Grandpa at the gym (gay)

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I remember that day vividly. The day I met Bertrand. It was December 19th, 1997. The store sent us home early that day due to the approaching blizzard. I had already made my new year's resolutions, which included getting in tip-top shape and finding a boyfriend. So, I hurried to the gym to try to jumpstart a new workout routine, thinking I would get my new good habits started and still get home before the storm hit.

The place was packed with muscle. I supposed all those beefy guys were pumping up for a Friday night on the town. I remember thinking they were all too stupid to predict that the bars would be empty with the inclement weather. Maybe they'd have to call up old girl friends to get off. I hated my hetero oppressors passionately and yet I would have traded bodies with them all in a heart beat.

About 15 minutes into my leg workout (I was so determined to achieve buns of steel like those I had seen on a young man I fitted for a new suit the week before), the place cleared out. I did a few more squats and then went to the front desk. "Is the gym closing early?" I asked. The smart-ass teenage girl looked blankly back at me. "Why would we close early?" "Oh, okay," I said, heading back to complete my workout, thinking, "A simple 'no' would suffice, bitch." A few minutes later I tweaked my knee and realized maybe I needed to take it easy. I decided to hit the sauna for a bit and massage out the pain. The locker room was like a ghost town except for one older gentleman who was struggling to remove a knee brace. "You, too, huh?" I smiled at him. "Oh, this? Yes, it's an old injury from my youth. Can you believe I used to play soccer professionally?" he said, smiling gently. I smiled back. "Can I help you?" I asked. "Oh, I'll be fine, thank you. It just takes me a little longer to get undressed than it used to!" he said, letting out a jolly laugh. "What a nice old grandpa," I thought to myself and grabbed my towel to hit the sauna.

When I opened the door I was greeted with the expectant smiles of seven or eight of those muscle guys who had been intimidating me on the gym floor ten minutes earlier. "So this is where they all went!" I thought. They were all oiled up, sweat dripping off their huge heaving chests. Their smiles vanished when they laid eyes on me. "Maybe they were expecting one of their other muscle buddies," I thought to myself. As I was about to sit down on the bench at the end one of them growled at me, "You can't sit there." "Oh, sorry," I said meekly, thinking "Fuck you, asshole! You don't own this place!"

There was so much broad-shouldered brawn in there I had no place to sit. So I stood awkwardly against the wall, staring down at my feet. I hated them all, but I would have blown any one of them and swallowed every drop of sperm if he'd ordered me to. The only thing I hated about being gay was my own self-hatred, taught to me in grade school by straight bullies. Why was I so attracted to them when they were all so mean to me?

The door opened slowly and I felt a cool breeze on my feet from the locker room air. The expectant smiles on the muscle studs returned, brighter this time. "Hey, Bertie!" a beefy, bearded hunk from my wet dreams beamed at the grandpa I had chatted with a few moments before. "Hey, Bert!" They all bellowed as if they were on the set of "Cheers." "Well hello, my good gentlemen," the charming old man sang back at them. I hadn't noticed how fey and "musical" he was before. I wondered if he might in fact be a queen like me.

The grandpa hobbled over to the empty bench I had wanted to sit on. One of the meatheads with a killer ass jumped off his perch to help the older man up on the bench. "Let me help you, Sir," he said almost lovingly to the older gent. I thought, "Wow, that was nice of that guy. Maybe he's the one non-asshole among them."

"That's very kind of you, Billy," the old man said as he patted the young stud on the bum and took his seat. "Wow!" I thought. "That's pretty fresh! Maybe he's a dirty old man." I felt bad for thinking they were being mean by denying me the prime bench seat. They were all just looking out for this gay grandpa. Maybe they weren't such homophobes after all.

"Want some steam, Bernie?" another Adonis asked him, jumping toward the bucket of water near the coals. He was so freakishly hot, with biceps wider than my legs and pecs you could sleep on. "Ooooo, that would be nice, Johnny," the old man cooed, loosening his towel and getting comfortable.
 

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"Oh my god!" I muttered under my breath as I laid eyes on it. The grandpa casually opened his knees and there lay a flaccid penis that was an inch longer than John Holmes's erect one and just as thick. It rested heavily on the bench like a dead eel. I knew I was staring but I could barely take my eyes off it. When I finally looked up at his face he winked at me. My own little 7 inch cock sprang to attention and my jaw opened reflexively. I imagined trying to take the grandpa's organ into my mouth. My saliva glands ejaculated an unusual quantity of spit into my mouth which I struggled to swallow before more of it poured out of my open lips all over the sauna floor. The grandpa stared at me now, a little more serious.

