Gym Stall Quickie

He may have been the sexiest stud in the gym. But in one way it turned that he was just like me, just another man looking for sex who knew exactly what he wanted. It was natural to him. It was good he was not the boy I was training.

He approached me after the greater part of an hour eye-fucking me. I was doing curls at the free weights on a bench. He rubbed his impressive ass as he stood in front of me with his bulging compression pants at my eye level. It was an unmistakably clear indication of what he wanted while obviously looking down at my crotch as I looked up at his. I nearly lost control of the dumbbell because I was worked up from my last session with a fortyish muscle dad who was straighter than I would have liked.

“How many more sets?” Nice, a deep voice.

“This is it,” I somehow managed to overcome the distraction of him rubbing that bubbling butt of his to answer.

His scent was heady, his sweat just enough stronger than his soap from an earlier shower that it tickled my gonads.

“Good.”

I finished and got unsteadily to my feet to put the weights back. I was embarrassed by my susceptibility and took a breath to steady and regain myself. When I turned he turned away and walked toward the locker room. Those glutes bouncing were the siren’s call, the blood was rushing to my rod.

He walked into the handicap stall which I usually reprimand men for using when they are not qualified. A brother in a wheelchair has raised my consciousness to a level annoying to abusers of such facilities. Today I knew this would be quick and ignored the urge. I threw the latch behind me.

He was kneeling. Like a good muscle bitch. Looking down at his well developed traps and delts exposed by his string tank, his protruding pecs with thick nipples prominent, his ropey veins and arteries in his arms and thick neck pumping blood to match my throbbing member tangled in my jockstrap inside my bulging shorts. I put my hand on his sweaty shaven scalp with the force he wanted and expected.

“Take it out,” I told him. Then I repeated louder that anyone could have heard: “Pull it out, you sexy little bitch, and make sure you suck it properly.”

“I’ll suck your nuts out through your pisshole. Then you’ll know what a proper blowjob is. You’re huge, obviously, but I can handle a big man like you.”

I knew I was big when I am hard. It’s deceiving when I’m soft but the way he talked about it made me even harder in my already strained jockstrap.

He handled me before he complied. His thick muscular hand and forearm moving made his biceps, delts and traps dance for me. My breath caught for the beauty of it and I overlooked his noncompliance. Briefly.

“Get to work,” I growled in a low volume. “Get it good and wet for your muscle pussy!”

He looked up at me. Not Hollywood handsome but a head turner at this angle, in his place. “Fuck yes, sir!”

His gym pants were tented obscenely enough that I could see the protrusion and a wet spot with my view down between his pecs. I like them eager. I couldn’t have cared less about his size and yet there was some satisfaction in having a decent-dicked muscle bitch of decades my junior wanting me.

He pulled my shorts and jockstrap down with a rough jerk suck that my hard rod was twisted down painfully and then sprung up into his face hard. The scrape across his close-shaven beard sparked my ‘nads anew. My own pre smeared on his cheekbone.

“Nice!” he said. The affirmation was unnecessary but appreciated nonetheless.

He licked my tip and then took hold of my sensitive balls. My hand on his head tightened to wordlessly signal him to be gentle with my jewels, though I had no intention of being gentle with his pussy.

Then I was inside his mouth and his real talents began to be revealed. My head passed into his throat effortlessly. His handling of my hanging balls was stimulating and demanding yet still gentle enough to not distract me from the pleasure of his wet sucking.

He felt along my hamstring and moaned his appreciation around my head in his throat. His hand continued to run and squeeze down my calf and the humming affirmations continued their addition to his oral stimulation.

I’m not a guy who cums from blowjobs easily but the muscle boy might as well be a pro. My balls felt like a flame was being ignited in my scrot. I debated if he’s that good a cocksucker his hole must be pretty used too and that wasn’t a good omen. But then if he’s that good a cocksucker and has the muscle structure he’s developed, he must also know how to work the muscles in that well-formed pussy.

I pushed the hungry muscle bitch off my rod. His look was obedience, not petulance. He awaited instruction. This one might be a keeper.

I pulled him up by his sweaty armpits and shoved him over the toilet. I wanted to take a deep inhale of my fingers to enjoy the boy’s hard earned sweat, but instead I stuck to the primary objective. As he stood with that magnificent ass out allowing me to have my way I pulled the waist of his compression pants out and over those two melons. I left his sweaty jock in place.

I hocked a healthy glob of snot and spit right into his boy-hole. He moaned and moved his butt in a twerk which made my smoldering balls flame.

I crouched and brought my face to that perfectly smooth cleft. I pulled the mounds apart as much as I could and inhaled deep. My senses exploded from the potency of his masculinity. The testosterone, his unique brand of it, a hint of soap the right touch of musky funk spurred my tongue in.

