I’d been going to my current gym for about two years. It was a step up from my previous place - more like a country club. Think certain tax-bracket individuals, sauna, tennis courts, etc. You know the type. I’d joined to escape my previous gym, which was oversaturated with ego-lifters and teenagers constantly taking up equipment just to chat instead of work out, so having a quiet gym was a welcome change.
I tend to work out at different times of the day, depending on when I can sneak away from my desk for an hour or two without being distracted. There was never a set time, but no matter when I went, it was always quiet. For quite a large gym, there were probably only ever fifteen people there at peak times. The staff mostly manned the reception and pool areas, and the gym itself was a floor above, so you’d only ever see the occasional PT upstairs.
There were a few good-looking guys who trained there, but because of the nature of the place, it was usually much older men working out at any given time. Most of the time I was in there by myself, AirPods in, focused on my workout. Every so often you’d check somebody out, but it was more that their physique was impressive than anything else.
That was until the day I saw him.
Everyone has a gym crush. It means different things to different people, I guess - guys attracted to girls, girls to guys, girls to other girls, etc. I’d noticed in the past that guys would joke about their male gym crushes, but that was typically appreciating another guy’s physique as opposed to actually wanting to rip their clothes off and climb them like a tree.
Whereas mine was exactly like that.
I remember seeing him for the first time and literally stopping in my tracks. I was on a bench in the free-weights section, and he was on a squat rack with his friend to my right. He was about 6'5", if not taller, built like a rugby player, and handsome as hell. He wore a tight gym top where you could clearly see the size of his chest underneath and his huge, muscular arms straining against the sleeves. He wore really short shorts - the type I also wear to the gym when I’m feeling a little slutty. His arse filled them perfectly, along with his thick thighs. His face looked sculpted, with a strong jawline and a slight bit of stubble. He had bright blue eyes and short brown hair styled back off his face.
I’d never seen anyone in person with such an incredible physique and face to match. I wanted him to ruin me.
I caught myself staring at him through the mirror for far longer than I’d realised between sets and noticed that I’d also managed to get hard daydreaming about him. I snapped out of it quickly and carried on with my next set, trying to catch glimpses of him squatting through the mirror. After finishing my last set of overhead presses, I stayed on the bench. I was struggling to lose my erection and luckily there was nobody near me to notice while I worked out.
I stayed sitting there, trying not to look back over at him, but as I gave in to my urges, I saw him looking back at me.
Had he seen me staring at him? Or worse, had he seen the tent I was pitching in my shorts?
I panicked, returned my weights, and moved to the other side of the gym, trying not to think about it. He was with his friend working out, so all I could think about was them seeing me and laughing about it together.
Another half hour passed, and I’d finished for the day. Without really thinking about it, I headed over to the water fountain to refill my bottle before leaving and realised he was there doing the same thing. I waited my turn, staying a few yards back, trying not to draw attention to myself before he turned around and noticed me.
“Hey,” he said with a smile on his face.
His voice was deep and manly. Just that one word made me weak at the knees.
I couldn’t form any words, so I gave him a half-smile and a small nod, trying to play it as cool as I could before he headed back over to his friend.
The entire drive home I couldn’t stop thinking about him. It had been a long while since I’d had any sort of crush, and nobody had ever had this lasting an impact on me. I desperately needed to know more about him.
The only thing I could think to do was go onto the club’s Instagram page and trawl through their followers. I had no other way of finding out who he was, so one by one I clicked into every person I thought it could possibly be before realising it was futile and giving up.
Three weeks went by, and I never saw him again in the gym. It probably didn’t help that my own schedule was so erratic that I was there at different times on different days. Somehow, despite this, no matter what time I went, there was always one person who seemed to be there at exactly the same time.
Why is that?
And why couldn’t it be him?
The following Friday, I was stuck working late. Usually my day finished around 6 p.m., but I was going away on holiday the following morning, so I had a lot to wrap up before I put my out-of-office on. The entire day I’d been horny as hell, but I needed to focus as much as possible. Plus, I have a thing where if I’m going to the gym, I like to get a workout in first and then come home and knock one out while I’m sweaty and feeling good after lifting heavy. It just makes the release better.
I logged off around 8:30 p.m. and headed to the gym. Luckily, on Fridays and Saturdays, a lot of members go to the club room for beers and to watch whatever football or rugby match is on, so the club stays open much later.
The gym was completely empty except for two people walking side by side on treadmills in the cardio section. It was leg day, so I headed over to a squat rack and started loading up the weights.
In my horny frame of mind, I’d worn a white Versace thong underneath my shorts before leaving the house. I figured the riskiness of being caught in them would turn me on even more.
I was in the zone and had just finished a set and reracked the bar when I noticed him standing behind me watching. He couldn’t have been there for long - maybe a minute at most.
I was panting heavily after nearly failing my last squat and realised my shorts had dropped slightly, meaning there was a good chance the thong I was wearing was on display. Part of me was embarrassed, but another part of me hoped it was and that he’d noticed.
He somehow looked even sexier than the last time I saw him. He still wore really short shorts, with his huge thighs and arse making them look as though they were about to burst at the seams. He was wearing a grey tank top that highlighted how big his arms were and the definition in his chest.