Just then one of the brawniest lumberjacks from the bench sprang to his feet. "Hey, Bert, want to see me do some squats?" He stood right in front of me, temporarily blocking my view of the massive fuck meat in between the grandpa's thighs. "Ha, ha! Sure!" the old man chuckled, winking at the more-than-okay lumberjack who started power squatting. Each time he dipped down I could see the grandpa's horse penis lazily drooped over his two jumbo chicken egg sized nuts. When the young man came to standing I took a quick look at his glorious buns, that reminded me of the afternoon I spent staring at the statue of David in Firenze. But it was the older man's gigantic dick I was most interested in.

The grandpa used his index finger in a stirring motion, indicating that the young man should turn around and face my direction. He wanted to see the muscled ass! Lumberjack obeyed, turning on a dime to offer a view of his prize winning globes to the interested grandpa. "What do you think, Bertie?" he huffed and puffed, sweat dripping off his heavy testicles. "Oh, I think you're doing some nice work on your behind," Bertrand murmured. The tip of his epic penis began to stir on the bench and I could see that the organ was now getting larger. Another of the muscle men pushed past me, brushing a solid thigh against my little 7 inch penis that jutted out from my groin with excitement. He positioned himself at the door, facing outward as if he were keeping watch.

"Martin, would you like to do the honors today?" the old man asked a swarthy, hairy stud who probably fixed cars for a living. "Yes, Sir! Thank you!" the stud bellowed, jumping to his feet and producing a bottle of something. Bertrand patted the bench next to him and indicated that Martin should sit by him. The old man leaned backward, taking his feet apart and spreading his thighs wide open. The mechanic squirted something from the bottle into his hand and then blew my mind. He reached over and took Bertrand's growing donkey dick into his hands, slathering oil all over it. Grandpa closed his eyes and felt Martin's hand moving up and down on the fat shaft of his nearly flaccid mule meat.

The guy at the door kept taking quick peeks backward at Bertrand as Martin worked more blood into a shaft that did not seem to stop getting larger. The muscle guy who had kept me from sitting on the bench slid off his own and came to kneeling at Bertrand's feet. He began massaging the old man's thighs, knees, and calves. Eventually he took one of Bertrand's feet in his hands and brought the foot to his mouth. He began licking the foot and sucking on the toes. "Ooooh, never stop doing that, Jimmy!" he moaned, laughing again. Martin repositioned himself so that he could get a better purchase on the tool that now projected more than 10 inches into the space in front of the old man's groin. All the men were quiet, stifling their own heavy breathing in order to hear the sound of Martin's hands stroking Bertrand's elephantine organ.

"I will cum now," the old man moaned. "Young man," he said, opening his eyes and looking straight at me. "Would you like to swallow my semen today?" I stood dumbfounded. I couldn't believe my good luck. Why was I the one who would get to take his load?

"Yes!" I squealed, my feminine voice was so embarrassing in this room full of thick testosterone. "Okay, then you need to come over here quick!" he giggled. I bounded toward him. "That's enough, Jimmy," he said playfully kicking the young stud away from his feet. "You, too, Martin. We'll let this young man do the rest. What is your name, son?" he asked. "I'm Patrick," I said, looking him in the eye and bringing my hands to the 11 inch erection. My heart skipped several beats as I felt the weight and width of the immense penis. I only needed to dip my head down a tiny bit before the meat reached my lips. The glans was bigger than a doorknob. I stuck my tongue into the piss slit and it was soon covered with sweet precum as thick as syrup. The soft flesh of the corona entered my mouth, soon filling the wide space between my upper teeth. The heat of the flesh felt incredible against my palate. The excitement of knowing that only one eleventh of the penis was now inside me sent me into a trance. Jimmy knelt down and took my own little 7 inch cock into his mouth, jacking his even smaller 6. The others panted as I rather masterfully attended to Bertrand's gigantic cock which dwarfed all of the little ones they pumped vigorously in their own hands.

