(Original language: Spanish. English translation assisted by ChatGPT).
After parking, I took the keys out of the ignition slot and unfastened my seat belt. When I stepped out of the car, I noticed the cool morning air, even though the sun already felt warm. Like every time I go to the gym, I put on my AirPods and, after taking my backpack from the back seat, I walked toward the gym entrance.
On the way there, as every time I come here, the first thing I thought was that I wished there weren’t so many people training. It’s incredibly annoying having to wait before I can use the machines. I remember that when I was a member of another gym, there would be long lines just to use the equipment. It seems like this is something common in Madrid gyms, and I shouldn’t be surprised, but damn, it’s awful. Luckily, the last gym I joined opened recently and, for now, it’s not bad: it looked like there wouldn’t be that many people today.
After putting my backpack away and finishing getting ready, I started warming up on the treadmill. That was when I looked ahead and saw the best ass I had ever seen in my life. Its owner was a tall guy with dark hair, a very well-sculpted and worked-out body, more or less my height, and he looked around 30 to 35 years old. He was wearing leggings that showed everything. It seemed like he had just arrived as well and was about to use the stationary bike.
While I was practically drooling, I watched him move his long, well-defined legs as he walked back and forth: he went over, talked to the girl at the reception desk, and came back. After a while, he got on the bike and started pedaling.
Fuck.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his round, perfect, perky ass every time he walked. I looked around discreetly so nobody would notice that I was internally losing my mind, but every now and then it was impossible not to look at him again.
I finished my warm-up on the treadmill, cursed to myself for having to move away from my instant crush, and started today’s workout routine: chest, shoulders, and triceps.
The morning went by without anything worth mentioning until I reached the part I dreaded the most: shoulders. I looked at my workout plan and decided to start with the barbell military press, which consists of lifting a heavy bar above your head.
When I went to get the bar I wanted, I realized someone had taken it, so I decided to look for whoever had it and ask if they would be using it much longer. And that was when I saw him using it.
Of course, I couldn’t help looking at that heavenly peach again.
Please, someone take my eyes away and save me from this torture.
I didn’t hesitate to approach him.
“Excuse me, how much longer are you going to be using the bar?” I asked. If I didn’t know how to hide it, my drool would have flooded the floor by then.
When he turned around and looked at me, I suddenly had the strange, very subtle feeling that we connected. I noticed his gaze moving over my lips and, for a very brief moment, I saw him bite his lower lip. Something stirred inside me.
“I’ll be a while because I need it for another exercise,” he replied, breathing heavily from the workout.
By the way, his eyes were light brown and he had sharp, defined features. It was possible that my judgment was clouded by my first impression of him and his incredible ass, but damn, I thought he was unbelievably handsome.
“Could we take turns?” I asked.
Suddenly, the feeling I had noticed before disappeared because, along with the sweat running down his face, I saw an annoyed expression.
“Yeah, fine,” he said, still out of breath.
And just like that, the perfect ass I had placed on a pedestal fell straight down into the deepest depths of hell.
What an idiot, I thought.
I thanked him, slightly annoyed, took the bar, and started my exercise. I noticed he was watching me when I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, and he immediately said:
“You’re not doing it right, because the bar has to end up above your head,” he said with an impatient sigh.
“Well, go ahead and do it yourself, then. I’ll see what the technique is supposed to look like,” I couldn’t help saying, with a hint of irritation.
Maybe I was too direct, because suddenly he stood up, ready to help me.
“Look,” he said, taking the bar and performing the exercise exactly as he had corrected me, showing me how it was done. “Now you. Let me see.”
He put the bar back down. I picked it up and prepared to do the exercise again, already tired from the previous repetition. He must have noticed I was exhausted, because he stood behind me (way too close, I would say) and started helping me raise my arms in the right direction.
“Like this, see?” he whispered.
Despite the effort and exhaustion, I couldn’t help feeling a spark travel through my entire body. It was crazy: on one hand, his reaction had annoyed me, and on the other, everything about him was turning me on. I didn’t understand anything anymore, but thankfully I was wearing a long, loose T-shirt, because my erection was already screaming.
After that, I continued doing the exercise with his corrections and, much to my annoyance, I noticed the difference. But my pride came first; I couldn’t admit it.