I saw him walking towards me and tried to compose myself and catch my breath.
“Hey, man,” he said, his voice as manly and sultry as I remembered from weeks ago. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I responded, wiping the visible sweat dripping from my brow, unsure whether it was from the squat or just his presence. “You?”
“Yeah. Erm, would you mind spotting me on the bench press? I don’t think those two will be much help.”
He nodded towards the older couple now slowly incline-walking on the treadmills.
“Oh yeah, of course.”
I followed him over to the bench. He started loading the bar with 150 kg. I’d been going to the gym for a while and was nowhere near that. While I was toned, I wasn’t nearly as muscular as he was.
He lay down on the bench, and I let my mind wander as I stood over this unbelievable man. While I focused on his body, I tried to control mine. The last thing I needed was to lose control and get hard again. Now was definitely not the time, despite how horny I’d been all day and the fact that I wanted nothing more than to climb on top of him.
He managed to finish his reps and only needed me to assist on the final one as he approached failure. He sat up, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
“Thanks so much.”
“Honestly, anytime,” I smiled at him.
“I remember you from a few weeks back. Do you always come here this late? I don’t think I’ve seen you since,” he asked.
“Oh, err, no, not really. I come four or five days a week, but it’s just whenever I can get here. Sometimes it’s the middle of the day, sometimes it’s this late. It just depends on work.”
“Ah, I see.”
I thought I sensed some disappointment wash over his face, but I was probably imagining it.
“Anyway, I should probably crack on,” I said, trying to act casual. “But if you need me again, just give me a shout. Those two have gone now, so they’re definitely no help. I smiled.
He looked behind him at the now-empty treadmills.
“Oh yeah. Anyway, thanks so much,” he replied.
I started to walk back over to the leg press, trying to focus on my workout so I could go home and use this as material to knock one out later. Everything about him seemed straight, so I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
“Nice underwear, by the way,” he shouted over, a slight laugh in his voice.
I was mortified. The only thing I could do was look back and laugh it off with him before carrying on as normal
I’d finished my workout and headed to the bathroom before driving home. The toilets sat just off the gym floor, hidden behind two heavy doors and a short hallway that always smelled faintly of disinfectant and sweat. Three urinals lined the wall opposite two cubicles.
The place was empty. Or at least, I thought it was.
I took the urinal furthest from the entrance out of instinct more than necessity. Some unwritten male rule. As I started pissing, I heard the outer door open.
Footsteps.
I glanced sideways casually at first, expecting some random guy. Instead, it was him. My gym crush. For a second, we both froze in surprise.
He was panting, his huge chest rising and falling heavily. Sweat glistened across his entire body, defining his huge muscles even more. He ran a hand through his damp hair before stepping up to the urinal directly beside me. Not the one furthest away. The one next to me.
“Hey again” he said. His voice was deep.
“Hey, man,” I replied, trying to sound normal.
“Thanks again for the spot before,” he said. “And sorry about the underwear joke earlier. I was trying to be funny.”
I laughed awkwardly.
“They were sexy though,” he added.
That hit me harder than it should have. My cock twitched instantly in my hand.
Silence settled between us after that, thick and strange.
I’d already finished pissing, but I stayed there anyway. Partly because leaving now would feel weird. Mostly because I didn’t want to walk away from him.
Up close, he absolutely towered over me. I’m six feet exactly - tall enough normally - but beside him I felt small. He looked down toward me with the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Nice cock,” he said quietly. My stomach flipped. “I had a feeling it would be.”
Everything in my body locked up. For weeks I’d imagined him noticing me. Thinking about me. Wanting me. And suddenly this wasn’t fantasy anymore. Slowly, I glanced down.
His thick cock rested heavy in his hand while the last stream of piss hit the urinal. Even soft, it looked huge. Bigger than anything I’d ever seen in real life.
“Wow,” I breathed before I could stop myself.
He laughed softly.
“You like it?”
I nodded immediately.
“When I first saw you here a few weeks ago,” he said, “I wanted to know what you looked like underneath those shorts.”
My dick hardened painfully at his words.
“I’ve been thinking about you since.” The air suddenly felt too hot.
He glanced down between us.
“Maybe you want to clean me up?”
For a second I didn’t understand. Then he tilted his head toward the cock in his hand. My pulse exploded.
I dropped to my knees before I could think better of it.
The cold tile pressed against my shins, but I barely felt it. All I could focus on was him standing over me.
He turned slightly toward me, giving me a better view.
Jesus Christ.
Thick.
Heavy.
Perfect.
I wrapped my lips around the head carefully, tasting the final traces of piss and sweat. A low groan escaped his throat immediately.
Encouraged, I took more of him.
My tongue slid slowly along the underside of his shaft while my hand stroked the base. I wanted to enjoy this. Drag it out. Make him lose control.
His cock grew harder with every second in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
I looked up at him while easing him deeper down my throat.
The expression on his face nearly pushed me over the edge right there. His jaw clenched. Chest heaving. Eyes locked on me. I pulled back just enough to breathe and wrapped my hand around him instead.
