Nailed at the Gym
Nick hadn't gone back to the farm since Francis had fucked him. It had been a week since the best Monday of his life, but Nick was far too scared to go back. He wasn't sure if Francis would be happy or pissed to see him. Was Francis fucking him so hard and rough supposed to be some sort of punishment for spying on him? And if it wasn't, was fucking him a one-time thing or did Francis want him to come regularly? He'd made no mention of it after it happened last week, and Nick didn't dare ask him.
But for now, Nick hadn't paid much attention to these problems. He had a test on Wednesday that got in the way of him working out at the gym. After writing it that morning, Nick decided to make up the lost gym time the same night.
Nick was a lean boy, with no fat on him, but not much muscle either. His arms were getting a bit defined after two months of working out, and his chest wasn't as flat as a ten-year old girl's anymore. He would have been more well-built if he spent some actual time working out-not pretending to like he usually did.
When Nick Evans worked out on Tuesdays and Thursday, he'd put on his tightest jockstrap, long baggy shorts, a regular t-shirt, bring his iPhone, and his earphones. He'd put on some music, pick up a set of weights that weren't too heavy, and do bicep workouts at the back of the gym, where he could see everyone else working out in plain view.
The gym was a rectangular room, which made it easy for him to see others. It was about 80% guys with the rest girls. It was the perfect time for Nick to enjoy his music, watch the hot, muscular men work out, spy on dicks and asses in the change rooms, watch them touch themselves in the showers, and then jack off when he was done.
This Wednesday was especially different for Nick, since it wasn't his usual work out night. The guys were different than who he'd been used too, and the new array of muscle was a turn on for him. Just from what he'd seen walking past the windows, Nick knew it would be a good night.
Nick strolled to the change rooms, holding his gym bag and finding a bench furthest away from any changing guy. The locker room was also rectangular, so Nick found that changing his clothes away from everyone gave him a better-and safer-vantage point.
Nick sat there, lazily taking off his Nikes, which weren't suited for running on the treadmill. He undid the laces slowly, looking up to see if there were any hot guys around, and surely there were.
He was listening to music while scouting out the other dudes hanging around. There were two others in there with him, one was about 6'2", and the other a couple inches shorter. The tallest was a blond jock with a big, beefy body, hairless everywhere except his legs, and bright blue eyes with a sharp face. He was just coming out of the showers, his fat, muscular chest wet and his small hint of abs were flexing as he walked. He had huge arms, the veins visible like Francis', and as he walked to his locker, he turned around and sat on his bench, scrolling on his phone. He had a muscled back, which flexed and rippled as he hunched over. Nick felt his dick expand in his shorts.
The other dude was fully dressed, having just come from outside. He was wearing a windbreaker, a pair of jeans and big boots. He had a dark, manly face with thick stubble and his dark brown hair pulled back in a bun. His thick eyebrows, straight jaws and big grey eyes made Nick want to suck his cock right there. But all Nick could do was pretend to undo his shoes and watch quietly out of the corner of his eyes.
The guy unzipped his jacket, showing off a maroon shirt that was tight on his frame. He pulled it off, revealing his thin, lean figure. He had a good chest with dark, taught nipples, and a eight-pack of ribbed, rigid abs. His had a small v down his waist that had a light fuzz of pubes. He was hot, and his deep tan made him stand out from the others guys Nick was used to seeing.
Nick watched him push the shirt and jacket in his bag. He pulled on a grey shirt made of some athletic, sweat-proof material that was tight enough that it clung to his chest and abs like a second skin. He then proceeded with his shoes and shorts. He kicked off his runners, and then pulled off his shorts, showing Nick his loose-fitting boxers, like the ones Francis sometimes wore. He turned around, where Nick could see an ass pressing against the cloth, as if asking him to free his cheeks. Then, he stud pulled them down.
His brown ass was lighter than the rest of his chestnut skin, and it made Nick horny to see it was covered in small brown hairs. The cheeks were round and perky, just like Nick's. The stud turned around, looking through his gym bag for something, letting his dick and balls swing freely. Nick almost let out a horny gasp.
The dude's dick was soft and thick, uncut, and about five inches long. It bounced atop the two low-hanging balls, which swung back and forth like a ring of loose keys. The beautiful sight of soft, nude dick lasted for only a moment. The young man took some underwear out of his bag, turned back around and quickly put them on, bending over, and exposing his dark, hairy asshole to Nick.
He now wore a pair of long, spandex boxer-briefs that made his ass look like two huge beach balls. He was still turned around and Nick couldn't get another look at his bulge. But the ass and thick hairy thighs were certainly not a let down. He bent over to pack his shoes, and as he did so, Nick got a glimpse of his balls pressing against the shorts. Then he pulled on a different pair of loose shorts, sat down and began tying his shoes.
Nick had undone both of his own shoes by now. He had taken out his runners and pretended to put them on while he watched the blond guy get up and drop his towel. His huge, thick ass wiggled as the towel left his cheeks, and he began to wipe himself down, rubbing his chest, his abs, his dick and his balls. He bent over to wipe his legs, showing off his bright, hairless asshole to the whole world.
Nick could feel his own dick pressing up against his jockstrap and making an imprint on his shorts. His boner wanted to be free, free to jack off and spurt cum all over. His music was pumping hard in his ears, and he felt like humping something-anything-to get his rocks off.
The blond didn't turn around. He grabbed a pair of boxer briefs from his locker, slipped them on and struggled to get them up over his damp ass. It was a good show, but unfortunately, the only sight of his dick that Nick got was a slight bulge in the front as he turned to sit down after pulling on his shorts and putting on some socks. He smiled at something on his phone, scratched his balls, and then put on a shirt. In a matter of seconds, he was all packed, and Nick was the only one left in the locker room.
Nick contemplated jacking off right then and there, but he knew that anyone could walk in-and there were even more hot guys in the actual gym. An older man entered the locker room and Nick felt his dick flatten again.
After everyone was gone, Nick changed in a matter of seconds. He put on his work out clothes, grabbed a bottle of water and set off for the gym. He sat on the mats and stretched for a long while, stealing glimpses at the other hotties stretching their legs and arms around him, flexing their muscles and doing poses that got Nick horny. He imagined what these men would be like in bed.
