Do You Need A Spot?

This week is already off to a bad start. It’s 6:50am which means I’m already late for my first training session at my new gym. I doubt the trainer will care because they get paid per session, but I paid extra to secure a prime pre-work slot. I rush through the sliding glass doors and I am hit with the coldest blast of air I’ve ever felt.

“Great” I think. “As if it’s not bad enough that I’m late, now I’m going to look like a pool of sweat because I was just rushing.” I can already feel the sweat collecting under my arms and between my thighs. Normally, I might be into that kind of thing, but meeting a new trainer like this is less than ideal. Especially if he is eye candy.

I adjust my focus and speak to the woman behind the counter. “Hi, my name is Hunter. I have a 6:45am training session. I’m a little late,” I say as she looks down at her clipboard.

“Hunter…Hunter…Hu…. Ah! Here you are. 6:45am on June 16th,” she trails off.

Shit. Today is the 15th. “Well I guess I am not late then,” I half laugh to try and break the awkwardness.

Still scribbling on her clip board, “You know what, you were scheduled with Jack for tomorrow, but I don’t have any clients this morning. Because this is your first time here, why don’t we do this: I will train you this morning free of charge. If you like the workout, I can take you on as a client, if you don’t like it, no hard feelings. Tomorrow when you come in, I will have Jack ready to go and you can test him out.”

“Test him out.” I like the sound of that. “Come on Hunter, get your head out of the gutter. You are here to work on yourself, not die of a barbell to the throat because you dropped it while staring at Jack’s package swinging above your head. Plus, you don’t even know what he looks like,” I say to myself. “Okay, yeah sure let’s do that then. I really appreciate it after getting my ass all the way down here this early in the morning.”

She smiles. I realize I haven’t even asked her name by the time she says, “I’m Charli. And don’t worry about it, I was going to sit here bored behind the counter all morning anyways. Just don’t tell my manger it’s on the house,” she winks. “First things first, let me ask you some intro questions so I know what it is you want to get out of these trainings. After all they aren’t cheap.”

I smile. These training sessions are certainly not cheap, so I appreciate someone who isn’t looking to waste time. “Let’s take a seat over by the treadmills and I’ll rattle off some questions. Does that sound good?” she says.

“Lead the way.” I follow Charli through what feels like a never ending gym floor. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been in my fair share of gyms, but this is massive. I suppose that’s what happens when you move from an 82nd floor gym in the city center, to a one floor gym on the edge of the desert. Heat rises, so I guess it makes sense that it would be easier to cool one floor as opposed to two or three.

When we get to the treadmills, Charli doesn’t miss a beat before she starts rattling off, “Name, height, weight, age, and body type?”

“Well my name is Hunter Grace. I am 31 years old, 6’1” and 225. As for my body type…” I pause. “What do you mean by body type?”

“You know, like, how would you characterize yourself? Do you feel fit, overweight, just about right? Any way that you are comfortable describing yourself.”

Rattling off my statistics is always easy because those are quantifiable numbers, any lies could be brought to light with a simple scale or tape measure. But objectively describing myself has always been hard for me. “Um, well I would say that I’m in relatively good shape. I have a bit more meat on my bones than I would like, but nothing that has ever stood in my way or held me back. I try to keep a semi-active lifestyle but its life, something always gets in the way, so I don’t fault myself for not always having the time to work out.”

Charli smiles. “Awesome. Listen I am not here to judge nor get you into any shape that you do not want to be in. I want to make sure you are healthy. If that means working out a little harder one day because you wanted to go to the county fair and pig out? Cool. Or we can always slow down our work outs to focus less on weight loss and more on heart health. Whatever you want to do I can work with.”

I have to admit, I had my doubts with Charli. Here is a 5’5” slim brunette who is supposed to whip my 6’1” thick ass into shape? Doubtful. But the more and more I talked to her, the more and more I liked the idea of her becoming my trainer. That was until I spotted Jack across the gym.

Letting my eyes wander across the gym, I saw him. A man, probably the same height as me, with caramel skin color, dark eyes, and even darker hair that trailed down the side of his face into a perfectly manicured beard outlining a chiseled jawline. He was wearing a compression tank that hugged his shoulders, down to his full and heavy pecs, and even outlined the perfectly countable 6 abs underneath. I didn’t let my eyes stop there, though. Reaching his waistband, I could see he had flipped it over a few times to make his shorts even shorter and show off his rippling leg muscles.

If you ask me, the best part of flipping over a waistband is how it lifts up the crotch to be on full display, and oh was it on display. With every jumping jack I could see his package lift and drop with the immense weight of what was a spectacularly large package.

