Gym Boy's Cum Slut

Huffing, Puffing and Blowing the House Down

Authors Note: I'm a new author who loves reading erotica and finally pushed myself to write some of my own. Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome!

I had been eager to go to the gym all week, but I was so caught up with work and school that I hadn’t even been able to make time for myself. But miraculously my professors had assigned basically no work for the weekend, so I knew I had to take advantage of my free time and finally work out.

As I strolled into my gym with my airpods blasting, I swiped my ID card and was immediately overwhelmed by the smell of cleaning supplies and the underlying odor of sweat. Try as they might to mask the smell, the scent of man was pungent and persistent. I don’t mind though. As a matter of fact, I find it really fucking hot. I obviously enjoy going to the gym for my health and my body, but if I’m being completely honest, it’s getting to see all of the men that keeps me coming (literally and figuratively).

I love it when a guy goes to squat and I see the damp line of sweat between his round, muscular ass cheeks. Or when he lifts his arms to use one of the pulldown machines and I get a nice view of his sweaty armpit. Or (my personal favorite) when I walk into the locker room just in time to watch him peel off his tight athletic shorts and tank top before jumping into the steamy shower stall.

Just thinking about it makes me chub up.

It was a really beautiful day that Friday; the sun was out, the sky was clear, it was well over ninety degrees even at five in the afternoon (which meant that all of the gym rats would be walking around in their short shorts and their sleeveless t-shirts). I walked up the stairs to the weight room and went straight towards the corner with all of the yoga mats. As I did my usual stretches, I gazed at my own reflection in the mirror. I’m a young dude (only in my freshman year of college) and I’m a pretty average height (about 5’10”) and weighing about 150. I have curly black hair, dark brown eyes, and I would definitely consider myself slim and toned. For most of my life, I considered myself to look pretty average, but I had a huge glow-up during my senior year of high school. I started putting on muscle in the right places, a light dusting of chest hair came in, I got abs, and my ass got super fat. Not to toot my own horn, but both the chicks and the dudes at my school would sneak peeks at my ass when they got the chance.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Today was much more crowded than usual. The air was thick and slightly muggy from all of the intense physical activity of the day. The odor was by no means over-powering, but the scents of sweat and man musk wafted through the air. I had been going to this gym for about six months, and even though I pretty much knew most of the people here, I still used this time to scan the room and scope out any newbies. 

I saw some of the usual retired firefighters and policemen who go at the same time as I do, a few massive-looking bodybuilders, and a few girls and guys who just keep to themselves during their workouts. And, of course, I saw the group of cocky college-aged jocks who spend more time talking to each other than working out (but somehow manage to look buff as fuck). My eyes traveled across the room and widened when I made direct eye contact with one of the dudes in the jock squad. I had nicknamed him Cute Gym Boy after running into him a few times in a row and I very quickly developed a crush on him. You see, this dude just oozed sex appeal. I couldn’t pinpoint what it was about him, but all I knew is that he just exudes confidence, and everyone in the vicinity could feel it. He was probably only a year or two older than me, but goddamn he was built like a true man ought to be. His delts were massive, his lats and abs were cut, and his pecs bulged through his tight Champion shirt. There was not a part of his body that wasn’t toned and defined. Keep in mind, this man could not have been taller than 5’8,” yet despite that, something about him was so overwhelmingly attractive and dominant that it felt like he towered over you.

The thing that turned me on most about him though, besides his muscles and his manliness, was his body hair. Most young guys nowadays, including a lot of the fit guys he was friends with, shave almost everything: ass, pits, pubes, and even legs. But not him. Gym Boy’s legs were covered in thick black hair that reached all the way from his ankles up through his shorts. Each armpit had its own dark bush with a thicket of dark hair that curled with sweat on hot days like today. On the days that he wore tank tops, I had been able to get peeks of the ring of hair around each of his nipples. I had gone to sleep many a night fantasizing about sucking those bulging tits of his and kissing my way across his chest before shoving my face into his sweaty pits to lick them clean.

He usually wore a headband to push back his straight black hair, he had a trimmed goatee, and his jawline was so pronounced that it looked like it could cut through butter. I wasn’t sure what his background was (he looked some type of European like Italian or Greek), but I would give anything to see his olive-skinned body completely nude. 

