I noticed him the first day he walked into LA Fitness. He was pretty toned young college jock. Not huge. Just fit. He had light brown, almost dark blonde short hair and a chiseled jaw line.
He looked like a could be my type if he were a little bigger. And older. But for now, I was enjoying watching him try to figure out how to do a proper dead lift.
He loaded 175 on the bar and struggled to get it up. I could do 175 with one hand. I thought.
I carried on about my workout as if nothing were new or different. Probably watching the hot blonde in front of me on the stair climber, and the total stud on the bench across the way whose dick was bulging out of his shorts.
The next day, Jordan was at the gym again. Same time. Same circuit. I just shook my head and powered through leg day. As usual, I walked into the locker room after the leg press with a semi in my jock. Pushing my hand down into my shorts to adjust myself, I walked around the corner to my locker to discover Jordan just dropping his shorts. He was standing there in boxers and a tee shirt.
“Oh, hey man. I’m Jordan.” he greeted me with a big goofy smile.
I pulled my right hand out of my jock and stuck it out. “Hey! I’m TJ. Nice to meet you.” I didn’t consciously offer him the hand that had just been tugging on my sac, but he grabbed it without blinking.
“Couldn’t help but notice you out there TJ. You’re built as hell. Would love to pick your brain sometime.”
“Yea man, I’ve worked hard for these gains. Would be happy to grab a beer or something after I rinse off if you’ve got time.”
“Yea, that sounds great. I was just about to rinse off too.”
“Perfect. Meet you right here after the shower.”
“Sounds good.”
By now I had dropped my shorts and jock, torn off my shirt and was holding my towel. I was talking to Jordan buck naked. He didn’t flinch. Not his first time in a locker room clearly. I did notice him casually checking me out, but that could have been just admiration since we were talking about my dedication.
I showered and returned to my locker. I was just pulling my boxer briefs up and adjusting my dick in the pouch when Jordan walked in wrapped in a towel. He hung it over his locker and stood naked rooting around for a clean pair of boxers.
I took the chance to check him out a little more thoroughly. I was, after all, a mere 2 feet from his unit. His dick was totally soft and cut. He hung a respectable 4 inches or so. A nice pink head and really cool circ scar. He had decent nuts. What took me by surprise is that he was totally upkept down there. Hairy nuts and his bush was out of control. No hair anywhere else though.
We carried on very casual conversation while getting dressed and decided to go to a bar called Founding Father’s in DT Buffalo. I like it there and it’s near my house. He lived in the city too, so it was the perfect place to meet up.
At the bar, we each grabbed a beer and sat at a high top in the back. I wanted to be able to see the people coming and going (I’m a people watcher) and he wanted to be kind of discrete. Why, I don’t know.
“So I have to tell you man, I couldn’t help but notice your abs are insane.” he started.
“Yea, takes a lot of work and they’re a constant struggle. It’s a delicate balance between having a flat stomach and having a 6 pack. One night of pizza and beer and those abs are gone.”
“I believe that. Do you think you can show me how to better work them sometime?”
This dude’s looking for a trainer, I thought. “I’m no trainer, to be perfectly upfront. I can’t legally help you in the gym. But I’ll give you pointers and maybe come over to you while you’re working out… like workout partners.”
“Yes! That sounds perfect.”
“Excellent. I’m there at the same time most days. What’s your number, and I’ll text you if it’s going to be different.”
We exchanged digits, and drank a couple more beers. I wanted to get to know Jordan a little more. He is straight, with a girlfriend, who really is only into shredded guys. There’s the motivation behind this. They’ve been dating on and off for months. He hinted at why she keeps coming back, but didn’t say it outright. “I have other, redeeming qualities. I have a feeling you know what I mean.” he said with a smirk.
I was certain I knew what he meant, but we had just met, and I wasn’t really getting the vibe from him. Every guy comments on my dick at some point. Just because a guy steals a peek at my hang down and comments doesn’t mean he’s interested. And after all, Jordan didn’t comment on my dick. \
The next day Jordan and I met up at the gym as planned. I showed him how to work his upper body while I did shoulders and back. I figured maybe I should just target upper/lower body until he learned the proper execution of the various exercises and then hone in on zones. He proved to be a fast study.
