Gym Buddy

I'm a senior in college and upon realization that I have only another month and a half before I graduate (and therefore lose access to the gyms and recreation centers on campus), I figured I'd start back up. I'm average build, maybe a little too much on the sides thanks to the college diet of taco bell and beer, and about 5'10 with medium length brown hair. The first day at the gym I noticed several cute guys working out and tried not to be obvious in my gazes. But it wasn't until the third day that I noticed him.

Tall, probably 6'1, with dark, long hair on the top and buzzed short on the sides. He had these incredible chest and shoulder muscles that were the first thing I noticed. The Y of sweat that went down his back was so enticing that I became jealous of the sweat beads almost immediately. As I ran on the elliptical I watched him do a little on the bike, lift some weights and some crunches and leave. The entire time I daydreamed about what I could do with him. Soon after, I finished, went home and jerked off with that.

The next day I went about the same time, thinking perhaps this was in his schedule as well. Voila, I saw him in the locker room changing. He was taking off his long sleeve shirt to put on a tank and I gazed at his pectoral and shoulder muscles like there was a sign that said "Look Here!" He caught the very end of my gaze as he pulled the shirt over and up from his head, and I quickly looked away. I stretched out and got to my routine, worrying that'd I'd creeped him out. I was on the bike when he got on one right beside me. I got excited internally before I glanced around me and saw that the bike beside me was the only one available. I glanced over and we made a short eye contact before the typical manly upward head nod as a greeting. Neither of us broke our strides and continued right on -- all while my heart was racing. I finished my routine but noticed he was still going. Wanting to stay and get some more views I had to go home and work on homework. 

The fifth day I didn't see him in the locker room but was happy to see he was already lifting weights in the gym. I got to my routine as usual, snagging glances here and there. There were two occasions where he saw me looking at him in the mirror -- how could I be so stupid? We're surrounded by mirrors! -- but didn't seem to make any acknowledgement of it. I got on the bike and was just finishing my warm up when he sat down beside me again. We gave the head nod, this time with a small smirk probably both thinking didn't we do this yesterday? I glance around casually to check out the other bikes. There are three others open! He picked this one! He picked this one next to me! My heart raced and my pace picked up. After a few minutes, I noticed from the side of my eye that he was peddling about as fast as I was. Never failing to impress, I kicked it up a notch. About a minute later, he glanced over quickly and subtly and began matching my speed again. Again, I increased the intensity only to be matched on my right. I looked to my left and smiled, thinking what is this guy doing? I continued with the rest of the cycle until the cool down and I removed my headphones. He began his cool down as well and after a few second glanced over at me. I looked at him and we made brief eye contact. We avoided each others glance then returned it. It was so awkward! I laughed to my left and turned back to my right to look at him. "Were you trying to race me?" I asked. "What?" he asked back, not hearing me. "Were you trying to race me? It seemed like you were following my speed or trying to go faster." I kind of smiled at him. "Race you? Oh, no, ha, I do this everyday." He said with a smirk. "Just like yesterday, huh?" I asked. "Just like yesterday. And likely again tomorrow," he said. Both of us kind of smirking at each other, I asked, "Huh. Same time tomorrow?" He nodded his head, "Same time tomorrow!" He wiped off the equipment with the sanitizer and walked right away. I was so confused. Was he flirting? Was that in invitation to see him tomorrow here too? My mind raced as fast as my heart the rest of the day.