I began to feel something twinge in my own shorts when Charli’s voice broke the trance and I heard, “Hunter…Hunter! I see you found Jack. Like I said I won’t be offended if you want try him out tomorrow morning instead of sticking with me.” Try him out. There it was again, only now I had a real dilemma. I liked Charli, but I really did want to try out Jack.

“Do you mind if we finish up these questions so we can get started? Its already 7:05 and I assume to have to be at work by 9?”

“Of course,” I said. “But I don’t have to be at work until 9:30 so we have a little more time than you thought.”

Charli didn’t seem to care. She proceeded with a couple more questions until she hit me with one that left me speechless. “And what type of underwear do you prefer to wear?” she said.

“I’m sorry?” I croaked. “I’m no prude but why does the gym need to know that?”

“This question always gets new client’s hearts racing,” she smiled. “We ask for a couple of reasons. One, we do not allow anyone to go commando, free ball, let loose, however you want to describe it. You need to have underwear on. Two, depending on preference that could change the work out. Some exercises might cause rubbing, or chaffing, etc. I want you to be prepared.”

To be honest, I had never really thought of that before. Reluctantly, I answered, “Jockstrap. I prefer to work out in a jockstrap for mobility.” That last part was a lie. I work out in a jockstrap mainly because it puts my junk on display. I wouldn’t say I have a huge dick, but I definitely have a nice package. I’m about 7 inches hard, but my dick is thick. I don’t think I have ever been complimented on my length, but I get most guys moaning with how much I open them up. My balls are pretty big too. Couple that with being a shower, not a grower, and I have an above average bulge in my pants. Who wouldn’t want to put that on display?

After finishing the questionnaire, Charli put me through a few basic drills to set a baseline, and then we started in on the weights. Biceps, triceps, back, shoulders, and to finish out the morning, chest. “Okay, so do you know how much you can bench?” Charli asked.

“It has been a while, but I would say 215lbs was my highest to date.” Another lie but it was something I wanted to work up to.

Charli raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical but not going to push me on it. “Okay, let’s have you do one rep at 215lbs and see how you fair,” she said with a sly smirk. She might not outwardly call me out, but she was no fool. “GUS! Can you come here for a minute?” Charli yelled.

With how far the gym spanned, I did not see him coming, until out of the corner of my eye he appeared. Walking straight towards me and Charli was the definition of “Adonis”. He was wearing a stringer tank that covered almost none of his broad hairy chest. Each pec bounced and flexed with every step he took closer. His wide shoulders created the perfect V shape as your eyes made their way down his body. The best part was his shorts were even shorter than Jack’s. Probably because his thick thighs would have had trouble getting in and out of knee length shorts. Sporting a pair of lifting gloves and a backwards cap, I was very happy to be wearing a tight jock, because my cock was already beginning to pulse.

“Hey Charli,” he said while giving her a side hug to avoid getting her sweaty.

“Gus, this is Hunter. I am training him this morning and we are finishing out todays workout by setting his bench press baseline. He is going to do one rep at 215lbs,” she said trying not to glance in my direction knowing my face was turning red. “As that is about 75lbs more than I weigh, I don’t think I will be any help if he can’t get it back up. I need you to spot him for me.”

“Sure thing,” he said turning to me. “I actually just finished my work out for the morning, so I’ll help you do this and then show you around the locker room,” smiling at Charli. “That one isn’t allowed in so I can imagine you didn’t get a great tour.”

Charli rolled her eyes, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Apparently working out is only a boy’s club. But you know you wish you could peak into the women’s locker room Gus.”

Damn, he was straight and that was the end of my fantasy. “Alright, lets load up 215, and get this show on the road,” he said smiling in my direction. “Do me a favor and don’t look up my shorts while your getting jacked.”

That sent my heart in two different directions. On one hand, my mind spiraled with thoughts about what I had done to tip him off that I was gay. On the other hand, my mind could not help but catch on the word “jacked”. Imagining Gus leaned over the barbell stroking my thick cock while showing him I can pump 215. Having him squat just a little lower so I could smell the musk of his cock and ass while he strokes out a load I’ve been saving for days.

“You ready there bud?” he slaps me on the shoulder snapping me out of my vision.

“Ye…yeah,” I mutter out. “I’m Hunter by the way. I know Charli introduced me but it’s nice to meet you.” I hold out my hand and he takes it in his.

“Gus,” he says looking into my eyes. This is the first time I notice how blue his eyes are. A couple seconds go by and I realize we are still holding hands. He gives my hand a squeeze and let’s go.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I realize I now have to lay down to bench press and I am almost fully hard. No matter how tight the jock is that I am wearing, my cock is still going to be noticeable in my shorts. But then again, if he is straight, he won’t be looking anyways. I sit on the bench and slide up under the barbell. I have my feet on my tiptoes to elevate my legs hopefully disguising my hard cock a little better. Gus takes his stance behind my head and I lift the barbell off the rack. Down and up. “Holy shit, that was easier than I thought it was going to be.” I say louder than I expected.

