A Surprising Hookup at the Gym

Introduction:
A Short story about how I hooked up with a blond jock at the gym. He had been cruising me all night. Finally, I gave in to my lust. However, it turned out that this dude was less than truthful about his intentions. So, I hate-fucked his ass into oblivion. Doing a dump and run on the fucking thief. Kicking him to the street afterward.

Getting Cruised by a Liar at the Gym.

My company had sent me to work for an out-of-state client. I was going to spend 3 weeks in a city that I had not been to before. They had hooked me up with a pretty nice apartment in the better part of town. Even renting a luxury car for me. So far, everything was in perfect order. The work was inspiring, and the new surroundings outstanding. The only thing I wasn't going without was my gym workouts. So I had booked 10 hour-long sessions. That would get me by for the 3 weeks I would be spending there. I even got 2 hours for free from them.

The gym was pretty modern, clean, and rather busy. So I spend more time waiting than I did actually training my well-honed body. After the 2nd visit, one of the cute younger staff members suggested changing my workout time. Later in the evening, it would be much quieter. The gym was open until 22:00 hours. So the next few times, I arrived a quarter to nine. And that worked much better. Around that time, most of the gym's regular clients were leaving. And the few men that were there took their physical training pretty seriously.

Just like me, the athletic muscle jocks and bodybuilders had great physical physiques. Focusing on their training rather than their surroundings. Although, every now and then, they joked around a bit too. But only when they bumped into each other while they changed equipment. Helping one another out if they needed a spotter. All and all, I had a pretty nice time there. Noticing that there were only men attending this gym. It wasn't until halfway through my 12 sessions I learned why that was.

The gym was catering to tough gay men. But, of course, bi- and straights were allowed in too. As long as they did not take offense by the stuff that happened there. Especially in the locker rooms, the sauna, or the other backrooms I hadn't been to yet. Usually, I just hung my coat and training pants in a bag in the gym's wardrobe. Ordinarily, I did not need to change. Because my training pants had velcro sides. One fell swoop, and I was ready to go. Already wearing my sexy short gym pants and halter-top shirt underneath. The gym was within walking distance from the apartment, after all. It wasn't until the 7th or 8th time I went to that gym that I used the locker room. The weather had not been as nice, and I had been working late that evening.

As soon as I opened the locker room door, I ran into 5 or 6 men doing some heavy petting. One sat on his knees servicing 3 butch tattooed hunks. Sucking off one while he stroked the other two bodybuilders. Another lay on the wooden bench between the lockers. He was impaling a 2nd who road his well-hung monster rod hard and fast. I wasn't the only one looking at the heavy action either. A hand full of men had clapped a hand to themselves. Visibly enjoying the hardcore action in the locker room. I could even hear other guys banging asses. The rough fuck sounds came from the sauna and massage area.

I was pretty open-minded at the best of times. And not at all shy about my naked body either. So I found an empty locker. There I stripped off and put on my workout attire. I hadn't bothered with my jockstrap this time. The 11-inch thing was way too big for a jockstrap if I had a semi on. The screwing that went on around me had gotten me all hot and bothered. It was nearly 2 weeks into my 3-week stay. And I hadn't been laid in a while. But I wasn't here to pick up anyone. I wanted to stick to my physical training. My partner was waiting for me when I got home. So I figured I would jump his bones as soon as I got back to him. 

You see, I am a 32-year-old hard alpha top into younger versatile bed partners. Also liking to take it up my ass if the mood so struck me. But, even then, only with one of my dildos. And certainly not at the first few dates. Apparently, I had a very specific taste for partners. They should be smart, strong-minded, and muscular, just like me. And it did not really matter to me if they were male or female. I considered myself on the gay side of bi-curious. 

