It was a rainy, miserable, chilly, March afternoon. After being cooped up in my apartment for two days watching soap operas and my favorite porn videos, I needed to escape. The four walls were closing in on me. It had been raining for more than a week. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen the sun.
Since I didn't have anything better to do, I decided to brave the weather and go to the gym. Everybody, including myself, was in a foul mood due to the weather. I hoped a workout might improve my disposition. I was sick of fucking El Nino.
Usually I enjoyed working out. Mostly I enjoyed the benefits of working out. In the past two years, I've packed on 20 pounds of hard muscle onto my former 150 pound, 5 foot 10 inch body. My friends noticed the difference, and so did I.
When I got to the gym, it was almost empty. I guessed nobody wanted to go out in the rain. I smiled at a few of the regulars on my way to the locker room, then quickly changed into my gym clothes.
I should mention that it's an all gay gym. For the most part, I pretty much keep to myself, mostly because I can be painfully shy. When I first started working out, I was intimidated by all the hunky guys.
I racked up the weights on the bench press to begin my routine. As I laid down on the bench my eyes caught a glimpse of my favorite guy to ogle at the gym--Chance. Chance wasn't his real name. I was sure of that. It was his professional name. Chance was one of my favorite porn stars.
Chance wasn't the only guy who worked out at the gym that I had seen in porn videos or magazines, but he was the best known and the best looking in my opinion. Chance was a stud. Just thinking about him got me drooling. He was about 6 foot 2 inches tall with golden brown hair that he was always brushing out of his eyes. He was built, very beefy with thick muscular shoulders and bulging biceps. He had a broad chest--thick slabs of muscles that were covered in a matt of downy chest hair. The box covers of his videos didn't do him justice. He had the most intense deep blue eyes, the color of the sea, that seemed to look right through you.
Chance lived at the gym. He was usually there when I worked out and I don't keep a regular schedule. I would see him working out when I arrived to begin my workout, and he would still be there when I was finished.
I began to pump the barbell up and down, struggling a bit with the weight. My mind began to wander. It wasn't on working out. I couldn't stop thinking about Chance. I had rented his latest video a few days earlier and had shot off a couple of quick loads watching him fuck the shit out of several equally hot guys. As I continued struggling with my set, my dick hardened. I was so distracted that I nearly dropped the barbell.
'Let me spot you,' bellowed a voice from behind me. There was no mistaking who it was. It was Chance.
'Thanks,' I said as he positioned himself behind the bench.
I thought I would loose control of the barbell completely when I glanced upward, looking right up Chance's gym shorts. He was wearing a pair of loose grey shorts and a well worn jock that strained to cover his infamous dick. His dick, well I should say a life-sized replica of his nine inches was sold by mail order houses and in sex shops all over the country. I even had one tucked under my bed at home.
I couldn't help but stare upward, peering into Chance's shorts as I forced more reps. After my set, I sat up and paused to catch my breath. My heart was pounding. I always got nervous around guys who turned me on.
'Thanks a lot, I said again. 'I guess I'm a little out of practice.' I extended my hand to shake. 'My name is Rick, by the way.'
'My friends call me Chance,' he said, smiling. I was certain that he knew that I knew who he was. 'Another set?'
I nodded and positioned myself prone on the bench press. Chance scooted up to the press and helped me with the barbell. I couldn't have been more distracted as I attempted ten reps. It was impossible to remember how many times I had fantasized about this man and now I was flat on my back staring up his shorts.
'One more,' said Chance. 'One more.'
As I attempted two more reps, I wished that he was mouthing the words that he said in all of his videos. 'Suck that cock. Suck that big cock.' When I was finished with the set, Chance helped me lower the barbell to the press. I gasped for breath and wiped the sweat off my forehead.
'Another set?' he asked.
'No, I'm done here. Thanks a lot.'
Chance patted me on the back. 'See you around,' he said. I practically tented my gym shorts with the throbbing hard-on I was fighting.
'Yeah, sure. 'Thanks again.' I blurted out, not being able to think of anything witty to say.
I finished up my chest workout and then worked on my shoulders. I was totally distracted the rest of the time I worked out. Chance flashed me a couple of grins as we passed each other at the water fountain or while we sat in machines opposite of each other.
After my workout, I decided to relax in the hot tub. Chance came into the locker room, after I had been soaking for a few minutes. He quickly stripped down, tossed his shorts and tank top into a locker, grabbed a towel and then positioned himself under the shower.
Whoever had designed the locker room was no fool. The open showers were situated on the wall opposite the hot tub. The place was built for cruising. I had a view of Chance that was even better than the one I had at home watching him on video on my big screen TV.
