A Trip to the Local YMCA with Drew

The gym floor was not crowded at all. From the interaction he had with Chris in the locker room, Drew wondered what other surprises he is going to see from Bill as they workout.

“So. What do you want to do first?” Bill says as they walk up to a weight bench. There is already a rack of weights on it. Someone had walked away leaving it without re-racking the weights back on the weight stand.

“You go ahead. I’ll spot you.” Drew says as he gets behind the bench.

Bill looks at the weights. They are what he can handle. In fact, less than but he will do it. He wants to see what Drew will do.

He plops down on his back and lifts his arms up to grasp the metal bar.

“Uh!” He moans as he takes the weights on the strength of both of his arms. He lifts them from his chest back up to the full stretch of his arms. As he does this. A light sheen of sweat breaks out over his face and arms. But it is what is in his shorts that gets Drew’s attention.

The more Bill lifts the weights, the more his cock seems to grow harder inside his shorts. By the time he had done lift number TEN of the first set. There is a noticeable tent in Bill’s flimsy gray shorts. Bill’s lets his hand go there, playfully letting it bounce between his fingers inside the material.

Bill racks the weights and moves from underneath the bar. “Your turn.” He says as he stands and makes his way to the spotter position where Drew had stood. The tent obvious in his shorts.

Drew does not know what to do. He has never gotten hard as he lifted weights. After he was finished his testosterone was always fired up, yes, but never during, like Bill’s appears to be.

Drew assumes the position under the bar and lifts it as Bill had done. But as he looks up, he can see the inside of Bill’s gray flimsy shorts and the head of Bill’s cock on the shorts. He also sees up and through one of the shorts-legs. The man’s legs and ass-crack are filled with dark hairs, but this is what he had seen in the locker room but now this man’s cock and balls are looming over him as he huffs and puffs with the weighed bar.

“You okay man?” Bill says as Drew racks the weights back on the bench. “You looked flustered. It ain’t too much is it.”

“No. I am good. Fine.”

“You look like you have something on your mind, is all.” Bill says as he moves around on the bench to reposition himself for the next set. They plan to do 3 sets of 10 before the move on the next station. They are only on their 2nd set of 10.

Drew hesitates for a moment before he finally says something.

“Yeah, man, I do. How do you lift without anything on underneath of those shorts of yours? Aren’t you afraid you are going to pull something?” Drew asks as Bill rights himself again as the men look eye-to-eye. “Or hurt something?”

“Naw, I am aw-right. I guess you saw my hard-on, uh?”

“Couldn’t miss it man.” Drew says. “You get one every time you do a lift?”

“I do.” Bill says. “Did so back in high school, too, in the field house locker room. Never had much thought about it. I am so use to it. I do not even think about it. I just do my sets.”

“Uh-huh. Obviously.” Drew says as he looks down at his shorts. Not a rise or any sign he even has a dick inside of them.

“It’s not a problem is it?” Bill asks.

Drew shakes his head, “no.” But it was despite him saying otherwise. Again, he was surprised by the man he thought was this nerdy book worm. He is more confident than he thought. More confident than him, it appears.

They finish the sets on the bench press. Bill’s cock was noticeably hard in his shorts as he continued with their sets. But there began to appear a wet spot on the front of Bill’s shorts from the sap rising in his balls as he strained with each lift of the weighed down bar.

As Drew looked around the gym floor at the other guys lifting, he noticed that some of their shorts were doing like Bill was in his shorts. The men around him and Bill are all similar in age to them. The 20-year-olds have tented shorts after they lifted. Maybe he was doing something wrong. He did not get a hard-on when he lifted perhaps it was because of his tightie-whities pushing his dick up close to his body.

The pair worked on their chest and arms on this day. It was what Bill usually did, so they decided to stay with his regiment. But Bill always ran for 30-minutes on the treadmill to get some cardio at the end. Help the ole ticker he said.

They got on treadmills side-by-side and began their 30-minute run. Bill had inclined his treadmill slightly and started off at a faster pace. Bill was already awash in sweat from their workout and now he was drenched even more. He had a regiment that Drew had a hard time keeping up with. This had been more than he bargained for when he asked Bill if he could work out with him. But to look at what he thought was the quiet Bill at the apartments and the Bill from the local YMCA as they worked out. It was a two completely different men.

Bill pulls the raggedy red tee over his head and tosses it onto the floor. While he runs on the treadmill.