“You definitely shocked me,” I hear Charli say. Gus laughs.

I laugh. “Whoops I did not mean to say that out loud,” I say through a smile. “I mean don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t without a little struggle, but it has been a while.” As I go to sit up, Gus puts a hand on my chest.

“Woah, okay well if that was easy, lets see how many reps you can do.”

My heart skips a beat. I can’t tell if it’s because I don’t think I can do another one, or because Gus is holding me down and I definitely like how that feels. Not wanting to disappoint, I shift back under the barbell and say, “I don’t know how many more reps I have in me, but I guess there is only one way to find out.”

Gus’ face shifts into a smile. “My man! Let’s see how long you can go for.” Another skip of the heartbeat.

This time as I position my hands on the barbell, Gus steps in a little closer over my head. I try not to look up his shorts, but there are just some requests that can’t be honored. When my eyes focus, I see that he is breaking the gyms golden rule. Up his left pant leg, I am not looking at boxers, briefs, or even a jock. I am looking at the tip of a well hung dick and a full hairy sack that made me want to lift my head up and just start licking. When I shift my focus out of his pantleg, I make eye contact with Gus. He is looking down at me with the biggest grin on his face, and winks. It took my conscious brain a second to process, but my subconscious brain was way ahead because my rock hard cock jumped in my shorts. Gus must have noticed too because his eyes darted away quickly as I felt my dick throb. Somehow, I managed to concentrate and push out two more reps before Gus had to step in and help me lift the barbell.

“Great job!” Gus shouted as a bent over trying to conceal the stiffness in my shorts. “Charli finish up with Hunter and I will meet him in the changing room.” Another wink as he walked away.

“Okay, Hunter,” Charli started. “How do you feel about today? Good, bad? Am I going to be seeing you tomorrow or would you like to see Jack? I can give him all of the notes I have from today and you both can start your program tomorrow.”

I was thankful for this debrief because talking to Charli help get my mind off of Gus’ mouthwatering cock, and help my own cock calm down. “Thanks Charli. I really enjoyed today, and you did this out of the goodness of your heart because I don’t know how to read my own calendar. If you think you can take me on as a new client, I would be more than happy to stick with you.”

“OH thank god,” she squeaked. “I lose everyone to Jack. I mean understandably so, he is a 10 out of 10, but it really sucks when his calendar is full and mine is empty.”

“No, I get it,” I said. “He is very pleasing to the eyes, but I think I will be able to get what I need from you and Gus. Sorry…sorry from you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she smiled. “Gus is normally here at this time of the day, so when we do bench presses, I think he is the perfect person to help if he is around.”

While she was talking, I scanned the gym and noticed there was barely anyone here. “Wow this place is empty, I would have assumed most people would work out before work.”

She laughed. “They do. But most people also need to be at work by 9am unlike you. It’s 8:57. Typically this place is a ghost town until about 10am when the post-morning workout crowd comes in.” She glanced around the gym, “Anyways, I will see you tomorrow and Gus should be in the locker room waiting to give you a tour.”

I wander around a little checking out the gym and its machines before I find my way to the men’s locker room. With Charli not being allowed in the men’s locker room, and me coming in ready to work out, I had not been in here yet. I had just been carrying around my bag, so my best bet is to find Gus and put my stuff by him. When I make it past the fourth row of lockers, I find Gus completely naked texting on his phone. Before I let him know I am there, I let myself soak up the sight of him one more time.

Gus had dirty blonde hair that went down almost to his shoulder, and a short scruffy blonde beard that lined an angular jaw. His shoulders were perfectly rounded leading into sculpted biceps and forearms. His hands and forearms had visible veins, but not prominent enough to show that steroids had been at work. No, this body was the result of hours and hours of sweaty tanks and musky shorts. His hip line created the perfect V that lead to his swinging dick. As he shifted back and forth while texting, so did his package. His cock was about 6 inches soft, cut, and with a vein that ran the length of his cock and split right before the head. The head of his cock was wide and prominent, enough to leave anyone drooling with thoughts of wrapping their lips around it. Behind his cock was a set of hairy balls that hung even lower. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting hard at the thought of sucking on those low hung balls, salty sweat and all. All that was left to admire was his ass. Each time he shifted I could see his ass flex and round out a little bit more. To say he had a bubble butt was an understatement. This perfectly rounded ass was pure muscle, and I wouldn’t have minded parting all the muscle with my tongue.

There was one thing that surprised me about Gus, though. While I noticed his hairy chest in his string tank, I suppose I didn’t notice how far it spread. Gus had hair that spread across his thick pecs, all the way down his abs, collected at the base of his dick and spread across his cheeks and down his legs. My dick started to throb looking at the hair that perfectly lined his crack, thinking about finding his tight hole through all that hair. You could tell that Gus never trimmed his body hair. Standing in front of me was an all-natural Adonis of a man.

