Miami: The Hotel Gym (Reimagined)

Summer, Miami Beach and a nearly deserted hotel gym at the end of a horrible twelve hour day.  I had the gym to myself and desperately needed to work of some stress.  Actually, I needed a romp in the sack but that wasn’t likely to happen give my work hours and the lack of people in the city over the summer.  No one in their right mind would want to spend summer, aka hurricane season in south Florida so the hotel was almost empty.  So I was working out my frustration with weights.

A few minutes into my workout another man entered the gym.  Though referring to him as a mere man was an understatement.  Dressed in tight workout shorts and a revealing muscle tank, he was a stunning example of beefcake.  He had to be at least four inches north of six feet and had the thick muscled body that made him a walking wet dream.  I was in pretty good shape but nothing like him.  There are no words to describe how his ass looked in those tight shorts, solid and defined with no hint of slack.  Add in the chiseled jaw and short black hair and just, wow. 

I pushed my way through my workout as he did the same and tried not to stare, or drool. Keeping my gaze locked on his beyond perfect ass for a few minutes too long earned me a knowing smirk.  Oops, my bad, though it was nice he had a sense of humor over my ogling him.  A few minutes later I found myself stopping to stare as he did his glute routine with deadlifts, squats and I’m caught again. This time though I got a wink added to the grin. I think I actually blushed at this point but I kept my composure and I smiled back.

Deciding to refocus on my own workout I started on my shoulders.  Part way through my set, I noticed he was just a few feet away from me watching.

“If you don’t mind, I can show you how to tweak your form a bit to improve your workout.” He said with a warm gravely voice.  His eyes a shade of blue so dark they appeared almost black.

“Sure, that would be great.” I replied.  For the next almost the next half hour or so he and I made some small talk and he guided me through a workout. Dave really knew his shit, which sort of made sense given his insane body.  I had to fight not to pop a hard-on though as there seemed to be a bit too much touching and physical closeness.  Other than that there really wasn’t any indication he might be interested playing around.  It almost felt like he was interested but wasn’t sure or hesitant for some reason.  Well if he wanted to explore, I’d be more than willing to help him out.

A bit later, I thanked him for all his help and explained I’d be in the hotel for some time and would be happy to work out with him again or buy him a drink as a thank you. Dave seemed agreeable but left it open since his own schedule was as whacked as mine.  Oh well, I knew his image would be fueling my jack off fantasies that night at least.

I will say just the thought of running into Dave again kept me going to the gym every night for the next few nights.  Sadly though, I didn’t see him until late on Friday but having the gym all to myself was rather nice.  We worked out together again and this time it was even more difficult not get even more turned on since the touching and closeness was even more intense than the previous session.  I was in a burning state of constant arousal and once or twice I’m sure he felt my erection brush up against him.  Even with shorts that weren’t very tight, it wasn’t easy to hide eight inches of hard cock trying to escape. 

We made small chat as we went into the locker room about plans for the weekend.  Trying not to stare, I stripped down and stepped into the private shower stall.  Though having privacy in the shower was nice as it gave me less chances to embarrass myself.

After pulling the curtain closed, I luxuriated in the warmth of the spray for a just a moment when Dave poked his head in.

“Think you could do me a solid and wash my back? I over did the workout a little.”  He asked softly.

Nodding, he stepped in and suddenly the space seemed so much smaller with both of us sharing it. There was no way he was not going to notice my already half hard dick went on red alert at his presence and was now rock hard.  This close I he radiated more heat than the hot water and breathed in the steam mixed with the musky delicious scent of his skin.

I think he muttered a roughly whispered thanks as he leaned against the wall opposite the shower head. His back was a work of art with his muscles outlined and rippling.  Grabbing a couple globs of shower gel, I lathered up his back and worked his tense muscles with slow steady strokes.  I was still being careful though and trying to behave.  Really.

As my hands did their work, he relaxed and gave little moans of encouragement as I worked my way to his lower back.  After two minutes though he arched his ass farther out bumping my erection and whispering “lower, please...”

There really wasn’t any ‘back’ left to wash so I gave up any pretense of nothing happening. Grabbing some more shower gel, I massaged his ass a few times before running my fingers down his crack and lingering over his hole.

“Yes, right there.” He hissed.

With the slick gel, I slid one finger in to stretch him out a bit before adding another.  Dave’s hole was tight and hot and crap I wanted to be in him more than anything.  As he started to loosen I kept working him and then grazed his prostrate. Shuddering he finally said the words I wanted to hear.

“Fuck me. Please.” Dave’s voice almost hoarse with need.

I positioned my dick and slowly started to push into that hot slick hole. We both moaned as ground into him and started to fuck. My hands were all over him, reaching around to play with his nipples and down to his cock which was rock hard.  I was already close to shooting. Every time I took aim at his prostate he gasped, murmuring words of encouragement.

“Your ass feels fucking amazing.”  I whispered in his ear as I kissed and licked his neck.  His only response was to push back with a muttered more so I fucked him even harder against the wall. 

A minute later, his hole clenched and he let out an inarticulate gasp as he shot into my hand. The repeated pressure of his ass clenching from his orgasm on my cock caused me to shoot my own load deep inside him. Though I never wanted to move, I realized the water was still running and my hands were pruning. Slowly I pulled out before maneuvering him into a long slow kiss where our hands explored each other under the spray.

“Think we can continue this back in your room?” Dave said softly after breaking the kiss. “Hell yes.” I answered.