“Should you be doing that, brother?” Drew asks. “You are not supposed to take your shirt off. The signs say not too.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, brother.” Bill says as he whips his head about; the sweat being slung from his body. “They don’t say nothing to me, usually, I head to the locker room after my run.”

By this time Drew had already stopped. He could not keep up with this man who is two years younger than him. The guy was a powerhouse and full of surprises. As Bill ran his cock flopped about in his shorts. It was more noticeable now than when they were first on the bench. He was not as hard, but the wet spot had been swallowed up by the sweat as it took over the flimsy gray shorts that barely concealed what was underneath them. Bill’s hand constantly went to his cock as he stood, and as they lifted and now as he ran. He could not keep it away. But he was not hard. Drew that is and he wondered what was wrong with him.

Bill finished his 30-minute run down to the second and when the digital counter hit that last second, he steps from the machine. He was huffing and puffing and the hairs that covered his chest were wet from the sweat pouring forth from his pores.

“I feel alive now.” Bill says as he is hyped up on his adrenaline. Drew thought he was going to pound on his chest like Tarzan did in those old black-and-white movies, but he did not.

Drew had barely been able to keep up. He had tired-out half through Bill’s workout. He stayed nearby as a spotter for Bill’s sake, but he could not keep up with the man. And he gave up 15 minutes into the run. He was beat.

Bill reaches down and picks up his tee from the floor. “Time to hit the showers.” Bill says as he wipes the already-wet tee over his face and bare chest letting it soak up what sweat it could from his drenched flesh.

“Please put your shirt on Mr. Dearborn.” A woman’s less-than pleased voice comes from behind a desk in the far corner of the otherwise quiet gym floor.

“Will do Connie.” Bill says as he begins to lift the tee over his head as if to put it on but once he gets out of range and behind a wall, he puts it back to his side.

As they pass the table with the green towels stacked up Bill grabs two of them. “You’d better get yourself two. There is not going to be any inside.” Bill tells Drew as they walk towards the MEN locker room door.

Drew grabs two and follows Bill into the locker room. But he had been the follower throughout this entire trip to the local YMCA with Bill.

When Drew gets into the locker room. Bill is already completely naked before Drew can shed a lick of his clothes. His sweat-soaked gray shorts wind up in a pile on the floor along with the red sleeveless tee. These clothes are piled next to Bill’s discarded white Nike shoes.

The man looks even more powerful now. His body is all aglow in muscle-red from where he worked out and ran. He is standing a few feet from the fan that he has now turned on.

Drew is hesitant to strip off his clothes. He never played sports in school especially around an athlete like Bill. He has been naked in the locker room before, but he usually only lingered about for a short time. Showered and got out but this was not going to be unlike that he imagined.

He kicks his worn shoes from his feet and pulls his footies off. Next comes the tee over his head. He had sweated but nowhere near like what Bill had. His shirt was moderately wet from the workout. He grabbed either side of his shorts and underwear and pulls both down together in one fell swope. Now, he was as naked as Bill. But he lacked the same confidence, it seemed of his new friend. He threw them in a pile to match what Bill had done and heads off to the shower with one of the small green towels in front of him. Bill is still standing in front of the fan. It is not even big enough to even cover his cock and balls. He did not think to bring his own towel. He now wished he had.

He walked to through the door to the shower room. And went inside. On a wall opposite the hot tub there is a line of shower stalls with plastic curtains that barely covered the entrance way to the little area.

“I’d wish they’d take out these damn stalls. It is so bothersome.” It is Bill. He did not hear him enter behind him as he walked into the area. “It makes no sense to me.”

There was no one else in the room as everyone was out on the gym floor with what few guys that were there.

“Before you get into the hot tub, sauna or steam room. You have to shower each time.” Bill tells Drew.

“You get in all three of them?” Drew asks.

“Usually. But I do not stay for long. Unless I have to.”

Bill steps into the closest shower and turns on the faucet. He does not bother to mess with the plastic shower curtain to maintain modesty. It is not long before he steps under the hot spray of water and grabs the soap. The water cascades over him. He lifts his arms and soaps up his pits and then goes to his crotch and soaps up his dark pubes, but he lets the lather gather round his moderate erection. The boy must be clean.

Drew makes it down to the next stall. Closes the plastic shower curtain behind him and does the same. As Drew stands under the hot water, he soaps himself down washing like he was at his apartment. He hears Bill’s water cut off and hears Bill’s feet on the tiles as he walks to the hot tub. His feet squeak on the wet floor. A small splash is all Drew hears when Bill gets into the still waters of the hot tub.

