Slutty Bottom Jock at the Gym

A Jock Bottom and His Dumb Jock Bros

“Lookin’ good today, bro!” I said clasping Connor’s beefy shoulder in a bro-on-bro side hug. Connor was coated in sweat and so was his too-tight t-shirt.

I had just arrived at the neighborhood gym, and spotted my favorite high school jock buddy, Connor. He was getting his pump on at the bench press. Muscles rippled as he heaved hundreds of pounds into the air over and over again. Connor was a classic jock sports bro. Built like adonis with killer abs, thick muscular thighs, and an arm-back-chest combo that any mythological god would kill for. He was also a sweet boy, who laughed at everything and was always willing to help out with any problem I had. 

Oh, and best of all, Connor had one of the biggest, meatiest, juiciest, pre-cum leaking, jock dongs a bottom like me could ask for. It was practically begging for attention 24/7. He was permanently half-chubbed, and it seemed like whenever he got excited about something (usually about sports and working out with his other jock bros) his cock twitched and throbbed in response. He never seemed to wear underwear! Which I always appreciated because it gave me enough opportunities to study him, and I came to the conclusion that his beautiful dick is probably around 8 inches. Perfect. And if he wore gray sweatpants, there would always be a pre-cum stain on the front. Every time I saw Connor, I imagined what his beefy pornstar cock would look like skull fucking me or sliding deep inside my tight, pink, juicy jock hole unleashing loads of cum deep inside my fit jock body.

Today, Connor was in the middle of his usual workout routine. And, like I said, was very sweaty as he hugged me back. 

“Oh hey, Sam! I didn’t see you walk in. How are you?” Connor asked.

“Oh, I’m great Connor. But man you…you’re really putting in the work I see! So much muscle on you. Super pumped, huh? And you’re so fucking sweaty today. God…” I said, lowering my voice to sultry, slutty levels with each word I spoke as I immediately started groping his arms and chest, feeling the way he flexed in response. I even flicked one of his nipples as I caressed him and I watched as his juicy cock bounced in his shorts, a purring monster on the verge of waking. 

But Connor didn’t even realize I was practically worshiping his body. He didn’t even notice how much his cock liked the praise, as he said “Thanks buddy! Gotta keep up the good work, you know.” 

Ah, I should explain that. Connor is a fucking idiot. In fact, all of the jock bros in my school are idiots. Me, Connor, and the other dufus jocks are all 18 and graduating high school soon. Me though, I’m pretty intelligent. I’m well read and have a bright academic future. But I’m constantly surrounded by big, strong, stupid men with giant cocks. Perhaps all of the athletic prowess and insane testosterone levels needed to produce swaying, leaking cocks and full, bouncy balls meant that there weren't enough resources dedicated to brain power beyond normal human functions. Either way, I found that all of these sexy jocks could not interpret innuendo or subtle hints, which meant I got to flirt, grope, and toy with them all I want under some ridiculous pretense or another. They’ll fucking go along with anything they’re so dumb. I learned with my older brother that if I push the right buttons, I can be on all fours with meaty jock dick lodged up my tight pink jock hole whenever I fucking wanted. But that’s a story for another time… 

“Say, bro,” I said to Connor, still feeling up his perfect muscles and starting to circle his nipples, which are now hard as a rock and poking through his shirt. “You think I have a go on the bench press? All the other ones are full.” This time, I pinch his nipple and twist just enough that his cock flexes again and a spurt of pre-cum leaks out, staining his shorts. 

“Ngh, ugh, oh yeah…oh yeah, of course bro! I’m such an asshole for hogging the bench up like that.” Connor grunted and moaned lightly, his eyes rolling in the back of his head for a moment when I pinched his beefy nipples. He even subconsciously thrusted his hips forward a little. But somehow, the sweet, sweet, stupid jock didn’t even notice his own body’s reactions to me revving him up. 