During his turn, we kept exchanging glances. If he hadn’t reacted with annoyance at the beginning, I would have sworn he was scanning my entire body. Just like I couldn’t take my eyes off that godlike ass.
I finished using the bar, gave it back to him, said goodbye coldly, and walked away to continue my workout.
Contrary to what someone might think, the bad mood he had put me in motivated me during the following exercises, and when I had finished the entire routine and stretching, I headed toward the showers.
When I reached the bathroom door, my entire body was covered in sweat and I was breathing heavily. When I entered, I saw that it was only him, sitting there shirtless, right before the showers. I saw him look at me and give a slight smile. This annoyed me because I no longer knew what was happening; I felt completely confused.
I sat on the bench opposite him, with my back turned, because if I kept looking at him, the evidence of my arousal would become obvious, and the last thing I wanted at that moment was to embarrass myself. Especially because of him.
I prepared my clean clothes on the bench, took out my towel, shampoo, and soap, and started undressing. I couldn’t help feeling his eyes fixed in my direction. I pulled down my underwear, wrapped the towel around myself, and grabbed what I needed to get to the shower as quickly as possible.
Since I get erections easily, one of my requirements when choosing a gym is that the showers have to be individual and enclosed, and this one had exactly that. That’s why I felt relieved about having made that decision.
When I turned on the water, I heard someone speaking from the other side of the door.
“Hey, sorry, I left my soap in there.”
There was no doubt. It was him.
Hearing his voice made my heart race even faster. With all the nerves, I hadn’t noticed that he had left a bottle of soap on one of the shower shelves. I picked it up, and as I was opening the door, he suddenly pushed it quickly and stepped inside with me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I whispered-shouted, even though there was nobody else in the changing room.
Deep down, I was loving it.
He had entered exactly as I had seen him outside the shower, still wearing his short workout leggings.
“Do you really think I didn’t notice that I gave you a hard-on?”
I lowered my gaze to look at his package, and apparently I had had the same effect on him: he was so hard and tightly pressed against his leggings that it was impossible not to notice. It was very difficult not to laugh because of how nervous I felt.
“What are you talking about?”
“Stop pretending, handsome. You haven’t taken your eyes off me since you were warming up.”
Everything was happening so quickly and there was so much tension between us that the only impulse I had was to kiss him. We would have time to regret it later.
My kiss was welcomed because he didn’t resist. In fact, he pushed me against the wall while we kissed. Our tongues were caught in a battle that neither of us was going to win. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
Suddenly, I felt his hand caressing my erection and I couldn’t help but moan.
“Wait, they’re going to catch us here,” I whispered between gasps.
“Fuck, we’re so turned on…”
He pressed himself even closer against me, and I felt our bodies rubbing together more and more. Without hesitation, I moved my hands to his ass. If it was already a feast for the eyes, touching it was indescribable.
Damn, I’m so turned on that I don’t even care what happens outside.
Suddenly, we heard someone entering the changing room and froze completely. He brought his index finger to his lips, signaling silence, and we stayed alert, listening to the sounds outside. I saw him open the door slightly to look, and I heard the outside door opening again.
“They’re gone. Come with me,” he whispered.
We stepped out of the shower. He grabbed some keys from his backpack and took my hand. We crossed the entire changing room, and he led me to a door that said “Private” in red letters. He unlocked it with the keys and, when we entered, I saw that there were more showers inside. I assumed they were the ones used by the people who worked there.
“What is this? How can you get in here?” I asked while he closed the door again.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said, and kissed me again.
Once again, he pulled me toward one of the showers, and when we got there, I decided to turn on the water so we could wash away the sweat.
While we kissed, his hands explored my body, just as mine explored his. I was so turned on that even simply running my hands over his muscles felt pleasurable by itself. My hands reached his ass, and I took advantage of the fact that my fingers were wet to tease him and begin stretching him. But he gently moved my hand away and turned off the shower.
I decided to take things a step further: I began tracing his neck with soft kisses and slowly moved down his chest. Even though we were letting ourselves be carried away by lust, I took my time kissing every corner of his body.
When I started licking his nipples, I heard him moan. Every now and then I gave him little bites because I loved hearing him enjoy it. Then I slowly moved down his abs and pelvis, as if I wanted to capture every inch of his body in 3D, until I reached my goal.