While in my Gus trance, I lost my balance and hit my bag against a locker making a bang. He quickly turned to see who it was, his swinging package following suit and slapping his thigh. His face lit up when he realized it was me.

“Hey Hunter, I was wondering if you were going to leave me hanging in here.”

I didn’t need to leave him hanging, he very clearly already had that covered. I smiled and said, “Yeah sorry, I looked around for a little longer and then had to find where the locker room was. Charli obviously can’t come in here, so she forgot to show me where I needed to go.”

He laughed, “No worries! I just have to be at work by 9:30 and wanted to leave enough time to catch a shower. I typically wait until the 9am crowd is gone before I come in here to finish up. It’s nice because I am usually the only one in here.”

“Did he say 9:30?” I thought. “That’s so funny, I am only here at this time because my new job said I could come in at 9:30 instead of 9 to avoid traffic. I didn’t tell them it was going to be used to avoid gym goers,” I laughed.

“No way. Well I guess I will have a locker room buddy then,” he said, wrapping a towel around his waist. “By the way, where is your new job? Maybe I know the place.”

I opened a locker by Gus and said, “It’s at ForwardRush. They are a tech company and I was just hired as their new corporate counsel to oversee their digital enterprise and compliance. It’s, ah, like a 5 minute walk from here actually. My car is already parked over there.” As I finished putting my things in the locker, I turned to see that Gus was just blankly staring at me. “What?” I asked.

“So you are the guy that got the job,” he continued to look stunned. “I work for ForwardRush as a corporate secretary and recommended my friend for the job. She told me that it was between her and another candidate. When I tried to put in a good word, they told me that the other guy blew her out of the water and they already decided.”

I stared at him dumbfounded. Not only did I just find out that I would get to see this gorgeous man five days a week, but I also got the job he recommended his friend for. I do not know if I should be elated or start to panic. I managed to stammer out, “I…ah…I am sorry to hear that your…ah… friend didn’t get the job. Knowing that we will be seeing each other here and…ah…at work every day, I feel bad.”

Slowly a smirk cracked across his face, “Ah it’s all good. I was only doing it because, my friend, she and I used to date.” She. There is was again, more flashing sirens that he was straight. “I wouldn’t have minded seeing her every day, but definitely no hard feelings. You know that song, ‘All my exes live in Texas’? Well I’m happy my old crush doesn’t work at ForwardRush.”

Without even hesitating, I blurted out, “WOW that was really bad. Like normally there are puns and then there are bad dad puns. That wasn’t even in the same universe as those two. It was so much worse.” I laughed.

“Listen, I never said I was a comic. For all you know I am a meat head who was going to use that as the opening line for my budding comedy career.”

“If that’s the opening line then I don’t think your comedy career will ever blossom,” I said through a chuckle. “Plus, as first impressions go, you don’t seem like a meat head. I think there is plenty underneath the surface.”

He continued staring at me with a dumb smile until he realized he hadn’t taken his eyes off of me. “Oh my bad man, I didn’t mean to stare I will turn around when you change. I played sports growing up, so I’m used to being naked in a locker room I don’t even think twice.”

It dawned on me he was referring to the fact that while we had been chatting, I hadn’t begun to change out of my clothes. “It’s all good, I don’t mind. We had been chatting so much that I forgot I should be changing. Where can I get a towel to wrap up in?”

“They are down the other end of the locker room. I know it’s super dumb, it’s like they want you to prance around with your dick out,” he said while locking up his locker. “I can run down the end and grab you one if you want?”

I thought about it for a minute. What did I have to be ashamed of? I had a pretty nice package; it was just the rest of me I was not so keen on showing off. “You said that we are the only two in here?”

“Yeah, there was no one in here when I came in and I haven’t heard anyone else come in since we started talking. Like I said, I am usually the only one here at this time.”

This is a new city, a new gym, and a new guy I am talking to. It’s time to be bold. “No that’s okay. If it’s just us two then I will strip down and just grab a towel when we get to the showers.” I began to undress and realized that Gus’ eyes were still on me. If I was going to be bold, I was going to keep the conversation going and face him while I undress to see where his eyes wander. “Is it always this hot in Santa Fe? I was drenched by the time I got here this morning and it was not even 7am yet.”

There he goes cracking that dumb smile again, “It depends on the time of year really. I mean in the summer, yeah, it’ll be 85 by 9am. But in the winter? That’s a whole different ball game. It won’t be 85 until like 9:30 in the morning.”