“Aww, you’re so sweet, Connor!” I say, standing on my tippy-toes to kiss him on the cheek. Every dumb jock in here was too stupid to recognize how weird it was that a bud was standing on his toes to kiss a big, strong jock like a princess and his knight in shining armor. But it didn’t matter; everyone in the gym was too focused on their own gains and sweaty, pulsing cocks to pay us any mind. 

“Here, let me help you take off these plates,” Connor says as he removes four 45 lb plates with expert ease. Jesus Christ, he really was strong. I’m a 6-foot, fit, tight, muscular jock myself, who takes pride in improving my strength and overall fitness, but I’m practically a sissy bitch compared to this behemoth. 

I get underneath the bar, ready to start my set. I looked up at Connor, who was dumbly staring off into space. His meaty cock was visibly throbbing and twitching in his shorts now, the pre-cum stain growing bigger. 

“Uhh hey dummy,” I said playfully. “Coulda’ give me a hand?”

“Oh my gosh, Sam! I am so, so stupid! How did I not realize my best bro needs a spotter. Gosh I’m so dumb. Here let me help you bro!”

Connor rushed over to get behind me on the bench. In his eagerness to make up for his blunder, however, Connor stumbled and his meaty, sweaty, leaking jock crotch landed directly onto my face underneath the bar. His throbbing cock was starting to pitch a tent now, and the head of his godly penis landed directly in my face. I opened my mouth to take in his head for a moment and started sucking at it like a newborn baby dying of thirst. I inhaled deep through my nose and took in as much of his manly, clean sweaty musk as I could. My juicy jock pussy twitched and was practically begging to be fucked now. I squirmed a little as I lay there basically being smothered by Connor’s fat dick. I even had enough time to add my spit to the tip of his dick so that his gray shorts were even more stained. 

“Huh? Connor? Where’d ya go buddy?”

I groaned as the seconds passed, overcome with the feeling of Connor’s cotton covered cock gently trying, without him knowing, trying to fuck my throat. 

“Oh there ya are!” Connor said. Apparently my face disappearing for a moment meant I too disappeared. “Oh, whoops. I seem to have got my donkey dick stuck in your mouth when I tripped. Hah, I’m so clumsy. This big dick gets stuck in everything!”

Connor pulled away so I was gaping and drooling slightly out of the corner of my mouth. A strand of spit and juicy manly pre-cum connected my sweet lips to his fat cock and soaked shorts.

Okay, I thought. This is going to be easy.

“Okay Connor, I’m going to need you to spot me but…”

What is it, Sammy?” Connor asked, looking worried.

“Well, Connor, your big cock is practically cumming right now and staining your shorts! It’s too distracting for me to lift while I’m looking at those sweaty stained shorts! I’m going to need you to take them off.”

Connor looked down at his shorts with the expression that he just now realized he even had a lower half of his body, let alone a massive throbbing dick trying to escape its spit and pre-cum covered confines. 

“Ha ha, oh yeah! Sorry, Sam, sometimes my fat cock gets too excited when I lift and I start leaking out loads and loads of pre-cum. My girlfriend hates it.”

Your girlfriend is an idiot, I thought. “That’s all fine and good, but take them off. Hurry! I don’t want to keep hogging up the bench from other bros in the gym.”

“You’re right!” 

Was I? This is one of the laziest half-assed ideas I had ever thought of.

And as if I was a sexy gay fairy who put a magical spell on him, the dumb stud stripped out of his shorts, his meaty dick bouncing up and down from the motion. Pre-cum flung from his perfect pink head and landed onto my lips. I hastily licked it up. It was salty with a sweet aftertaste. 

Holy fuck. Connor’s jock dick wasn’t 8 inches at all. My meticulous calculations and observations were wrong. This dumb fuck was hung like a horse! I was off by at least 2 inches.  I stared, for once dumb struck, at this perfect sight. Connor’s cock was perfectly fat throughout the length, a nice thick vein running along the top. It pulsed and throbbed and continued to leak a steady stream of shining clear liquid that connected from the slit of Connor’s massive cockhead to the gym floor. A perfect waterfall of manly jock pre-jizz. He was completely shaved, but his fat hanging balls had a light dusting of hair on them as they flexed and bounced at the new exposure of air. Connor didn’t seem to care at all that he was now bottom nude in a room full of other strong, straight jock men. All he knew was that he had to help his buddy Sam out and this was the way to do it. 