“There is no need to take a full shower man. You will be back in there before we get into the sauna. I just give myself a quick wash. A once-over.”

It is then he hears the jets of the hot tub fire up and some low relieving sighs from Bill’s mouth as the heated water kneads his tired and exercised muscles.

Drew pulls the curtain back and steps out into the open. Bill can see all of Drew’s nakedness now.

“Man, you have a good body on you. You need to do some more intensive workouts and you would muscle up. Just like me.” Bill says as he slides over allowing Drew to get in next to him. Bill’s hands are under the water the whole time he has been talking to Drew.

As Drew steps up. And into the hot tub he can feel his ass crack being exposed to Bill. His balls and cock are relaxed from the warm shower and hang down. He is not used to being on full display.

“So. How do you like it?” Bill asks as his hands play with his cock and balls under the water. He is still playing with himself as he talks to Drew. And Drew is more than aware of it.

“You are a one hell of a beast, man.” Drew says. “A real beast.”

“I get pretty intense.” Bill says. “Sorry ‘bout that though. It was not until I started lifting in high school that I got so confident. I was scrawny and thin up until I became a sophomore and then I began to put on some muscle. I went out for the baseball team. Got on it and then played varsity, later.”

Drew nodded his head as Bill talked.

“You wanted to play pro?”

“I wasn’t good enough.” Bill says as he takes his arms out of the water and puts it on the rim of the hot tub. Drew is close to him that one of Bill’s outstretched arms is behind him. “But you do like it here, doncha? Enough to move your membership?”

“Yeah, I do.” Drew says.

Bill has opened his legs. As Drew looks down into the water, he can see Bill’s cock has hardened despite the heat of the water.

“Time to get out. The sauna is next.” Bill broadcast as he stands up in the still churning waters of the hot tub.

Bill’s cock is indeed harder than it was than when he first got in. His fondling under the swirling waters has excited him as well as having his audience of one. As he stands Drew can see Bill’s hardness as it breaks through the surface of the water.

“Oops, sorry ‘bout that.” Bill says. “I was playing with the boy.”

Drew does not say anything at Bill’s comment. But he is still taken back by Bill’s bravado.

Bill goes back to the shower he had left from earlier and begins to soap himself down, again. All Drew can do is watch. And he does.

Bill gathers the soap in his fingers and whirls it around causing white abundant lather. He takes it and smears it across his chest. His dark hairs in the center show easily in the lather. He further works the lather into the cracks, creases, and valleys of his hard-worked and tested muscles from the day’s labored workout. And to his head. And down to his dark bushy groin.

There is now so much lather he begins to work it across the hardened length of cock. He pumps harder and harder with his clutched fists around his cock as the lather increases.

And Drew sees all of this.

“Doncha get to hot in there, Drew. There is still the other two.” Bill says from the open shower stall as he looks to Drew with his hard-on in plain sight poking from the lathered pubes.

Drew stands. He finds that he too has gained a hard-on from Bill’s show that he knew was solely for his benefit.

Bill notices that Drew is now hard, too, as he lifts himself from the churning waters, but he chooses to not acknowledge it. He does not want to scare Drew away. It is finally getting interesting. It took him long enough. He has been teasing him for over an hour now. It is about time he sees some proof of his tempting.

“I’ll meet you in the sauna. It is the one with the wooden door. Don’t linger now.”

The bang from the wooden door of the sauna is heard as Drew gets under the hot spray of the shower, once again. He does a quick wash. Finishes. And walks to the sauna. It is still only the two of them in the back part of the locker room. No one has come in from the pool, either. The door to the pool is right outside both doors of the sauna and steam room. The doors each face one another.

Drew gets to the wooden door of the sauna and looks inside. Bill is seated with legs spread wide-apart against the back wall of the sauna. Both hands are on his cock as he strokes himself alone in the dry heat of the small space. Drew opens the door and walks in.

“You aren’t afraid that management is going to walk in.” Drew asks Bill as his hands goes to his cock to match the rhythm of Bill.

“I have jacked-off in here so many times with many of those guys out there on the floor. I do not worry about it. They’d lose all their male members if they threw us all out.” Bill explains. “And me and the manager have done the same thing after closing hours. I’ll be okay.”

Drew sits down across from Bill. Both men’s cocks are throbbing. And red. From the heat of the shower and the closed atmosphere of the small area of the sauna and from the mutual admiration between the two men. Things are about to boil over.

