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I belonged to a dying gym. But year-in-and-out I “hit the showers” at 10:15 am on Sunday morning. Five years of Sundays I showered with Ryan my gym buddy who I met there.
In the last couple years there was NEVER anyone else in the showers with us. The gym was not thriving…
I knew alot about him and I lied to him alot about me… He was a handsome 35 year-old old. He had powerful thick thighs, his hairy ass was exquisite. His legs were deeply tanned but his ass was pale. It seemed to glow in the dim steamy showers. His stacked upper body tan revealed his tank-top line.
He managed a construction crew. He had two kids and a wife.
His dick was uncut and hung pretty average over ample balls framed by untrimmed thick black pubes.
I enjoyed being naked with him every week and not having sex. Given what I do for a living especially.
Inevitably the notice went out this crappy gym was closing. This was the last Sunday Workout and Shower with Ryan.
He stood under the stream of hot water facing me as he soaped his junk. He scrubbed his balls then pulled back his foreskin on his limp dick carefully washing his cock.
“This is our last time here,” Ryan said as he turned to rinse his junk.
“Yeah,” I said. “I am going to miss it.”
When Ryan turned back around to face me I saw something I had not seen before — his raging hard penis. He grew impressively.
I immediately turned toward the wall assuming his hard-on was an accident. I did not want to embarass him so I looked away.
Then his hand touched my shoulder. I shuddered it was so unexpected. He bid me without words to face him. He looked into my eyes. I saw lust. I suspect he was relieved with what he saw.
He knelt in silence. My chubbing penis passed through his soft lips. His tongue kneaded my growing dick. My cock became hard. The hot water still cascaded over me.
As he pleasured me I broke the silence. “Why are we doing this?”
Ryan slid my cock out of his mouth and stroked it with his hand. “I’d thought about this since the first time,” he said. “It was now or never.”
I looked down on his head moving rhythmically, enjoying just seeing his strong naked muscular back and ass. He was such a man.
He asked for nothing. He offered no plan. He just kept sucking.
“I am going to cum,” I said. He just kept sucking. But as my semen spurted into his mouth he stopped moving back and forth over my shaft and instead just massaged my still dick’s underbelly with his tongue. It felt amazing.
When my load was in him he gently sucked his way off my dick and swallowed.
He looked up at me and rose from his knees. The worship of my cock had ended. He looked in my eyes. The lust was gone. He had jerked himself. His semen washed away by the warm water without any trace.
He went back to his still flowing shower head and rewashed his dick. “I am going to miss you man,” he said.
In the last couple years there was NEVER anyone else in the showers with us. The gym was not thriving…
I knew alot about him and I lied to him alot about me… He was a handsome 35 year-old old. He had powerful thick thighs, his hairy ass was exquisite. His legs were deeply tanned but his ass was pale. It seemed to glow in the dim steamy showers. His stacked upper body tan revealed his tank-top line.
He managed a construction crew. He had two kids and a wife.
His dick was uncut and hung pretty average over ample balls framed by untrimmed thick black pubes.
I enjoyed being naked with him every week and not having sex. Given what I do for a living especially.
Inevitably the notice went out this crappy gym was closing. This was the last Sunday Workout and Shower with Ryan.
He stood under the stream of hot water facing me as he soaped his junk. He scrubbed his balls then pulled back his foreskin on his limp dick carefully washing his cock.
“This is our last time here,” Ryan said as he turned to rinse his junk.
“Yeah,” I said. “I am going to miss it.”
When Ryan turned back around to face me I saw something I had not seen before — his raging hard penis. He grew impressively.
I immediately turned toward the wall assuming his hard-on was an accident. I did not want to embarass him so I looked away.
Then his hand touched my shoulder. I shuddered it was so unexpected. He bid me without words to face him. He looked into my eyes. I saw lust. I suspect he was relieved with what he saw.
He knelt in silence. My chubbing penis passed through his soft lips. His tongue kneaded my growing dick. My cock became hard. The hot water still cascaded over me.