I thanked the gay gods for this beautiful gift I was about to receive and started to my bench press, but I knew I didn’t have to do it for long. 

“Come on, Sammy, you can do it! Pump! Pump! Fuck yeah, just like that. Up and down. Oh yeah, you look so good, buddy. That’s the way. Uh huh, yeah!” Connor kept up this incredibly horny encouragement as I finished my first set. 

“Phew! That was a tough one. I’m not sure how much more I can do,” I say as Connor stood over me, his still-throbbing cock now directly above me. Fuck it, I thought, and scooted back a little so that his cock head was pointing directly above my face. I opened my mouth wide to take in that stream of pre-cum that was leaking from Connor’s dong. It was pure nectar, and my tight pink jock hole was starting to get jealous of my mouth. Don’t worry, buddy. You’ll get yours soon enough. 

Connor had no idea what I was doing and imitated me, opening his mouth too, giggling, “Hah ahhhh. You’re so silly Sam.” 

“Okay, Connor!” I snapped my mouth shut and scooted back so he wouldn’t drown me with his own fluids. “Let’s get serious.”

Connor’s face went from stupidly boyish to very serious. “Hmph. Serious.” God he was so cute. 

“I am really going to need your help on this set, okay. You’re probably going to have to be pretty close to me when you spot.”

“Got it Sam. You’re in good hands.” Connor smiled and gave me a thumbs up. 

“Okay, stud. Let’s do this.”

On the first rep, I pretended to struggle. Obviously I could crush this weight no problem. But I had dick on the brain and this was the fastest way to a nice fat load in my warm boypussy. Connor reacted immediately and crouched down to help. 

Two things happened at once. Connor’s cock hit my face and smeared his tasty juices all over me. And I opened my mouth to receive his cock. As Connor pulled the bar up and onto the rack, his cock left my mouth again. As he did this, I sneakily reached behind his knees with both hands and pressed forward so that Connor could buckle and shove his cock back into my mouth again. This time he lost all of his balance and the entire length of his horse cock slid down my throat. I’ve trained for years on massive dildos and then my brother’s cock (again, more on this another time) to know that my jock throat pussy could handle a beating. But even this almost threw me off. Connor was just so fucking big. But even still, I took his full 10+ inches into my throat like an expert until his fat sweaty balls were resting over my eyes and forehead. 

“Oh, OH! Oh my god, Sam! I’m so sorry. My–nghh–cock is, oh fuck, is deep inside your throat! How could this–ugh, so warm–happen! I’m such a clumsy idiot. How does this keep happening to me?? Oh fuck, fuck fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck.” 

With each “fuck” Connor subconsciously thrusted into my mouth, moaning gently through his worried running dialogue. His fat balls plap-plapped on my face each time he pulled out some only to slam it back down deep into my throat. I was in bottom heaven. Spit was forming in the corners of my mouth making his fat meaty jock dick even more sloppy and easier to fuck y face. Connor did not seem to realize he could simply stand up and take his dick out of my mouth. Instead, he gripped tight to the sides of the rack and kept casually fucking my face as he tried to figure out a solution. Meanwhile, I caressed Connor’s tree truck thighs with both of my hands.

“Ohhh my godddd, Sammy, what am I–oh fuck–going to do? Your pretty face is–mmm– being fucked by my massive horse cock! Fuck, fuck, fuck. You must be so pissed off at me. Look at you, you’re slobbering everywhere! Ugh, ugh, yeah that’s it. Every time I try to stand up your wet warm throat keeps pulling me back in! I don’t know how to stop!! What if you can’t breathe?? Your big bro will be so pissed at me if I suffocate you with my giant dick.”