“I was wondering if you were okay with everything.” Bill says. “You gave me a lot of weird looks when were out there on the floor. Today.”

“I was taken back at first. But I thought, ‘what the hell’ and so I decided I might as well go with the flow, like you.” Drew explains. “When I got up out of the hot tub. I was ready.”

“Brother, I am glad you finally loosened up. It took you long enough.” Bill says. “It is no big deal. When I get to lifting, I get all hard. It is just how I am. And I must get off. I usually do it in the locker room or back here. But I shoot my load before I leave.”

Bill says his piece as he continues to stroke his cock. His cum begins to materialize atop the crown. He puts his hands to his side. And starts to steadily breathe. Getting back some control over his cock.

“Don’t bust a nut in hear. Though. It will show up on the wood.” Bill explains as his cock throbs from his groin.

“Brother, you have yourself one hell of a big dick.” Drew tells Bill. “How big?”

“I reckon I am about eight, maybe, nine inches.” Bill says. “You, brother, ain’t lackin’ in that area either, Drew.”

“Yeah, man, but I ain’t nowhere near as thick as you.” Drew says. “Mind if I touch it?”

“Go right ahead. Just do not tweak my cockhead. I’m liable to shoot at any minute.”

Drew reaches over and wraps his fingers around Bill’s swelled cock and gently squeezes.

“Not too tight, brother.” Bill tells Drew. “Not too tight.”

Drew eases off on his squeezing. They both hear the door open to the shower room from where they are seated in the sauna.

“Someone just came in.” Drew says with panic in his voice.

“Do not sweat it, brother. Do not sweat it. Cool yourself.” Bills attempts to calm Drew. “It is alright. I assure you. Let me leave first. Take a few breathes and calm yourself.”

Bill stands. His cock pointing out from his hairy midsection. The sweat runs off him like a waterfall over his well-developed six-pack of abs. The tapered sides of his crotch are all Drew sees once Bill passes awfully close to his face. So close that if Drew were to extend his tongue from his mouth; he would have been to able lick the tip of the Bill’s cock.

The door closes behind Bill as he exits the sauna. He can hear the banter between Bill and the unknown person. He feels safe enough to exit. His cock is still as hard as Bill’s when he left the sauna. He has had about as much of the sauna as he could take. He needs to cool himself under the cool waters of the shower before he steps into the steam room.

When he steps into the enclosed room. Bill and the unknown man are gabbing away. Bill’s cock is still hard, and the stranger has slowly begun to fondle that pulsing erection in front of his fingers.

“Not too tight, man. Not too tight. Drew, this is my friend, Walt. Walt this is Drew.” Bill says in his introduction of the two men.

Drew and Walt nod to each other. No more is needed to explain the current situation.

“Seems everyone here is sporting some wood but me.” Walt says.

“Well, you know what you have to do about that. Doncha?” Bill says.

Bill reaches for Walt’s cock and begins to slowly stroke it.

“Damn! Yours is big too.” Drew says about Walt’s rapidly growing tool.

“Don’t sweat it, man. It is what it is.” Bill says.

“I gotta get under the water or I am gonna fall out.” Drew says as he heads for a shower stall.

He does not bother to close the plastic curtain this time as he turns on the cool water, letting it drench him down. The water lowers his body temperature and begins to diminish his erection.

He can hear that Walt and Drew as they left the area behind him while he faced the showerhead. He reckons both men have gone into the steam room. Since that was next on the agenda. Bill never got under the shower though. Drew thinks as he walks from the shower to the steam room. He cannot see inside as he peers through the class door. All he sees is white steam.

He opens the door and speaks.

“Bill, y’all in here?”

“C’mon in.” Bill says sounding as if he is out of breath. “Close that door behind you, you are letting out all the steam.”

Drew goes into the room, but he cannot see anything. A white-hot mist fills the white tiled room. The sound of the gurgling pipes as more steam is dumped into the room is the only sound, as he gets familiar with the surroundings. There is a bench made of the tile that wraps around two walls. As his eyes adjust to the small space. He sees Bill. And Walt. They are opposite of him where he has found a spot near the other side of the room near the glass door.

Drew sees Bill’s ass. But he can barely make out Walt except for brief glimpses of him when Bill appears to move.

“Why doncha get over here, Drew.” Bill says as he appears to be ramming his body in the direction of what he thinks to be Walt. “Let him suck on that hard cock of yours while he lets me fuck his tender ass, brother.”