Each day, we would meet, workout, shower, and leave. About once a week we grabbed a beer after. It never got sexual, or funky.
Within a month I started seeing some real gains in Jordan. His arms were defined, his pecs were showing up, and he had a hint of a V. He certainly was happy with his results.
One afternoon after a particularly intense leg circuit, I stripped down in the locker room and had a semi. It was more swollen than usual and Jordan was swollen too. “Fuck dude. I just need to hurry up and get out of here. I need to get off” he said half jokingly.
“Yea, I hear that man. Jennine’s on the rag though, so I guess it’s my hand tonight.”
This was ground breaking. We had never mentioned sex before. We would comment on the girls at the gym and I certainly had seen him with a semi countless times. He had seen me swollen up too.
“I was gonna ask if you wanted a beer tonight dude. Could really go for a cold one” I mentioned in the showers.
“Hell. Yea. That sounds great. Father’s?”
“Yes sir.”
At the bar, we grabbed the beer from the bar and went to our usual spot. Tonight, Jordan confessed that he and his girl had broken up again, this time for good. I consoled him and inquired further.
“She just isn’t attracted to my body.”
“She’s a bitch dude. I mean, I’m sorry. But you look fantastic.”
“Thanks man. Just hard to focus when I feel like I’ve been working my balls off for her and she doesn’t see it.”
“I get that. Why don’t you keep going, and we’ll shred you. Make her jealous.”
The conversation continued like this for awhile and he steered the conversation to sex.
“It’s just. The sex was amazing. But…. I don’t know. I liked it. But….”
“But what?”
“I don’t know. I…. dude, this is embarrassing. You swear you won’t tell anyone or hate me?”
“Swear to God man. Spit it out.”
“Fuck. Ok. Well. I just. Fuck.”
“Come on man. Just say it.” I put my hand on his arm. (I assumed he was going to come out, but wasn’t sure).
“I just. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Wait. What?”
“Like. Whenever I think about you I kinda get….like….turned on a little.”
Smirking. I wanted to get with him for weeks. After I got to know him and after he really started making gains I wanted him.
“Ok. You understand that there is NOTHING wrong with that, right?”
“Yea. I know. It’s just weird.”
“OK, so I have an idea. Why don’t we go to your place and talk a little more.”
“Yea, ok. I mean, I don’t want anyone to know.”
“You can trust me.”
At his place, we walked in and he handed me a beer from the fridge. He was wearing loose shorts and freeballing from the gym. I was in sweats, also freeballing.
We sat on his couch and the conversation continued. I pushed him about what turned him on and he revealed that he couldn’t stop thinking about my body and how sexy (his word) it is.
I figured I should just go in for the kill. “You want to touch me?”
“Kind of.”
I took his hand and placed it on my chest. He started squeezing my pec. Then he moved to the other one.
He moved down to my abs. I flexed as he rubbed his hand over my washboards. I leaned forward and pulled my shirt off. He starred at me and kept rubbing my upper body.
I reached over and did the same to him. I hit his nipple and pinched slightly. He moaned a little. I pulled his shirt off and rubbed his body too. He was really getting big and fit. His chest was rock hard and his abs tight as hell.
I could see his dick start pulsing in his shorts. I pushed his hand down to my thigh. He rubbed my thigh, inching his way toward the inner. I did the same to him. As I rubbed his inner thigh he opened his legs slightly.
I slid my hand up into his shorts and brushed against his semi hard dick and balls. He moaned again.
He did the same to me. I had sweats on, so he couldn’t go up the leg, but he slid his hand up to my crotch and rubbed my semi lightly.
I stood up and pushed my sweats down. My cock was just starting to drool precum and the head flared out enough to push the skin back. His eyes got huge. “Holy fuck you’re big.” he said.
“Wait till you see it at full mast.”
I knelt down between his legs and pulled his stiffening dick out of his shorts. “What are you…” I engulfed him in my mouth and throated him immediately. He moaned loud.
By the time I pulled back off him, his dick had grown to fully hard. He was massive. Definitely a grower. He had to have had at least 8 inches. I stroked him and blew him and throated him effortlessly.