Although for the last couple of years, I had more luck picking up guys. The one thing they should not do was lie to me. That was the biggest turn-off for me. Having had plenty of liars in my life, I had honed my senses to pick out the worst of them. And those friends - and I use that word lightly - get to see my nasty side pretty quickly. I had built up a bit of a bad rap. Using the liars roughly and dumping them afterward. Something that my powerful 190-pound of pure muscle weight came in quite handy for. At the best of times, I came across as quite imposing. That's why my company liked to send me out to the more difficult clients as well.

So after stroking myself a bit in the locker room, I forced my dick back into my shorts and set to work. Although, the scenes I had witnessed made it hard to focus that evening. A while into my workout routine, I notice that an older twink guy was cruising me. Everywhere I went, he followed. He took a free machine near the one I worked out on. It became pretty annoying quite quickly, actually. The blue-eyed blond wasn't really my type. And whenever he tried to strike up a conversation with me, I noticed he wasn't all that well educated either. I was doing my bicep curls when he struck up a conversation with me again. He wanted to know what my secret for my great-looking athletic physique was. Saying that he thought he did something wrong. Telling me that he liked my looks and wanted to bulk up just like me.

I should have noticed the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. Usually, that was a pretty good indication to steer clear of insincere guys like these. But the blond had hooked me with his brilliant blue eyes. So I calmly answered, "Oh... no big secret there... It is just hard work a couple of times a week... Good food and plenty of protein... A diet plan is pretty important," I told the older twink. He seemed pretty interested in what I had to say. Wanting to know more about my diet. After explaining my general diet plan, he told me how careful he was about the things he put in his mouth. "Only the best..." he smirked while he said it.

Then - bold as brass - he outright asked me, "... Could you give me some of your protein?" Perplexed, I stared at him for a while. Even dropping the dumbbell to the floor next to me. Was this skinny jock really asking me to feed him my load? I was disgusted and intrigued at the same time by his forward suggestion. So I answered, "Ummm... Sure I can spare some for you... I guess." He quickly replied, "Cool... see you after the gym then... Enjoy the workout, dude." The bloke continued his workout at some other part of the gym. Because afterward, I had not seen him again. Half thinking that the skinny blond jock had changed his mind. So after I had finished my routine, I went back to the locker room to change back into my street clothes again. The locker room was even busier than it had been an hour ago. It looked like an after-party at some gay strip club. Staff and clients were going at it hard and heavy.

So before I went home, I took a look around the backrooms to the gym. Back there, it was a virtual fuck-fest. Everyone was cruising around in the locker rooms. The sauna and massage parlor were still pretty busy too. Most of the older bodybuilders were using - yes even abusing - the younger twinkies. Ganging up on a few of them. Nailing their tormented asses over a padded fuck-bench. One of the less muscular dudes had even been tied up into a sling. Begging the other brutes to gape his ass open. And he had plenty of willing men waiting in line to screw his horny ass. It was the gym's staff member who had suggested I take a later workout slot.

Apparently, he had been hoping to see me in action back here too. Because when he saw me cruising around the backroom, he gestured for me to take a ride on him too. I grinned longingly. This staff member was more up my street than the kid that had been cruising me earlier. But I silently pointed at my watch and left for home. Feeling all hot and bothered again. Desperately wanting to get my rocks off now.

As I walked out of the gym, the guy was waiting for me. Seductively leaning up against a light post out front. His hand was playing with his nuts. Eventually, he boldly asked me, "Hi... There you are, stud... Are you still up for giving me some of your protein?" I answered rather quickly, "Oh, hi... Ummm... Yeah, sure, why the hell not... Follow me." Honestly, I had nearly forgotten about him. But if he was game for a quicky, I could use him for a much-needed tension release. So he followed me quietly and at a distance to my apartment. I left the door unlocked when I walked into the home away from home.

Dropping my shoes and gym bag in the hallway and unfastening my pants as I walked into the open plan living room. The twinkie hadn't followed me inside yet. I was about to walk back to lock the door and call it a night. Then he shyly pushed the door open. He poked his head inside and saw my cockhead peaking out of the unfastened pants. I was going commando, and I was ready to go. His eyes widened in glee as he stepped inside. Locking the door behind him as instructed.