"Four!" Bertrand bellowed, laughing as his monstrous dick let loose gob after gob of gelatinous semen into my mouth. I gulped as quickly as I could, but lumps of swimming sperm oozed out of my mouth and thudded to the floor. Jimmy grabbed me by the pelvis, taking my entire cock down his throat as I erupted the most powerful orgasm of my entire life into this belly. After he sucked out every last drop he knelt down and licked up Bertrand's seed from the wooden floor.

"Oh my goodness, that was lovely! Thank you, my good gentlemen. Now, I need to be going. There's to be quite a storm tonight!" The old man stood up, shaking his softening cock, sending a rain storm of cum droplets to the walls and floor. The other guys must have cum at the same time as Bertrand. Some had knelt down to suck others. Some had just stared as I struggled to service the septuagenarian horse penis.

"Can I drive you home, Bertie?" a red head with forearms bigger than my calves begged desperately. "I don't know--can you?" Bertie laughed heartily, pleased with his own tease. "You MAY, Timmy." With that he hobbled out of the room and made his way to the showers.

I didn't see him at the gym for a few weeks. But I saw him several times a day in my fantasies, jacking my little 7 inch dick in the morning before work, on my lunch break, and a few times at night. I couldn't ever forget his massive dong and the feeling and taste of his bull cum.
 

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I must have jacked off fifteen times within that first 24-hour period after swallowing so much of Bertrand's sperm. I think my addiction to him had already taken hold. I could think of almost nothing besides his thick, delicious glans, and the weight of his massive shaft. Everything about him made me horny--even his wrinkled ballsack. I had never seen nuts that big before and was fascinated by them. I was even turned on by his feminine voice.

I more than doubled my time at the gym that week, hoping for a repeat session. Two days before Christmas I was overjoyed to hear his lilting giggle when I walked into the men's room. I found him at the urinals. Bert stood much further back from the urinal than most men do when they are simply trying to relieve themselves. He was unabashedly showing off for the tall, lanky teenager standing next time with eyes fixed on Bert's groin. The kid was probably home from college on winter break.

I had to piss, too, so I stood a urinal or two away from them and attempted to pee through my stiffening dick. Over my shoulder I watched them walk into the sauna together. Several muscle men exited a few moments later. "Get out!" Bert ordered as I walked into the room. "Oh, Patrick, it's you. Sorry. You may stay." There he sat on the top bench, the youth at his feet already slobbering all over the knob of Bert's impossible endowment. I thought maybe the kid was a dancer with his graceful moves, muscled legs, and pony tail.

I stood in awe as I watched him suck down a good 8 inches of Bertrand's donkey dick. The one time I had serviced him I had managed to take the head. This kid seemed to be particularly talented and experienced. He gobbled his way down two thirds of Bertrand's monstrous organ while feverishly jacking his own substantial 9 inch cock. "That feels fantastic, Michael. You've really gotten good at giving service since you went off to school. You must have found a big dick to suck on." Bertrand moaned, eyes half-shut. The boy tried to saying something, but his mouth and throat were so full of penis he could only mumble unintelligibly. "Can you take more of it, Mikey? Go for it, boy." This utterance seemed more urgent and a bit stern. I wondered how long Bertrand had known this young man. What was their history together?

"I'm ready now," Bertrand whined in his effeminate voice. He grabbed Michael's skull and pushed it down on the thick piping that jutted out from between his legs. Michael choked and gagged, reaching up to cup Bert's heavy testicles for balance. He hefted the immense glands in both hands. There was an audible pumping sound as semen made its way through the tubing of Bert's outsized genitals. The sperm blasted out of the urethra just as Bert the boy's head pop off, the hulking penis swinging down heavily from his mouth. Michael's hairless chest was soon painted with Bert's gummy, custard-thick semen. The youth feverishly spread it all over his torso and pumped his own load of no less than 12 ropes all over the senior's muscled highs.

"Now suck Patrick off," Bert ordered the boy. He quickly knelt at my feet and took my small cock into his mouth like a lozenge. Soon I was spraying rope after rope of searing hot cum directly into the boy's belly as he let loose an equally impressive load on my feet. "Ha, ha, good boys!" Bertrand congratulated us gleefully. "Now go clean up and we'll get a bite to eat at Penny's." Bertrand's 10.5 inch flaccid cock slapped the bench as he stood up and wrapped his towel around this waist.
 

