After I had shot a massive load, while still covered in Matts cum. Then I cleaned myself up and headed out of the showers.
When I went into the changing rooms I was shocked to find Matt sitting there. He had changed and was holding his gym bag. He looked so handsome, my heart fluttered a bit. There was no one else around.
He always disappeared after so this was new.
“Hey” he said casually. As if he hadn’t just fucked my brains out and shot all over my face.
“Hey” I replied, awkwardly.
He smiled, probably at how awkward I was being. But I was standing there in just my towel.
He handed me his phone.
“Put your number in” he said. He didn’t ask.
I did as I was told and put my number in, then I handed him back the phone.
He pocketed it and looked at me.
“I’ll drop you a message” he said.
Then he just walked out the changing rooms. I stood there in my towel, not sure what to do next. So, I got changed and went home.
-
He had my number now. He had asked for it. And he had fucked me, hard. What was going on? I was starting to get worried I was getting in too deep. Matt was on my mind all the time, I wanted him and his cock every second.
I guess it’s good he has my number as then he will message me when he’s free, so I don’t have to wait in the showers all the time.
I decided I needed to try get back to normal. I’d been so distracted at work and in general as Matts cock had me hypnotised, so I needed to cool off a bit and get back to my life. Also, I really didn’t want to get fired.
But he was obviously still on my mind. Every night I dreamt of him fucking me. Looking back and seeing his muscular body under the water as he pounded his cock into me. How it filled me up and hit spots I didn’t know it was possible to hit. His cock felt unbelievably good in me. Which was a surprise considering how big he is.
-
The next few days went by without any messages from Matt. I was being good and making sure to focus on work and even went out with my friends for dinner one night. They were all convinced I was seeing someone as I had disappeared recently, I told them I wasn’t I had just been busy. It wasn’t a lie. Matt and I weren’t dating (I wish), and I had been busy, with his cock. Which I am learning is my favourite thing to be busy with.
The difference now was whenever my phone buzzed my heart would skip a beat. I would desperately want it to be him, I was embarrassed to admit how much I wanted him to message me. But after a week there had been nothing.
Maybe he got scared off. He wasn’t gay, and he had just fucked me in the showers. That must have freaked him out. Maybe he decided he didn’t want this anymore, didn’t want me anymore. The thought was depressing, I would have to be happy with the fact that for a few brief weeks I got to hook up with one of the hottest people I had ever seen. I would wank over him for the rest of my life.
-
I hadn’t been back to his class yet, since the last time. As part of my effort to be more focused I had decided his class would be too much of a distraction. I wanted to be good and wait for him to message. But now a week had gone by, and I did miss his classes, they were the best. So, I decided one night after work to head to the gym, and I managed to get a spot in his class. I couldn’t lie I was so excited to see him.
But then as I was stretching in the studio, Will entered.
The last time I saw Will I was being impaled by Matts cock in the showers. I didn’t actually see Will, just heard his voice as Matt slide his dick in me while covering my mouth with his hand. The thought made my dick start to harden.
Where was Matt? I was even more curious now. He hadn’t messaged me and now he wasn’t at his class. Had I freaked him out that much? I was sure I was being stupid; I am not that important in Matts life; this must be about something else.
“Hey everyone, I’m Will. I am covering Matts class today. Grab a spot and we will get started” Will said to the gathered group.
I took a spot, and he started running us through the circuit for the class.
I had never really paid much attention to Will. He was another trainer, but he normally ran morning classes, and I always came in the evenings. I had seen him round the gym as I think he also worked as a personal trainer.
He was goodlooking. All the trainers here were. He was very different to Matt’s dark hair and tanned features and big muscly physique. Will was around six-foot, blonde with messy hair he wore down, a handsome face that looked straight out of some modelling catalogue and these piercing blue eyes and plump lips. He had a much leaner body than Matt, still muscly but more toned and athletic. It was only now seeing him go through the exercises that I really realised just how good looking he is. I missed Matt, but at least Will was a good distraction in the class.
-
Later I was on my back doing leg raises for my abs as Will was walking round the class offering guidance. He came over and lent down next to me, then he reached his hand out and put it on my stomach, just like Matt had that one time.
“Nice work Henry, keep those abs tight” he encouraged.
I tried to tighten them more as I kept going. Then he leaned in closer.
“Good boy” he whispered, then he winked at me.
Holy fuck.
He got up and carried on walking round the class shouting out instructions.
Was I imagining that? Did he just call me a good boy just like Matt had?
Did Will know? Had Matt told him about our hook ups in the showers?
Surely not. Matt would want to keep it secret.
But maybe Will had heard us, I mean he had been right outside the showers twice now. Once when I was sucking Matt and then when Matt was fucking me. He could have heard.
Fuck.
It felt weird thinking he might know how much of a slut I am for Matt.
-
Afterwards as we all left Will high fived me as I walked out, but no acknowledgement or any other comments.
I must have imagined it. He was just being a good trainer.
As I headed upstairs to get some air my phone buzzed. I took it out and looked at my screen, it was from a number I didn’t recognise.
My heart skipped.
I opened it.
“Tomorrow. After class. M”
That’s all it said. It had to be him.
Fuck.
I was so fucking happy.
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