He begins to laugh as I roll my eyes. “Let me guess. That’s the backup joke for when your ‘exes live in Texas’ joke falls flat?” He tries not to laugh at my joke, but I can tell he is really enjoying our banter. While we have been talking, I managed to undress all the way to my jockstrap. I can tell he is trying to keep eye contact with me, but like I said, my dick and balls in a jockstrap make a full package. He breaks eye contact, if only for a second, but I know exactly what he looked at. No point in trying to be shy now.

I continue rattling on about the walk from work and turn away from Gus so he can get an eyeful of my ass. When I turn back, I slide my jock down my legs and let my thick cock spring free. The cool air feels nice on my sweaty balls. It feels even nicer knowing there are a pair of eyes that are trying to avoid taking it all in. I bend over to pick up my jock knowing that Gus will get a full view of my ass and tight hole. Bent over, I look between my legs for a second and see something under his towel jump. He might be straight, but I don’t think he can say he doesn’t like what he sees.

I close my locker, slap my lock shut, and turn to ask, “Ready to give me the tour?”

“Shit, if you are going to let it all hang out like that then I’m going to join you,” he said as he drops his towel to the floor. My cock twinges at the thought of being completely naked with Gus, but I don’t think he notices.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m usually a little insecure about being completely naked in a locker room. But it’s just us so it’s fine for now,” I say.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t walk around naked if I didn’t want to,” he said taking a step closer. “Also, I don’t know what you are talking about? You have strong arms, thick lean legs, nice pecs, and a good looking dick. So what if you have a bit of a gut? I think guys who look like you are way better looking body types than I am. Dad bods are in aren’t they?!”

“Yeah I guess so,” I half laugh while turning away to hid how red my face has gotten. It’s not every day that a Greek God of a man standing naked in front of you tells you that he has checked you out and likes what he sees.

I motion for Gus to take the lead. As he passes me, I can’t help but notice that his cock has gotten thicker than when we first started chatting. I follow Gus around the to the end of the lockers, sneaking a peak at his hairy bouncing ass every step he takes. This locker room has everything you can imagine. A wall of free toiletries and towels, bathrooms, sauna, hot tub, showers, and even massage beds. “Well that explains the price,” I think to myself.

As we walk closer to the sauna Gus turns to me, “Hey if you are up for it, I usually do like 5-10 in the sauna each day before hitting the showers.”

“Yeah, I could use the detox,” I say as I pull the door to the sauna open. Inside are two levels of wooden benches on either side of the walls. I hop up on the left side and leave room for Gus figuring he wouldn’t want to be spread eagle across from me. To my surprise, he hopped up on the right side, sat down and opened his legs allowing his hung package to settle on the warm bench.

Leaning his head back, Gus lets out a big moan and says, “Man I love the sauna. I love to loosen up after my workout. Sometimes there are other guys in here, but for the most part I usually have it all to myself.” He lifted his head and smirked at me, “When no one’s here, I get to spread out and do whatever I want.”

I smiled back. “Get to do whatever I want? Now he is really testing my imagination,” I thought. Immediately I saw Gus laying on the sauna bench running his fingers over his damp hairy chest, taking the time to circle his nipples. Letting them get hard so he could play with them if he wanted to really take his time. Sliding his hands down his sweaty abs to get them slick and ready to stroke his cock. Starting at the base and sliding down until his grip catches on that thick head. Slowly opening his grip to slide the head into his hand, circling the tip to catch every drop of his precum. Releasing his throbbing cock only to lick his palm and taste his own salty sweetness.

“Fuck,” I think. I need to stop these thoughts otherwise I am going to be sporting a stiff cock pointed directly at Gus for him to see. When I snap back to reality, Gus has leaned his head back again, so he hasn’t seen the obvious semi I have going on. As I go to rest my own head against the wall, I can’t help but notice that Gus is also sporting an impressive semi. He must have felt his cock get heavier because he quickly switched positions. Only, he didn’t try and hide his semi. No, Gus lifted one leg onto the bench putting his hairy pink hole on display for me.

My breath caught in my chest. All I had wanted to do since seeing that ass, was slowly spread Gus’ cheeks and get my tongue into his tight hole. It took all my will power to not get off this bench, fall to my knees, and eat Gus’ ass until he begged me to fuck him.

Gus leaned forward, “So I…ah…” But it was too late. He had already seen where my eyes were fixed before I had the chance to dart them away. “I…ah…I’m sorry. I guess I should have warned you that when my dick rests against the warm bench it feels really good and I usually get a bit aroused.” His eyes now flashing to my semi hard cock before quickly making eye contact again.

I laugh a little while scratching the back of my neck, “It’s cool. To be honest it has been a while since I have walked around completely naked. The freeing feeling has me a little aroused too.” A complete lie, but Gus seems to buy it.