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Bert spent most of that January in Florida (he told me later he fucked over 100 guys while he was there), so I didn't see him again until one day on the gym floor. He was doing some yoga-type moves in the stretching area. His workout gear was a black leotard which would have led one to think he was extremely fey, perhaps even a cross-dresser. But those of us who had been lucky enough to see his endowment knew he was anything but a lady. He wore shorts over the stockings, perhaps in an effort to achieve some modesty, but there was no possibility of disguising his grapefruit sized bulge. There were three rows of treadmills but it was the first row that was completely full of people. That row provided the best viewpoint of Bert's mat where he twisted and turned, his heavy crotch ballast on full display. The men and women stared shamelessly at his bulging shorts. He seemed oblivious, but knowing him as I do now I can say that he loves the attention and puts on a great show on purpose. He loves knowing that all those running observers will soon be at home feverishly jacking and frigging off imagining taking his equine cock. He loves knowing that bottoms and ladies reach orgasm by fantasizing about his fat 11 inch penis as they make love with their much smaller endowed partners.

About 30 seconds after Bert finished his work out and hit the showers, the gym floor was emptied. The men's room was standing room jammed full of sweating muscle studs. The area around Bert's locker was swarmed with guys pretending to look in the mirror or dry their hair. They all just wanted to watch his massive meat fall out of his underwear once he finally took off the leotard. I heard a few guys gasp at the sound of the organ slapping down on his thighs once it was released from its nylon prison. The balls dropped down heavily under the thick flaccid dong. "Excuse me, gentlemen," he said in his genteel voice as he loosely draped a towel around his waist. The meat jutted out with such size that there was a big tent despite his being soft and hanging. Three muscle meat heads followed on his heels toward the sauna where a line had already formed. The jocks in line smiled at Bert as he walked past them, cutting in line to take his customary bench in the sauna.

Even though I knew Bert had taken a shine to me, I decided to wait for him in the locker room. I wanted to spend time with him at his house. I hoped that night would be the night he would take my ass. I had worked hard for five weeks to build up muscle and shape in my buttocks. I had seen how steel-hard his massive prick would get at the sight of a finely honed pair of man buns and I wanted to give him that pleasure.
 

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"Would you like to drive me home, Patrick?" Bert asked when he saw me sitting by his locker.
'Yes, Sir, I would love to," I eagerly offered as he opened his locker, dropping his towel to the floor. The huge organ, dripping with saliva and spilled semen, dangled from his groin. He must have been thoroughly emptied of nut in the sauna.
"Then you may. Help me get this leg brace on?" He pulled the brace out of his locker and handed it to me. As I wrapped it around his leg he scratched the pendulous ballsack, causing the flaccid horse cock to swing close to my face. I was so aroused being so close to his superhuman endowment. After the brace was on he stepped into his jeans and pulled them up without putting on underwear. The bulk of his slackened dick made an obscene bulge along one thigh. He lifted the full scrotum and dropped it down the other pant leg to balance the look. If I didn't know what he was truly packing I would surely have thought he was stuffing his pants with prostheses.

We walked slowly out of the gym together. I saw the jealous looks on the faces of several muscle men. I smiled back as if to apologize, but I could feel their disdain. Soon it would be forgotten, though. I had much bigger problems ahead.

"Would you like to service me tonight, Patrick?" Bert asked as I got in the driver's seat. "Oh my god, that would be amazing!" I exclaimed.
"Have you been with a man like me before?"
"No one like you, but I have been with some hung men in the past," I said, trying to convince him that it was okay.
"How large were they, if I may ask such a private question."
"One was about 8 and a half inches and quite thick, Sir."
"Oh, I see. Do you have any idea what I measure, Patrick?"
"I guess maybe around 10 or 11 inches?" I offered.
"You're very close. My length, bone pressed is 12.5 inches. My girth at the widest area, in the middle of the shaft, is 8.5 inches. That's much more cock than you have had in the past. I'm assuming you have been fucked by one of these smaller cocks. Is that right?"
"Yes, Sir, I did get fucked a couple of times in college. It was awesome."
"We're going to see how you do tonight. I like you very much and I can see you one day learning how to handle my size expertly. Would you like to learn how to please me?"
"I haven't thought of much else since I first saw you in December, Sir."
to be continued
 

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"Pull in there to the grocery store, Patrick. We'll get a few supplies for our evening together." I obeyed him and pulled the car into the Pick n Save. "He must want to get a bottle of wine or something to relax me," I remember thinking.