“Oh fuck TJ. You’re gonna make me cum.”
“Feed me that protein Jordan.”
He pushed my head down and unloaded in my mouth. A decent load splattered the back of my throat. He shook and moaned so loud.
I pulled off of him and swallowed up. I was throbbing at this point. He didn’t want to blow me, but he wanted to jerk me off.
I sat back down and let him work my cock in his fist for what seemed like forever.
Finally, he dipped down and took just my head in his mouth. His mouth was so hot, my cock seared as he wrapped his lips around me. He flicked his tongue against my ridge and jacked me like a mad man.
I pushed a finger deep in my hole and worked my gland to help him along. Within a minute I was ready to cum. “God dude. I’m gonna bust.”
He pulled off me. “Will you stand over me and cum on my chest?”
I stood up immediately and crouched over him. I gave my dick three pumps and I exploded all over his chest, neck, and abs.
After, I helped him clean up with a towel and we had a beer together naked, sitting on the couch.
“Same time tomorrow?” I asked.
“Absolutely.”
I left and got a text from him later that read, “Hey man. I just can’t meet up again. I’m sorry. I’m straight and I think it will be weird from now on.”
“That’s too bad man. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you. And as far as the rest goes, we definitely don’t have to act on that again. It’s not a big deal for me. But trust me. You’re not straight - at least not totally.”
“Good bye TJ. Thanks for all the help. See you around.”
“If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
More than three weeks went by. No Jordan. I had almost forgotten about him when I looked up one afternoon while I was sitting at Father’s after a particularly intense workout. “Hey, can we talk?”
“Woah. Damn. Of course Jordan.”
“So, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and I’ve realized that I was a total cock to you. I was in a bad place and you helped me realize something about myself.”
“Oh yea, what’s that?”
“Well I’m definitely not gay.”
“Not to be a dick, but you’re not straight, either.”
“Nope. You’re wrong about that.”
“Yea. Ok.”
I leaned over to him, and whispered in his ear, “I bet you’ve been stroking that massive cock off thinking about how good I blew you. And if you thought that was good, you should feel how tight my pussy is.”
He dropped his head. When he looked up he was smirking. I took a chance and reached under the table and gave his crotch a squeeze. He was rock hard.
I leaned in again, “I thought so.”
At his place again, I pushed him down on the couch and pulled his sweats off. I immediately swallowed his dick whole. He moaned like a bitch. “I wanna fuck you. It’s all I think about.”
I stood up and dropped my sweats. I licked my finger and rubbed it into my hole. He grabbed a condom from the bedroom and came back to the couch. As soon as he had the Trojan rolled down over his dick I sat on him. His cock working its way up my ass. He moaned again.
“You wanna fuck me dude? Then FUCK ME!”
I got off him and got down on all fours in the living room. “Show me what you’ve got stud.”
He dropped down and mounted me. Slamming his dick deep in me. He growled as I moaned. I arched my back and let him sink in to the root. “Thought you were going to slam me?”
He started thrusting deep and hard. Fucking me furiously.
I will say, he was good. Really good.
Within a few minutes he said, “Holy fuck I’m gonna cum.”
“Breed me Jordan”
He pushed deep and exploded inside me. I squeezed down, milking his cock for every drop. When he pulled out he lost the condom in my ass because I was squeezing so hard.
He pulled it out and I flipped over. My cock standing straight up. I took it in his mouth and blew me for all he had. I was already close. “I’m gonna cum.”
He nodded and I exploded down his throat. He swallowed up and got up to toss the used rubber.
“Grab me a beer.”
He came back with two beers. We sat on his couch naked again, watching basketball. We didn’t say another word about the sex.
I left after the beer.
Later I got a text: “So. Yea. You’ve got a tight pussy.”
“Told you.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“Same time as usual.”
We kept working out and fucking for a couple months. Every few days we’d work out, shower, grab a beer at Father’s then go to his place, fuck, have a beer and I’d leave.
Eventually, he started dating a chick that he met at the gym. They started going to a different LA after he moved in with her.
I saw him today which is what prompted this story. He’s fucking HUGE now. I Facebook stalked him, which led to his insta. Holy mother of god is this guy sexy. He’s still with the same girl and they’re expecting their first child.