“For sure,” he says with a smile. “Listen we are both grown men and we would be lying if we said our dicks don’t have a mind of their own. One minute your dick is swinging free in your pants and the next it’s popping out of your waistband ready to go.

I can’t tell if he is serious, or just trying to make sure I don’t feel awkward, but I go with it. “Yeah, the worst for me is when I am training legs and I’m on the stationary bike in my compression shorts. The cool spandex rubbing against my dick as I pump my legs always gives me a hard on.”

“I totally get what you mean,” Gus says. “For me it’s when I’m doing the hip abductor. I break the gyms rule and don’t wear underwear when I work out so when I spread my legs against the hip machine, sometimes if my shorts are short enough my dick and balls will just fall right out.”

Now is my chance. “Yeah I noticed,” I try to say without smiling.

“Hey! I told you not to look up my shorts!” he smiles. “Sorry about that man, I didn’t mean to be standing so far over your head that you would be staring at my dick the entire set,” he laughs while stretching his back.

Fuck, it was an accident. But what was with the wink then? I have to stop reading into things so much and just assume the guys at the gym are straight until proven otherwise. Trust me, I have been going to the gym long enough to know the signs. The multiple looks in the locker room. The smiles as you pass them in the mirror. Their crotch rubbing your ass when they spot your squats. Gus had not done any of those things, why did I think he would want me to slide my dick between his cheeks? Afterall, some straight guys really do love just being naked all the time, and with a package like his, there isn’t a reason not to be.

I had been in my own head so long; I hadn’t realized Gus was still talking. “…honestly, it turns me on so much that sometimes I don’t put my dick back in my shorts until after I’ve completed my set.” He climbed off the sauna bench and faced me, dick swinging only a foot from my face. “Fuck man, that got kinky really fast,” he laughed. “You ready to hit the showers?”

I nodded. I was ready to hit the showers, and I was ready to stroke out a thick load. Fully committed to cumming all over the shower stall nest to Gus thinking about what I would do to that pink hole of his if I had the chance. Call it christening the new gym, I thought.

Gus walked me over to the showers and I had to stop for a minute and let my brain to register what I was seeing. These were not your typical open style or curtain gym showers. No, each shower was its own stall but separated by glass walls and a glass door.

“What the hell am I looking at?” I asked Gus.

He let out a loud cackle. “I was waiting to see what you would say. The first time I used this locker room, I stood here scratching my head for 10 minutes before someone else came in and used a shower. Then I got it.”

“So what am I looking at then?” I said with a smile.

“You are looking at state of the art frosting glass,” Gus said. He could tell by the look on my face that I still was not getting it. “See how all the doors are open?” he asked. “When you get in and close the door, the door will frost itself.”

“What about the walls?” I said. “It seems a little counterintuitive if just the door frosts and the walls stay glass when other guys are using the stalls next to you.”

“That was my thought too,” Gus said. “But when someone gets in the stall next to you and closes their door, the walls will frost. Watch, I’ll show you.”

I watched as Gus walked into the shower stall in front of us and closed the door. The second the door closed, it frosted itself and I couldn’t see him anymore. “Now step into one of the stalls next to me,” he said.

I stepped into the stall on his left. I could see him through the glass wall, and he motioned for me to shut the door. When I shut my door, the wall separating the two of us frosted. “See,” Gus said. “It’s actually really cool, but definitely confusing the first time you use them.”

“Shit,” I hear him say over the shower stall. “We forgot to grab towels. I’ll run and grab them real quick.”

I see the top of his stall door open and the glass defrosts. I stand there for a few seconds and decide to step out of the stall. I will be damned if I am going to miss Gus come running back with his cock and balls swinging. Standing fully out of the shower stall, I can hear Gus coming back before I see him. The sound of his heavy cock slapping the sides of his thighs as he comes jogging back. Sure enough, as he rounds the corner, I see his floppy cock swinging from left to right hypnotizing me. I try everything in my power to look away, but seeing this chiseled man swing his cock for my eyes, and my eyes only? I was not going to let that opportunity pass.

Arm outstretched, he handed me a towel. “Ready to hit the showers, big guy?” Gus says.

“Ready as I will ever be,” I reply. “This is going to feel so good after that workout. A nice release.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more,” Gus said nodding. But what Gus doesn’t know is my sweet release is going to come from stroking my thick cock thinking about him. Not the hot water against my sore muscles.

We both step into the stalls and I steal one last look at him before the doors shut and the glass frosts. I start the water and get it to the temperature I like, and waste no time playing with my cock. The warm water feels good running down my shaft, so I wait a few seconds for the heat of the shower to get my blood pumping. Starting at the base, I grip my stiffening cock and slowly drag my hand down to the tip. It only takes a few strokes before my 7inch cock is stiff and throbbing. I reach over and grab some of the body wash that the gym provides and lather my cock up. With my cock in my right hand, I lift my left arm and take in a whiff of my pit. Damn that smells amazing. I close my eyes and start pumping my cock at the thought of smelling every inch of Gus. Starting with spreading those muscled legs of his until I could lick every inch of his taint and take in the musk of his hairy, sweaty balls. Sucking one of his balls into my mouth and tasting the salty sweet of his hard work out.