Chance smiled and then turned, facing away from me. I was in heaven as water cascaded down his shoulders and back. I gasped as Chance slipped his fingers inside his asscrack, soaping himself up. The site of him fingering his firm, round butt was almost too much to bare. My cock was growing, getting harder by the minute. He worked his way downward, soaping up his muscular thighs and legs. I was playing with my dick under the hot water, getting myself totally hard.
Chance rinsed off the soap and then turned around. His eyes locked on mine. I was too nervous so I diverted my stare.
He knew I was watching. He had to know. I was sure he was getting off on it, too. He was a performer after all. He did this for a living. He was a fucking star. Guys like me spent good money renting his videos to watch them in dimly lit rooms with out pants around our ankles. He was a fantasy--a fantasy fuck. Guys wanted to either be with him or be him.
Chance smirked and then began to lather up his broad chest, alternately soaping and rinsing off his matt of chest hair. I was mesmerized when he began soaping up his cock and pair of low hanging balls. As he fondled his dick, it got bigger, continuing to grown until it was half-hard. Chance nodded his head, acknowleding that I was watching. I grasped my cock tighter, slowly stroking it under the hot water.
It was like a scene in one of his videos. Steam filled the shower area. The sound of splashing water echoed off the porcelain tile walls. The only thing that was missing was his co-star--the hunky guy who would slip into the shower and then drop to his knees and begin to suck Chance's cock. I wanted to be that man, but I was too timid to approach. Guys like me never stood a chance with guys like Chance. For all I knew, he was getting off on teasing the shit out of me.
I watched Chance as he shampooed his hair and then rinse off. He stood silently under the spray of water, his mouth turned upward into a mischievous grin. His cock was almost completely hard now. He stepped out from underneath the shower, his dick dangling between his legs. Chance grabbed his towel and was gone from my view. Frustrated, I stayed in the hot tub until my hard-on went down.
When I heard the locker room door slam shut, I quickly showered, changed and got ready to face the weather again. I had another uneventful evening at home watching television to look forward to. I'd probably jerk off before going to bed fantasying about Chance in the shower.
Chance was chatting with the guy at the front desk when I went to get my membership card. When I asked for my card, the guy behind the desk seemed annoyed that I had interrupted their conversation.
'See you,' said Chance. He dashed out the front door, my eyes locked on his butt as the door slammed behind him.
The guy behind the desk handed me my membership and scowled.
It was drizzling when I stepped outside. Chance was waiting on the sidewalk in front of the gym.
'What took you so long?' he asked.
'You didn't jerk off in the jacuzzi?'
I laughed and started to blush. 'No, but I wanted to.' What was I going to tell him--the truth?
Chance laughed. 'Most of the members have jacked off in that hot tub at one time or another.'
While we mad small talk about the gym, our work outs, it started pouring again. I fumbled with my umbrella.
'Oh shit,' said Chance. Apparently, he had forgotten his umbrella. 'I'm so sick of this fucking rain.'
'Which way you going?' I asked.
'Down Noe,' said Chance.
It was out of the way, but I figured it was my only chance.
'I'll walk you home,' I said.
'It's not out of your way?' he asked.
'No, not at all.'
I opened up my umbrella and we headed down Noe Street.
'How long have you been working out?' he asked.
'A few years off and on. It was mostly off for quite a while but I've gotten back into it.'
'It shows,' he said.
I smiled, wondering if he had really noticed the changes in my body. I certainly couldn't help but notice his body. He was a fucking hunk. It would take years of working out to even look half as good as he did.
As we chatted some more, I found myself getting aroused when I thought about his earlier display under the shower at the gym. Chance and I continued walking up Noe Street. He smiled back at me. Neither one of us mentioned what had happened back in the locker room. The rain poured down around us.
'You know Rick, you always look so serious at the gym. I never see you talking to anybody. You're always listening to your walkman.'
'Well, I really don't know anybody there,' I said. 'I really don't fit in with the crowd from the gym.'
'Give me a break,' said Chance.
I shrugged my shoulders. 'All right.'
'You have a boyfriend?' he asked.
'No,' I said. 'How about you?'
'Single, too. My place is this way.'
Chance and I splashed our way through puddles the rest of the way to his apartment. He lived in a small flat off Noe Street, not far from the park. I thought I was hearing things when he invited me in to get out of the rain. I was dumbfounded. What was going on? I was no fool, though. I took him up on his offer.
'You want to get out of those wet jeans?' asked Chance, as we hung our wet jackets on a coat rack in the front foyer. My pants were soaked through all the way through from the knees down.
'I've got a dryer in the laundry room in back. They'll be dry in no time and you might be a little more comfortable.'
'That sounds like a good idea but...'
I blushed. 'I'm not wearing any underwear.'
