Alone At The Gym

[Pighole88]

I've been getting myself on a habit of working out four days a week, trying to maintain my pleasantly cub-esque form, and have been fairly happy with the results thus far. The gym is in San Francisco, and while it's not a 'gay gym' officially, about 90% of its members are the same guys you'll see at the Eagle Tavern donning their leather and smoking their cigars later on. As a result, I've always found this gym to be a fucking turn-on with the ripe mansmells, the beards and chain collars, and the almost mandatory eye-fucking of one another. The place is sexually charged.

 

I normally work out Monday-Thursday after my office closes. I've tried going to the gym with my coworkers who basically do all cardio, no lifting, and the place is filled with early 20's girls in their yoga pants and the gym "bro" type grunting to show off to the aforementioned girls. That place wasn't for me.

 

This week I found myself too busy with work on Thursday so that I wasn't able to make it to the gym before it closed. Friday and Saturday are usually a night of drinking with a few friends, or slutting around by some means (which I did end up doing, by getting my hole bred by a hot Latino bear both nights into the wee hours). Therefore, I found myself waking up early to get there on Sunday before it got busy. I was still pretty tired from the long nights before, but could either sleep for the rest of the day or go find something (someone?) else to do.

 

As I had anticipated, the gym was fairly empty when I got there. A few older men on the cardio machines, not even watching each other but rather watching the news. I figured I'd be in and out within an hour.

 

Getting changed in the locker room, tumbleweeds could've rolled by, it was empty! I stripped down to change and enjoyed a free moment to just let everything hang out. The smell of this locker room always made my dick chub up a bit, and my hole pucker. I stuck one leg up on the bench so that I could reach back and finger my hole a bit. Still wet with cum from the night before, still loose. I started with two fingers, then worked up to three fingers; This was heaven.

 

I started to hear footsteps on the tiled floor so quickly quit my shenanigans and started getting into my gym garb. The footsteps approached me and I looked to my left to see a beautiful, mid-40s man opening his locker. He sported a full, dark beard, huge biceps and a baseball cap that basically said "I don't give a shit". I tried to be subtle while I glanced down to what he was sporting below the waist. Some mighty toned calves (friends don't let friends skip leg day!) and a sizeable package pushing the front of his shorts forward. I stood up, locked my locker and caught his eye, at which point he gave me a smirk. My hole puckered again.

 

The gym floor was still empty and I had access to all of the weights I wanted. I decided it should be chest day and made my way to the rarely-empty press bench. Racked em up, got down and started to pump. 

 

After my third set I saw the same daddy from the locker room approaching, and dead stopped in front of me. I unplugged my earbuds and looked up at him stuttering something like "uh, s-sorry, 2 more sets, I promise".

 

His voice was just as sexy as he was, deep and confident when he responded "No, it wasn't that. I used to be a trainer and I think you could be benching more...."

 

I thought about what he said and he was right. I had planned on taking it easy today since my coffee hadn't even kicked in, but I should've been taking it seriously. "You're right.  I can handle more" I responded.

 

He grabbed two nearby 35 pound weights and slid them onto the bars, adding about 15 more pounds than my last record. "Think you can handle that?" he inquired, looking me dead in the eyes.

 

While nervous, I wanted to impress this guy. "Sure, no problem" I said, trying to hide the trepidation in my voice. This would be a challenge, I knew. 

 

I think he saw right through me and added "I'll spot you, just in case."

 

He positioned himself above my head and I caught a smell of his ripe balls, which made my cock jump. I had hoped he hadn't noticed. FOCUS, I told myself, but it was hard. Halfway through the first set I started struggling, but Daddy was right there to cheer me on.

 

"You got this, keep breathing. Three more, almost done. Two more. One aaand done. Nice job kid."

 

I was sweating already, probably half from the workout and half from this quintessential man hovering over me. 

 

"Take a few minutes and then we can finish your last set". I didn't know if I had another one in me but I wasn't about to say no.

 

When I got back down under him I could see his shorts slightly tenting... and then I caught it. He had positioned himself just right so that I could somewhat see up the leg of his shorts and what a sight it was. A veiny, uncut cock, semi-hard that looked wide enough to tear me open. My heart was racing, but I took a deep breath and tried to get back to the task at hand.

