Sex and the Gym - Manny's Story part 3

I stood in my bathroom late on a Sunday morning one week after Manny invaded my home and became part of my life. I was looking at my face in the mirror wondering what he saw in me and where this thing between us was going. I studied my reflection as if seeing it for the first time; a fifty-two year old white male who could sometimes pass for being in his early forties, brown eyes, gray hair, cut very short, a few age spots, but mostly clear skin and facial hair that was so minimal as to be merely a nuisance. I was slightly handsome at best, though my physique still turned heads even at my age. What was it about me, besides my muscles, cock and ass, that held Manny’s interest? His request to be workout buddies yesterday surprised and delighted me and I happily agreed. I would agree to anything that would allow me to spend more time with him. Maybe he likes me, not just the sex, but me as a person. Friends with benefits? Sure, I was willing. But how long would that last? Maybe I’m overthinking this, I thought to myself. Just relax, roll with it and see what happens.

We agreed to meet at my place at noon today. I would go with him to the gym so we could set up his membership; I wanted to make sure he wasn’t pressured into signing up for anything more than the basic membership. After that I would give him a tour around the gym, show him my workout and we could then plan how we would workout together. At fifteen minutes past noon, I heard him knock. I opened the door and saw him standing there, as sexy as always, wearing scuffed sneakers, navy blue gym shorts and a thin, tight fitting white tank top. His gym bag was sitting on the porch beside him. “Hey Manny,” I said with a slightly irritated tone, “You’re late.” He gave his most winning smile and put his left arm around my shoulders while using his right hand to grope my cock and balls, saying, “Aw, don’t be mad Eric, it was just fifteen minutes,” and looking at me with those dark, seductive eyes. I took a deep breath to control my arousal; my lust for him hadn’t abated, but I stick to my gym schedule no matter what. I gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and said, “Okay young stud, enough of that for now, let’s get going. We can’t be workout buddies if we don’t workout, right?” He smiled, released his grip on my groin and kissed my cheek. “You’re right, let’s go,” he said. I grabbed my own gym bag with my change of clothes and we headed out.

During the drive to the gym, he kept looking at me and smiling. “Alright,” I finally asked, “what’s with the grin and the stare?” He looked bashful all of a sudden and said, “Nothing man, I’m just happy you agreed to this.” “Well, so am I, but why me?” I asked. “You’ve got a great body, that’s why,” he said, “and I’d like to look like you one day.” “You want to be old, with gray hair?” I teased him. He gave me a friendly punch in the shoulder and said, “Come on, you know what I mean. And if I want a body like yours, I need to start soon.” I looked at his now serious face and said, “You’re right Manny. We’ll do our best okay?” He nodded, but otherwise stayed silent until we pulled into a space in the gym parking lot. I turned off the truck, but he made no move to get out; it was almost like he was lost in thought. “Hey,” I said, nudging him gently, “you okay?” “Yeah,” he said, “it’s just that there’s another reason I want to work out with you.” He paused and said, “I like you Eric. I’m kinda hoping we can be regular buddies, not just fuck buddies, you know?” I was pleasantly stunned; this can’t really be happening to me, I thought. I hadn’t even thought of us as fuck buddies or even thought of us as anything at all yet. But his face was serious, so I answered right away, “I’d like that too. Quite a lot actually.” He smiled brightly and said, “Okay then, let’s do this.” I gave him an affectionate hair rub, then we got out of the truck and headed inside.

As expected, the salesman tried to get him to sign up for the more expensive multi-club, multi-state plan, plus personal training, which would have cost more that I suspected Manny could afford. I told the guy no, that all he needed was the basic, single club membership. The salesman managed to hide his irritation at my intervention, but he asked me, with a slight undercurrent of sarcasm, “You his father or something?” but before I could retort, Manny said, “He’s my friend and I want what he said, the cheaper plan. Where do I sign?” The man leaned back and looked us over, as if trying to figure out what our deal was, realized further sales pressure would be pointless and handed over an iPad for Manny to sign.