After we kissed for a while, I pushed him to his knees. Then, asked him, "... I haven't gotten all night... You still want that protein of mine?..." The bloke looked up at my lude behavior. Then, he skittishly replied that he normally only topped but that he would make an exception for me. "Yeah... you wanted my protein... So have at it then... Suck me off, dude!"

He loosened my pants a little wider. Making my semi brush his hand. He gasped in amazement as I pulled both my sweaty nuts out of the trousers as well. "Shit, man... I am not sure about this... You're so big!" he said, in a tone of voice I immediately recognized. This blond jock was a poor actor. He wasn't as coy as he wanted me to believe. Faking his inexperience to me. And I hated that in a guy. But by now, I was too horny to kick him to the curb either. So I let him continue his act and forced myself to play along with him. Saying, "Fuck... you ain't seen nothing yet... Suck it, man... make me hard!... Eat that dick..." He looked up and gulped as I smacked my cock against his face.

Eventually, he opened his mouth and swallowed my sweaty cock halfway down. Slathering my dick with his saliva. He even managed to suck both my plumb nuts into his mouth. Making me feel really nice. But he clearly was still acting all timid and demure. Although his lack of gag reflex and technique gave him away. The blond twinkie made all the right noises at the right time, though. Sputtering and choking, as if that was the thing he expected I wanted to hear from him. Saying, "... Man, you're so fucking big and hard..." He stroked my naked chest and twirled his fingers around my pecs and the erect nipples. This guy was so fake it could only have been clearer if it would have been written on his forehead. He actually was a filthy slut. A top he certainly was not.

I wondered if he would let me hammer that bubble butt of his. Blow jobs I loved. But the length and girth of my pecker made it hard to take. At least not for most of the guys and girls I dated. And certainly not without some preparation and a boatload of lube. You see, I am 11-inches long and as wide as a baseball bat. Just like my body, it is muscular, hard, and veiny. Even my nuts could feed an entire brothel. And I am not just saying that either. You should have seen the nurses at the sperm bank when I made a deposit there. But that's a different story. So after he blew me and worshipping my muscular body for a long time, I boldly asked him, "... Hey bro... are you going to give me your ass, or what?"

"Ummm... Okay then... but... but..." he stammered all fake-like, "... I haven't been fucked in a while... I usually don't bottom this quickly either."
I grinned and answered harshly, "Sure you have... But don't worry... I'll go in gently," I promised, with a nasty smirk on my face. Damn, I love tight holes, I thought to myself. And tomorrow, he will know that he picked the wrong man to lie to tonight. 

I slammed him over the armrest of the low-backed leather chesterfield fauteuil in the living room. Giving me a great view of the tightly clenched butthole. I played along with his game. Telling him, "... Oh man... that is one nice tight hole..." But laughing my head off inwardly, as he was clearly clamping his boy-cunt tight himself. By this time, I was so pissed off at this liar. Thinking I would have to destroy his hole if I got half a chance. So after grabbing the bottle of lube out of my gym bag, I greased up my dick a bit. Playing with the unnatural taut buttocks of this blond. Using my slicked-up fingers to lube his pucker up as well.

He screamed as I forced 2 fingers in deep. To my surprise, he forgot to clamp the slutty hole tight. The lube wasn't really necessary. Neither was the preparation or the foreplay. Not only wasn't this fucker a top. I wasn't even his first this evening. That became evident when I grasped the base of my meat. Snapping on a quick rubber. Aiming for the backdoor, I shot right past the sphincter. All the way into the depths of his cum filled guts. 