 

I made it through five of my eight reps and that was all I could do. I was a bit embarrassed failing in front of him but he just gave me this picture-perfect smile and said "Good job!", which made my heart flutter again.

 

We introduced ourselves, me and Chris and him as Tom, I said thanks, and we parted to finish our workouts. Through the rest of my workout, he was always somewhat nearby on another machine or bench, working those massive biceps. I couldn't help but continue to steal glances, and caught the fact that I wasn't exactly being subtle about it. I was redeemed by the fact that I caught him doing the same thing a few times.

 

After a pretty hefty session, I called it quits since I could barely lift my arms at that point. Daddy was nowhere to be found so I couldn't say goodbye, and I headed for the showers. I crammed my sweat-drenched jock and clothes into the locker, grabbed my favorite soap (gym-provided soaps always suck) and made my way, towel wrapped around my waist, to the showers). 

 

Two of the six shower stalls were occupied when I arrived so I took my favorite one at the end. They had plastic walls and doors so there was, unfortunately, no peeking. A few minutes into my shower I found my dick would just not go down, and my hole needed some fingers crammed up there to play with that load of cum from the night before. I started to furiously jack my own cock, while ramming three fingers in and out of my battered cunt. This wouldn't take long, especially after Tom's obvious teasing.

 

I was lost in the moment on the verge of orgasm when I heard my door open and shut, and tried to cover myself to turn around when I saw Tom in his naked glory coming in behind me. My heart was nearly beating out of my chest but he wasn't about to play the hey, will you wash my back for me? game. Instead, he grabbed my by the back of my head and forcefully kissed me. Wow this man could kiss, and his beard brushing my face felt so good.

 

When we broke off the kiss, I just looked at him unsure of what to say. 

 

"C'mon boy, I saw your mouth watering when you looked up my shorts. I knew exactly what you wanted. I saw you fingering your hole in the locker room before getting dressed."

 

Shit, he saw that? Well, no harm I guess if this was the result. 

 

I looked down at his cock, and damn! At full mast it was even more impressive:  veiny, thick, uncut and about nine inches long. I definitely hadn't seen one like that in a long time.

 

When he noticed me looking down, he chuckled. "Yeah, I knew you wanted it," and with that he pulled me in for another deep, wet kiss. I felt his hand creeping down my back to my furry ass, and then felt one of his fingers prod at my hole.

 

"Well, looks like someone beat me to the punch. How fresh is that load, boy?"

 

I could feel myself blushing. "Last night..."

 

"Hmmmm, so it's not from this morning? Well, we'll just have to fix that. Push some out for me."

 

Flushed, I pushed out as much cum as I could into his waiting hand. He brought it up to his face and took a quick lick at it. I saw his dick throb harder when he did that, and he brought his still-cummy hand down to his cock, smearing that slime all over it.

 

WIthout another word, he pushed my hands up against the wall and lined up his cock with my hole. I was glad, at that moment, that I had been fingering my hole all morning because a cock like his was meant for destruction. 

 

"You want this, boy?"
 

"Mmmmmm" was all I could mutter out, getting the feeling he was going to give it to me whether I liked it or not.

 

Hi lined up that foreskin-lined-head of his cock right up against my hole, and I pushed my hole out to try to ease the entry. As he pushed forward a bit, I felt the head pop in and I shuddered. It hurt a bit, but nothing unbearable. Then he shoved in a few more inches, brushing hard against my prostate, at which point a giant gob of precum decided to puddle around and drip off of my own rod.

 

"Ready for the rest?" he asked.

 

"Yes, please give it to me" I whimpered, lost in the ecstasy and taboo of getting fucked in the shower. And he did, he gave it to me, all of it. In one long stroke, he bottomed out in my hole, making me gasp loudly into steamy air.

 

Quickly, he used his right hand to cover my mouth, quite tightly, and stayed perfectly still.

 

"Shhhh boy, we don't want to attract any uninvited attention. I don't want to lose my membership here, I just started!"

 

With that, he began thrusting in and out, slowly. My ass felt so full, so perfect at that time. The way my ass should always feel. This is what I needed, something more intense and primal than just pump 'n' dump from the bar.

 

He started picking up pace and really battering my swollen hole. Every time his head brushed my prostate I shuddered, and more precum leaked out of my cock. This was bliss.

 

He began long-dicking me, all the way out, then all the way in. Every time he pulled out my hole was left gaping, which just made him getting back in that much easier.

