Tales from the Locker Room

 01: Gym Bros

The changing room was empty when Cody walked in. Tired and aching from a punishing workout, he flopped down on one of the wooden benches to mop the sweat from his brow and catch his breath. He'd been lifting weights since he was seventeen, and now, at twenty four, his dedication was really showing. Strong arms, wide shoulders, thick thighs; his physique was the envy of all his peers. He enjoyed the attention it brought him, too. Countless girls had tried to seduce him, but none succeeded. Cody was all about the cock.

It was his love of men that had drawn him to the gym in the first place. It was a special place, filled with all sorts of tantalizing sights and arousing smells that sparked his desires. Stolen glimpses of naked male flesh, cocky, chiselled gym bros parading around, the scent of sweat and pheromones lingering in the air... The whole experience was always a massive turn-on for him.

Tonight was no different. He moved his hand down to the growing bulge in his shorts and started to squeeze and caress himself gently through the fabric. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the heady air of the changing room. It always smelled the same, an intoxicating mix of male bodies, sweaty gym gear, and that dank, pissy smell that always seems a feature of men's public bathrooms. Moments later he was hard as a rock.

Cody stood and made his way to the full-length mirror that he'd taken so many progress selfies in over the years. He scanned the room again just to be certain that he was alone, then brought his attention to the reflection staring back at him. Standing five feet ten inches tall, with cropped, dirty-blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and a boyish face that was equal parts cute and handsome, Cody was a looker.

"Yeah," he thought, "I'd fuck me too if I could."

He shot his reflection a quick, sexy grin, then peeled off the tight, sweat-drenched shirt he was wearing and tossed it over to where his gym bag sat. The muscles in his arms burned as he raised them over his head, but it was a sensation he'd grown to love. Watching himself intensely in the mirror, he slowly explored the topography of his chest, starting at his impressive pectorals and their pert, pink nipples, then moving lower and lower still, over the contours of his defined abdomen to the fuzzy treasure trail below. His skin glistened under the bright strip lights, still moist with sweat.

Next, Cody slipped off his white, silky gym shorts and tossed them away, revealing a well-worn blue jockstrap. It was his favourite. He hardly ever washed it and he loved the way it smelled. He'd often hold the crusty material to his nose as he jerked his meat, getting high on his own stink. He knew it was depraved, but it made his cock so fucking hard.

Stood in just his filthy jockstrap and a pair of well-worn sneakers, he flexed for himself, striking a few choice poses that showed off the progress he'd been making in bulking out his muscles. As he raised his strong arms a whiff of sweaty armpit crept up into his nostrils, and he turned his head to breathe it more deeply. Unlike the musty, heady funk that wafted up from his jockstrap's pouch, his pits had a more subtle, fresh flavour to them, the scent of recent perspiration. He flicked out his tongue to give it a lick.

"Taste good, bro?" boomed a deep voice from somewhere behind him.

Startled, Cody spun around and jerked his hands to his crotch in an effort to hide the obvious boner straining in its strap. A few metres away, leaning against the doorframe, was a tall, handsome Black man who appeared to be in his early thirties.

"Oh, shit, sorry dude," said Cody, flustered. His freckled face started to blush. "I, uh, thought I was the only one in here tonight."

"No need to apologise," replied the stranger with a smile, "I was enjoying the view. Seems like I'm not the only one, either." His eyes drifted down to Cody's crotch.

Cody didn't really know what to say, so he just kind of stood there awkwardly, the surprise of being caught rooting him to the spot.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed," said the man as he walked towards him. "I get it. That post-workout horn can be a killer. You, uh... need a hand, bro?" 

The question hung in the air for a moment while Cody checked the guy out. He was hot. Like, seriously hot. Tall and seemingly well-built, with model good-looks and big, beautiful lips. The muscle twink couldn't believe his luck and a mischievous, sexy grin spread across his face. His shoulders relaxed.

"Hell yeah," said the fresh-faced muscle twink, moving his hands away to show off the full, hard length of his manhood outlined in its pouch. "I, uh, haven't showered yet though."

The stranger laughed. "No shit, kid. I could smell you from the other side of the room. Don't worry though. I like it. I'm Jackson, by the way."

"Cody," said Cody, as he watched Jackson pull his shirt up and over his head, revealing a beautifully sculpted torso that, while not quite as cut as his own, had obviously taken an awful lot of effort to achieve. Without another word, the two ripped gym bros came together and made out passionately, their soft lips dancing, wet tongues duelling, like they were performing in a porno.