I gave Manny a tour of the gym, showing him the side with the machines, which I used for my workout and the free weight area, where the hardcore bodybuilders worked out. I also showed him the racquetball courts, but he wasn’t interested. He was delighted to find out the gym had a pool and sauna though. While I was showing him the locker room, my friend Cesar walked in. I had met Cesar at the gym years ago and we had become friends and occasional fuck buddies, though our last encounter had been well over a year ago. Nowadays, we really only saw each other when our workout times coincided and even though there was still an unspoken mutual attraction, we were now just friends. He was shorter than me, around 5’10”, in his late thirties, leaner than me, and with a more defined body than I could ever hope to have. He was very handsome, an immigrant from Colombia, with curly black hair, mustache, goatee and flawless white teeth. He was also an unapologetic horndog. He walked up to me saying, “Hey sexy daddy, how are you?” and gave me a big hug. “Hi Cesar,” I said, “what’s up? You just getting here also?” “Yep,” he said, “today’s leg day for me.” He turned to Manny and asked, “And who is this handsome devil?” Manny just stared, slightly taken aback by Cesar’s forward manner. “This is Manny. He’s a friend,” I said, “he just joined the gym today and I’m showing him the ropes.” “Nice, very nice,” he purred, looking Manny up and down, then giving me a lecherous look. “Well, you two have a good workout,” he said with a grin, then went off to find a locker. Manny gave me a questioning look. “Cesar takes some getting used to,” I said, “Let’s find a pair of lockers and get started.”

We were already dressed in our gym clothes, so we took our workout gloves, towels, phones and the old fashioned digital watch that I used to time my workouts. We locked everything else up and found a bench out in the main area so we could sit and plan. He sat real close to me and put his hand on my shoulder. I couldn’t avoid breathing in his scent, which, combined with the touch of his hand made my cock start to get hard. Manny noticed and leered at me while whispering, “You okay down there man?” I cleared my throat and said, “Yeah, I’m fine, now let’s focus okay?” I told him I did three different workouts, each twice per week, making it a six day routine. Chest, triceps and shoulders one day, biceps and back the next and then legs. I also did forty minutes on the lifecycle for cardio after each workout. “Sounds good,” he said. “Tuesday is my day off,” I said. “Tuesday?” he asked, “why Tuesday?” “I don’t remember why,” I said, “I just chose that day for some reason, now can we….,” “Saturday,” he said, interrupting me. “Excuse me?” I asked. “Let’s make Saturday our day off from the gym,” he said. I stared at him for a second then said, “Oh, so you’re suddenly in charge now? How….,” “And since neither of us work on Saturday,” he said, interrupting me again, “we can use that day, to just, you know, hang out. Together.” “Hang out together?” I asked. “Every Saturday?” “Yeah man,” he said, giving me his most winning smile, “if you want to that is.” Manny wants to spend more time with me, I thought. Manny has the upper hand now and he knows it. I was under his sway and didn’t care. “Okay, Saturday it is then,” I said, “now let’s hit the machines.”

I decided to start the routine with chest, triceps and shoulders, despite having just done them yesterday. I would take it easy on myself and focus on getting Manny up to speed. I took him to each of the machines that I used, helped him get the right settings, then stood back and watched him pump iron. I saw he was dead serious about his workout because he concentrated and worked hard. Too hard at first. When I saw him straining too much on the first machine, the vertical chest press, I made him lower the weight, saying, “Easy Manny, you don’t need to powerlift too much and hurt yourself, steady gains are the way to go,” and he caught his breath and said, “Thanks man, I’m really glad you’re here to help me.” I gave him an affectionate smile and said, “No problem buddy, but let’s get the routine down first and worry about increasing the weight level later okay?” His face took on a more confident look and he said, “Yeah, you’re right, of course.”

In no time at all he was pumping the weights with a sure, steady rhythm, working up quite a sweat. I stood facing him or just behind him, encouraging him, my hands gently on his arms as they moved in and out, to guide and correct his motion and form. Even though touching him this way was perfectly normal in a gym (I see straight men do it with each other all the time), feeling his young muscles move beneath his skin made me aroused as hell and I had to surreptitiously adjust my groin under cover of my towel to hide my fully erect cock. I worked in a few sets of my own in between his, with him watching and paying close attention to my form and motion, but mostly I helped him get his routine together. I could not stop watching him work his body on each machine; he was totally focused, his motion smooth and fluid, those young and wiry muscles working gorgeously, sweat dripping from every pore, his heavy masculine breathing reminding me that, young though he was, he was every bit a man and I couldn’t wait to see how sexier he would look with some more muscle bulk added to an already beautiful body. By the time he was on the last machine, he had produced so much sweat that his thin white tank top had become almost transparent and I could see his succulent nipples poking through and I wanted to rip his top off right there and start sucking them in front of everyone, but then he was done with his last set and he sat on the machine, wiping the sweat off, and he looked up at me and said, “Well, how’d I do?”