“Fuck,” I think to myself. “Slow down cowboy, I know you can’t spend all day in here, but you’re already about to bust.”

I slow down the pumping of my cock and start letting my legs do some of the work. I lean my back against the glass wall, grip my pulsing cock with both hands, and start pumping my legs. I imagine holding Gus’ head between my hands and fucking his throat. Listening to him choke while my thick cock hits the back of his throat, only to pull back and do it again. God his throat feels so fucking good. I am getting close to busting when I start to hear small moans from the other side of the glass.

I wait a minute or two to see if it will stop and it doesn’t. My heart skips a beat. Could Gus’ be stroking that long cock of his right on the other side of this glass? Fuck if only I could see, then I would have enough imagery to stroke my cock for months. Come home every night after a long day of seeing his ass in tight dress pants, relax and bring back the memories of Gus jerking his cock right next to me. If only this frosted glass was not here.

“Wait,” I think. “The door controls the frosted glass. If I crack the door open, the glass wall will defrost, and I will be able to see Gus in all of his glory again. I just have to make it seem like an accident.

My heart is racing. Am I really about to do this? Yes, the answer is yes. The muffled moaning has not stopped, and I will regret not opening this door every single day if I don’t. “Just do it on three,” I say to myself. “One, two…fuck it’s now or never. Three.”

I slap my hand against the door popping it open and yell out, “Ow fuck that hurt, damn!” As I turn around, I almost black out. I see Gus leaning with his left arm against the glass wall separating the two shower stalls, rock hard cock in his right hand. He continues to bite his lip and pump his cock as he looks up and makes eye contact with me. Instead of embarrassment, he just smiles and glances down. I realize he is looking at my own throbbing cock pointed straight at him.

He stops stroking his cock and stands up. Slowly, and without taking his eyes off of me, he opens his door and steps into my shower stall. I crack a smile and ask, “What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Gus says. “Clearly you need some help stroking your cock and so do I.” I want to make sure he is serious, but he cut me off. “I told you these glass walls are frosted, which means they still have some transparency.”

Confused at what he was getting at, I asked, “What does that have to do w…”

“Well when I was washing my body and giving my own cock a pull, I saw your two ass cheeks leaning against the frosted glass. And then I saw those ass cheeks start slapping against the glass, almost inviting me to slip my cock between them. So I soaped up my cock, leaned against the glass and imagined slipping all 8inches of my cock in that tight hole I saw earlier.”

Just hearing Gus describe how he wanted to fuck me was enough to make me dizzy with ecstasy. I was so turned on that my cock was visibly pulsing, and Gus noticed. “I was also curious about what your cock looked like rock hard. I saw it jump when you sneaked a peak of my dick up my shorts, and holy fuck is it thick. Let’s see if I can wrap my mouth around it.”

Gus dropped to his knees and before I could even react, and wrapped his lips around the head of my cock. Fuck his warm mouth felt so good. I took his head in my hand and slowly guided his mouth all the way down to the base of my cock. I was surprised he could take my cock that far; most guys could only get about halfway before gagging. Damn did it feel good to hit the back of his throat. Gus pulled back and looked at me with his ice blue eyes. “Does the back of my throat feel good Hunter?” he mumbled.

“Fuck yeah it does,” I gasped. “I want to face fuck you so bad.”

“What’s stopping you?” he moaned.

Taking his head in both of my hands and leaning back against the glass, I began to slowly thrust my fat cock into Gus’ mouth. With no gag reflex, I pull his head to the based and hold it there while I tickle the back of his throat. Feeling the warm spit pooling to slick up my cock, I pull back and start face fucking him hard. When he pushes back to come up for air, he let my cock fall out of his mouth and licked his way down to my balls. Gliding his tongue back to my head, he began to lick all the precum off my tip before swallowing it all back down his throat.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “I am getting really close Gus.”

He pulled his head back and looked up at me. “I want you to blow your load down my throat. I want you to fill my mouth and make me swallow it. Take every drop of you down so that when I talk to your boss today, I’ll have you on my breath.”

That was all I needed to hear for my balls to clench and my cock to throb. Pushing his head all the way back down to the base of my fat cock, I shot my thick load right down his throat. When he went to pull back, I held his head there because I wasn’t finished. Between moving and finding a new job, I hadn’t blown my load in three months. I was not about to waste a drop of it.