After ten minutes of stretching my chest and upper body, I headed over to one of the flat benches, which just so happened to be right beside Gym Boy and one of his friends. I wiped down the machine and began to place some plates on the bar, and I overheard the tail end of their conversation. A lot of guys love to rag on girls for gossiping with their girlfriends, but what many people don’t realize is that guys do that shit too. I’m just thankful I got the chance to overhear.

“Bro I deadass don’t know how much longer I can take it. Marissa is a great girlfriend and all but damn she can be such a fucking prude sometimes,” Gym Boy said to his friend. He didn’t even try to whisper or lower his voice: he simply said what he wanted when he wanted.

    “I told you that would happen wayyyy before you two even started dating. She’s too 

religious to just give it up like that before getting a ring or some shit.”

“Yea but I figured she’d spread her legs for me by now. They always do.”

“I mean if you’re really that horny you could just call up Emily.”

“Fuck that. I’m not trying to catch an STD or some shit. Everyone has hit that, including you, Chris. I’m not tryna get no sloppy seconds.”

“Dude, I really don’t know what to tell you. Just jerk off or something,” his friend chuckled.

“Nah dude, jerking just doesn’t do it for me anymore. You know damn well I need some tight pussy or a warm mouth to get my rocks off… Maybe you could suck me off,” Gym Boy said jokingly. His friend, whose name is apparently Chris, responded with a prompt “fuck you” and they laughed it off before continuing with their workout.

By this point, I was already starting to get chubbed up in my gym shorts. Gym Boy was clearly sexually frustrated since his girlfriend wasn’t putting out, and I wanted more than anything to be the one to relieve that ache for him. I needed to get him alone in the locker room, I just didn’t know how. 

I continued with my chest workouts and occasionally glanced in Gym Boy’s direction, waiting to see when he would finally make his exit. More than once we locked eyes but I would quickly look away, blushing at the fact that I got caught. After being at the gym for an hour, I saw Chris and the rest of the jock squad dap up Gym Boy and walk towards the door. By some incredible stroke of luck, he would actually be leaving alone today. Just like that, all of the pieces started falling into place.

After another fifteen minutes, Gym Boy grabbed his phone and water bottle and walked downstairs to the men’s locker room. I gave him a decent head start before following in the same direction. When I opened the door, I noticed that he wasn’t standing in front of his locker as I imagined, but that he instead was hovering over the urinal. Shirtless. His tank top was slung over his shoulder and its purple color was darkened by the sheer amount of sweat that it was soaked with. Apparently, today’s heat got to him because there was sweat dripping down the small of his back into the waistband of his shorts. I walked to the urinal right next to him, which was the only one available, and pulled out my dick. It was torture to stop myself from looking over at his nearly naked body but I didn’t want to be too forward and creep him out or something.

The sound of his hot piss hitting the urinal was much louder than expected, and the sound of my own stream hitting the water in unison with his was such a turn-on. I snuck a quick peek at his chest and saw the thick patch of dark sweaty hair in the center between his smooth pecs. I stood there, holding my cock, silently hoping he would say something. Anything. But all he did was tuck away his hefty package, flush, and walk out of my view towards the lockers.

Disappointed, I shook the last droplets of piss from my flaccid penis and turned to walk towards my locker. Little did I know, Gym Boy was waiting, and my jaw nearly dropped at the sight before me. He sat on the metal bench facing his locker with his shirt still draped over his shoulder. But now, his shorts were pulled all the way down to his ankles and he cupped the hefty bulge of his white boxer briefs. His happy trail was dark and prominent, and all of the sweat from the day made his underwear nearly translucent. I could almost make out the shape of his shaft and the massive bush surrounding it.

I had no idea how to react whatsoever, I just stood there basically drooling as he gazed directly into my eyes and squeezed his bulge. 

“Are you just gonna stare at me or are you gonna get to work?” he asked calmly.

Just like that, I was awakened from my trance. Now’s my chance!, I thought to myself. I immediately dropped to my knees and crouched between his thick muscular thighs. They were covered in thick hair and I could already smell the musk emanating from his crotch. There was no doubt that Gym Boy was all man.

“Suck,” he said to me.

“B-but, what if someone comes in?,” I hesitated, “The gym is open for another two hours.”

“I said suck. I won’t repeat myself again.”

