Hello fellow Literotica readers. This is my first ever story. I have lots of ideas for more stories in the future...so if you could rate and comment (for my encouragement) it would be greatly appreciated.
Hope you enjoy it. S
The gym was even quieter than usual for a Friday evening, just the way I like it. Empty of the meat-head gym rats filling the room with their intimidating toxic atmosphere. Posing for each other, intoxicated in mutual admiration of biceps, hard quads and tight glutes. All under the guise of achieving perfection.
At 6.32 pm on a Friday, those types would by now have finished preening themselves and already be nose deep in a £20 bag, on the hunt for some weekend pussy. The room was also vacant of the annoying newbies, hogging space and mixing up the dumbbells. I wasn't in the mood for those. It had been a long hard week at work and I just wanted to release a little bit of tension on the punch bag and run a few miles or so.
"See you later lads, see you Monday, yeah," I shout to Rob and Connor. They have been regulars here at BodyPro for longer than I have. That left me and another guy, Caden, I think I'd heard people call him.
Caden has been coming to the gym two or three times a week for the last couple of months or so, we haven't spoken apart from a few hello's. He is a popular guy, but pretty quiet, and keeps himself to himself, much like myself. He arrives, trains with his air-pods in, showers and leaves. That's pretty much everything I knew about him - up until this evening, like, up until right now. Now, I know that Caden is hung. I know this because I have spent an extra half hour on this treadmill, watching him, watching it, captivated by it...swinging and flopping around in his shorts.
I'm not bad looking and I've had my fair share of compliments but Caden is Calvin Klien model standard. Tall, at least 6'1" with a chiseled, stubbled face. Outstanding physique but no muscle-bound meat-head by any means. The thin strands of his gym vest hang on his sculpted, tanned broad shoulders and he looks so sexy with his sweat-soaked hair swept up in a top-knot.
I'm consumed in fantasy watching, imagining its girth, its weight. I want to see it, taste it. I stop the treadmill and lean forward resting upon my forearms hoping for a peek up his shorts as he lays himself back on a bench. His biceps and triceps flex under the weight of a barbell. I can feel pre-cum oozing from my cock as the movement from his tapping feet makes his cock fall from laying on his thigh to nestled between what I imagine are big, heavy manly balls. I towel my face while heading for the showers, leaving before I start to drool.
Up to this point in my life I had never considered myself anything other than completely heterosexual; well, actually that's not strictly a true statement if I'm honest. The last 6 months have been a rollercoaster of emotions, questioning my sexuality. I love women - all women, I wouldn't say I even have a type. Older, younger, blonde, brunette. I'm not particularly fussy, if they are pretty and fun, that's enough for me. Funnily enough, it was an ex of mine that had started me fantasizing about cock. It had taken a few weeks of persuading but it was Emma that had introduced me to pegging - getting fucked with a strap-on cock. I have always been willing to try new things, you don't know you don't like it if you don't try it...right?
It started innocently enough with analingus during amazing blow-jobs, fingering my ass and giving me the most incredible prostate orgasms. We eventually progressed to sex toys and using dildos during amazing wank play. The experimentation took a dramatic turn one day when she announced. "I have a surprise for you," Emma beamed a huge smile sitting next to a large cardboard box.
"What is it?" I asked. She grinned back at me, excited for me to open it.
"Open it and find out." I tore off the tape, excited and curious. "Now don't freak out!" Emma warned. I opened the box and rummaged through the styrofoam.
"Really?" I questioned. Holding up a harness and a 7" silicone cock. "Don't you think this is a step too far Emma!" Inside, secretly I was excited at the prospect.
"Why? You enjoy it, I enjoy it, so why not? No one's gonna know, it doesn't mean you're gay or anything. There's more by the way," she laughed. Emma had perched herself on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, temptingly revealing her stocking tops. She tapped the box, excited for me to see it.
I returned to the box searching Its depths. I pulled out a bigger 10" cock. It was magnificent, thicker than the 7" one. It had balls, veins and flared glans. The girth of its shaft made it hang under its weight. "Now that is a bit much Em! I can't take that, that'll do me damage," I said. Holding it to my crotch, flopping it around.
"Don't be ridiculous. We'll use the lube and a smaller one first to open you up. You'll fucking love it...you dirty slut!" Emna mocked. I loved it when she called me dirty names, it made everything feel so naughty and sordid.
"I'm not sure Em?" Emma fucked me that night, I loved it!" It wasn't long before Emma became sexually dominant, making me her bitch. Abusing me, she would fuck my ass every night and force me to gag on those cocks. We split up a few months after that, I missed Emma but I quickly realised I missed getting fucked more. Was I Bisexual? Possibly. So, yeah, the last 6 months have been different.