I took a deep breath and tried to clear all erotic thoughts from my head. I smiled at him and said, “You did great for your first day. Now for some cardio okay?” “Actually,” he said, “can we skip the cardio? This is my first time working out in a while and I’m beat.” “Of course,” I said, “let’s go shower, change and head out.” We headed for the locker room, him several paces ahead of me, when Cesar appeared out of nowhere and motioned to me like he wanted to talk. Manny turned around to make sure I was following, but I told him to go on ahead. “I’ll catch up with you in a minute,” I said and he nodded and kept on walking. I turned to Cesar and asked, “What’s up?” “I want to know where you found that gorgeous creature,” he said. “Oh, long story,” I said, my expression and tone clearly indicating that I had no interest in discussing Manny with him. He failed to take the hint though, saying, “He’s awfully young isn’t he? You never struck me as someone who would rob the cradle, so to speak.” I was starting to get irritated with him, so I said, “Cesar, don’t be jealous. Green just isn’t your color,” and I turned around and left, hearing him huff slightly as I walked away.

There were a few men scattered about the locker room as I walked in, but none in our section, so we had some privacy. Manny was standing by the bench near our lockers, pulling his bath towel from his gym bag, his shoes already off. “Everything okay?” he asked. “Yeah fine,” I said, sitting down on the bench and pulling off my shoes and socks. “Old boyfriend?” he asked, clearly referring to Cesar. Impressed with how perceptive he was, I said, “Yes and no; I mean it depends on how you look at it. Now get undressed so we can go shower.” The look on his face told me that had a good idea what the story was between Cesar and I, but he said nothing further and started to undress, facing his locker, his back turned to me. I watched him peel off his tank top, still wet and sticky with his sweat; his torso glistened with it and I wanted to lick every drop from his body, but I forced myself to remember there were other people around. He casually tossed the tank top into his locker, then quickly took his gym shorts off and threw them in as well. I was getting aroused again at the sight of him standing there in his underwear while he checked something on his phone. He was wearing the same style of bikini briefs he was wearing the day we met, only dark red this time. He must have a pair of those in every color, I thought to myself. Suddenly he turned around to retrieve his shoes which were behind him; he saw me staring at him, saw the desire in my eyes and said in a soft, almost solemn voice, “Shouldn’t you be getting undressed also?” and turning back around to face his locker again, pulled off his briefs. I was mesmerized like always at the sight of his ass, so perfectly sized, both small and robust, round and smooth and I thought, I want to fuck him right here and now, but I had to suppress it; we were in a public place, not my home, so I stripped off my gym clothes as quickly as I could, then wrapped my towel around my waist and locked up the rest of my stuff. I watched him put all his stuff away while setting his towel on the bench. He closed and secured his locker, still naked, then turned back in my direction so that I could see the now dried sweat on his chest and abs and his cock hanging there, flaccid but still beautiful and desirable. He wrapped his towel around his waist as well, then looked at me and asked, “You ready?” and I smiled and said, “Yeah, let’s go get cleaned up,” and led him to the shower area.

The shower area had ten stalls, five on one side, five on the other, facing each other. When we walked in the shower area was deserted and since there had been few guys in the locker area, it would probably stay that way. I took the last one on the left and Manny took the last one on the right. I watched him turn the shower on, soap himself up and then pull his curtain shut. I turned on my shower and did the same, though I left my curtain open halfway to let more of the steam escape. I love my time in the shower after a workout. Feeling the streams of water caress my body makes me feel peaceful and tranquil. I often linger under the spray even after I’m clean and today was no exception. Forgetting Manny for the moment, I let myself relax totally.

I’m not sure when I realized that Manny had turned off his shower. I guess I noticed the reduction in noise. I glanced over at his stall and saw that not only was he no longer showering, but that he was standing there, with his curtain pulled completely open, playing with his cock and watching me. I pulled my curtain open completely also and looked at him; he was looking at me with lust and desire and his cock was rapidly hardening, “Suck me,” he whispered. Fucking hell, I thought, what’s gotten into him? I couldn’t look away, oh fuck, I thought, I want him and that cock so bad; no, we can’t, not here, I told myself, if someone sees us, there’ll be trouble that we definitely don’t need. I looked at him, my cock getting hard for him yet again and said, “Manny, no, please, we can’t, not here,” and he kept stroking his cock, saying in a very low, but still audible whisper, “Please Eric, I’m so fucking horny from feeling your strong hands touching me while we were working out, I can’t stop thinking about it, please, I want you to suck my dick,” and I couldn’t help it, I started stroking my own even as I feebly protested, my arousal rapidly weakening my resolve; “Manny, if we get caught….,” I whispered and he cut me off before I could continue, saying in a pleading tone, “I don’t care if we get caught, I want your mouth on my cock right now, please Eric, look at how hard I am, you’re hard too, you want it, I know you do,” and my resistance crumbled, nobody was here but us, we were alone I told myself and I left my stall and walked over to his, my hard dick visible to anyone who would walk by, dropped to my knees and swallowed his cock.