Even with my fingers stretched wide, I couldn’t fully grip the thickness.
“Such a good mouth,” he said softly.
The praise sent heat rushing through me. I sucked him harder. This time both his hands slid into my hair. Not rough. Just controlling. Guiding my throat
He pushed me deeper until my nose brushed against his trimmed pubic hair. I gagged around him, and the sound seemed to drive him insane.
“Fuck, don’t stop.”
My eyes watered as I relaxed my throat and took him again. He held me there for several long seconds before finally pulling me back.
I gasped for air.
Strings of spit clung between my lips and his cock. He looked down at me like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Neither could I.
I stayed on my knees, kissing slowly along his shaft before burying my face against his balls. They smelled of sweat from his workout — musky and masculine enough to make my head spin. I licked them slowly while stroking him in my hand.
Then the hallway door opened.
Instantly we both moved.
I shot upright and turned back toward the urinal, pulling my hard cock out like I’d just been standing there the entire time. He adjusted himself quickly and moved one urinal over.
The guy who entered barely glanced at us before disappearing into one of the cubicles.
The second the door shut behind him, my gym crush looked sideways at me and mouthed: “I’m gonna cum all over you.”
My knees nearly gave out. I shifted closer again while the guy in the cubicle pissed.
Slowly, carefully, I wrapped my hand around his cock beneath the divider line between us.
He exhaled sharply. Every tiny movement suddenly felt dangerous. Exciting.
The sound of piss hitting water behind us seemed to last forever. My heart hammered so loudly I was convinced the other guy could hear it.
Finally, the cubicle lock clicked.
I moved away immediately.
The stranger washed his hands, checked his phone, and left without noticing a thing.
The second the outer door shut again, tension snapped.
“Get your clothes off,” he said.
The command in his voice made my stomach tighten.
“What?”
“I said take your fucking clothes off.”
I hesitated only briefly.
“What if somebody comes back in?”
“I don’t care.”
Neither did I. Not anymore.
I stripped quickly, pulling my shirt over my head before lowering my shorts. My thong and hard cock underneath immediately caught his attention.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered.
The way he looked at me made my entire body burn.
“Turn around.”
I obeyed instantly.
I felt his fingers hook the thin fabric aside before he spat into his hand. A second later his fingertips traced slowly over my tight hole.
I shivered.
Then he pushed one finger inside.
I moaned quietly and arched back against him.
My cock throbbed beneath the fabric while he worked me open slowly, teasing me just enough to make me desperate.
“You like that?” he asked near my ear.
“Yes.”
“Yeah? You want more?”
“Please.”
The word slipped out embarrassingly fast.
He laughed under his breath.
Then he pulled my thong all the way down.
The reality of where we were hit me again for a second.
Completely naked.
In a public gym bathroom.
Anyone could walk in.
Instead of scaring me, it only made me harder, and I dropped back to my knees instinctively. He stood over me fully hard now, huge and thick and impossible to ignore. I looked up at him as he grabbed my hair firmly.
“Do you want this cock?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Open.”
I did.
He pushed into my mouth immediately, harder this time. Faster. Needier.
My throat tightened around him as he fucked my face in steady thrusts, forcing soft gagging noises from me every time he hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
I grabbed my own cock and stroked it desperately in time with his movements.
Saliva coated my chin. My eyes watered. And I loved every second of it.
Eventually his pace faltered and I felt his cock pulse heavily on my tongue.
“I’m close,” he warned.
I sucked him deeper. Harder. His breathing became uneven.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck…”
Suddenly he pulled out and yanked my head back by the hair.
“Tongue out.”
I obeyed instantly.
He came with a loud groan, thick ropes landing across my tongue, my lips, my face.
Then more.
And more.
His legs shook while he finished himself over me. The sight alone nearly pushed me over the edge.
I took him back into my mouth immediately, licking him clean while tasting his release.
That finally did it.
I came hard, shooting thick loads across the bathroom floor with a broken moan.
For several long seconds neither of us moved.
I stayed on my knees looking up at him. He towered over me, cock still hard and looking down at me. Panting heavily.
Eventually I pushed myself upright and walked shakily toward the sinks.
My reflection stopped me cold.
My face was absolutely covered in his warm cum.
Behind me, he laughed breathlessly.
“Fuck,” he said. “That was intense.”
I looked back at him. His cock was still hanging out. Still half hard. Still wet from my mouth.
“It was incredible,” I admitted.
I started cleaning myself up while trying to steady my breathing.
He walked over behind me and used his thumb to wipe a streak of cum from my cheek and he pressed the thumb against my lips. I sucked it clean automatically. His grin widened.
“Good boy.”
The praise made my stomach tighten all over again.
“Next time,” he said quietly, “I’m fucking you properly.”
I could barely think straight enough to respond.
I just nodded.
Still breathless.
Still aching for him.
He pulled his shorts back on and headed for the door without another word.
I watched him leave, my pulse still racing.
I stood there alone, still fully naked in the gym bathroom, droplets of cum dripping from my cock onto the cold tiles below.
I didn’t even know his name.
But I already knew there’d be a next time.