I helped him out of the car and we walked together into the store. "Welcome to Pick n Save," a teenage employee droned.
"Can you direct us toward the vegetables?" Bert asked the handsome youth.
"Sure, Sir. Please follow me."
Bert was managing to limp along. I noticed he was eyeing the youth's firm and round buttocks. His soft prick swayed back and forth like a kitten in a bag as we followed the kid to the produce section.
"We'll need to see the cucumbers, young man," Bert winked at me.
"This way, Sir. I'll take you there." The kid was oblivious to Bert's little joke.
"Here we are. Is there anything else I can help you with today?" the young man asked.
"Oh, I think we can take it from here. You've been a very good boy." The kid blushed and did a double take when he looked down and caught a glimpse of Bert's bulge. He was probably 18 and had never seen anything like what Bertrand was packing. He stepped away backwards, wide-eyed, colliding with a display of caramel apples. He was blushing like a little girl--very pretty and innocent looking. He turned around to fix the display, still only a few feet from us.

"We'll need to find the smallest one, the largest one, and two or three in between those sizes, Patrick. I also like to use Crisco rather than vaseline if they have it. It lasts longer and it's edible." Now I was blushing. The boy could surely figure out what Bert was talking about now, if there was still any doubt what was about to happen. We searched the stack of vegetables for a series of 5 progressively larger tubers. "The nice thing about cucumbers is they have healing and soothing properties for the skin. It will help you widen more easily for my girth." The boy's eyes widened like a vaudeville actor's. He adjusted his little prick inside his uniform work pants, shuddering with excitement. Maybe he was another little size queen in the making. I touched Bert's arm and gestured toward the youth with my eyes.

He turned toward the kid. "When do you get off work here, young man?"
"Oh, my shift is over in just a few minutes," the boy stammered.
"And how old are you?" Bert inquired.
"I'll be 19 in July. Going to Percer next year."
"Oh? That's my alma mater. It's a fine school. Would you like to spend the evening with us? You can tell me all about your big plans."
"Wow, that's kind of you, Sir. I'll have to call home and tell my mom not to hold dinner."
"Good thinking. We'll have a nice time together and I'll send you home well-fed." Bert winked at me again. My heart sank a little, knowing that I would have to share him that night, but I was getting very excited to see this kid naked. "Meet us in the parking lot, darling." Bert's lilting voice rang through the aisle. A nearby older lady scowled. I imagined she was thinking, "What an old queer flirting with that handsome young man. He should be ashamed."

We collected an assortment of cucumbers and made for the cooking oil aisle and the checkout counter. Soon we were in the car waiting for the boy. He found us and settled into the back seat. "What's your name, boy?" Bert asked him, very friendly.

"Sean, Sir."
"I love that name. Make a left here, Patrick. We'll be home in just a few minutes."
 

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I'm not sure how to do that and I can't remember exactly when I wrote it but I talked at great length about my experience with another member here.
 
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It was 1968. I was just out of the army and starting college. I worked part time in a nursing home. They admitted a guy in his mid 80's. He had some physical issues but was very sharp. I heard a few of the nurses talking about the size of his penis so I couldn't wait to check it out. It was my job to bathe the male patients so I got to wash his enormous cock. He knew I spent much more time then I needed "washing" it.
 

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It was 1968. I was just out of the army and starting college. I worked part time in a nursing home. They admitted a guy in his mid 80's. He had some physical issues but was very sharp. I heard a few of the nurses talking about the size of his penis so I couldn't wait to check it out. It was my job to bathe the male patients so I got to wash his enormous cock. He knew I spent much more time then I needed "washing" it.

Imagine his youth in the late 1800s. He was, no doubt, very popular with the ladies and the gents. What part of the country was he in generally? Mmmmm, just thinking about a dignified guy all dressed up in that formal clothing but packing a massive dong down his trouser leg. :)
 

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He was from Massachusetts. He only did men. He tried women when he was young but he told me they were more afraid of his massive cock than craved it. He said men appreciate it even now when I can't get it up anymore.
 

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I have an older lover whose soft cock makes me cum when i hold it. Just feeling the weight in my hand gets me off.
I serviced the old guy every chance I got. His cock was completely dead. He could still orgasm. His cock would twitch a few times from his cum muscle. It took awhile for his cum to ooze out. His cum muscle wasn't strong enough to push it through is enormous length.