When Gus lifted his head with tears in his eyes, he said, “Fuck Hunter. I think that was the biggest load I’ve ever swallowed.”

I cracked a smile. Realizing that I really wanted to kiss him, I helped him up and pulled his face into mine. Without flinching, Gus pressed his lips against mine and kissed me long and hard. When I pulled back to look at him, he leaned back in, this time slipping his tongue in my mouth. I followed suit by flicking my tongue across his and taste my own load. Pressing my body into his, I could feel Gus’ hard cock rubbing between the two of us.

I pulled back. “You didn’t get off?” I said.

He smirked. “Not yet, I wanted to focus on giving you the best blowjob of your life. I could tell you were itching to blow you load, and I wanted to taste it.”

“Okay, looks like it’s my turn,” I said. I begin to drop to my knees when Gus caught me.

“I don’t really cum from blowjobs,” he said. “I never really have, but if you are up for it, I’ve been fantasizing about stretching that tight hole of yours ever since you bent over by the lockers.”

Fuck, did he really just ask if he could fuck me? This Greek God of a man with a cock to match, wants to fuck me? Before I even let the words process, I said, “We just met each other, but I did just blow my load down your throat, so why not?”

With the biggest smile on his face, Gus kissed me one last time before turning me around and bending me over against the glass. I was surprised when I felt his hands part my ass cheeks and a tongue lick up and down my crack. Each time he passed my hole, my knees got a little weaker. Finally, I felt his tongue stop on my hole and begin to circle it. Bringing his face in to kiss my hole and rim it with the edge of his tongue.

When I couldn’t hold it back any longer, I reached back and grabbed his face, pushing it into my ass. I felt his tongue open up the edge of my hole and start jamming in and out. I couldn’t help but let out a load moan. It had been a while since I was tongue fucked and Gus knew exactly what he was doing. Flicking his tongue around the rim, opening me up and licking every inch of my insides. I start gyrating my hips to let him know that I want more than just a tongue.

Gus stands up and starts sliding his long cock between my cheeks. “You want me to fuck you?” he moans into my ear.

“Yes please,” I beg. “I want you to open my hole with that big cock and show me what you can do.”

I don’t have to wait long before I can feel the tip of his throbbing cock slide into my tight hole. I gasp. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten fucked, but damn does it feel good. Gus slowly leans into me, pushing his cock inch after inch in my hole.

I hear him let out a moan. “Fuck Hunter, it’s been a while since I have put my dick in an ass this tight. I’m not even all the way in and you’ve already got me close.”

I smile. “Don’t cum yet. I want you to open my ass all the way up and make me blow another load.”

BAM. Gus thrusts the rest of his cock into my hole. I yell out of surprise and ecstasy. Slowly he pulls his cock back and thrusts back into me. My hole slowly giving way to all of his inches. He lifts my right leg and pushes me into the wall. My cock now fully hard again rubbing against the slick glass. Pump after pump, Gus fucks his cock deeper and deeper into me until he hits my g-spot. I gasp and grip his waist, holding him in place. Keeping the tip of his cock against my prostate. I hear a laugh.

“Ah there it is,” Gus says. “I was wondering when I was going to hit it. Now that I have found it,” he thrusts into me again. “I’m going to make that cock of yours bust hands free.”

Slowing down to small thrusts he begins playing with my g-spot. I start to slump, and he pulls my right leg higher knowing he has got me weak at the knees. I arch my back pushing against him, wanting every last inch to fill my hole. He has me close again, and I am not going to let this wave pass me.

Releasing my leg, Gus takes hold of my hips and starts fucking me harder and harder. I feel his tongue ride up the small of my back up past my shoulder blades. “Fuck, your hole is so fucking tight. I could fuck this hole all day,” he says. “Hunter I’m getting really close, where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside me,” I beg. “I am close again.”

“Fuck yes,” Gus says as he begins to pump into me faster. “Oh fuck I’m going to cum, Hunter. I’m going to fill up this tight ass of yours. Fuck here it comes.”

That’s all I need to hear for my cock to start blowing another load. As my cock spurts and drains my balls for a second time, I feel Gus slow his thrusts and cum inside me. Gus lowers his head against my back as he slowly thrusts letting spurt after spurt of his load into my ass.

“Fuck man,” I hear him say. “That was so fucking hot. I haven’t blown a load that big in a while.”

I slowly lift off of his cock and let his load drip from my hole. I turn to Gus and smile, “That was the first time I’ve cum twice in a long time.” I lean in for a kiss and stick my tongue back down his throat. “I guess we should actually rinse off now, I think we are already late for work.”

Stepping out of my stall, Gus turns and says, “Yeah but I was just showing our new Corporate Counsel around the gym, I think they will understand.” He winks.

Closing the door, I watch that tight ass disappear behind frosted glass. “This is going to be fun,” I think.