I could tell by the tone of his voice that he meant business, and so I shoved all doubts to the back of my mind and went face first into that meaty bulge. I rubbed my face and nose underneath his balls and opened my mouth, sucking on patches of the white underwear and tasting his sweat. Eventually, I caught the head of his cock in my mouth and suckled on it through his boxers, like a baby calf suckling milk out of its mother’s teat. His dick began to expand and I could taste the potent precum permeating through the fabric directly into my mouth. I was desperate for him to be completely naked and to finally see him in all his glory, but I restrained myself. We were doing this on his terms and his terms only.

He then pushed my head away from his crotch temporarily and pushed his boxer briefs to the side, letting his massive balls hang out while his shaft stayed tucked away. I don’t have much experience with men but, let me tell you, these were some of the biggest testicles I had ever seen in my life. The sack tumbled out of the briefs and hung down low below the rest of his body. He abruptly said “Open”, and I opened my mouth as wide as possible so as to accommodate his lemon-sized testicles into my mouth. He looked like he hadn’t ever shaved his balls; they were covered in thick wiry hair, and I couldn’t be more turned on by it. His scent was thick and overpowering, and my eyes watered as he teabagged me. He used my mouth as a sex toy, and as degrading as it was to become his personal ball-cleaner, I could feel my precum leaking through both my underwear and my shorts.

Suddenly, I heard the doorknob shift as someone else entered the gym locker room. I immediately tried to pull back but he held my face into his crotch, forcing me to inhale nothing but the musk from his sweaty balls. He could tell I was panicking. I wanted to pull away so badly but I didn’t dare say anything aloud and call attention to us. He threw the purple tank top over my head, masking my face and identity from the intruder, but made sure I continued servicing those massive testicles.

“Hey Charlie!,” I heard him say to the man who walked in. Fuck, I thought. Charlie was a retired firefighter who frequented the gym at the same time as I did. And he just so happened to be one of my dad’s closest friends. Thank God for this purple Champion shirt. 

“Hey there Tony,” Charlie responded as he chuckled, “I can see that someone is having a good time.” So that's what Gym Boy’s name is! I thought to myself as I choked on his balls. I took my time slobbering on the left ball before switching to the right and back again.

Gym Boy laughed aloud and said “You know how it is. There’s no better way to end your day than a post-workout nut.” He said it so casually like this was an everyday occurrence or something. He didn’t even acknowledge my presence at all. Why did that turn me on so much?

As grateful as I was to remain semi-anonymous, having the shirt draped over my head created what felt like a hotbox; I was trapped under there, forced to keep breathing his potent odor as well as the sweat collected in his dense pubic bush.

“Alright man, I’ll leave you to it,” Charlie said. “I gotta get home to the Missus.”

“Alright Charlie, have a good one,” Gym boy said, still pressing my face tightly into his crotch, forcing me to gag as both of his testicles filled my oral cavity.

“And next time, share the faggot, why don’t ya?” With that said, Charlie made his exit, and Gym Boy finally took the purple shirt off of me, unveiling my hot, sweaty, spit-covered face. 

“Good boy,” he murmured, making my cock jump in my pants.

His cock had become fully erect by this point. It was seven inches in length but holy fuck it looked about as thick as a soda can just by the way it felt on my face and rested against his thigh.

“Just like that faggot,” he demanded as he rubbed my face into his groin.

“I want your cock,” I said to him, face still pressed against his nether regions.

“I want your cock, sir,” he corrected me.

“Yessir. Please give me your cock, sir. I want it so bad.”

He smirked down at me as I kneeled in front of him on the locker room floor with swollen lips and a growing wet spot over my shorts. At that very moment, I knew I was unequivocally and undeniably his. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to keep that look of pleasure on his face.

“Pull down my briefs.”

When I reached for the waistband with my left hand, he promptly stopped me. “With your teeth.”

I bit the waistband of his underwear, rubbing my nose against the trail of hair that connects his navel to that breathtaking cock, and I pulled it all the way down to the floor. He kicked it off to the side and spread his legs further, allowing me to take it all in.

I almost drooled at the sight of his massive penis bouncing out of his underwear and slapping against his defined stomach. His bulbous cockhead was slick with precum and the saliva that soaked through his briefs, and the base of his seven-inch shaft was surrounded by a dense forest of black pubes. The thick hairs were matted with sweat and his masculine scent was overwhelming. He lifted his arms and casually placed his arms behind his head, still leaning against the wall, revealing his mouth watering tufts of pit hair. I didn’t even know where to start worshiping this beast of a man. 