Chance laughed. 'Rick, I've seen you in the locker room. What about your gym shorts?'
'Those things are pretty rank. I was on the stairmaster for about twenty minutes.'
'Come on,' he said. 'You can borrow a pair of mine.'
Chance led me into his bedroom. I had dreamt that it would have happened under different circumstances a million times before. I did, however, appreciate his friendly gesture.
'Here, these should fit. Now give me those jeans.'
I unbuttoned my 501's and kicked off my damp sneakers. I found myself getting embarrassed. I wasn't sure why. I had paraded around bare-assed in the locker room hundreds of times while Chance was there and in his line of work, I was sure he was used to hanging out with nude guys.
I yanked down my jeans and stepped out of them. My cock was half hard and getting fuller by the moment. Chance handed me the shorts. I quickly pulled them up, trying to cover my hardening cock. Chance smirked. He seemed to enjoy toying with me.
'I'll throw these in the dryer and maybe we can send out for something to eat. You like Chinese?'
I nodded my head and we walked back out into the other room.
'Sit down. I'll be right back.'
I made myself comfortable on the sofa. Chance returned a few minutes later, toweling himself dry. He smiled and tossed the damp towel at me, then sat down next to me.
I smiled back at Chance, but I soon felt my bashfulness kick in full force. I fell quiet. Chance did all the talking. I was totally intimidated by the handsome man sitting next to me.
'You sure don't talk much. Do you?'
'I can be a little shy at times.' I felt myself started to get embarrassed further. My face flushed. I hoped I wasn't turning bright red.
'There's no need to be shy,' said Chance. He placed his hand on my knee.
My heart pounded and my throat went dry. I tried to clear my throat.
'I can't help it. I've been like this since I was a little kid. I was always picked on because I was smaller than everybody else.'
'You're not a little kid anymore.' Chance's hand was still on my knee. In fact, he was slowly moving it up my thigh. The tips of his fingers played with the hem of the shorts he had lent me. I was afraid to look down. The sensation of his hand against my leg had gotten me aroused. My cock was stiff as a pipe.
'You don't have to be shy with me. I saw the way you were looking at me at the gym. I know you want me, Rick. You know, I want you, too.'
Chance inched his hand up inside the shorts. His fingers caressed my balls. I got completely rattled. I couldn't believe what was happening. I had watched this same scene a million times in his videos. Chance and some other guy talking. That was when I turned the sound down on the TV. I was sure I didn't sound any more intelligent than half the guys in his videos. Usually I would fast forward though this part of the video--Chance and his co-star chatting on the couch and then making their way to the bedroom. I wanted to see the good stuff on video, but in real life I didn't want the preliminaries to end. I couldn't believe it was happening. There was no pause button on a remote to press to freeze the moment.
Chance walked behind the sofa and put his hands on my shoulders. 'You're so tense.' He began to slowly massage my neck and shoulders.
'That feels good.' I groaned. My cock inched out of the shorts. Chance noticed what his hand work was doing to me.
'You may not say much, but this tells me you want me as much as I want you.' Chance reached down and squeezed my aching prick. 'Let's get more comfortable.' Chance reached for my hand and led me back into his bedroom.
Chance kneeled down on the edge of his bed. I kneeled down next to him. He leaned forward and his lips met mine. His moist and full lips tenderly pressed against mine. I pressed back, slowly opening my mouth. Chance inched his tongue into my mouth. I couldn't get enough of him.
Chance placed his hands on my shoulders and motioned me to lie back. As I moved backward, Chance pressed forward, until he was lying on top of me. His crotch pressed against mine. His dick was hard. He slowly began to grind his crotch against mine. I began to groan with every movement of his body against mine.
He continued to probe my mouth with his talented tongue. Then he began to lick down my neck, alternately licking and gently biting. I thrashed about underneath him. Chance sat up and smiled at me. I laid there, staring into his blue eyes. He pulled his T shirt up over his head, exposing his broad gym-toned chest. I watched as it expanded and contracted with his every breath.
He reached down and pulled at my T-shirt. I raised my arms so he could remove it. Chance pulled upward and it was off. Chance tossed them both in a ball on the floor then leaned back down next to me. His flesh felt warm against mine.
I reached up and ran my fingers through Chance's thick golden brown hair. He nuzzled my neck again. Chance reached over and moved my arm, exposing my hairy armpit. He pushed his face into my pit and began to lick me. I started to squirm underneath him. His probing tongue tickled as he licked me further.
'You like that don't you?'
I could only nod yes. Chance repositioned himself so that he has kneeling between my spread legs. He licked one armpit and then attacked the other.
'Oh, shit, Chance. That feels so fucking good.'
