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It was my favourite place on earth. Sometimes, I’d spend hours there, working out until my muscles ached and my lungs burned. I loved everything about it, and there was no better feeling than seeing the results of my hard work.
I was only eighteen, but I’d been hitting the gym as much as possible since high school ended. I wasn’t shredded or anything, but I was slowly seeing my progress with each, passing week. I knew that some day, I’d look just like the other guys who worked out there.
My confidence had skyrocketed, too. Sure, I’d always been told that I was a cute guy, but having the body to match made it even better. Sometimes, I’d spend hours in my bedroom, trying to perfect the lighting and poses, just to get the perfect photo for my socials. It rarely worked.
On Sundays, I liked to get there before the crowds. The earlier I arrived, the easier it was to get through my workout without waiting for other people to finish, and that’s just what happened on the day my whole life changed.
It was a sweet workout. The familiar tightness burned through my biceps and back as I finally dropped the weights and headed for the changing room. My t-shirt stuck to my body with sweat, and my shorts clung to my thighs. As I walked by the mirrors, I couldn’t help but stop.
Alright, so maybe I was a little big-headed, but who could blame me? I’d gone from a scrawny, skinny teen to a handsome young man who was finally beginning to fill out his clothes. How could I turn down an opportunity to capture that with perfect lighting?
I ran my hand through my sweaty blond hair, and it sat just right. I took a look over my shoulder to ensure that the door was completely closed, and opened the camera on my phone. A few seconds later, I peeled my damp shirt off and set my phone next to the sink, and in the minutes that followed, I struck every pose I could think of.
I looked good. The light was harsh, making my muscle pop even more. My body was mostly smooth, because I’d watched a video a few days prior that said it would make me look even better, and I had to agree. I didn’t just look good, I looked hot.
I turned around, showing off my back as I flexed my biceps. I stood to the side, mimicking the bodybuilders that I followed on Instagram, and I continued posing until the door swung open and I froze in place.
The young man was too quick. He didn’t do it on purpose, of course, but he was already inside the changing room before I had a chance to grab my shirt, and my cheeks blazed red as I awkwardly reached for my phone. A smile lit his face.
“Lookin’ good, bro” he grinned, as he continued walking, and I cringed as he headed for the showers.
It was dumb. I was in the changing room of a gym. It wasn’t out of the ordinary to see dudes flexing in the mirror, but I still didn’t feel like I’d earned the right. After all, I still felt like the skinny, scrawny kid that I used to be.
It didn’t help that the guy who’d caught me was barely a year or two older, and far more shredded than I was. He was probably laughing his ass off. He’d probably tell all of the other gym bros, who I regularly watched from the corner, filled with admiration and jealousy. My stomach churned as I shoved my phone into my pocket and grabbed my bag.
Unsurprisingly, I wasn’t a big fan of showering in the gym, either. I was a modest guy, and I’d always been that way, so I usually waited until the showers were free before I quickly washed myself. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be an option that day.
I contemplated leaving. How could I walk into the showers after what had just happened? I looked down at myself and winced. I was too sweaty to skip a shower, so I groaned to myself and accepted my fate.
He wouldn’t even notice me. It was a gym shower. He’d probably seen a hundred other guys in the shower, and I was certain that he didn’t care. At least, I was kinda certain. I stripped out of my damp clothes and shuffled toward the communal shower. I was hoping that he’d be on his way out so I could avoid the awkwardness, but once again, I was disappointed.
He stood under the middle shower. Foam and suds dripped down his ripped body, and I briefly glanced at him as he scrubbed his face. He looked like something out of a movie.
I swallowed nervously and stood as far away from him as I could get. I turned my back, praying that he wouldn’t notice me when he finally finished showering, but as soon as I hit the button, he spoke.
“What’s up, bro?” He said, with the same tone and accent that every young gym guy had. I wanted the ground to swallow me.
“Oh, uh… Nothing” I replied, unable to look back at him. “Y… You?”
I had no idea why I continued the conversation. I was quite sure I’d never felt as awkward in my life, but what else was I supposed to do?
“I’ve seen you here a few times” he said, and when I realised how close he was, I stiffened up. Had he just walked over to me? “What’s your name?”
“Uh… Max” I gulped, turning my head slightly to find him inches away, holding out his wet hand.
“I’m Cameron” he said, “nice to meet you, Max”.
Instinctively, I shook his hand, but as soon as I did, my eyes dropped to the large organ between his legs, and I felt my cheeks burn, again.