I fantasize now about sucking cock, any cock, think about it weekly. No daily. I watch porn, now envious of the girls submitting to the power of big thick cocks, gagging and slobbering making them pulse and spasm as they shoot their cum. I've found myself looking at men to see if I am attracted to a certain 'type'. Young and girlish or the masculine type or older and experienced. The dilemma I now face is does this fascination remain a fantasy or do I go for it and finally suck a real cock.
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The showers and changing rooms at BodyPro had not yet been renovated from the old team shower set up of the old Feltham rugby ground. Group showers can be quite an intimidating place amongst hard bodies and endowed, confident men. The changing area was underwhelmingly finished in plain white tile. Slatted wooden benches lined its perimeter with a further bench down the center of one big open area. I had retrieved my belongings from the wall of lockers and set them down near the shower entrance on the right.
I was pleased to have the place to myself as I stepped into the showers with a rock-hard cock. Luckily I am now limp under one of the six shower heads. Caden is 3 shower heads along on my right. My insides are fluttering with nervous excitement at having him next to me - naked. I can see him out of my peripheral vision, I plunge my face under the stream of water to resist the temptation to watch. The body and the bare cock I have been lusting over for the last hour is right there next to me, hanging, swinging. I desperately wanted to let my eyes fall on it. I turn to my right, casually as I wipe the water flooding my face. I see it, it is huge. A monster, thick even in its flaccid state. Holy fuck!
In a split second, I watch hot soapy suds cascade down his hard body and waterfall off the tip of his big cock-head. I wish his hands were mine as they smooth over his tattooed thigh and across his tight buttocks, dipping his fingers in between his cheeks to clean his asshole. The water ripples off his tight, muscular torso and streams from his ballsack. Cleaning the length of his cock he jerks it to rinse under his foreskin, it flops down onto his soapy hanging balls. My heart sinks to my stomach as we catch a gaze into each other's eyes. A smirk spreads across his face and I know he's caught me. I quickly turn off my shower and leave as he fills a hand with shampoo and lathers his hair.
I quickly towel myself dry. I throw on my jeans and my Timberlands hoping to get out of the changing rooms before he's finished. Fear and dread overcome me. I gulp and freeze for a second as I hear the water stop. Caden steps out of the shower, and his glorious cock passes me right at my eye level. Fuck! ok Jay, what are you gonna do now? I think to myself. Stepping to the mirror to comb my hair I see him, he's staring straight at me as he towels himself off. My insides are swirling with nerves as I watch him, watching me. He stares. I think, I think he wants me to watch him. Ok, I'll fuckin watch him!
I return to my seat and his eyes lock onto mine - I stare back. The room is deathly silent but for the sound of the towel on his skin. Lifting a foot onto the bench he displays his cock and balls to me proudly as he whips the towel over his head to dry his back. Oh my god, his body is flawless, I hold his gaze. My inner voice is going wild...he's daring you, Jay, daring you to look at it. He looks away. I instantly explored his body. His thick chest has a light covering of dark hair wisping down over a ridged six-pack. Defined oblique muscles form a v-shaped torso and point down to a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. I feel a twinge in my cock as I watch him stroke his foreskin back and forth making his heavy balls dance. His cock is thick at the root with a nicely veined soft-skinned shaft and a thick, flared dark red glans.
The air in the room is thick with tension and I'm so turned on. I turn away as I pull my T-shirt on.
"Are you off anywhere nice tonight?" he asked. Suddenly, breaking the tension and the silence.
"Sor...sorry what?" I answer.
"You off out? anywhere nice?" he repeats.
"Ah, sorry, No just over to The Crown for a couple, It's been a long week y'know."
"Yeah," he replies. A cunning, wily smile spreads across his face as though he's thinking or planning something.
Feeling a bit foolish and embarrassed I pick up my bag and jacket and leave.
"See you next week, maybe." I don't look at him again or even wait for a response. I'm shaking like a leaf, I can't get out of the place quick enough. My heart is racing and my mouth is so dry I feel sick. Finally, I hit the cool fresh air of the evening, I take a couple of deep breaths to calm myself. "Holy shit Jay, what the fuck? How did that happen?" I verbally ask myself in the dusk of the evening.
I jog myself over the road between the traffic, heading straight for the bar at The Crown. "A bottle of Peroni, and eh..2 shots of Don Julio please." I rub my brow, mulling over what had just happened and replay the full scenario over again in my head, berating myself as I waited for my drinks.
"Hey, if you're ever gonna suck a real cock Jay you're gonna have to be a bit cooler than that," I tell myself. "You could have sucked him off there but you bottled it, bottled it!" I shakily pay the barman, instantly shooting one of the tequilas at the busy bar, raucous with inaudible chatter.