As he pleasured me I broke the silence. “Why are we doing this?”
Ryan slid my cock out of his mouth and stroked it with his hand. “I’d thought about this since the first time,” he said. “It was now or never.”
I looked down on his head moving rhythmically, enjoying just seeing his strong naked muscular back and ass. He was such a man.
He asked for nothing. He offered no plan. He just kept sucking.
“I am going to cum,” I said. He just kept sucking. But as my semen spurted into his mouth he stopped moving back and forth over my shaft and instead just massaged my still dick’s underbelly with his tongue. It felt amazing.
When my load was in him he gently sucked his way off my dick and swallowed.
He looked up at me and rose from his knees. The worship of my cock had ended. He looked in my eyes. The lust was gone. He had jerked himself. His semen washed away by the warm water without any trace.
He went back to his still flowing shower head and rewashed his dick. “I am going to miss you man,” he said.
Ethan.
I answered the soft knock on the hotel room door.
I brought my new client into the room. He had seen every inch of me on my website but this was the first I’d seen him. He was beautiful.
“I should take a shower,” Ethan said in that quivering voice common to virgins on this occassion. “My shift went long and I was outside on the job all day and didn’t have time to go home first,” he said apologetically.
He was 20 and his sun bleached blonde buzz cut offered little protection from the sun so his tanned scalp filled in the color of his hair. He had a worn baseball cap in his hand. He sported a solid white t-shirt, faded jeans and worn leather work boots.
Ethan’s deep blue eyes betrayed lust and fear of me. He had signed up to be fucked. And he would be…
I kissed his cheek gently. “It is going to be amazing, man,” I said to him. He exhaled deeply.
I took off my robe and stood before him naked. His calloused hands felt waxy from his own sweat as he haltingly touched my outer thighs. He drank my body with his eyes and gently touched my soft dick. “Wow,” he whispered.
Gently I pulled his T-shirt over his head. He tried to help me, and I admonished him. “I will strip you, Ethan.” I said. He closed his eyes.
I ran my hands over his chest and gave each pec a soft kiss. He moaned. I saw the emotion well as he opened his eyes which were then moist as if he was about to cry.
I ran my hands slowly over his sculpted stomach, exploring each gentle ridge. My finger tips then danced in his soft yet dense chest hair before tracing his strong shoulders. The cadence of his breathing hastened.
“I can’t believe this happening,” he whispered.
As I knelt before him he lifted his strong arms and hands as if to help me, and I put them back at his side.
I untied and methodically unlaced his left boot. He lifted his foot and put it down on the carpet. And then the right.
He tensed sharply as I undid the button on his jeans. And as his zipper slid down he buried his face in his hands whispering “Oh my God. Oh this is. Oh….”
I pulled his jeans down, though his sweaty mounded ass tried to hold them up. I guided each foot in turn to lift up and come free of his pants.
There he stood breathing heavily, hands covering his face, in tight white briefs and white workman’s socks. Appropriate wear for a virgin’s disrobing, I thought.
His legs were pillars atop which rested that truly perfect ass which so filled his briefs not much was left to imagination. Indeed his sweat made the wet cotton cling to his skin.
Ethan was now intently watching my throbbing dick as I fluidly slid off each of his white socks.
“Go ahead, Ethan,” I said looking up at him from my knees. “Take your underwear off and give yourself to me.”
His near trembling hands did as I invited. I held up his briefs and reminded him this was the last thing between him and getting fucked. And now it had come off him and was in my hands. I reverently put the underwear on the bed.
Ethan’s cock like his body was a gift of God. It pulsed as if it was headed for a hole because it was. It yearned to be seven inches, but was just not quite. His bush was dense and natural. There was no good reason Ethan was a virgin.
His hard pulsing penis bathed all day in fresh sweat, honestly come by, tasted slightly salty and mixed well with the bitter precum oozing from his cock head. It was sensuous.
