moved on to some dumbbell routines and
decided to finish up on the treadmill.
As we got the treadmills going,
he reached up and pulled his t-shirt up to wipe his very sweaty face. I couldn’t
help but notice a very nicely detailed set of abs, and a totally smooth chest. I
set the timer for twenty minutes and got into a good trot. Once again, we
chatted about the company, our offices, and careers - the usual idle chat that
you get into while you’re jogging on a mechanical device at the office gym.
The timer on the tortuous machine
dinged and I staggered off to the mats to stretch out once more before hitting
the showers and heading home. Josh pulled up beside me – sopping wet now - and
proceeded to do the same. We laughed about the sweat we were dripping all over
the mats.
"Wow, you’re a slave driver!
My wife is usually the only one who can get me this hot and wet." Then he
laughed as he looked over at the locked door and said, "With the two of us
in here panting and grunting and groaning, if anyone passed by the door, they'd
probably think we were getting it on in here."
The thought of what he was saying
had an immediate effect on my crotch, as I chuckled and said, "Yeah, it
certainly did sound like it," and then began concentrating my efforts on
trying to put my overactive imagination into check when I noticed in the mirror
that the front of his shorts had a bit of a tent there as well. I quickly stole
another glance, and when I looked up, he was also looking at my reflection in
the mirror. Our eyes met for an electric moment, and then we both glanced away.
"Well, I’m hitting the
showers," he said as he straightened up.
"Yeah, me too," I said, and followed him out the door to the shower area.
His locker was in the row closest
to the shower and mine was further back in the locker room. I stripped down,
grabbed my towel, and was heading for the showers when I heard the water turn
on and Josh start to whistle.
By the time I got to the showers,
he was lathering up his smooth lean body. I took a showerhead a couple of feet
from him, to do that proverbial male thing - steal a glance at what he was
packing to check out the competition. I lathered some shampoo into my brush cut
and gave it a couple of swirls.
"Hey, that’s a low-maintenance
haircut you got there," he chuckled.
"Yup, run a facecloth across
the top of it and I’m done," I replied.
"Well, you make up for it
with your bush," he said, nodding toward the mound of pubic hair above my
cock. I was smooth-chested, had some fine hair on my arms and legs, and
although I did shave my balls, I didn't even trim my pubes. "You’re pretty
hairy down there," he stated, continuing to openly look down at my crotch.
I nodded, and then I found my
eyes dropping to his groin area where a thick uncut cock hung above a pair of
huge balls. There was no hair on his balls, either, or above his cock.
He caught me staring. "You
shave your pubic hair off?" was my blurted response.
He looked down to his crotch then
over to mine, and then back up at me, chuckled, and said, "Yeah, we're
quite the opposites, aren't we?" as he moved his palm over his smooth
crotch. "Haven't you ever seen a guy with a shaved cock before?"
"Yeah, sure. It's just that
I've never really understood what motivates a guy to want to do it. The balls I
understand, but why do you shave your bush off, too?"
"Why? Well, the reason is my
wife shaves her pussy, and loves to have it eaten that way, and she convinced
me about a year ago to shave my pubes as well. She says the hairs get in her
throat when she sucks me off."
I looked at the size of his cock
in amazement. It wasn’t even hard and it must have hung seven or eight inches. I
could only imagine how big it got hard and how his wife could take it all down
her throat.
Still openly staring at his long schlong,
again, without even thinking, I stammered, "She takes that thing far
enough into her mouth to get pubic hairs against her nose?" Then finished
with, "Holy shit! The woman must be amazing!" as my eyes moved up to
his face.
He laughed and replied, "She
gives incredible head. She does this
throat thing and swallows it right up. I’ve often wondered what it must feel
like for her to do that. I see you’re uncut, too - there aren’t many of us
around." As he made this comment, he was slowly pulling his foreskin out
and playing with his soapy balls with his other hand.
I watched in amazement as his
cock stiffened and started to point straight up. He stroked that meat back and
forth a little, sliding the foreskin across the top of his huge head, and then my
cock stirred and started to harden. Subconsciously, I idly grasped my balls and
pulled them as I watched Josh getting even more solid. By the time he was fully
hard, I was too!
"It doesn’t get much bigger,
just harder," he stated as our eyes met.
I swallowed hard and thought
about the situation I was in: Standing in a communal shower with another guy, a
married guy, jerking off – all we needed was someone else to walk in and
catch that scene. Shit, we’d never hear the end of it.
As that thought crossed my mind,
he just suddenly reached over and grabbed hold of my rock-hard dick and gave it
a couple of pulls... pulling me towards him! I staggered forward in a trance as
his other hand came up between my legs and gently started stroking my smooth
balls, not freaking out or resisting at all. "Mmm. Nice shave job. They
feel just like mine," he stated as he twisted my balls in between his
soapy hands.
It was like something came over
me, like something had changed within me the moment he wrapped his masculine
hand around my prick, and I found myself willingly returning the favor, reaching
over and grabbing hold of that monster rod of his and sliding my hands up and
down the length of the rigid shaft. He parted his legs, and I slid my hands under
his balls. His balls rode the back of my hand and flopped to the side as my
hand came back out from between his legs.