Luckily, I didn’t need to make that choice on my own: he gently guided my head towards his shaft and I promptly opened wide, taking his sausage into my warm, wet mouth. He audibly gasped as I sucked in half of his manhood in one swoop, encouraging me to consume him whole. I could sense his pleasure each time I would lick up his shaft, starting at the base of his monstrous dick and slowly dragging my tongue towards his shiny pink cockhead. Once at the ridge between the shaft and the head, I would kiss the tip and suck his gelatinous precum into my mouth, reveling in the salty taste. Then I’d wrap my lips around his head and suction, drawing out his quiet moans and making his hips thrust upwards slightly. After that gradual buildup, I attempted to take him all into my mouth once again, desperate to shove my face and nose deep into his thicket of curly pubic hair. While I couldn’t get much more than thre- quarters of his fuckstick down my gullet, I worked it like never before. I rose and fell, sliding up and down his throbbing penis, speeding up and slowing down to build the tension and tease his libido. 

At this point, he simply wasn’t holding back anymore. His groans got louder and louder as I practically sucked the soul out of him, not at all caring that we were still in the locker room. He sounded like a caveman, and he sure as hell had the massive club to show for it. I could feel my own cock throbbing in my pants, and I felt more turned on than ever before. Still latched onto his cock, I lifted my lower body and pulled down my shorts and underwear, freeing my own sweaty penis. I began to slowly jack myself as I serviced Gym Boy, cautious not to cum too prematurely.

Suddenly and without warning, he pushed my head all the way down his shaft, impaling me on his manhood. I choked once again and tears welled up in my eyes. I was desperate to be released so I could breathe again, especially considering that my nose was pressed flat against the base of his cock. He rubbed my face aggressively into his pubes and his man-stink completely filled my nostrils. I could taste the mixture of sweat, precum, and my own saliva in the jungle above his testicles. Despite my desperate attempts to pull my head away and catch my breath, he held me tightly against him, causing my cock to harden even more (I didn't even realize that was possible) and making me ejaculate immediately.

One, two, three, four thick volleys of cum flew out of my erect dick, shooting onto his legs, and getting caught in the thick tangles of his dark leg hair. The weaker jets that followed splattered onto the cold locker room floor. Only after feeling my warm sticky fluid on his legs did he finally let me up for air. I was gasping, desperate to breathe again but also desperate to get back on his godly cock and coax out his manly load.

“Fuck dude… you came? But you barely even stroked your own rod.” I nodded, still not making direct eye contact because I was so distracted by the one-eyed cyclops standing upright between his legs. He chuckled, seeing that I was still eager to serve. “Faggots are next level bro.”

He stroked his cock a few times, teasing me and taunting me with his eyes. I approached his boner once again, mouth wide-open, but instead of giving me what I needed, he slapped his fat cock onto my cheeks and across my face. I felt the trails of precum on my cheeks and nose as his manhood thudded on my face over and over again. I tried to catch his head in my mouth, eager to taste him once again, but he just wouldn’t let me. It was almost as humiliating as huffing his man funk while under his purple tank top. Dammit, now I’m hard again.

“Please daddy,” I begged. “I need it so bad.”

Finally, he surrendered, feeding me that huge cock and shoving me all the way down. The pent-up horniness had clearly gotten to him because he started to fuck my face like a pussy, pounding my mouth without any regard for how loud he was being. 

“Take it slut! Take that fucking cock,” he pounded into me again and again and his hairy balls slapped into my chin with each thrust. With one final thrust, he pushed all the way in, practically screaming as he busted his load deep into my gullet. As he came, he slowly slid out from the back of my throat, allowing me to collect half of his load on my tongue and taste his essence. 

Gym Boy closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall behind him, thinking about the fact that he just got the best head in his life from some faggot at the gym. Just as suddenly as it happened, he stood up, grabbed his undergarments from where he had kicked them off, and strutted towards the showers. The jungle between his ass cheeks had my mouth watering as he walked away. Damn, I hated to see him leave but I sure did love to see him walk away.

I stayed kneeling on the cum-splattered floor, pants around my ankles, soaked in sweat and with saliva still dripping down my chin. I had never felt more satisfied and turned on in my life. Right then, the gym’s 45-year-old white janitor entered and his jaw dropped.

I looked like a complete cum slut, but nothing in the whole world could wipe that stupid grin off my face. “Sorry about the mess,” I said as I stood up and walked towards my locker, with my still-erect penis leading the way.