Drew realizes now what is going on. The motions he saw was Bill moving his ass backward and forward as he shoved his hard cock into Walt’s ass.

Drew moves and seats himself in front of Walt’s stooped stance. And opens wide his legs wide. Bill’s is pounding his hard cock into Walt’s hole.

“That man can suck’em some cock. Drew. Let him get a-hold of yours. He is damn good. I tell you.” Bill says as he continues to ram his cock into the bent man’s ass.

Drew slides around to where Walt is facing the back of the steam-blinding room and sits down on the tile bench. Before he can get in place, Walt has already gulped down his now hardened cock. Walt takes Bill, wholly, into his mouth.

“Whoa doggie!” Drew proclaims as his cock is swallowed by Walt’s mouth.

“I told he was good.” Bill says. “His ass can take a man’s cock like no other.”

Bill throws up his arms as he pivots in place using his body weight to slam his cock into Walt’s hole.

“I have never fucked anyone in the ass before.” Drew says as he is barely able to stay seated as Walt takes his cock from its tip to its base.

“Well get yourself over here then, Drew. Walt’s ass is a treat.” Bill says as he pulls out, slinging some of his sperm across the room. “Get a move on, Drew or I am going to hafta put my cock back in ‘em.”

Drew hurriedly gets into the position where Bill just left.  And Bill takes his spot as Walt goes down on Bill’s leaking cock.

“Oh fuck!” Bill hollers as Walt takes one swipe down Bill’s engorged shaft.

“Don’t take it easy, man.” Walt says after waiting a few seconds before Drew enters him. “Shove that cock in me.”

Drew centers himself at the entrance to the tall blonde man’s waiting hole. Drew is excited. This is more than he expected would happen today at the local YMCA.

“Whatcha waiting for, man, give it to me.” Walt says.

Drew does. He shoves his cock into Walt’s hole. He finds a rhythm in no time.

“Damn!” Drew says. “His hole is nice. Never fucked a man before.”

“You’ve already said that, but you are now. Well, we’ll have to remedy that more than just this one time.” Bill says as Walt resumes the sucking on his cock.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I am about to cum!” Drew yells. He did not want to, but he had been fighting against himself for a when he finally gave in and let Bill lead him. It had only taken him a few minutes. It had to be the excitement that set him off so soon.

“Doncha you dare pull it out! Give it to me! Give it to me!” Walt orders. And Drew does. He bucks and empties his full nuts into the tender raw backside of the man he met moments ago. It has been a while since Drew’s last fuck.

Walt resumes the siphoning with his ass muscles on Drew’s cock as he feels Bill’s cock swell in his mouth.

“My turn! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Bill screams as Walt clamps down tighter with his mouth onto Bill’s cock. Bill can barely contain himself as Walt gets all he can from Bill’s cock.

Drew pulls out of Walt’s hole at the same time Bill pulls his cock from Walt’s mouth.

Meanwhile. The door to the steam room opens. It is another one of Bill’s friends.

“Damn! I want a turn.” A man that Drew does not know steps into the steam room.

“I am sure he can take some more. My friend and I hafta go. C’mon Drew. Let’s get our asses outta here and into a cool shower.” Bill says as he steps out of the steam room. Followed closely by Drew.

“You having yourself a good workout?” Bill asks Drew before they step under the shower.

“Fuck yes!” Drew answers. “Fuck yes!”

“So, you think you may want to change your membership now?”

“It is a more than a possibility now.” Drew says with a smile creeping across his face.

They both shower and walk into the locker room. Drew understands now where the confidence that Bill has comes from. Drew is holding the sole green gym towel in his hand. Bill walks naked and dripping wet into the locker room.

When they get dressed. Drew goes without his underwear. Just like Bill. When the two get into Drew’s truck and before he can turn on the engine.

“Drew, brother, what happens in the locker room is just between you and I and whoever we are with. I don’t say nothing.” Bill says as he fondles his cock.  Drew nods his head, “yes.” “It seems I am getting hard again.”

“You can come up to my place when we get back. No one is there but me. Gary is out. I would like to get myself a taste of that cock if that is okay?” Drew says.

“I hoped you’d say that.” Bill says as Drew cranks up his truck. Bill squeezes the ever-apparent bulge in his tan-brown shorts. He is ready for more. He wants to see how far he can take Drew.

Just to let you know. Drew sucks a mean cock. -Bill.

The End for now