His cock was clean now, with none of the usual musky scent, but it was delicious nonetheless and I savored every inch of it. I could taste his precum and I pulled my mouth off so I could lick the head clean then went down again, all the way to the base, so the head hit my throat and I massaged the shaft with my tongue and I heard him moaning softly, “Oh fuck yeah man, that’s it, suck it good, yeah I needed this so bad,” and I worked my lips and tongue over every inch, feeling it throb in my mouth; I completely forgot my fear of getting caught, all I wanted now was to make him feel good; I licked my thumbs until they were wet with spit, then reached up to rub his nipples with them while I moved my mouth up and down his rock hard dick; his pleasure was absolute now, he was moaning continuously and I was so damned happy to have his cock in my mouth yet again, its hardness filling me up; I looked up at him while I sucked and drooled and he looked down at me, his handsome face looking enraptured from the power he had over me right now, over what he was making me do; then he took that power further and he grabbed my head with both hands and started to skull fuck me, driving his cock in and out of my mouth almost violently, shoving it all the way down my throat, almost making me choke, a steady, powerful pumping that drove his throbbing manhood in and out of my mouth; my jaw started to ache, but I didn’t care, I would do anything to please him; his moans became louder and I was oblivious to the fact that someone might hear; his thrusting became more intense and I could see from his face that he was close to the edge; he started whispering, “I’m gonna cum Eric, oh fuck man I can’t hold it any longer, yeah, fuck yeah, here it comes, fucking take my load, oh fuck yeahhhh,” and his cum spewed from his cock in a massive gush that filled my mouth and I took all his seed as it covered my tongue and hit my throat, I curled my tongue back and swallowed, but he wasn’t done and more of his delicious load was shot on my tongue and I swallowed that also and then worked his cock head, sucking every last drop out of him as he kept shooting over and over; his body writhed and convulsed with every pulse and throb of his still rock hard dick until there was no cum left and slowly, ever so slowly, his cock went limp and slipped from my mouth and he leaned back against the shower wall, dazed and weak from his intense orgasm.

My head gradually cleared and I stood up and leaned back against the opposite wall, my own cock rock hard and jutting in his direction, unable to believe what we had just done. I looked over at him just standing there, his eyes closed, muttering softly, “Oh fuck yeah, that was great, you’re the best Eric, thank you, I needed that so badly,” and I quickly looked out of the stall and checked the shower area; it was still deserted and I could hear no sounds coming from the locker area, so I walked over to him and put his right hand on my cock; he opened his eyes, mildly surprised and I looked into his handsome face and said in a low, rough tone, “We’re not done yet,” I paused, rubbing my dick against his hand and then said, “Now it’s my turn.” He looked a little anxious, swallowed hard and said, “You want me to suck you now?” “Yeah,” I said, “now get on your knees. Hurry up, before someone comes.” He got down on the floor and took my cock in his hand again. He looked up at me and asked in an almost timid voice, “Do I have to swallow this time?” I nodded and whispered, “Yeah, you gotta go all the way buddy.” I gently caressed his face with one hand and then said, “You can do it Manny, I know you can,” and he gave a sweet smile and went down on my cock.