“Nice to Max” I replied, but before I realised what I’d said, Cameron laughed. “Meet you!” I quickly corrected, my stomach sinking. “I meant nice to meet you”.
“I got it” he grinned, still holding my hand. “You looked good out there, y’know?” He continued, “doing your little thirst traps, huh?”
I forced a smile. I couldn’t imagine who on earth would find me hot enough to consider me a thirst trap, but the compliment made me relax slightly. When Cameron finally let go of my hand, I almost forgot we were both naked.
“I was just playing around” I lied, “when you walked in. I wasn’t like… Well, I wasn’t serious”.
“Why not?” He asked, as I became increasingly aware of the fact that I’d have to turn around to him eventually. “You look good, why not show it off?”
“I look good?” I scoffed, and once again, I’d put my foot in it. “I mean… I just meant that you… I mean, not in a gay way or anything, I was just saying…”
Cameron laughed again. Even his teeth were perfect.
“Are you always this nervous, Max?” He asked, and I took a deep breath and tried to gather myself.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me today” I half laughed, and then I felt his hand on my waist and I froze once again.
“Maybe I could help you relax” he said, and my mind became foggy.
“Oh” I swallowed, as I felt him slowly turn me around, and although I knew I was supposed to stop him, I didn’t. I shuffled around on my wet feet until I was facing him, and Cameron made no secret of the fact that he was looking at my dick.
“Have you ever messed around with a guy?” He breathed, taking a step closer to me until my back pressed against the cold tiles. I stared into his bright blue eyes and shook my head slowly. “There’s a first time for everything then, huh?” He grinned, and moments later, his lips were pressed to mine.
I was too stunned to do anything. I didn’t try to stop him or run away. I just stood there, naked and wet, with another guy’s lips against mine, and when he finally stopped, I remained there, paralysed.
Cameron didn’t say anything as he reached for my wrist and slowly guided my hand to his rock hard abs. I felt the sharp muscle beneath his smooth flesh, and I had no idea why it felt so good. I continued staring at my own hand as though I had no control over it, and watched as he guided it lower.
“That feels good, Max” he breathed, as my fingers closed around his large, meaty cock. “That feels real good”.
My heart smashed in my chest as Cameron reached for my dick and took it into his hand. We both stood there as the steam surrounded us, stroking each other in silence, and I was certain that I’d lost my mind.
“Wanna’ suck it?” He whispered, his lips inches from mine.
I should have said no. I was supposed to say no, but my brain betrayed me. I nodded hesitantly as Cameron smiled, again, and suddenly, I was getting on my knees for a dude.
“You look good down there” he smirked, running one hand through my wet hair and using the other one to jerk off. “You ready to take this, huh?”
He pressed it against my lips. I could still smell his sweat, and it was driving me insane. He squeezed his cock back and forth across my mouth until I finally opened it, and then I felt a dick in my mouth for the first time.
“Oh yeah” he grunted, as his muscular hips began to thrust. “Oh yeah, that’s good, bro”.
I was imagining it. I had to be imagining it. I looked up at him as my lips stretched around his meat, and watched as his eyes closed and his head hung back. I wasn’t imagining it.
It tasted… Weird. Not a bad weird. Not necessarily a good weird, either, just… Weird. Yet, I continued to suck, even though I wasn’t supposed to be sucking a guy’s dick. Even though I’d been talking to a girl from school for months. Even though I’d never even contemplated sucking a dick, before. I continued.
The taste became sharper. I knew what it was, and I was supposed to be disgusted by it, but I wasn’t. In fact, I felt proud. I was making a dude leak pre-cum, and as disturbing as it was supposed to be, I could hardly hide my excitement. What the fuck was happening?
“Gag on it” he gasped, pushing another inch or two into my throat. He didn’t have to tell me twice. My body stiffened as my gag reflex kicked in, and suddenly, I was choking on him. “Fuckkk” he groaned, pinning me to the wall and fucking my throat harder. “That’s right, you like this big, fat cock in your throat, huh? You like sucking my dick. That’s it, gag on it. Gag”.
His words made my cock hard. I don’t know how and I don’t know why, but the more he spoke, the harder I became, and much to my own surprise, I grabbed my cock and began to pump it as I sucked.
I was in heaven. Granted, it was the most confusing heaven imaginable, but it was heaven nonetheless. I sucked and choked, gagged and swallowed, but continued to take him until his breathing sped up, and so did his thrusts.
“Want my cum?” He asked, gasping. “Huh? You wanna swallow my nut?”