Ethan’s hands clenched my head. He whimpered as I engulfed him. Moaned as I sucked his dick, carefully masturbated him with tight lips and tickled his rubbery dick head with my tounge. I was in no hurry. The young man before me was experiencing the joy of taking pleasure from a lover. And I moved up and down on his cock slowly and respectful of its ending virginity.
“Time for your shower Ethan.”
I bathed his body under the warm shower, preparing it. I gently massaged his scalp with soap, lathered and rinsed every inch of him. I washed his hard penis and ample balls most reverently. I cleansed his dimpled rosebud and his hairy ass several times. He dutifully stood as I directed him, in a state of lustful ecstasy. Such anticipation is a powerful drug.
I dried his body from fingertips to toes dabbing the soft towel. I wanted him to feel every part of his body under my attention.
I led him to the vigin’s bed and helped him lean forward resting his chest over the bed, spreading his feet on the carpet. “Pull your ass open for me,” I commanded.
His pink hole was thus given to me. I knelt, moved my face into his ass and my experienced tongue licked him and I ate his glorious ass as he held it open for me.
Ethan’s body trembled. He wimpered “oh man” over and over as my work progressed.
I often wished for my virgins only that I could shrink my dick. I began the joyful work of stretching his hole. In my emails telling him how to prepare, I instructed him to use a dildo everyday for a week. He wrote back “that won’t be possible.” So I upped his fee by half and scheduled him for two hours.
When my lubed finger pressed against his hole he was closed tightly. I encouraged him to relax. To no avail.
I made an exception to my no spanking rule.
“Ethan, I am going to give you a little spank maybe three times,” I asked. “When I do that your hole is going to tense up even more, but right after it will relax a bit as your focus shifts to the fleeting sting,”’ I said.
Sure enough this worked and my finger was in my gasping man. I turned him over on his back never letting my finger leave him. While my left hand worked Ethan open my right hand moved over his body and my mouth took his cock in for a minute or two at a time over the course of an hour.
After his graduation to three fingers, it was time.
I was an inch from his face, my lower lip touching his, just touching, softly just barely. His dark blue eyes blazed lust.
“Close your eyes and feel it,” I said in a low voice.
He momentarily closed his eyes as my cock slowly pressed into his ass as far as it would go, balls deep. And then he opened them, looked at me longingly, now a man fucked wanting more.
He gave a short soft grunt and issued warm breath. Slowly Etan’s head rocked back and forth, feeling my slow but commanding thrusts flow from his hole, over his tanned hard abs through his chest expelling his warm breath involuntarily from his lungs giving it to me inhale as our lips glanced and quivered together. And so it went, slow deep fucking. I would rest my cheek against his rough stubble and nibble his ear then plunge again only after our lips again touched so I could take his breath into my lungs. Taking all he had to give.
I pressed up to watch his abs pulse with my now stronger thrusts. I felt his youthful workman’s hands caress my slowly rising and falling ass.
He began to cry as he firmly held my undulating ass.
I could no longer fuck him tenderly at all. I began to pound him. His tears were joyful. He could not escape the overwhelming pleasure of being a powerful young man and being taken. He was panting, clenching the sheet with his fists, wanting to escape so damn much and yet wanting more of it. The torture of taking it. He felt overwhelmed by my penis slamming into his body joining me to him. “Fuck!” he cried out.
I rested my forehead against his as I truly fucked him. I locked eyes and exchanged breath with him. My sweat lubricated my thighs meeting his taut ass. He wimpered. “Yeah, oh Fuck, please dont stop, man, man damn!”
I never wanted to stop. But my cum transferred into him and it was done.
Throughout the fuck Ethan never stroked his own dick which remained hard for his complete pounding. Once I was in him he behaved as a man being taken.
As I laid next to catching my breath I locked fingers with him and held his hand.
He muttered “yeah, man, that was awesome.”
He thought we were done. “It is not over, Etan, until you cum,” I told him. I offered to suck him to completion, jerk him to completion…or let him lose the other half of his virginity in my ass. He chose well.