The next morning I made sure to trim my beard and look good, knowing he would be there today. I didn't see him in the locker room and he wasn't in the gym. Disappointed, I proceeded with my routine hoping he'd show. Not fifteen minutes later there he was, strutting into the gym in a tank and these tight fitting shorts today. His arms looked so squeezable and his body looked like it needed a tongue all over it. I saw him from the elliptical and he saw me. We glanced at each other, then looked away, then back at each other and gave a head nod. Why am I so fucking awkward, I asked myself for the duration of my set. I watched him lift weights, do crunches and leg lifts before I went to the bike to began my set, only for him to join me about ten minutes into it. Red faced with sweat beads forming on his forehead and temples, he had been going extra hard today it looked like. "What's up," I asked smiling. "Those leg lifts kill me, man," he laughed, "I feel like I'm dying." When he laughed these two dimple formed around his mouth and I almost melted onto the floor. Composing myself, I smiled and told him to just sit on the bike seat for a minute then and rest. "Good idea," he said. He sat down, this time to my left, and wiped his face with a towel. This disheveled some of the hair on his head and I glanced at him as he lowered to towel only to look at his hair and chuckle. He smiled and fixed it, knowing it was messed up. "I'm Ian," he said. Ian, what a sexy name for such a wildly attractive guy. "Tim," I said. "Tim, Tim, my uncles name is Tim," he said. I smiled, "So is my dads, it's a pretty great name" I said sarcastically. "It is," he said semi quietly, and looked away. I wondered if he meant to say that aloud or not. "I'm gonna take it easy on the bike today, I think" he said, starting a lower level cycle. I noticed him glance at my screen, showing calories burned, distance, time left, etc. My remaining time showed 15 minutes in bright green and was ticking downward. "Fifteen minutes should be plenty," he said turning back to his own bike screen and setting it for 15. I smirked. We each put our headphones in and proceeded with our cycles. A few times we glanced at the other, only for the other to use their peripheral vision to notice. Each time he quickly glanced at me I couldn't help but leap on the inside and smirk on the outside. 