 

"God boy, that load in your hole feels so good oozing around my cock. I'm gonna blow soon. You want that?"

 

"Yes!"

 

"Yes what?"

 

"Yes SIR" I whispered, ready to do what EVER this man wanted.

 

"You like servicing men?"

 

"Yes!"

 

"I'm not going to say this again. Yes what?"

 

"Yes SIR, I live to service men!"

 

"Good fucker. Your hole is meant for it."

 

He started to furiously thrust his cock all the way into my guts, causing a pleasure/pain that was indescribable. I couldn't stand it anymore and reached down to stroke my own cock.

 

Suddenly, his hand flew down to my wrist and snatched it away from my poor neglected dick.

 

"If you like servicing men, you need to learn that that's your job. Your dick doesn't have anything to do with that!"

 

Like a dejected puppy, I just whimpered "Yes, SIR."  My cock was so hard that it hurt, but he was right.

 

He grabbed my other wrist and crossed my arms behind my back with a deadly grip. "Just be quiet boy, I'm almost there."

 

Using my restrained arms for leverage, he pummeled my hole until I felt his cock growing even fatter. My hole was making sloppy sounds around it and then his arm flew around my neck and held me there while he emptied his balls into my guts, as deep as his cock could go. He held me there, my slightly choking around his massive bicep while he shot volley after volley of seed into my swollen hole.

 

After several minutes of sitting just like that, my own cock still straining for attention, he slowly slid out. His load went so deep in me, nothing could possibly fall out at this point.

 

Tom turned me around and looked me in the eye before pulling me in for a no less passionate kiss than before. 

 

"I want more of that hole."

 

I nearly jumped with excitement at the prospect of getting another intense session like that. "Yeah? When?"

 

"Later today."

 

Well there we go, I had plans for the afternoon.

 

We wandered out of the shower, drying off, and heading back to our neighboring lockers. While getting dressed, I had to ask. 

 

"So when?"

 

"Give me your phone."

 

"Okay" I said, handing it to him.

 

"You're a slow learner, aren't you?"

 

It took me a minute, before realizing the error I had made. "Yes SIR," I responded, taking pride in the fact that I had figured out what he meant.

 

"Better. We'll work on that. Here," he said, handing my phone back to me. He had entered his contact information and an address, not far from the gym, and a time.

 

"You come take care of this cock again, and then you can come to my Superbowl party."

 

"Yes SIR, sounds like fun."  I figured a few beers and hotwings after a wild day would be a good way to relax.

 

"You mind helping out at the party, boy?"

 

"No, not at all SIR."

 

"Good, I can always use a bit of help at these things."

 

"Yes SIR, I can do that."

 

"Good. It was nice to... um... meet you, Chris" he said with a wink. All dressed, he grabbed his duffel bag and headed toward the exit. He stopped in his tracks and turned around: "I don't want you touching that cock, or emptying out my load. Got it?"

 

"Yes SIR, got it. I'll just go find some clean clothes and get something to eat, and then I'll head over."

 

"Just wear what you've got on, it's nothing fancy" he responded, with a little evil in his eyes.

 

"But my jock is pretty much soaked fr-" he cut me off at that.

 

"I know, boy. Do as I say, and you'll be rewarded."

 

"Yes SIR, understood."

 

"I'll see you then."

 

He grabbed a muscle milk from the cashier and headed out the door. I was close to follow and I caught a glimpse of him getting into the passenger side of another man's truck, who must have been waiting for him. From inside the truck he caught my eye and I smiled, and then he turned over to talk to the other man and pointed at me with a big grin on his face. The driver grew his own big shit-eating grin and they drove off. I couldn't help but wonder what he said to the other guy, but I imagine it was something along the lines of "That's the dumb slut I just bred in the shower who was whimpering like a fag as I fucked him."., just a few hours to get something to eat before I head over to his place to ride that dick again, and enjoy some Superbowl festivities...

[Guest cockcumwhore]

great story. my dream

[wroxguy]

Excellent story and I am sure looking forward to the next chapter.

[randyrawman]

Loving this story, stud.  Can't wait to read more...

[expdbijock35]

wow....such a hot fucking story....it brought back some good memories for me.....for some reason  I have always been fucked by dominant daddy types in the shower.

[Pighole88]

Thanks for the comments guys. Next installment will hopefully come this week.