He looked like a could be my type if he were a little bigger. And older. But for now, I was enjoying watching him try to figure out how to do a proper dead lift.
He loaded 175 on the bar and struggled to get it up. I could do 175 with one hand. I thought.
I carried on about my workout as if nothing were new or different. Probably watching the hot blonde in front of me on the stair climber, and the total stud on the bench across the way whose dick was bulging out of his shorts.
The next day, Jordan was at the gym again. Same time. Same circuit. I just shook my head and powered through leg day. As usual, I walked into the locker room after the leg press with a semi in my jock. Pushing my hand down into my shorts to adjust myself, I walked around the corner to my locker to discover Jordan just dropping his shorts. He was standing there in boxers and a tee shirt.
“Oh, hey man. I’m Jordan.” he greeted me with a big goofy smile.
I pulled my right hand out of my jock and stuck it out. “Hey! I’m TJ. Nice to meet you.” I didn’t consciously offer him the hand that had just been tugging on my sac, but he grabbed it without blinking.
“Couldn’t help but notice you out there TJ. You’re built as hell. Would love to pick your brain sometime.”
“Yea man, I’ve worked hard for these gains. Would be happy to grab a beer or something after I rinse off if you’ve got time.”
“Yea, that sounds great. I was just about to rinse off too.”
“Perfect. Meet you right here after the shower.”
“Sounds good.”
By now I had dropped my shorts and jock, torn off my shirt and was holding my towel. I was talking to Jordan buck naked. He didn’t flinch. Not his first time in a locker room clearly. I did notice him casually checking me out, but that could have been just admiration since we were talking about my dedication.
I showered and returned to my locker. I was just pulling my boxer briefs up and adjusting my dick in the pouch when Jordan walked in wrapped in a towel. He hung it over his locker and stood naked rooting around for a clean pair of boxers.
I took the chance to check him out a little more thoroughly. I was, after all, a mere 2 feet from his unit. His dick was totally soft and cut. He hung a respectable 4 inches or so. A nice pink head and really cool circ scar. He had decent nuts. What took me by surprise is that he was totally upkept down there. Hairy nuts and his bush was out of control. No hair anywhere else though.
We carried on very casual conversation while getting dressed and decided to go to a bar called Founding Father’s in DT Buffalo. I like it there and it’s near my house. He lived in the city too, so it was the perfect place to meet up.
At the bar, we each grabbed a beer and sat at a high top in the back. I wanted to be able to see the people coming and going (I’m a people watcher) and he wanted to be kind of discrete. Why, I don’t know.
“So I have to tell you man, I couldn’t help but notice your abs are insane.” he started.
“Yea, takes a lot of work and they’re a constant struggle. It’s a delicate balance between having a flat stomach and having a 6 pack. One night of pizza and beer and those abs are gone.”
“I believe that. Do you think you can show me how to better work them sometime?”
This dude’s looking for a trainer, I thought. “I’m no trainer, to be perfectly upfront. I can’t legally help you in the gym. But I’ll give you pointers and maybe come over to you while you’re working out… like workout partners.”
“Yes! That sounds perfect.”
“Excellent. I’m there at the same time most days. What’s your number, and I’ll text you if it’s going to be different.”
We exchanged digits, and drank a couple more beers. I wanted to get to know Jordan a little more. He is straight, with a girlfriend, who really is only into shredded guys. There’s the motivation behind this. They’ve been dating on and off for months. He hinted at why she keeps coming back, but didn’t say it outright. “I have other, redeeming qualities. I have a feeling you know what I mean.” he said with a smirk.
I was certain I knew what he meant, but we had just met, and I wasn’t really getting the vibe from him. Every guy comments on my dick at some point. Just because a guy steals a peek at my hang down and comments doesn’t mean he’s interested. And after all, Jordan didn’t comment on my dick. \
The next day Jordan and I met up at the gym as planned. I showed him how to work his upper body while I did shoulders and back. I figured maybe I should just target upper/lower body until he learned the proper execution of the various exercises and then hone in on zones. He proved to be a fast study.
