A Guy Called Ben - Ch. 01
Ben the gym junkie has a run in with the gym owner.
Dear reader. What you are about to read has come from my furtive and over imaginative, dirty mind. Yes, it is all my own work. I come up with a basic idea and the story just seems to flow from there. Please note that all characters in my stories are of a legal age and participate willingly. This is the first story in this series. Enjoy!
Copyright is asserted by the author. © SBarak1
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My name is Ben, I'm 39, and I'm an IT Consultant. I've worked for a few big IT shops over the years however, with redundancies and "right sizing" I have had to move on and find other employment. In the end I set up my own business just working for myself and have been doing pretty well.
I'm a big guy measuring 6 foot 6 inches tall (that's almost 2 metres). I have short cropped sandy coloured hair, pale blue eyes and a well-defined, some say, chiseled jaw line. I'm proportionally built and weighing in at around 17 stone or 240lbs (110 kg). I have broad shoulders, developed chest, large hands and feet. My arm and leg muscles are very developed from working out along with my well defined abdominal muscles. There's not much fat on me I am proud to say. I'm a big guy.
As far as relationships go, well that hasn't been something that has worked out for me, particularly in recent times. I have had plenty of girlfriends, however they don't seem to last. My longest relationship was probably about eight months. It's not as though I have given up on girls, rather the opposite, I love woman. You see, I have a problem. I have a big cock. When I say big, I mean enormous. When flaccid it measures about 8-9 inches long. When aroused it is at least 14 inches long. Once when exceptionally aroused it was measured at 15 inches (but that's another story). The problem isn't so much the length as its thickness or girth. When aroused the base of my cock is at least the thickness of a Coke can (about 8 and a half inches). My cock then tapers slightly towards the head. The head of my cock is large as well. I should stop saying large, it's huge, circumcised, helmet shaped, mushroom head. Overall my cock is well proportioned although very thick. I keep my pubes trimmed not shaved.
Some have told me it's not a cock, more of a weapon. By the way did I mention my balls, they're huge as well. And when I cum it is usually by the bucket load.
Anyway, this is my story, I have moved on through life, not really giving up on woman, rather becoming wary and somewhat disheartened. To counter this, I have thrown myself into my work and built up an impressive clientele. Since I started my own consultancy, I have always had plenty of work and at times have had to bring in sub-contractors to cover the load. Consequently, I now own my house with a pool in a well to do suburb of Melbourne, Australia, and I even have a modest beach house on the Bellarine Peninsula just under 2 hour's drive from home. Apart from working I enjoy going to the local gym, swimming, bushwalking and am an avid amateur photographer. My specialty is landscapes which works in rather well with my bushwalking. I have also taken to doing some studio work lately. I do a bit of portrait work and some product pictures, you know, the sort of pictures you find in product instruction leaflets showing you how to set it up or operate it. To this end I have converted my garage into a simple studio with some backdrops and basic lighting.
I mentioned the gym. I go there regularly to keep in shape at least 3-4 to times a week. I favour an early morning session or late night, particularly if I have been keeping long hours at work, it helps me unwind.
So, there I was at my gym at about 9:20pm working my way through my regular weights circuit. I had to keep an eye on the time as the gym would close at 10pm on the dot. The owners Mark and Candy were good people. I had got to know them a bit over the last five or so years since they had opened. As I was one of their regulars, they would invite me along to their events and even tried to convince me to participate in some of their competitions which I was not a fan of.
I was watching Candy moving around the gym cleaning equipment and straightening things up as we were, by now, about 20 minutes from closing. I liked Candy. Always up for a quick chat. She's bright, positive, a little bit nosy and has a great body.
I was one of the last 3 left when she came up to me while I finishing a set of bench presses.
"G'day Ben, how are you, good to see you are working up a sweat," she said.
As I finished the last press I located the bar firmly in the bracket, slid down the bench and sat up. "Not bad for a Wednesday evening, how about you Candy," I replied.
Candy looked me up and down, I could see her eyes dwelling on my sweat-soaked t-shirt clinging to my well-defined chest. More of a professional appraisal I thought.
"Going good, happy when I get closed up. Oh, there go the other two, need to let them out. Keep going, back in a sec," she said as she scuttled off.
I watched her walk quickly over to the other side of the gym. Long blond hair in a plait half down back, well squared shoulders, nice bum, great legs, about five foot 7 inches tall maybe five 8, all clad in a full length, form fitting, black lycra leotard. She let the 2 customers out, relocked the doors and came back over as I was doing my warm down.
As she walked back, I continued to appraise. Gorgeous face, great boobs, guessing a very full C cup and well defined hips.
"You know Ben, I have been meaning to talk to you for a while now." She now had my full attention.
"You have a very impressive physique. I know, I have been watching you develop it and keep it in great shape for years. Even Mark makes comments, I think he's a bit jealous of those abs. But the problem is you wear old t-shirts, baggy old shorts and even your runners look like they are falling apart. You need to smarten up your image," she said.
Candy had taken me off guard. The last thing I thought she would be worried about was my attire.
"You know I have a vested interest," she remarked conspiratorially.
I looked at her quizzically.
"Don't tell me you haven't noticed a lot of the girls checking you out, and even some of the guys," she added. "Surely you know you are one of our best drawcards for the gym," she continued.
Well, if I had been taken off guard a minute ago now, I was totally taken aback. I felt my face flush.
"Goodness, how cute, you're blushing, you really don't know do you," she exclaimed.
"I don't know what to say."
"Well don't say anything," she said, taking my hand. "Come with me I have something for you," she said with a giggle, leading me to the back of the gym.
"Now you see here, we have our small range of gym wear, mainly for the ladies. But over here we have some items for men, even in your size," she explained. "I'm going to treat you to some smart looking gym attire, on the house. I've gotta look after one of my best draw cards," she said with a big smile on her face.
"First the t-shirt," she said as she stepped towards me and ran her hands down my chest, grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and tried to pull it over my head. With it being still wet and her shorter than me she was struggling to get it off, so I leant forward to assist.
"Hmmmm, very nice," I heard her softly say as she pressed my balled up t-shirt to her chest. She raised the t-shirt to her nose and inhaled deeply, before looking up at me and quickly dropping it.
"Oooops, caught me," she exclaimed, with a little blush. "And now for the shorts," she said reaching out and grabbing the waistband on either side.
I raised my hands and placed them over hers. "Hmmm, I not sure," I said. Looking down into her upturned face.