Jackson's strong hands found their way to Cody's butt cheeks, squeezing and massaging them forcefully, before dipping in to drag two fingers over the boy's smooth, moist asshole. Cody moaned into Jackson's mouth and pulled him even closer, their warm, sweaty bodies pressing into each other. Jackson brought those ass-tinged fingers up to his nose and Cody leaned in close. Both took long, deep sniffs, savouring the unmistakeable funk of hot, sweaty butthole that lingered there.

"Oh man," Cody whispered, "I smell so fucking good!"

Jackson popped his fingers into his mouth, coating them in saliva, then reached back around to slide them into Cody. The boy's asshole opened up with ease around the hunky Black man's digits, and he groaned softly at the probing. 

"I bet you taste good, too," said Jackson suggestively, as he swirled his fingers inside Cody's slick, smooth hole. Then, without warning, he slipped out his fingers and stuffed them into the horny twink's mouth. His gorgeous green eyes widened in surprise. "Well?"

"Mmm hmm!" Came the enthusiastic reply, as Cody sucked eagerly on the two slippery fingers that had just been exploring his fuck-hole. He loved the nastiness of it, and it drove him wild when an older dude took charge of him.

"Good boy," said Jackson with a sexy, authoritarian edge to his voice. "Now show me. I wanna taste it too."

Cody did as he was told. Turning around, he spread his legs and put one foot up on the bench, a perfect position for showing off his big, juicy bubblebutt. Jackson dropped to his knees and buried his nose there, filling his lungs like it was a breath of fresh air or some rare vintage of wine. Cody reached back and pulled apart his cheeks, exposing his hole, then sighed in pleasure as Jackson's tongue snaked over it. He swirled it around the rim, teasing him, then plunged inside, as deep as it would go. Jackson loved a soft, not-too-tight ass, and Cody's was just right. It seemed hungry and opened up at the slightest pressure, like it was used to taking big, thick dicks. Crude, wet sounds echoed around the tiled room as Jackson sucked and slurped voraciously on Cody's bro-hole.

When he was satisfied, he pulled back and wiped the sheen of spit and sweat from his face, admiring the full, juicy ass in front of him. He could still smell it on him, on his lips, a mouth- watering, manly musk. He grabbed Cody's hips and spun him around, then yanked down his jockstrap. A proud, solid cock sprung out bouncing, a glob of precum glistening on its circumcised head. He pulled him close, slurping Cody's hot meat into his mouth, then massaged the underside with his tongue while his lips slid slowly down the shaft. 

The younger man moaned, knees wobbling, as his glans pushed into Jackson's throat. Grabbing the back of his head, he forced it deeper, all the way, til Jackson's nose was buried in his bush. It felt so fucking good. Cody was a total bottom, but he loved having his dick sucked. It was a sure- fire way to make him cum. Jackson could tell he was driving the young buck wild, and let the boy go to town pounding out his mouth like a pussy. He was a superhero when it came to sucking dick, and could take whatever most guys had to give. Spit was dripping from his lips, down onto the floor, and when he started gently stroking Cody's balls he knew he was pushing him over the edge.

"Oh, shit! Oh fuck, bro! I'm cumming! Cody gasped, throwing back his head as he shoved his pulsing cock as deep as it would go into Jackson's throat. His nuts tightened, his cock swelled, and shot after shot of hot, white cum blasted down the back of the Black stud's throat. His body spasmed and jerked with the intensity of the orgasm and, as he pulled out, the last of his load oozed over Jackson's tongue, giving him a taste.

Not missing a beat, Jackson stood, whipping off his shorts in the process, and Cody dropped to his knees. Swaying there just inches from his face was one of the most impressive cocks he'd seen. Long and meaty, it had a glistening, pink head that peeked out from under folds of dark foreskin, moist with pre-cum. Cody just zoned out staring at it, open mouthed and mesmerized, a hot, dumb expression on his face.

THWAP. Jackson slapped his heavy dick against Cody's face, rousing him from his reverie. THWAP. Pre-cum splattered his cheek. THWAP. "Open up, bro. My turn."

The horny young gym rat did his best to gobble down as much of the monster as he could, but he was hopelessly outmatched. He knew he'd never be able to fit the whole thing in, much less surrender his throat as completely as Jackson had. Instead, he switched between a variety of techniques, bobbing his head up and down on it one moment then nursing it gently with his lips the next. He used both hands to work the shaft, stroking it firmly, amazed at how heavy it was. As he did he played with Jackson's foreskin, rolling it between pink lips, his slippery tongue sliding under to swirl around the head.

