I'd been watching this boy in the gym for a while now. We both came in late night, when no one was there. He had a compact little body and wore shorts that hugged his plump muscled ass. It drove me crazy watching him as he did squats or bent over to stretch. It was like he was purposely teasing me. He was small and tight and toned, with well-defined biceps and had close cropped black hair. I could tell he had a light smattering of hair on his chest..
I would watch him in the mirror as I lifted my weights. Arm curls, bench press, leg presses, it didn't matter. My eyes were on him. Every time I saw him, my balls would grow blue and my cock tried to snake its way out of my jock's pouch. After three months of this, I had had enough of his teasing, only to take it out on other unsuspecting tricks afterwards.
I knew the boy watched me too. I caught him several times. He would always turn his head and blush in embarrassment. He couldn't have been more than nineteen, still trying to figure out what he wanted. Tonight I was going to show him. Show him hard. I had enough of the cock teasing.
The gym had cameras everywhere, but the locker room. It was a small locker room, basically a changing room where you could stow your gear. I showed up Friday night, as usual. I started my routine. Ten minutes later he showed up, went into the back and changed and came out showcasing that sexy body. I was going to have him tonight.
I knew he was getting close to the end of his routine, as I was. He was trying to bench press some weight and was struggling hard when I decided to start my plan. I walked over as he put the bar back on the rack and stood over him, my shorts leg right over his face. "Want a spot, boy?" I asked looking down at his redden face. "Can't have you hurting yourself in here."
He took out his ear buds and stammered, "Yeah. That would be great." His voice actually cracked. "I'm not use to using weights, normally stick to the machines and the squats." His eyes never met mine, trained up my shorts leg. I had him. My little birdie wanted my thick juicy worm, and he was going to get it.
"Come on." I smiled mischievously, adjusting my cock for him to see. "Let's see what you can do." With that he took hold of the bar and I placed my hands under for the spot. He pushed up and I encouraged. "Come on, boy. You can do it. Push it up, push it up." I noticed he was staring right up my shorts, not focused on the task at hand at all.
I decided to push the sexual innuendo a bit more I needed him hot and bothered just a bit more. "Do it for me boy, show me you can do it." Three reps in he faltered and I caught the weight. "Not bad for a first try." I smiled looking down. "Want to try with lower weight?" I sat the weight back on the rack.
"Naw," his face was flustered and red from the exertions and embarrassment. "Think I'm going to grab my gear and head home after I stretch. Think I pulled something." He rubbed his cute little bicep. He had a nice body I was going to enjoy. I took my chance, testing the limits with him.
I grabbed his bicep and rubbed the muscle. "Mmmhhh, nice definition, doesn't feel like anything is pulled, just maybe strained." I continued to knead his arm. I saw a shutter go through him. "Go stretch, and I'll meet you in the locker room and see if I can rub it out for you."
"Uh, sure." He was flustered. I could see a small wet stain on the front of his pants and the straining tent of his cock. "That would be great." He awkwardly got up and went to the stretching machine to work out his kinks and I headed straight back to the locker room to prepare.
I stripped down to my jock and sat waiting on the bench for him. I knew he would be here shortly. I was ready to have him and he was ready to be had. When he came in, his face turned a shade of crimson as he saw my well packed jock. "Get in here boy." I growled as he shut the door. "Get that shirt off so I can really work you."
"Yes, sir." He automatically answered as he pulled off his shirt. I liked that automatic obedience. He wasn't told to, but he pulled off his shorts too revealing that gorgeous ass. He stood there in just his jock, his cloths on the bench not knowing what to do. I admired that delicious body I was going to feast on.
"Get over here." He obeyed without a second thought standing before me. "Nice definition." I said, cupping his pouch. I could feel his harden excitement as I played with his balls through his pouch. It was a simple white jock, bought at some athletic store compared to my band name black jock. "Let's take a look in the back." I whipped him around and took hold of those delicious looking mounds. I squeezed and ran my hands over those taunt buns. "I like the work you've done on these, boy"
"My name..." He fumbled through gasps. "My name is Justin."