While Chance licked out my pits, he began to play with my nipples. He pinched both of them hard. I winced as he worked my tits.
'Oh, fuck,' I groaned.
Chance's began licking a trail from my armpit to my chest. He worked his tongue across one nipple and then the other. His tongue flicked across my nipples until they were standing straight out. I then felt his teeth gently nibbling on my tits.
'Oh, shit, man,' I hissed. 'Bite it. Bite it hard.'
Chance clamped down on my nipple and did what I asked. I began to squirm in pleasure. By this time, we were both covered in a fine coat of sweat. My breathing was labored. I gasped for breath.
'Are you okay?' he asked.
I nodded my head. 'Yes, that was fucking incredible.'
Chance sat up and rolled over next to me. He rested his hand on my neck and pulled me closer. We kissed again. 'You're fucking hot. You might not talk much, but you're fucking hot.'
Chance embraced me. His powerful, muscular arms wrapped around my back. He gently caressed my shoulders, and then worked his hands down the small of my back. We kissed gently as we explored each others bodies.
I sighed with his every touch. Chance's hands were calloused and rough--most likely from the weights at the gym. He slipped them under the waistband of my shorts and cupped my ass cheeks.
'Oh, baby you feel so good,' he said. Chance kneaded my asscheeks with his strong hands. He then slipped one of his fingers into my asscrack. He ran his finger up and down my crack, sending sparks up and down my spine as Hh occasionally probed my twitching hole.
We rolled over and I was on top of him. I kissed Chance firmly on his wet lips. He reached for my behind and pushed my shorts down, exposing my butt. Moments later, he returned to teasing me with his fingers, gently probing my butthole. He ran circles around my sphincter. I began bucking wildly against Chance.
As I squirmed on top of Chance, he slowly pushed his finger inside me. My hole opened up and I felt Chance probing my chute with his thick finger. I couldn't wait until he replaced his finger with his cock. I wasn't going to be satisfied until he rammed his stiff dick deep inside my bowels. Chance pressed his finger further in. I felt his second knuckle pop through my ass ring.
'Oh, fuck man.'
Chance fingered me until I was thrashing on top on him. I squealed with delight when he slipped in a second finger but I wanted more. I wanted his dick.
'Oh, shit Chance. That feels so fucking good. Give it to me.'
Chance began to pick up the tempo. He fingered me faster and faster. I squirmed in delight. He then slipped another finger inside me. My ass opened up even more.
Chance fingered me for a few more minutes, getting me good and loose. I moaned and groaned as his fingers probed my ass. Chance then got up and went over to his dresser. I laid on the bed gasping for breath. He pulled out a bottle of lube and some condoms from a drawer. He walked back in my direction, his large cocked bouncing in step with him. I licked my lips thinking about having that big piece of meat buried deep inside of me. There had been so many nights at home where I rammed the latex replica of his dick up my ass wishing it was him. I was ready for the real thing. Chance kneeled back down on the bed between my spread legs. He slowly rolled one of the rubbers down the length of his hard shaft.
Chance grabbed my ankles and positioned himself for an assault on my ass. I hissed when I felt his bulbous cockhead press against my hole. Chance pressed his dickhead against my sphincter several times. I felt myself slowly opening up.
'Fuck me, Chance. Fuck me hard.'
He pressed into me. I couldn't believe I was getting fucked by Chance and not his latex substitute. His thick cock slid into me like a hot knife through butter. His balls slapped against my ass.
'Oh, fuck,' I moaned.
Chance pulled his dick out of me and slammed it back in. He began to increase the tempo of his thrusts. I responded by pushing my ass to meet his every movement. 'Oh, yeah. Take that cock.'
Chance pounded my ass for over twenty minutes. I wasn't sure how much more I could take. My cock was dribbling cock-juice all over my belly. While Chance dicked me, I grasped my throbbing prick and began to stroke myself. Every time his dick slammed into my ass, I thought I was going to explode a gusher of cum.
'Oh, shit. I'm close,' groaned Chance. He clenched his teeth and rammed his cock into me one more time.
'Oh, shit. I'm cumming.' Chance's body lurched and spasmed.
Knowing Chance had filled the condom deep inside of me was enough to set me off. I shot off in three quick blasts. Ropes of white hot goo crisscrossed Chance's rippled abs.
Chance pulled his softening cock out of my now tender asshole. He pulled off the rubber and tossed it. Chance laid down beside me. He gasped to catch his breath. I leaned over to him, kissing him gently on the neck.
We laid in bed together listening to the rain. Chance fell silent. After a few moments, he hugged me and squeezed me tight. I fell asleep in Chance's strong arms that night. The next morning I woke the same place. The sun streamed in his bedroom window. It had finally stopped raining.