His hole tasted even better. It was tight to my tongue’s push. The tautness of his buttocks seemed to clamp onto my face and hold me in position. The amazing taste of his sweat was amazing to inhale while my nose was pressed into his hairless crack. He worked backward into me with a gyrating rotation. His hole relaxed enough for my tongue to get inside.

His taste inside was stronger, not in a bad way, more tangy manly. I fucked his hole with my tongue and sucked on the delicious inside of him. I got deeper with each push of his body. His hole was tight around my swirling tongue even though he was open to me. I wanted to climb inside him. He ground and twerked and pushed back to get more and more.

He needed something deeper than my tongue, and my rod was so hard it ached to be used. I’d be changing my shorts before going back to work because my drips had wet them around my ankles. His sucking had been good but his cunt would be better.

My erect penis is long and thick. I’d had even had some frustrated encounters because of my size because soft nobody would expect it. This guy, though, I was pretty sure things would be different this time. He’d felt me at full hardness though his hot hole had me at full and then some.

I stood and, holding his waist, I directed my drooling tip to his saliva-drenched hole. He reset his stance and pushed back to reiterate his desire.

I grabbed his thighs and let my pelvis take control of both of us, thrust deep and savored his loud cry at the force of it. It was tight and resistant but I jammed inside him until his big hard glutes made it impossible to go deeper. The cry immediately changed to a fiercely determined growl. He pushed back and ground his pussy around.

I began thrusting again and again into that tight, hot chute. Lube would have been good but what’s a sore rod in comparison to the hot glove of his channel gripping me.

“It’s so deep, Sir! Use my pussy. Ummmmf!”

I looked down to soak up the sight of my dick driving in and out of his hard-muscled ass. I pulled all the way out, just so that I could drive back in and hear my balls slap against him against the soundtrack of his renewed scream.

“Like this?” I asked.

He ground back into my thrust and our collision was a louder clap of flesh and grunts from both of us. “Just fucking like that, Sir! My pussy is yours, Sir. Give it all to me! Gimme all ya got!”

Some guy banged on the stall door and yelled, “Get a fuckn room, homos!” but laughed before my involuntary flash of rage set me off to go out and punch the idiot. I took it out in this slut’s ass instead.

The muscle bitch had a desperate grip on my plumbing and grunted louder. He’d gone silent for words when the guy had startled us both, but he hadn’t made any attempt to escape me or to stop me. He didn’t even slow his pussy muscle massage on my rod.

“Come on, fucker. Please flow that wad into me. Seed my pussy deep, Sir!” he begged at barely above a whisper.

I drove him like LeMans and finally felt the boil in my tightened scrot. “Hope this slutty hole of yours will hold it all in. Otherwise all the horny fuckers out there will be lining up to use your pussy when they get a whiff.”

“Just fuckn do what you gotta do, Sir. It’s all yours right now!” he growled.

I gave a thought to the qualification “right now” and was on the verge of chuckling when my world exploded, I was suddenly jammed as deep in the muscle boy’s cunt as I could get and unloading to his encouragement and gratitude. I finally stood completely still when my body’s jerks stopped, still throbbing inside him, and I caught my breath.

Like the good boy was he accommodated me and held his position also. When I finally pulled out of him, his grip on me was renewed tightness. I was still hard and my head was still broad and popped out of him.

“DAMNIT!” from him accompanied my “DAYUM!” and we both laughed.

I looked down to see his ring puffy but tightened to a bulging knot and closed. Still I can’t say my ego wasn’t a bit bruised that his muscle control negated the gape I usually see after my thick rod is withdrawn.

“Damn, daddy! Exactly what I needed, a humongous testosterone injection!” the boy smiled over his shoulder.

I smacked that beautiful butt and was impressed that his tight knot still held all my spunk inside. “Good boy!”

“Great fuck, sir!”

He stretched after he was upright and all his muscles rolling and flexing made my knees weak. The fact that this gym stud had picked me propped my ego enough to bolster my legs and keep me from buckling.

His compression pants had remained over his dick which was still hard. The crotch was drenched. “You came?” I asked? “Without permission?”

“Sorry, sir. But I’m my defense you did that. I never touched it. Still I deserve to be punished,” he said with a sly grin. “At least I hope.”

I took one last opp to inhale him when I bent to pull up my shorts and jockstrap. I let my face brush his bulging quad, crotch, cut groin, abs and licked his nipple on the way up, inhaling deeply all the way. God damned great elixir of cum, sweat, still the hint of soap and the satisfied aftermath of man sex.

“It’ll have to be another time,” I told him looking at my Apple Watch and turning to open the stall door. “I have a client waiting and have to clean up. Leave your number at the desk if you are up for another round sometime.”

I opened the stall door and found a very muscled gym rat between our ages leaning by the urinal stroking himself and looking directly at me with a big smile and making eye contact.

I couldn’t get fired because I’m independent. But I could get banned so I needed to be accommodating. “You too. Leave your number for Stan at the desk if you want a — workout sometime.”