Cody loved the taste of cock, and Jackson's was an especially delicious specimen. A steady ooze of pre-cum flowed from its slit, sweet and faintly salty, and a tantalising, manly musk radiated from his wiry, black bush, adding to the intoxicating mix of flavours. Suddenly, he pulled his dick away. 

"Come with me," said Jackson, and took Cody by the hand, leading the dick-notized muscle-bro out into the small gym's deserted main room. Brightly-lit and crammed with exercise machines, its white walls were lined with mirrors, making it seem more spacious than it actually was.

"Dude, what if someone comes in?" asked Cody, kind of half-laughing with nervous excitement. 

"Then they'll get the show of their lives," said Jackson, a cocky look in his eyes.

He led them over to a weight bench in the middle of the room and adjusted it so that Cody could lay back comfortably with his knees up and his hungry hole exposed. He reached above and grabbed the bar to keep himself steady, and the muscles in his arms tensed and flexed, veins popping. He was the very picture of a perfect, slutty muscle twink.

Jackson crouched down and snatched the sachet of lube he'd conveniently stashed in his sock, tore it open and squirted the gooey contents onto his cock, smearing it all over. Then he wiped the rest on Cody's asshole and pushed three slick fingers inside for good measure.

"You ready dude?" growled Jackson as he massaged Cody's hole, stretching and probing it with his fingers.

"Fuck yeah bro, give it to me!" came the reply. He was desperate to feel the older man deep inside him, and his cock throbbed in anticipation, already hard again so soon after unloading.

Jackson gripped his cock firmly at the base and aimed it squarely at the boy's twitching butthole. He tapped the head against it once, twice, then pushed. Cody groaned and grunted as his ass stretched open, and he took a few long, deep breaths as his anal muscles adjusted to the girth of Jackson's manhood.

"That's it, you can take it," cooed the big-dicked top encouragingly, as he eased his way inside. Cody's hole felt so warm and so smooth, and he loved the way it gripped and hugged his cock. He gave a short, hard thrust with his hips and bottomed out, his cockhead pushing up against Cody's second hole, deep inside.

"Oh!" Cody gasped, "you're so God-damn deep!" This tortured, ecstatic expression twisting his features.

Then Jackson started to fuck. He went slowly at first, with long, deep strokes, rocking his hips in a gentle, rhythmic motion that helped Cody's hole open up to the invasion. When he could feel that the twink's hole had relaxed enough, he picked up the pace. Full, hairy balls slapped against Cody's pale ass cheeks. Sweat dripped off of Jackson's brow, mixing with Cody's in a puddle on his abs. A torrent of gasps and groans poured from the bottom slut's mouth, punctuated by a litany of expletives.

If someone had entered the gym at this moment, neither man would have noticed. Cody was in absolute bliss getting his ass destroyed by Jackson's huge black cock, and Jackson, on the verge of busting his nut, was too consumed by primal fuck-lust to give a damn about his surroundings.

"Holy shit," roared Jackson, "I'm gonna cum!" And he yanked his cock from Cody's hole, jerking it furiously, every muscle in his body tense and trembling. The first wave fired out over Cody's chest, splattering his chin. The next few volleys drenched his abdomen and dribbled into the valleys of his six-pack. With a shove, Jackson forced his way back inside Cody's well-fucked ass and unleashed the rest of his seed there, flooding his guts, then collapsed in a sweaty, breathless heap on top of the boy.

They lay like that for a minute, feeling each other's heartbeat and enjoying the warmth of their post-fuck embrace. Eventually Jackson slipped out, and he dropped to his knees to make out with the puffy, oozing asshole he'd so thoroughly wrecked. As he sucked and slurped on the sloppy cum-hole, Cody grabbed his dick and rubbed it like crazy, determined to shoot again. Jackson's mouth felt so soft and soothing on his sore, abused asshole, and in seconds he was cumming again. A thin, watery load sprayed out across his navel.

Cody followed Jackson back to the changing room on unsteady legs, where they took a long, steamy shower together. 

"Will I see you again?" Cody asked hopefully, as he ran a fluffy white towel through his hair.

"In your dreams, perhaps" said Jackson, with that sexy, cocky smile of his.