Chapter One: The Dark God
This is my true life experience at a gym just outside Washington, DC, circa 2005-2009.
He was young, his birthdate tattooed on his bicep told me he was just 19. Like me, over six feet tall, but unlike me, he had the body of a god. His skin a deep, rich cocoa. His abs formed an eight pack, his nipples were perfect, quarter sized and prominent.
He sat in the steam room, with a towel draped over his crotch. I had worked up a sweat and stepped out for a cool rinse in the shower. When I returned, I noticed his towel bulging with promise, his right hand hidden under the towel. That's when I noticed a tube of vaseline on the bench beside him.
I spread my towel on the bench and sat down again.
With a tiny cock, sometimes guys teased me and called it a clit, you'd think I would be embarrassed to let it show, but I had found that the gym steamroom was the perfect place to put the joke on display; guys that were looking to take charge, to dominate, honed in on dinky dicked guys like me because the chances were pretty good that life had already taught us our place.
This young man was lithe, and more so as he extended one leg in my direction. I could feel the heat of his leg on mine, and I took his reach as a sign. I looked directly at his crotch and licked my lips in the most lascivious manner I could manage. He throbbed and his bulge bounced. I touched myself and licked my lips again.
Just then the steamroom door opened. We were joined by a 30-something hardbody. We both cooled our jets; in fact, the young stud stepped out of the steamroom. He didn't return. After a bit I left. I found him in the dry sauna, sitting in a corner where he couldn't be seen from the door with it's small window. He was furiously stroking his manhood.
I said, "you'll rub yourself raw, can I take care of that for you?"
He didn't speak a word. He just pulled his hand off himself and thrust his hips upward in a bold invitation to submit.
I did.
I sat below him and turned my head toward his brown, bold boner. His cock wasn't "huge" ... about 8" long, but it was, as I would later learn, thick enough to make a man walk bow-legged. Today, however, a first time for us both, I simply worshipped his youthful prominence. Kissing the head of his penis like a long-lost lover, licking his pole like a child's favored lollipop, suckling his large sack and testicles.
His hands slipped around my head.
Gentle pressure let me know what he wanted. What he wanted was to slide his cock down my throat, to make my face his personal pussy. He used his hands - pulling me close and pushing me back - to create a thrusting motion. Gagging, teary-eyed, and adoring his manhood, I took a thorough skull fucking and loved every minute of it.
Then, at last, he spoke, uttering a caution I didn't need: "I'm going to cum!"
He released my head, offering me the chance to rise. I impaled my face on him, gagging and swallowing urging his jizz from his balls and into my gullet. After he shot seven or eight jets of cum, I pulled off. I looked up at him, smiling, and showed him the last remnants of his cum before I greedily swallowed it all.
He just said, "thanks man, we should do this again."
And we did.
After he climaxed in my mouth, and I showed him that I swallowed his jizz, I grabbed my towel, and headed to the showers. He followed shortly. Although we exchanged furtive smiles, we didn't exchange words.
I took a long shower. I was in the habit of keeping my balls and cocklet shaved, so that always extended the time spent under the hot stream.
By the time, I headed to my locker, he was pulling on his Air Jordans. As I walked past him, he spoke softly, "see you next Saturday?"
Chapter Two: Anticipations
I had parked behind the gym, and it was nearing dusk when I exited. I sat in my car, lights off, and pulled out a bottle of poppers I brought with me. I spent the next 10-15 minutes reliving the intense moments of shared pleasure I had just experienced. In short order, I'd covered my hands with sweet, sticky cum and I began to lick and suck the cum off.
Once I'd gotten things "adjusted," I headed home.
"Nice workout sweetheart?" my wife nearly cooed as I walked into the kitchen.
"Great," I enthused, then wondered if maybe I'd been too enthusiastic, but she didn't seem to notice.
"Olympus is always nearly dead on Saturday afternoons," I mentioned, "if you came then, you wouldn't have to wait for a cross-trainer to be free."
How suspicious could my behavior be if I was begging my wife to come to the gym with me?
"Oh sweetie, I know you're right, but I really like going early and getting fired up for the day!"
"Well, I know, but I wanted to let you know, in case you ever change your mind!"
She smiled and thanked me again, none the wiser to the misdeeds of her cock-slurping husband.
I jacked off thinking of Saturday four more times during the week. I hit the gym twice during the week but didn't see my Adonis.
I did see another locker room Lothario. On many occasions, while I showered, I had seen him lingering nearby and pretty frankly and openly watching me as I showered. I had even stroked up a little boner a couple of times for him to enjoy.
After his workouts downstairs, this guy always slipped on a speedo and took some time in the Jacuzzi. The Jacuzzi was oddly placed. It was in a separate section of the locker room, and surrounded by glass on three sides. The hallway to the women's locker room ran past on one of the glass-walled sides. So guys always wore some kind of gear in the Jacuzzi even though there was a separate unit for the ladies.
Mr. Speedo had been giving me looks for weeks. I knew he was up for something. When he had slipped on his speedo and headed toward the Jacuzzi, I got into a pair of swim trunks I'd brought with me, and followed him.
I got into the bubbly water about one third of the way around the Jacuzzi from Mr. Speedo. With the water so frothy, we both safely fondled our crotches without fear of being seen by anyone walking past.
Then it happened.
I felt skin contact. His foot rubbed my lower calf. I didn't resist.
He slid a bit over toward me. I didn't move and I didn't say stop.
His hand brushed the outside of my thigh. I gasped. His hand rolled over from the outside of my thigh to the inside. Then it began that journey that thrills, upward to my crotch.
He caressed my cocklet, which was already rock hard. I spread my thighs to allow him full access. With unspoken permission, he began stroking my clothed manhood.