Each day, we would meet, workout, shower, and leave. About once a week we grabbed a beer after. It never got sexual, or funky.
Within a month I started seeing some real gains in Jordan. His arms were defined, his pecs were showing up, and he had a hint of a V. He certainly was happy with his results.
One afternoon after a particularly intense leg circuit, I stripped down in the locker room and had a semi. It was more swollen than usual and Jordan was swollen too. “Fuck dude. I just need to hurry up and get out of here. I need to get off” he said half jokingly.
“Yea, I hear that man. Jennine’s on the rag though, so I guess it’s my hand tonight.”
This was ground breaking. We had never mentioned sex before. We would comment on the girls at the gym and I certainly had seen him with a semi countless times. He had seen me swollen up too.
“I was gonna ask if you wanted a beer tonight dude. Could really go for a cold one” I mentioned in the showers.
“Hell. Yea. That sounds great. Father’s?”
“Yes sir.”
At the bar, we grabbed the beer from the bar and went to our usual spot. Tonight, Jordan confessed that he and his girl had broken up again, this time for good. I consoled him and inquired further.
“She just isn’t attracted to my body.”
“She’s a bitch dude. I mean, I’m sorry. But you look fantastic.”
“Thanks man. Just hard to focus when I feel like I’ve been working my balls off for her and she doesn’t see it.”
“I get that. Why don’t you keep going, and we’ll shred you. Make her jealous.”
The conversation continued like this for awhile and he steered the conversation to sex.
“It’s just. The sex was amazing. But…. I don’t know. I liked it. But….”
“But what?”
“I don’t know. I…. dude, this is embarrassing. You swear you won’t tell anyone or hate me?”
“Swear to God man. Spit it out.”
“Fuck. Ok. Well. I just. Fuck.”
“Come on man. Just say it.” I put my hand on his arm. (I assumed he was going to come out, but wasn’t sure).
“I just. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Wait. What?”
“Like. Whenever I think about you I kinda get….like….turned on a little.”
Smirking. I wanted to get with him for weeks. After I got to know him and after he really started making gains I wanted him.
“Ok. You understand that there is NOTHING wrong with that, right?”
“Yea. I know. It’s just weird.”
“OK, so I have an idea. Why don’t we go to your place and talk a little more.”
“Yea, ok. I mean, I don’t want anyone to know.”
“You can trust me.”
At his place, we walked in and he handed me a beer from the fridge. He was wearing loose shorts and freeballing from the gym. I was in sweats, also freeballing.
We sat on his couch and the conversation continued. I pushed him about what turned him on and he revealed that he couldn’t stop thinking about my body and how sexy (his word) it is.
I figured I should just go in for the kill. “You want to touch me?”
“Kind of.”
I took his hand and placed it on my chest. He started squeezing my pec. Then he moved to the other one.
He moved down to my abs. I flexed as he rubbed his hand over my washboards. I leaned forward and pulled my shirt off. He starred at me and kept rubbing my upper body.
I reached over and did the same to him. I hit his nipple and pinched slightly. He moaned a little. I pulled his shirt off and rubbed his body too. He was really getting big and fit. His chest was rock hard and his abs tight as hell.
I could see his dick start pulsing in his shorts. I pushed his hand down to my thigh. He rubbed my thigh, inching his way toward the inner. I did the same to him. As I rubbed his inner thigh he opened his legs slightly.
I slid my hand up into his shorts and brushed against his semi hard dick and balls. He moaned again.
He did the same to me. I had sweats on, so he couldn’t go up the leg, but he slid his hand up to my crotch and rubbed my semi lightly.
I stood up and pushed my sweats down. My cock was just starting to drool precum and the head flared out enough to push the skin back. His eyes got huge. “Holy fuck you’re big.” he said.
“Wait till you see it at full mast.”
I knelt down between his legs and pulled his stiffening dick out of his shorts. “What are you…” I engulfed him in my mouth and throated him immediately. He moaned loud.
By the time I pulled back off him, his dick had grown to fully hard. He was massive. Definitely a grower. He had to have had at least 8 inches. I stroked him and blew him and throated him effortlessly.
“Oh fuck TJ. You’re gonna make me cum.”
