Taen at the Gym

Ed POV

The cold bit at my hands as I tried to scan into the gym with my phone. Every single time I could never get the angle quite right, and today was no exception. Eventually I managed to tilt at just the right angle as the door slid open. I picked up my bag from the ground and walked up the stairs to the locker room to dump my bag off in one of the lockers.

Closing it, I grabbed my water and headed to the door that had swung open in front of me. Josh stood in the doorway open mouthed, his cheeks reddening. Fuck he looked cute. Short, Asian, slim, his neat black hair looking flawless. His clothes draped off his well-toned frame, If I hadn't had him naked a week ago, I wouldn't have imagined what wonders lay beneath them.

From the way he was standing he hadn't forgotten about what I had done to him either. It was one of the things that had surprised me about getting older. I thought I'd have to settle for less sex, but there's always a twink in need of reassurance.

And give them a good time, they'll always want more.

I waved to him, grinning 'What you working on today Josh?"

'Hi Ed," he stuttered,"Uhm, legs.'

Fuck he was adorable. 'Good man," I nodded, "got to keep that ass nice and strong.' The reddening on his cheeks turned into a full scarlet blush as he looked at the ground. I walked towards him in the doorway, 'I'm working the same, come on.'

He stood there awkwardly in front of me, 'Uhm, sorry I have to pee. And I've only got squats left.'

The way he was staring at me, it was almost as if he was asking permission if he could go.

'Take your time," I smiled, "I'll wait.'

One thing I've learnt over the years, that it's important to know your signals, making sure the people you're hitting on are into it, and you're not just being a creep at the gym. The smile that popped onto his face told me all I need to know as he ran to one of the cubicles, closing the door.

I waited for him to be finished as he rushed back over to me, following me to the squat racks. The gym was mostly empty, only a few older women talking on the treadmills in the far corner.

I started to load up the bar, taking the weight easily on my shoulders as I lowered myself, starting my reps. I could see in the mirror Josh admiring my form, thinking I couldn't see. I still fucking had it.

I re-racked the weight taking a twenty plate off each side.

'Your go.' I offered.

He stood there embarrassed, before taking one of the plates off. I grabbed the other side before he started his weight.

I patted his shoulder reassuringly, "Don't worry, keep consistent, you'll get there."

Josh stood under the bar taking the weight, as I admired him dropping low with it. The boy was flexible, going deep into that squat. He re-racked the weight, slightly out of breath.

'Looking good,' I said, smacking him gently on the ass as he passed. "No wonder those glutes are so firm.'

"Thanks" he muttered embarrassed, his face glowing at the attention.

I took Josh's spot, loading my weight and completing my second set, and setting the rack up for Josh. I made it a bit heavier than his last set.

As I finished I turned to Josh. He was looking at the floor, his body to me slightly. I remembered those days. I looked down, seeing an obvious tent in his gym shorts.

'Your go Josh.'. I leant close whispering in his ear, 'Just because I've got you hard is no reason to skip your set.'

Josh moved forward, embarrassed under the weight. He looked at me.

I smiled at him, 'Don't worry, I've got you.'

He bent down, taking the weight squatting it, getting seven.

"Good man," I said as he approached me, his face brightening. "Only one more set."

I loaded myself up for the last time, taking my time and feeling the weight. I turned to see Josh wasn't hiding his hard on anymore.

"You're go." I nodded to the bar.

Josh took the weight, moving through the rep quickly.

"Take your time Josh. Don't rush the movement." I scolded.

He began slowing down, controlling the movement.

"There Josh, doesn't that feel better when you listen to me."

Josh grunted as he struggled on his last rep, just managing to rerack it. He staggered, his legs tired, before he turned, looking expectantly at me.

I looked around at the empty gym, I could hear the women talking about their weekend on the treadmill. I walked behind him, placing my hands on his shoulders.

'Not quite done yet. You should stretch.' I whispered to him.

He looked at me, half scared, half excited.

All fucking hard.

'Hands on the wall, one foot in front of the other.'

He got into the position, a classic calf stretch. I moved in right in behind him, my hands rubbing on his hips, my crotch rubbing on his ass, shielding his body from view.

His voice was panicked, "What if someone sees."

'There's no one here, and you're going to cum quick like a good boy aren't you." I explained calmly to him. I reached my right hand into the front of his shorts, grabbing his slick dick and stroking it, my left gripping his hip tightly.

I leant into him, my mouth right beside his ear. 'God, you're such a horny boy aren't you.'

'Yes.' He agreed, his voice tight.

"You've been hoping you'd see me all workout haven't you." I kept stroking him, slipping his dick fully out of his shorts, praying nobody would come.

'Yes.' He agreed, his voice going from taut to strained, the squelch of his wet dick in my hand filling our area.

"I know you have. You've been jerking off thinking about last weekend haven't you."

'Mhhm, yeah.' He was moaning into the mirror, able to see my face clearly as I spoke to him. Theres nothing more beautiful than a twink close to cumming.

'I'm going to make you cum now, and you're going to keep quiet, so we don't get caught, right."

'Yes. Please.' His voice was begging, dripping with anticipation.

I started stroking his cock quickly, moving my mouth to kiss and bite his neck, gripping him tighter against my own erection.

He started moaning loud before catching himself, his ass rubbing against my crotch subconsciously, taking every ounce of concentration to not moan out loud.

I heard a high intake of air, as I felt my hand grow wet. I kept stroking for a few more minutes, each stroke bringing another quiet murmur from Josh. I let go of his dick, bringing my hand to his face.

'Lick it clean please." I instructed quietly. Josh took no convincing, lapping at my fingers hungrily, sucking. The boy was still in heat, backing his hips against my own dick.

My hand clean I stepped away. 'No, not yet. I have my work out to finish. I'll be half an hour, wait for me in the changing rooms. And I want you clean."

'But I don't have a towel." I heard his voice call after me as I walked to the leg press.

I looked over my shoulder to him. 'Guess you'll drip dry then."