Fucked by an angry straight guy

Late night session at the gym. I prefer it. No one to take up the machines. I get in and hit the locker room. Two guys in the room. One’s an older but built guy and the other is a guy right outta a fucking porn. Big, military cut hair, muscled, hairless and a massive cock. “Damn…” I thought. It was as if he heard my thoughts cause he looked up at me and just stared. I looked away and got to changing. He finished first and headed out. I wasn’t far behind.

He hit the bench press, laid on his back, his shorts riding up tight forcing his dick up. He grabbed the bar flexing his big biceps and lifted. I sat on the preacher curl machine in front of him and curled slowly, focused, imagining sitting on it and riding.

He caught me again, looked at me, rolled his eyes and shook his head. He could easily crush me if he wanted.

I did my routine stealing looks when I could. He did deadlifts facing the mirror and when he bent over I couldn’t resist his tight ass. He busted me in the reflection but kept pumping.

I finished and went back to the locker room and hit the showers and started stroking my semi. Then I heard the water come in another stall. I pull the curtain back a bit and see him getting in.

I was jerking hard now knowing he was right there. All that hard, sweaty meat. I felt my balls tingle. Pulled the tip in short strokes causing full body shivers. Put my fingers in my ass, deep. Moaned softly, “uuuunghh…” Felt it rising from the base, pounding now, every muscle in my body tight then that sweet feeling of release. I fell back against the wall still lightly playing with myself and watching cum drain away. Out of breath I turn the water off and towel down, step out to get changed.

He was right behind me and threw his towel on a bench, my back was to him.

“Hey.”

I ignored it.

“I said HEY!” A deep commanding voice.

I turn to face him, still kinda hard. He looked at me stone faced.

“I saw you looking at me out there.”

I stood wide eyed. No denying it.

“You a fag?”

Oh danger. I’m not one to back off a fight but he was a mountain of a man.

“Yeah you’re a fag. Fucking queer. You like it in the ass? I bet you do.”

“What do want from me?” I managed to say in a confident voice that kinda surprised me.

“What do I want? I want to teach you a lesson.”

He moved to me, stood over me and grabbed me by the neck and slammed me into the lockers. Immediately thought of high school. He put his face right to mine and I could feel his heat.

“I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you sooo hard.” He stated in a voice I’m sure he thought would scare me but just turned me on.
“You couldn’t fuck me hard enough.” I dared.

With his big hand still around my throat he moved me to the bench.

“Turn around and bend over.” He ordered and I complied.

He grabbed my left hip and positioned himself with his right. I felt him find the spot and with no warning thrust it in. God he was gonna split me in half and I was loving it. He showed no mercy and slammed away.

“AAAAGGHHH!!” I throated.

“Shut up faggot!”

Then I thought, what if we’re get caught? Kicked out? Maybe join in? I could only hope. But it was just the two of us.

“I’m gonna fill your ass up.”

“Do it.” I demanded.

“I’m there. I’m there. FuuuUUUCCKK YEAH TAKE MY LOAD! UUUUNGGHH!!!

He pulled out and pushed me down on the bench hard.

“Don’t ever let me catch you looking at me again or you’ll get this again.”

“You say that like it’s a threat.”

“Not a threat, a promise.” He scowled.

“I don’t promise.” I smirked.

We got dressed and as he pulled his underwear up I looked. I stared. I smiled.

“Fucking fag.” He said with just a hint of a smile and walked out.

Late night sessions at the gym. I prefer it.

by Runt Bottom

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