Connor was panicking now, worried about my safety. But this meant that his subconscious thrusts turned into primal, needy pumps. He was full on fucking my pretty little jock bottom mouth. I opened my eyes to see what was happening above me. In between Connor’s ballsack slapping me in the face, I could see that he had lifted the bench bar with ease and tossed it aside. He was still rambling on like an idiot while still continuing to pump his cock into my throat pussy. On and on it went. Connor babbled about how sorry he was and how pissed I must be. (Oh yeah, Connor, sooo pissed.) He moaned and grunted porno-like phrases as if he was being possessed by some pervy porn actor. And his fat sweaty balls and meaty, thick, donkey dick kept pounding away. My throat was getting abused and the sloppy sounds of my pornstar mouth taking a pornstar worthy dick bounced off the walls for everyone to hear. This went on for 5 minutes. 

Apart from not noticing that I had completely forced Connor to fuck my throat, Connor also didn’t realize that I was not panicking at all. In fact, I was moaning and scooping up the sloppy spit Connor’s fucking created to lube up my tight jock pussy. I had about three fingers in me and I was steadily fucking myself, getting ready for the main act. My boypussy flexed and squelched and gripped my fingers. My throbbing cock could barely handle the sensations from both ends. 

Without pretense, I simply shoved Connor’s thighs so that he stumbled backwards and his cock released from my mouth with a loud wet pop. 

“What the fuck Connor! You almost killed me with that fat cock of yours!”

Connor stared at me in shock. If I didn’t know Connor was an idiot, I would have thought he was staring at the complete mess he made of my face. Spit covered my face and my lips were swollen and red. But instead, it seemed Connor was merely surprised to see his little buddy was still alive. 

“Oh my god, Sam! You’re not dead!” 

“No, I’m not dead, dummy. But that was very dangerous! You were supposed to spot me, but instead you were fucking my mouth like a horny pervert!”

Connor’s eyes started to well up. He looked genuinely upset. “I am so, so, sorry bro. I betrayed your trust. I meant to spot you, but instead I failed. And now your mouth is all swollen and covered in spit and the smell of my sweaty dick and balls is all over your face!”

“Aww, hey, buddy… Con…” I quickly got up to comfort Connor. I hugged him tight and pressed my body into his throbbing dong. “Don’t worry about it bud, accidents happen.”

“Really?” Connor asked, looking down at me with his puppy dog brown eyes. “You’re not mad?”

“Of course I’m not mad, stud.” I said, once again rubbing his beefy chest and arms with one hand. I flicked at his nipples and squeezed his pecs. I gently laid my head on his shelf of a chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down knowing that I was safe and definitely not mad at him. With my other hand I began to slowly stroke his spit-soaked cock. It was still hard and throbbing, practically making my hand move with each twitch. The sounds and feels of my sloppy handjob didn't seem to register with Connor. But he smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank God. Just don’t tell your bro about this. Eric would have my head if he knew I couldn’t spot you on some pussy weight like that.”

“Your secret is safe with me, bud.” I said, massaging his muscles even more aggressively. We stood there for a few minutes. Connor is always content with standing in one place and not speaking for minutes at a time, so this wasn’t unusual. But I kept up the steady rhythm of my hand sliding up and down his massive meat. I could tell by his soft grunts and hips bucking forward into my hand, that Connor’s fat jock load was building in his balls. 

From the outside, it might look weird to see two bros, one so much larger than the other but bros all the same, stand behind a bench rack while one of them gives the other a slutty handjob. But not in this town, not in this gym. Here, every jock was too stupid to realize this should not be happening in public, dead center in the middle of a gym. The sounds of big, muscular men grunting and moaning their way through their workouts filled the scene. I kept jerking Connor’s cock, pumping faster and faster as we stood there, when suddenly his cock twitched violently, and I knew it was coming. 

“Ngh, wha–oh, oh, OH FUCK,” was all Connor could get out. Whether he was daydreaming or in a blank state of nothingness, the overwhelming feeling of tipping over the edge woke him from his reverie.