“Feed me that protein Jordan.”
He pushed my head down and unloaded in my mouth. A decent load splattered the back of my throat. He shook and moaned so loud.
I pulled off of him and swallowed up. I was throbbing at this point. He didn’t want to blow me, but he wanted to jerk me off.
I sat back down and let him work my cock in his fist for what seemed like forever.
Finally, he dipped down and took just my head in his mouth. His mouth was so hot, my cock seared as he wrapped his lips around me. He flicked his tongue against my ridge and jacked me like a mad man.
I pushed a finger deep in my hole and worked my gland to help him along. Within a minute I was ready to cum. “God dude. I’m gonna bust.”
He pulled off me. “Will you stand over me and cum on my chest?”
I stood up immediately and crouched over him. I gave my dick three pumps and I exploded all over his chest, neck, and abs.
After, I helped him clean up with a towel and we had a beer together naked, sitting on the couch.
“Same time tomorrow?” I asked.
“Absolutely.”
I left and got a text from him later that read, “Hey man. I just can’t meet up again. I’m sorry. I’m straight and I think it will be weird from now on.”
“That’s too bad man. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you. And as far as the rest goes, we definitely don’t have to act on that again. It’s not a big deal for me. But trust me. You’re not straight - at least not totally.”
“Good bye TJ. Thanks for all the help. See you around.”
“If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
More than three weeks went by. No Jordan. I had almost forgotten about him when I looked up one afternoon while I was sitting at Father’s after a particularly intense workout. “Hey, can we talk?”
“Woah. Damn. Of course Jordan.”
“So, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and I’ve realized that I was a total cock to you. I was in a bad place and you helped me realize something about myself.”
“Oh yea, what’s that?”
“Well I’m definitely not gay.”
“Not to be a dick, but you’re not straight, either.”
“Nope. You’re wrong about that.”
“Yea. Ok.”
I leaned over to him, and whispered in his ear, “I bet you’ve been stroking that massive cock off thinking about how good I blew you. And if you thought that was good, you should feel how tight my pussy is.”
He dropped his head. When he looked up he was smirking. I took a chance and reached under the table and gave his crotch a squeeze. He was rock hard.
I leaned in again, “I thought so.”
At his place again, I pushed him down on the couch and pulled his sweats off. I immediately swallowed his dick whole. He moaned like a bitch. “I wanna fuck you. It’s all I think about.”
I stood up and dropped my sweats. I licked my finger and rubbed it into my hole. He grabbed a condom from the bedroom and came back to the couch. As soon as he had the Trojan rolled down over his dick I sat on him. His cock working its way up my ass. He moaned again.
“You wanna fuck me dude? Then FUCK ME!”
I got off him and got down on all fours in the living room. “Show me what you’ve got stud.”
He dropped down and mounted me. Slamming his dick deep in me. He growled as I moaned. I arched my back and let him sink in to the root. “Thought you were going to slam me?”
He started thrusting deep and hard. Fucking me furiously.
I will say, he was good. Really good.
Within a few minutes he said, “Holy fuck I’m gonna cum.”
“Breed me Jordan”
He pushed deep and exploded inside me. I squeezed down, milking his cock for every drop. When he pulled out he lost the condom in my ass because I was squeezing so hard.
He pulled it out and I flipped over. My cock standing straight up. I took it in his mouth and blew me for all he had. I was already close. “I’m gonna cum.”
He nodded and I exploded down his throat. He swallowed up and got up to toss the used rubber.
“Grab me a beer.”
He came back with two beers. We sat on his couch naked again, watching basketball. We didn’t say another word about the sex.
I left after the beer.
Later I got a text: “So. Yea. You’ve got a tight pussy.”
“Told you.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“Same time as usual.”
We kept working out and fucking for a couple months. Every few days we’d work out, shower, grab a beer at Father’s then go to his place, fuck, have a beer and I’d leave.
Eventually, he started dating a chick that he met at the gym. They started going to a different LA after he moved in with her.
I saw him today which is what prompted this story. He’s fucking HUGE now. I Facebook stalked him, which led to his insta. Holy mother of god is this guy sexy. He’s still with the same girl and they’re expecting their first child.