The joker let out an extreme scream. Not sure if he faked this one. However, as soon as my nuts hit his ass, thick streams of sperm dripped past my balls onto the floor. The filthy bottom feeder had at least 2 or perhaps 3 loads stored in there. My entire cock slid in effortlessly. At the same time, I gasped in horror, "... Bro... is that cum dripping out of your ass?" He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled, embarrassed. "... That's all I needed!... A fucking slut!..." I screamed in outrage at him. I pulled out all the way. Then slamming my hips up against his ass again, but much rougher than before. Driving my cock deep inside him in utter anger. He screamed and rounded his back, trying to minimize my brutal penetrations. I knew I was going to rail this slutty boy-cunt to oblivion now.

I pushed down on his lower back, held his hips, and pounded him hard. Even twisting one of his arms aggressively onto his back. He continued to fight me. Hoping he could pull away from my onslaught, but I held him down firmly. Sneering down at him, "... Hmmm... Haven't bottomed in a while?... Yeah, Right... You're a liar!... And I hate those..." Soon his hole was a loose and sloppy wet mess. I mean, even looser and sloppier than when the other men had used this fucker before me tonight.

Then, I flipped him over, spreading his legs, and drove my cock between his ass cheeks. Choking his terrified screams with one hand. And squeezing his throat with the other. My cock slid straight inside him again. But even ruder than it had done before. Until the blond twinkie slut turned blue in the face, and his eyes started to roll into the back of his head. I pulled out and ripped off the torn rubber. Apparently, I had been ramming this asshole so roughly that it had broke inside his boy-cunt.

Slamming in raw, my huge cock must have hit his g-spot. Because his cock spurted load after load on his stomach. I fucked the cum out of this bitch. I continued my rough exercise on this fucker. Getting myself into a nice lust-induced frenzy. Not caring about his well-being anymore. I just wanted to get my rocks off inside this fuck-toy. The rougher, the better, I thought. When I pulled out, his ass was bright red and looked pretty sore. I carried him to the kitchen table and continued my workout. Laying him on his side and yanking one of his legs in the air. I pounded my rock-hard throbbing cock in aggressively while I stood behind him. Blondy couldn't really do anything but take it. I pressed down on his butt cheek to create a tighter hole. Using the fucker as a human sex toy like there was no tomorrow.

I was getting ready to cum. I pulled out and slammed the slut to his knees again. Stuffing my cock straight into this twinkie's throat. Yanking on a fist full of hair in the process. Not showing him any remorse or mercy. I blew my load as I started to pull out. Shooting a thick stream straight down his throat. A few into his mouth and the rest over his filthy tear-stained face and his chest. I did not give him much time to reflect, either. I stuffed my still twitching cock back into his throat. Making him experience what a real cock choking was. Just before he had to tap out, I pulled back. Letting him swallow his spit and my cum and gulping for air. Repeating this for at least 10 minutes and drowning him with my second load of the evening. 

He lay twitching on the living room floor like a wet rag. Watching me gather up all his belongings. Removing my watch and wallet from his sweat pants. As soon as he came into my apartment, he had tried to pickpocket me. I resolutely threw the rest outside on the parking lot below. Withholding the other wallets, I had found in his sweat pants. Holding the door open for him. Telling the sneak thief in no uncertain terms to get lost. He slowly walked out of the door, still with a full raging hard-on. Without looking back at me, he gave me a thumbs up. Gathering up his clothes, and walked away naked. I never saw him at the gym again, but I enjoyed hate-fucking that lying twinkie thief.

The next day I went back to the gym. Taking the younger staff member aside and telling him about the blue-eyed blond thief. "Oh him... Fuck... Yeah... We could not get rid of him... We had no evidence he was the one hustling our clients." So when I showed him the other wallets, he was pretty pleased with the evidence. In fact, I spend most of the day 'celebrating' the bust with the gym's staff. Getting the wallets back to the rightful owners. The team even took me down to the staff room for a full-body workout. And a massage with a happy end. Well, I say staff room. Just call it a proper underground dungeon. But I had a blast the last few days of my visit there.

< THE END >

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(C) StrykerJ: June 2021