I answered the soft knock on the hotel room door.
I brought my new client into the room. He had seen every inch of me on my website but this was the first I’d seen him. He was beautiful.
“I should take a shower,” Ethan said in that quivering voice common to virgins on this occassion. “My shift went long and I was outside on the job all day and didn’t have time to go home first,” he said apologetically.
He was 20 and his sun bleached blonde buzz cut offered little protection from the sun so his tanned scalp filled in the color of his hair. He had a worn baseball cap in his hand. He sported a solid white t-shirt, faded jeans and worn leather work boots.
Ethan’s deep blue eyes betrayed lust and fear of me. He had signed up to be fucked. And he would be…
I kissed his cheek gently. “It is going to be amazing, man,” I said to him. He exhaled deeply.
I took off my robe and stood before him naked. His calloused hands felt waxy from his own sweat as he haltingly touched my outer thighs. He drank my body with his eyes and gently touched my soft dick. “Wow,” he whispered.
Gently I pulled his T-shirt over his head. He tried to help me, and I admonished him. “I will strip you, Ethan.” I said. He closed his eyes.
I ran my hands over his chest and gave each pec a soft kiss. He moaned. I saw the emotion well as he opened his eyes which were then moist as if he was about to cry.
I ran my hands slowly over his sculpted stomach, exploring each gentle ridge. My finger tips then danced in his soft yet dense chest hair before tracing his strong shoulders. The cadence of his breathing hastened.
“I can’t believe this happening,” he whispered.
As I knelt before him he lifted his strong arms and hands as if to help me, and I put them back at his side.
I untied and methodically unlaced his left boot. He lifted his foot and put it down on the carpet. And then the right.
He tensed sharply as I undid the button on his jeans. And as his zipper slid down he buried his face in his hands whispering “Oh my God. Oh this is. Oh….”
I pulled his jeans down, though his sweaty mounded ass tried to hold them up. I guided each foot in turn to lift up and come free of his pants.
There he stood breathing heavily, hands covering his face, in tight white briefs and white workman’s socks. Appropriate wear for a virgin’s disrobing, I thought.
His legs were pillars atop which rested that truly perfect ass which so filled his briefs not much was left to imagination. Indeed his sweat made the wet cotton cling to his skin.
Ethan was now intently watching my throbbing dick as I fluidly slid off each of his white socks.
“Go ahead, Ethan,” I said looking up at him from my knees. “Take your underwear off and give yourself to me.”
His near trembling hands did as I invited. I held up his briefs and reminded him this was the last thing between him and getting fucked. And now it had come off him and was in my hands. I reverently put the underwear on the bed.
Ethan’s cock like his body was a gift of God. It pulsed as if it was headed for a hole because it was. It yearned to be seven inches, but was just not quite. His bush was dense and natural. There was no good reason Ethan was a virgin.
His hard pulsing penis bathed all day in fresh sweat, honestly come by, tasted slightly salty and mixed well with the bitter precum oozing from his cock head. It was sensuous.
Ethan’s hands clenched my head. He whimpered as I engulfed him. Moaned as I sucked his dick, carefully masturbated him with tight lips and tickled his rubbery dick head with my tounge. I was in no hurry. The young man before me was experiencing the joy of taking pleasure from a lover. And I moved up and down on his cock slowly and respectful of its ending virginity.
“Time for your shower Ethan.”
I bathed his body under the warm shower, preparing it. I gently massaged his scalp with soap, lathered and rinsed every inch of him. I washed his hard penis and ample balls most reverently. I cleansed his dimpled rosebud and his hairy ass several times. He dutifully stood as I directed him, in a state of lustful ecstasy. Such anticipation is a powerful drug.
I dried his body from fingertips to toes dabbing the soft towel. I wanted him to feel every part of his body under my attention.
I led him to the vigin’s bed and helped him lean forward resting his chest over the bed, spreading his feet on the carpet. “Pull your ass open for me,” I commanded.