I pulled his leggings down and removed them completely, and his hard length was right in front of my face. I grabbed it at the base, squeezing gently, parted my lips, and with his hand he guided my head until he was completely inside my mouth.
“Fuck,” he sighed, while slowly pushing me until I reached the back of my throat.
I started moving my lips up and down over his erection again and again. I noticed his legs trembling slightly, so he leaned against the wall. That was when his hips began moving in rhythm with my movements.
Throughout my 30 years, I had taken many dicks, but I couldn’t remember any that I had enjoyed as much as his.
“You’re good at sucking dick… If you keep going like this, I won’t last much longer…”
I released him with a wet pop and went back up to kiss him.
“I need to fuck you,” I told him with hungry lips.
“You’re going to have to earn it…”
“Isn’t what I’ve already done enough?”
He looked at me for a moment, unable to hide his reaction, biting his lower lip just like he had done earlier, when we first spoke.
“Come on, stretch me out,” was all I needed to hear.
He turned around, and I took the opportunity to rub my cock between his butt cheeks while kissing every muscle of his neck and back, as if I wanted to get to know him through my lips.
Then, I slowly moved lower, and when I got there, my eyes couldn’t believe the incredible sight in front of me. I must have stared at his ass with a stupid expression on my face for quite a while, because he said:
“Do you like what you see?”
“Dude, you turn me on so much…”
I traced his buttocks with my lips, giving him short kisses wherever I could, wishing that moment would never end. I couldn’t take the torture anymore, so I spread them apart and began to lick him gently. Hearing his moans was pure pleasure to my ears, so I decided to increase the pace.
After a while, I stood up and moved back up to his neck.
“I’m going to start with one finger, okay?” I whispered.
“Do whatever you want, but hurry up because I don’t know if I can take much more…”
While I introduced the first finger, I continued kissing his neck. I started moving my finger so his body could slowly adjust, and when I noticed he was relaxing, I added a second one. It seemed like he was loving the way I was touching him, because he said:
“I’m ready, but wait.”
He stepped out of the shower and walked toward a shelf where there were many things. He picked up a box, took out a condom, and then grabbed some lubricant. I was surprised.
“I see you have everything prepared…”
He smiled while opening the wrapper and came back to the shower. He kissed me and gently put the condom on me. I grabbed the lubricant, poured some into my hand, and after applying it to him, I added more to the latex until it was properly slick.
“Come on, quickly…”
At that moment, I didn’t care about anything else. I just needed to feel myself inside the body I had wanted so badly.
He turned toward the wall and arched his back. I grabbed his waist and began pushing slowly, letting his body adjust little by little. When I felt him relax, I moved deeper until I could go all the way.
“Oh, God…” he gasped when I started moving faster and faster.
At first, my movements were gentle, but when I saw him moving backward, seeking more, I started going harder and deeper. The sound of our breathing was so intense that it could be heard throughout the room. Luckily, the music from the gym could also be heard in the changing room outside, because otherwise we would have been caught.
I looked down at where our bodies connected and saw myself disappearing into him.
“Fuck, you have no idea how much it turns me on seeing myself inside you…” I said, and I increased the rhythm.
When I said that, his body tensed, and while I continued, he started touching himself. He seemed so turned on that he couldn’t last much longer, and I watched as he climaxed against the wall.
“Fuck! I can’t hold it anymore…” I said between gasps.
A few seconds later, I reached my own climax and filled the condom while breathing heavily.
I rested my head against his defined back while holding onto his waist. We needed to catch our breath. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning after so much pleasure.
Once I was away from him, I removed the condom, and we turned the shower back on to clean ourselves.
“Do you work here?” I asked. Suddenly, I remembered that we were in a private-use room of the gym.
“I’m the manager who runs it,” he replied, winking at me.
I hadn’t expected that answer, so I didn’t know what to say. He must have noticed because he continued speaking:
“By the way, what’s your name?”
“Martin. And you?”
“David,” he said with a smile.
“Well, David, I’ve just had the best sex I’ve had in a long time…”
I kissed him while wrapping my hands around his ass.
If it had been up to me, I would never have let it go.