“Not so fast,” I said, quickly squatting down directly below Connor’s jock dick just in time to receive spurt after spurt of thick, creamy, brotein load. I looked like such a slut squatting there as Connor pumped out every ounce of jock cum he had in him. Ropes of cum spurted and arched directly into my wide open mouth. I was smiling as I took in all this fucking cum. It tasted so perfect; sweet and salty, like all perfect jock cum tastes. God, this dumb fucker is amazing, I thought to myself. 

“Ohh, ugh, ohhh—fuckk yeah, take that load, bitch,” Connor groaned as I kept stroking his dick. If Connor wasn’t a fucking idiot, I might get suspicious that he knew what was happening here. He probably was just imagining his stuck up girlfriend getting her face painted instead. Fat chance. I know the last time she sucked his cock was months ago. Connor goes on and on with his bros about how she never puts out. 

I leaned in a little closer to catch the last couple of ropes Connor’s fat cock shot out. His cock was still hard, standing just as straight as it did before he blew his load. Holy shit. 

“You guys finished?” Another jock, Andy, approached our area and observed our predicament. I was still in my squatted position, my fit fat, bottom-jock ass pressing tight against my gym shorts. I was lightly pumping Connor’s throbbing meat when I looked over at Andy.

“Uhhh, oh? Oh–hey, Andy! Fuck bro, didn’t see you there!” Connor said, shaking his head to rid himself of the post-nut stupor. 

“Uhh, what are you guys up to?” Andy asked looking from me to Connor and then to Connor’s leaking jock dong. 

“Oh, uh, hmph–” Connor furrowed his brow and thought hard, trying to remember. “We are–”

“We are just finishing our bench sets, Andy!” I said cheerily. Andy looked at me and I winked. He responded with a dumb smile. I stopped pumping Connor’s cock and wiped some of his cum off my chick and sucked my finger, savoring the taste. Andy and I maintained eye contact. “The rack is all yours, stud.”

As I stood up, I stopped at Connor’s cock head and sucked the tip, trying to get as much from him as I could in the moment. 

“Fuck yeah, thanks guys!” Andy said. “I need to get a good pump in.”

Andy had no clue what was happening here. I knew he was dumb, but Jesus I didn’t know it was that bad. Apparently there’s nothing strange about taking a fat load from a gym bro’s giant horse cock in the middle of a gym session. Andy’s shorts were sporting a heavy, leaking cock, just like Connor’s. My tight pink jock pussy twitched in excitement. So many fucking dumb, hung, jocks. 

“Come on, Connor,” I said, grabbing Connor’s wet cock and leading him to the locker rooms. “Let’s hit the showers. You’re so sweaty!”

“Oh, okay!” Connor said stupidly.

As we passed Andy, I gripped his throbbing cock through his shorts and squeezed and stroked its length. He had to be just as big as Connor. And just as fat too. Andy grunted, bucking his hips toward my hand. 

“Oops, sorry Andy! My hand slipped,” I winked at him. 

Andy stared after us, confused, and he subconsciously started to stroke his cock through his shorts. He scratched his head, shrugging, and started to set up the bench. 

I maneuvered Connor by his still-hard dick through the gym as other big, muscular jock bros worked out, some still in high school with us and others older frat jock bros. Connor nodded at them and said What’s up bro! as he passed them, everyone fist pounding him and not even recognizing that his giant cock was out and being held by another jock bro. They had on backwards hats; some were shirtless, others wore skimpy cut off shirts that were just an excuse to show off their hard, ripped bodies while wearing a shirt. They did squats and incline press and leg curls and were all cheering each other on and high-fiving and exchanging sweaty bro hugs. My hole twitched even more at the thought of all of these jocks taking me in the middle of the gym and abusing my tight fit, slutty bottom hole. 

Don’t worry, I told my sweet, juicy, pink boypussy. You’re about to get the best dumb dick of your slutty bottom life.

My heart fluttered at the thought. And with a devilish grin, I hurried Connor and I’s pace to the locker room.

To be continued...