His pink hole was thus given to me. I knelt, moved my face into his ass and my experienced tongue licked him and I ate his glorious ass as he held it open for me.
Ethan’s body trembled. He wimpered “oh man” over and over as my work progressed.
I often wished for my virgins only that I could shrink my dick. I began the joyful work of stretching his hole. In my emails telling him how to prepare, I instructed him to use a dildo everyday for a week. He wrote back “that won’t be possible.” So I upped his fee by half and scheduled him for two hours.
When my lubed finger pressed against his hole he was closed tightly. I encouraged him to relax. To no avail.
I made an exception to my no spanking rule.
“Ethan, I am going to give you a little spank maybe three times,” I asked. “When I do that your hole is going to tense up even more, but right after it will relax a bit as your focus shifts to the fleeting sting,”’ I said.
Sure enough this worked and my finger was in my gasping man. I turned him over on his back never letting my finger leave him. While my left hand worked Ethan open my right hand moved over his body and my mouth took his cock in for a minute or two at a time over the course of an hour.
After his graduation to three fingers, it was time.
I was an inch from his face, my lower lip touching his, just touching, softly just barely. His dark blue eyes blazed lust.
“Close your eyes and feel it,” I said in a low voice.
He momentarily closed his eyes as my cock slowly pressed into his ass as far as it would go, balls deep. And then he opened them, looked at me longingly, now a man fucked wanting more.
He gave a short soft grunt and issued warm breath. Slowly Etan’s head rocked back and forth, feeling my slow but commanding thrusts flow from his hole, over his tanned hard abs through his chest expelling his warm breath involuntarily from his lungs giving it to me inhale as our lips glanced and quivered together. And so it went, slow deep fucking. I would rest my cheek against his rough stubble and nibble his ear then plunge again only after our lips again touched so I could take his breath into my lungs. Taking all he had to give.
I pressed up to watch his abs pulse with my now stronger thrusts. I felt his youthful workman’s hands caress my slowly rising and falling ass.
He began to cry as he firmly held my undulating ass.
I could no longer fuck him tenderly at all. I began to pound him. His tears were joyful. He could not escape the overwhelming pleasure of being a powerful young man and being taken. He was panting, clenching the sheet with his fists, wanting to escape so damn much and yet wanting more of it. The torture of taking it. He felt overwhelmed by my penis slamming into his body joining me to him. “Fuck!” he cried out.
I rested my forehead against his as I truly fucked him. I locked eyes and exchanged breath with him. My sweat lubricated my thighs meeting his taut ass. He wimpered. “Yeah, oh Fuck, please dont stop, man, man damn!”
I never wanted to stop. But my cum transferred into him and it was done.
Throughout the fuck Ethan never stroked his own dick which remained hard for his complete pounding. Once I was in him he behaved as a man being taken.
As I laid next to catching my breath I locked fingers with him and held his hand.
He muttered “yeah, man, that was awesome.”
He thought we were done. “It is not over, Etan, until you cum,” I told him. I offered to suck him to completion, jerk him to completion…or let him lose the other half of his virginity in my ass. He chose well.
Ethan knelt between my legs. I lifted my legs aloft upturning my ass and told Ethan to grab my ankles. I promptly took hold of his dick guided it to my hole. And he plunged his sweet cock into me.
He needed no lesson in how to power fuck. He jarred every cell in my body with his relentless deep, hard banging.
He could barely breath as his cum launched into me. And his strangle hold on my ankles as he fucked me left light victory bruises.
“I never want to take my cock out of you,” he lamented as his penis shrank.
“Yeah, I am gay,” he said with a smile. “But I am not a virgin.”
He needed no lesson in how to power fuck. He jarred every cell in my body with his relentless deep, hard banging.
He could barely breath as his cum launched into me. And his strangle hold on my ankles as he fucked me left light victory bruises.
“I never want to take my cock out of you,” he lamented as his penis shrank.
“Yeah, I am gay,” he said with a smile. “But I am not a virgin.”