Our cycles finished and we each sat in the chairs for a few minutes to rest. We wiped down our machines and I asked if he was done for the day. "Sure am, and I don't have class until 5 tonight" he said. "Nice, I've got one in about an hour right beside the rec center. Gonna go home and snag a shower and head there." Thinking that would be the beginning of our farewells for the day, he said "You don't shower here?" pointing to the locker rooms. "Never really have liked public showers," I chuckled, "they're not for me." We stopped near the doors to leave with the locker rooms to our left. "I don't like them that much either really, but these are nice here!" "Yeah?" I asked, so much more interested in his wanting me to shower there than the cleanliness of the shower themselves. "Yeah," he said, looking down and biting his bottom lip a little. I saw him bite his lip and a rush of blood ran through my body and into my penis, I swear. I took a deep breath, and rolled my eyes, kind of paying it up, but thinking I knew where this was going to go, "Okay, fine," I surrendered, "we -- I'll shower here" I said, but started to say we instead of I. I don't think he noticed, but I wasn't certain. "Don't worry," he said as we turned to the locker room, "they have private stalls too if you're worried about seeing other dicks." I laughed, thinking what do I say here. I went for it, "That doesn't bother me" I said with a laugh. He didn't respond as we walked through the locker room and towards the showers. I was actually really surprised with how the showers were. Clean, blue tile with a skylight and much more privacy than I'd imagined with curtains and half walls stationed through the shower room. He threw a university towel at me from the shelf and began to undress. At first I just watched him, admiring his muscle definition and darker skin tone. Then I realized I was just standing staring at him... getting a little hard. This wasn't good. I was trying to think of things that would un-arouse me, but nothing prevailed. I had to start to undress. I took off my shirt and slid my shorts down, exposing my bright blue boxers with ducks on them. "Real cute underwear," he said pretty sarcastically. "Fuck you, these are great underwear," I laughed. He raised his eyebrows and smirked as he lowered his underwear. It was as if everything stopped and focused on this moment, the sound left the room, and the air seemed to be sucked out with it. He stepped out of his undies and stood back up straight, showing off his body like the damn David statue -- with a much larger cock. And I mean, much larger. Ian was probably four inches and thick limp! As he reached for his towel, his cock bounced from one thigh to the next, followed by two kiwi-sized balls. I was awestruck. I didn't realize I was standing completely still looking at him until he wrapped himself in the towel, blocking my view of his body. I snapped back to reality, and knew it was time to lower my boxers, but I couldn't compete with that! I'm two inches and hardly thick at all when I'm limp, I'm a grower not a shower! I take a breath and start to see Ian turn away, making me feel better, as I lower my boxers to my ankles. I step out of them and right then Ian spins around and asks, "Do you need," he paused and very quickly glanced down at my growing dick and then back in my eyes, "Uh, do you need body wash and stuff?" he asked. Reaching for the towel, "Uh, yeah that'd be great!" I say. "It's in my locker there," he pointed at the open one with his shirt in it, "snag it for us would you?" He walked out of sight and into the shower room. A few seconds later I hear a shower head turn on. I go to his locker to snag the body wash and shampoo and notice a smaller bottle of lube on the floor of his locker. I pick it up, 'AstroGlide', it reads across the front, 'The best personal lubricant', 'warming sensation' was all plastered across the front. I put it back down on the floor the way it was and wonder why he has lube in his locker as I walk to the showers. "There you are," he said as I turned the corner, "thought you weren't gonna show." I noticed he had turned on the shower head beside his own shower head too as he reached his hand out towards me. Does he want me to take his hand, I thought? What is this? "Shampoo?" he gestured towards my hands, holding the body wash and shampoo. "Oh, duh" I laughed, feeling like an idiot. "What took you so long?" he asked as he started to lather up his hair. I hung my towel up on the towel hook and stepped into the hot water. The room was becoming quite steamy, too. Thinking what the hell, at this point, I replied "Honestly, I noticed you had lube in your locker and was kinda curious about that." He rinsed his hair. "Lube?" he asked. "Yeah" I laughed. "Well.. jerking off, of course" he said. "Why do you have it here though?" I asked, confused. He reached for the body wash and began to lather his body. I watched in my peripherals as he ran the sudsy soap over his muscles and down his body, the half wall between us blocking my view of anything below the belly button. "Because sometimes I have to jerk off here" he said kind of quietly. I laughed, "you have to?!" He laughed, "Yeah man! Sometimes I get really hard when I work out and I have to go into the toilet stalls and rub one out or else it's super obvious! I hate it," he said. I was in shock almost. He jerks off in the rec center stalls?! I was thinking about it when I noticed I was getting hard. No, no, no, no no not now, please, I thought. I was trying to keep my boner from showing and forgot to respond to him, forgetting entirely. "Does that ever happen to you?" he asked. "Uh, does what happen?" I asked, facing away from him. "Getting hard at the gym?" There was a silence as I wondered how to answer. "Can't say it does, no" I say a little uncomfortably, trying to hide my cock now at full chub. There was another moment of silence. "Even now?" Ian said. I slowly turned my head to see him standing in the water, facing me, with his right hand gripping his giant rock hard nine inch cock. He stroked it a time or to before I turned my body, showing my boner, and gripped it. A half wall in between us, we stared at each others bodies for a moment and slowly stroked our cocks. He shifted, and walked out of his water around the wall and towards me. Before I knew it he had me pinned against the wall and his body was thrusting into mine, our hard cocks like sabers clashing against one another. His tongue dug deep down my throat and I ran my hands all over his muscles and down to his firm butt. His cock pressed against my waist and I could never get used to how big it felt against me. We made out for several minutes, grinding against each other before I broke away. "I want this," I said looking into his eyes, gripping his cock, "now." Without skipping a beat he spun me around and I felt his hands move south. Then, I felt his big hands grab my ass cheeks and spread them apart, then his warm tongue pressed against my asshole and he let out a groan as he dug deeper and deeper, trying to taste my insides. He stood up and spit on his dick, then spit on my ass. Then, boom, the head of his cock slipped inside of me. It was already so much I felt, and I moaned relatively loud. "Shhhh," he said into my ear, "you can't get us caught, Timmy." This got me so horny, and a reached behind me and gripped his sides and pushed him deeper inside of me. "Hooooly fuck," I moaned, this time much quieter. "Ooh fuck, yeah" he grunted. He bucked his hips and got deeper inside of me. My insides were about to explode it felt like as almost his whole cock slid inside. He began to slide out and back in and out and in, each time feeling better than the last. "Ohh my goddd," he grunted into me as he picked up his pace, "you like that dick, yeah?" "Ohh yeah," I moaned, "mmm, give me that dick." He thrusted into me over and over and got faster and faster. His grip on my waist tightened and his grunts got louder. "Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck" he groaned. "Cum inside me, Ian," I moaned, "fucking fill me up!" He gripped my waist so hard it hurt and thrust his dick the deepest he could and exploded inside of me. I could feel his warm love juice shooting deeper inside of me and as he continued to buck his hips into my body his cum acted as lube, sliding in and out even easier. "Oh my god, oh my god" he kept groaning. "Mmmm, fuck yes" I said. He pulled out of me, causing me to gasp, and spun me around. He dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. Like a Dyson vacuum he sucked my cock up and down as his hand writhed my shaft up and down. Within thirty seconds I began moaning, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" and tapping his shoulders so that he knew.He gripped a tight hold of my cock and pulled me out of his mouth. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes just as three thick streams of cum shot out. One went onto his lips and cheek, one went right into his mouth and the third shot to his neck. He kept stroking my cock, being sure to get every last bit. He stood back up. I leaned against the shower wall, out of breath, "Holy shit," I said. "Yeah, holy shit, he said. "You've never had a monster like this have ya?" he asked, flopping his half limp cock in his hand. I laughed, "No way," I said, "I don't know how I did it." He laughed, "I know how," he said. He leaned in and kissed me again. "Told you these showers weren't half bad," he joked. "You weren't lying," I smiled. "Same time tomorrow?" he asked as he stepped back into the hot water from the shower head. We laughed and finished our showers. 

