Gym Experience

Mark saw him the moment he entered the gym that day. He’d never seen anyone like the guy before: tall, tan, absolutely ripped, and looking like he’d just walked off the pages of a fitness magazine. “Wow,” he thought to himself, as his eyes made their way up and down the man’s body. Mark had never been one to shy away from a challenge. After making sure he was still alone in the weight room, he sauntered across the room, trying his best to appear casual.

He stopped a few feet away and grinned. “Hey” he said, holding out his hand. “I’m Mark. What’s your name?”

The man smiled back. “Tyler. Nice to meet you.” His voice was deep and husky, and Mark felt heat pooling in his stomach.

“Hey, would you mind if I join you for your next set?” He asked, not wanting to seem too forward. Tyler smiled again. “Not at all”.

For the next few hours, Mark and Tyler moved through an almost choreographed sequence of exercises, alternating sets and reps as if they were dancing some secret dance only they knew. As they worked out, their eyes held. Neither could deny the spark of attraction that smoldered between them, growing ever hotter by the minute.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mark and Tyler found themselves both standing in front of the weight bench. Tyler smiled and stepped closer, his body heat radiating against Mark’s almost painfully.

The two of them moved to the corner of the gym, away from prying eyes. They started talking to each other and the sexual tension quickly mounted. It wasn't long before Tyler was pushing Mark up against the wall, their hard bodies pressed against each other as they kissed passionately. Hands explored each other's bodies as they moved from one exercise to the next. The heat between them was almost unbearable.

Finally they ended up back in the corner. Mark had Tyler pinned to the wall and they were grinding against each other, the fabric of their shorts taut between them. Mark stood back for a moment, admiring Tyler's physique as he moaned and writhed beneath him. He leaned in and kissed Tyler deeply, their tongues exploring one another hungrily.

“Let’s do this?” Tyler asked, his voice raspy.

Mark stepped closer and resumed his position between Tyler's legs. His hard body pressing against Tyler's. His hips moved in a sensual rhythm as Tyler's moans grew even louder.

Mark lay down on the weight bench, an inferno of anticipation coursing through his veins. Tyler positioned himself above him, their eyes meeting as he grasped Mark’s hips with both hands. A current of electricity shot between them, their bodies connecting, melting into each other, as their moans of pleasure grew louder and louder.

The intensity increased, each thrust driving them both closer and closer to an explosive climax. With one final, urgent thrust, Tyler let out a loud groan as molten pleasure shot through them, both shuddering in pleasurable waves of pure delight.

Eventually Mark couldn't contain himself any longer and gave one final thrust, causing him to cum with a roar. Seconds later, Tyler joined him in his pleasure, screaming out as spasms of ecstasy coursed through his body.

Both men lay there afterwards, blissfully spent. As they were catching their breaths, Mark leaned down and whispered in Tyler's ear.

'Let's do this again.'

Tyler nodded with a satisfied smile, and the two of them set up another meeting for the following week. This time they were going to the showers, for what would quickly become the hottest encounter they had ever experienced.