With a smile, he dropped to his
knees and turned me into the water stream to rinse the front of my body. I knew
what was going to happen next, and I suddenly got nervous, felt unsure now –
letting a guy feel up your cock is one thing, but letting another guy suck your
cock? I wasn't sure I was ok with that, but it didn't matter, for as I stood
frozen to the spot, he engulfed my cockhead with his hot mouth.
Immediately my stiff body relaxed,
giving in to the pleasures that mouth was delivering to my stiff prick, and I arched
my back and sighed as he started bobbing up and down on my knob with slow
movements. His hand reached up and slid between my legs, stroking that tender
area between a man’s balls and his ass. Now and then, he’d run a finger across
the entrance to my asshole and I would feel an electric current run up my
spine.
Really getting into it now, he
leaned forward on his knees and started to go deeper on my cock. He was taking
his time, swallowing as much of my not quite seven-inch dick as he could.
Suddenly, he pulled back and
looked up at me, smiling. "Now I know why my wife likes to suck cock so
much," he said. "This hard thing feels great in my mouth. I want to
see you cum. I’ve never been this close to another guy’s dick before."
Been this close? Hell, any closer
and my balls would be resting on his chin.
He continued to apply tight
pressure to my cockhead and swirled his tongue around the sensitive glans and
piss-hole. He probed my piss-hole with his tongue while rolling my balls
between his fingers. Suddenly, he eased his finger into my ass while he dove
down to the base of my cock.
I couldn't believe I didn't protest,
or that it didn't hurt. It was quite the opposite; I could feel my balls tense
up as a rush of ecstasy shot through my entire body. I had never felt such
pleasure from a blowjob from any woman! I moaned and warned him I could feel
myself getting ready to cum as he stroked a finger in and out of my ass in
parallel to his bobbing on my cock.
He pulled off my cock and stroked
it. "Shoot it, Ethan! I want to see what cum tastes like! I want to see
what my wife feels when a hot cock shoots in her mouth," he whispered and
then engulfed it again.
That did it for me. With a grunt,
I started pumping my hot seed into his mouth while I grabbed his head tightly
in my hands. I could hear him gulping my sperm as I shot stream after stream
into his warm inviting mouth. My knees buckled and he reached behind me to hold
my taut ass as I bucked forward, driving my dick into his throat.
I finished cumming and staggered
back against the shower wall. My body was numb and my legs wobbled as if they
were made of rubber and not muscle.
"What a great feeling," he smiled, as he got up off his knees. His
hard cock jutted out from that bald crotch and the head was dripping pre-cum
down in rivulets across his hairless, muscular legs. He wiped around his mouth
and licked some cum from the bottom of his lips where I had dripped as his
mouth let go of my cock. "That tasted good. Just as I had always imagined…
nice and warm and salty!" he commented. He then turned back to the shower
and asked, "Do you need to get home right away?"
I wondered where this was going.
Maybe he wanted me to reciprocate? I wasn’t sure if I could go through with it,
however, that cock of his looked mighty inviting just then, for some reason.
"What do you have in mind?"
I asked looking at that monster wobbling around above his smooth sac as we
headed over to grab our towels.
"Well, the other night my
wife and I were playing with one of her dildos while we were fucking, and I
started talking dirty to her - telling her to imagine two hot cocks sharing her
body. I just kept pushing the dildo in and out of her cunt as I repeatedly told
her to think of two cocks for her to suck and fuck right there in our bed. She
went absolutely wild at the thought.
She came so hard that I thought she would pass out."
"Hot," I replied.
"Yeah, and after, we were lying
there talking and I mentioned that there were some good-looking guys who worked
out at the office gym, and suggested perhaps I should bring one home someday - to
bring her fantasy to reality. We got serious and she was all for it. Anyway, seems
to me I have met one of those good-looking guys... what do you think Ethan? Up
for some double teaming?"
My mind raced at the thought of
having sex with this guy and his wife. I wondered what she looked like, and would
I be turned on by her body as much as I seemed to be by his?
As we began drying off, he seemingly
read my mind, as he said matter-of-factly "She’s a babe, Ethan. A true
blond with 36C tits, a shaved pussy, and an ass you could crack an egg on - she
works out too!"
"She sounds hot," I
replied.
"Well?" he asked. "Should
I call her and tell her that two hot studs are on their way home?"
My mind raced. I was tired after
a long day and had just planned to grab a pizza on the way home and chill in
front of the TV tonight, but this sounded too good to pass up. "Yeah… give
her a call," I agreed.
"Great! Follow me in your
car when we leave here," he said.
We quickly got dressed, and the
air was thick with tension as we made our way through the building to the
parking lot together. I couldn’t believe that ten minutes earlier this guy had
swallowed, first my cock, then my spunk in the gym shower… and now we were
heading to his house to double fuck his wife. What a great ending to a shitty
day!
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