He wasn't lying, either. The same time the next day, we met, worked out rigorously, and proceeded to fuck like animals in the shower. I love taking that big cock in my ass, especially whenever the threat of being caught or walked in on it constant! Damn am I glad I started working out again.

One time, I got to the gym only to find Ian already in the locker room (he rarely got there before me). "Early bird!" I said to him. "Early bird gets the ass," he joked back. He was already in his tight gym shorts and tank as I started to change. I slipped off my shirt and slid my khakis down to my ankles. Before I knew it, Ian was behind me, pulling my underwear down and digging his face into my ass. I leaned my hands against the lockers as he pushed his tongue deeper and deeper inside me. I immediately got so hard. He withdrew his tongue when he stood up and I heard him lower his shorts. "Right here?!" I said quietly. Other guys often walked up and down the isle that the lockers were on, and I was certain we'd be caught. "Right here," he said as he spun me around and spit on his cock. He lifted me onto a counter top that was meant for folding washed clothes and put my ankles to his ears as he gently slid inside of me. I moaned, "Oh god, fuck, Ian, we'll get caught," but it didn't phase him. And it was so adventurous fucking where you may get caught any second. I stroked my cock as he thrust his hips into mine, his big cock getting deeper it felt with each one. I watched as sweat beads formed on his forehead as he fucked me so hard on the table. A little too hard, because soon there was a 'crack!' and the table started to make a loud creeking noise with every thrust of his. Not wanting to be even more obvious than our moans may suggest, he pulled me down and pushed me against the lockers again. I heard him drop another line of spit on his cock before he thrust back inside of me. He seemed merciless in his fuck, relentless. He just kept pounding and pounding and all I could do was moan and groan from the ecstacy of it all. I started stroking my cock and in no time, I was ready to cum. I moaned that I was about to and he said, "lemme here it baby, mm, lemme here it." His grunting into my ear made me instantly cum, and I moaned and moaned, "Ohhh fuck, Ian, ohhh fuck, I'm cumming!" I shot my cum all over a locker and I felt his hands tighten around my waist. "Ohhh fuck yeah, ooohh yeah" he groaned. I felt his cock tense and a warm stream of his cum fill my insides. "Ahhhh! Ahhhh, aahhh" he groaned as he pulled his cock out and slid it back in, dripping in cum. He smacked my ass and told me it was time for our workout. "I thought that was it," I laughed. 

Ian is a junior and I am a senior, and after I graduate in a couple months I likely won't see him again. But I'll sure as hell remember to get my workouts in, because there could always be someone else like him.