It was instant ecstasy; I had forgotten how good his mouth felt sucking me, so hot and wet. He remembered from last time to relax his jaw and he only took part of my cock in at first, swirling his tongue around the head like I had taught him, then went further down on it before coming up for air. He looked up at me with pride in his eyes, then back at my cock. I felt a rush of warm saliva pour from this mouth and cover my dick and he used it as lube and started stroking me like a pro; he looked up at me again and whispered, “How am I doing man?” and I just looked back at that beautiful, eager young face and said, “It feels fucking awesome buddy, yeah spit on it again,” and he let more spit drip from his mouth and he slicked my cock up even more and I knew if he kept that up, I would cum before long; I was already so fucking horny from servicing his cock, but he had to learn to swallow my load and I wanted to cum in his mouth more than anything right now, so I told him, “Put it back in your mouth,” and he devoured it without hesitation, “yeah, that’s right, you’re doing great, yeah all the way in,” and he took it all the way to its base without choking, then started sucking it up and down in a steady rhythm and I was moaning like crazy and he pulled his mouth off it and looked at me and asked, “You’re getting close?” and I said, “Oh fuck yeah Manny, swallow my load baby,” and he said, “I’m gonna try man,” and he went back to sucking, faster and faster to try and make me cum. I looked down at him and I said, “Fuck man, I’m cumming, yeah I’m gonna shoot, get ready baby, oh fuck yeah, take it Manny, take it now,” and I felt the first load of cum shoot into his mouth; I watched him tense up like he was about to choke or spit it up, but he got it down and swallowed; I shot load after load and he knew what he was doing now and he took it all, never pausing as he kept sucking and swallowing; the feeling in my cock was so fucking intense, I almost cried out and I clamped my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t be heard and my cock kept pulsing and he kept sucking until I was utterly spent and had no more cum to give him and he let my softening tool slip from his mouth.

He stood up and wiped some of my cum from his mouth. Turns out he hadn’t gotten it all, but I didn’t care; he had done great for a first time load swallower. I started to tell him that when I heard voices in the shower area. We both froze and despite his earlier bravado, he looked terrified at getting caught, but he was smart enough to remain silent and still. I listened carefully and I heard two guys laughing and joking. I heard them get into two of the stalls near the entrance. Then there was the sound of their showers turning on and then I heard them slide their curtains shut. We were safe. We looked at each other, then started giggling quietly like a couple of mischievous schoolboys. We got our towels, dried off what little moisture remained on us and headed back to the locker area. While we were getting dressed, I noticed that Manny could not stop grinning; he was obviously delighted that we had gotten away with something naughty. We finished getting dressed, gathered up our gym bags and headed for my truck.

Once we were in the truck and had shut the doors, he turned to me, still grinning and said, “Man, that was so hot, I can’t believe we did that. I guess I was so horny that I wasn’t thinking, but damn, the way you sucked my cock and me finally swallowing your cum,” “We?” I asked. “I believe it was you who started it by making me so horny that I couldn’t think straight.” He leaned over the center console and put his face directly in front of mine. “Yeah,” he said and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, “I did start it. But you didn’t really try to stop me, did you,” he kissed me again, “and it was pretty fucking awesome, wasn’t it?” and he kissed me a third time and I said, “Yeah, it was pretty fucking awesome. You did a great job swallowing your first cum load. I’m real proud of you actually.” He sat back in the passenger seat, looking mighty pleased with himself. I just stared at him and smiled; he was definitely something special, this young Latin stud. I looked at my phone; it was almost 3:00 p.m. “I think I need a drink,” I said, “and some company for the rest of the afternoon.” He just gave me his usual charming smile and said, “Let’s go man.”

We got back to my place and I told him to make himself comfortable. He kicked off his shoes and stretched out on the sofa; he had changed into jeans and a t-shirt before we left the gym. I made myself a rum and coke and asked if he wanted anything; he didn’t want any liquor and asked for some water. I joined him in the living room and stared at him lying on the sofa; he was taking up the entire length. “Uh, Manny,” I said and he realized that I wanted to sit and he said, “Oh sorry, my bad,” and sat up straight. I sat on the end of the sofa and gave him his water, which he drank down all at once then set the glass on the coffee table and slouched back against the cushions. I turned on the television and switched it to the Rangers game, just to have something to watch. I looked over at him and said, “You can stretch out again if you want.” He looked at me and said, “I’d have to put my head in your lap,” and I motioned him over and said, “It’s okay Manny; stretch out, put your head in my lap and relax.” So he did. We just sat there, together, watching the game, but not really paying any attention to who was winning. As I gently ran my hand through his hair, I realized that I had never before seen him so calm and serene. I could get used to this, I thought. He was quiet for so long that I thought he had fallen asleep. I gave his shoulder a little shake and said, “Hey buddy, you awake?” “Yeah, I’m awake,” he said, “just thinking.” “About?” I asked. “Something I’ve been thinking about since I left here yesterday.” I waited a minute then asked, “You going to tell me what it is?” “Yeah, I’ll tell you,” he said. He paused and then said, “I think I want you to fuck me again.”

To Be Continued….