I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t bring myself to say yes, but I certainly didn’t want to say no. Whatever was happening to me, I’d deal with later, but for now, I needed his cum.
I sucked harder and Cameron’s breath became shaky. He widened his legs and grabbed my head with both hands, and I knew it was about to happen when he froze.
“Oh shit!” He almost cried, as his cock began to pulse in my throat. “Yeah, fuckin’ swallow it, bro. Fuckin’ swallow my nut!”
I gulped. The thick wave of hot cum spewed into my throat and I swallowed it down like I was dying of thirst. I didn’t care that it was salty and bitter. I didn’t care that it had just come from a guy’s nuts, I didn’t care about anything. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed some more until my own cock exploded and hot sperm poured down my hand. Cameron stepped back a few minutes later.
“Well, fuck” he said, catching his breath as he helped me to my feet. “That was uh… That was pretty hot”.
I was stunned. I stood there for a moment, unable to say a word, and before I knew it, we were both getting dressed together. Cameron grinned at me as he pulled on his shirt.
“First time, huh?” He smirked, playfully nudging my arm. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it” he winked, and my brain scrambled as I followed him out of the changing room and down the stairs to the front door. A pretty young woman stood there, waiting.
“Oh, hey, babe” Cameron said, wrapping his muscular arm around the cute blond and kissing her on the lips. He turned back to me with a secretive curl to his lip. “Max, this is my girlfriend, Samantha. Sam, this is my new gym buddy, Max”.
“Nice to meet you, Max” the young woman said, and all I could do was gawp as the two of them walked away.
“See you next week, bro!” Cameron called, and looked back over his shoulder as they walked to his car. When he winked, I almost came, again.
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It was my favourite place on earth. Sometimes, I’d spend hours there, working out until my muscles ached and my lungs burned. I loved everything about it, and there was no better feeling than seeing the results of my hard work.
I was only eighteen, but I’d been hitting the gym as much as possible since high school ended. I wasn’t shredded or anything, but I was slowly seeing my progress with each, passing week. I knew that some day, I’d look just like the other guys who worked out there.
My confidence had skyrocketed, too. Sure, I’d always been told that I was a cute guy, but having the body to match made it even better. Sometimes, I’d spend hours in my bedroom, trying to perfect the lighting and poses, just to get the perfect photo for my socials. It rarely worked.
On Sundays, I liked to get there before the crowds. The earlier I arrived, the easier it was to get through my workout without waiting for other people to finish, and that’s just what happened on the day my whole life changed.
It was a sweet workout. The familiar tightness burned through my biceps and back as I finally dropped the weights and headed for the changing room. My t-shirt stuck to my body with sweat, and my shorts clung to my thighs. As I walked by the mirrors, I couldn’t help but stop.
Alright, so maybe I was a little big-headed, but who could blame me? I’d gone from a scrawny, skinny teen to a handsome young man who was finally beginning to fill out his clothes. How could I turn down an opportunity to capture that with perfect lighting?
I ran my hand through my sweaty blond hair, and it sat just right. I took a look over my shoulder to ensure that the door was completely closed, and opened the camera on my phone. A few seconds later, I peeled my damp shirt off and set my phone next to the sink, and in the minutes that followed, I struck every pose I could think of.
I looked good. The light was harsh, making my muscle pop even more. My body was mostly smooth, because I’d watched a video a few days prior that said it would make me look even better, and I had to agree. I didn’t just look good, I looked hot.
I turned around, showing off my back as I flexed my biceps. I stood to the side, mimicking the bodybuilders that I followed on Instagram, and I continued posing until the door swung open and I froze in place.
The young man was too quick. He didn’t do it on purpose, of course, but he was already inside the changing room before I had a chance to grab my shirt, and my cheeks blazed red as I awkwardly reached for my phone. A smile lit his face.
“Lookin’ good, bro” he grinned, as he continued walking, and I cringed as he headed for the showers.
It was dumb. I was in the changing room of a gym. It wasn’t out of the ordinary to see dudes flexing in the mirror, but I still didn’t feel like I’d earned the right. After all, I still felt like the skinny, scrawny kid that I used to be.
It didn’t help that the guy who’d caught me was barely a year or two older, and far more shredded than I was. He was probably laughing his ass off. He’d probably tell all of the other gym bros, who I regularly watched from the corner, filled with admiration and jealousy. My stomach churned as I shoved my phone into my pocket and grabbed my bag.
Unsurprisingly, I wasn’t a big fan of showering in the gym, either. I was a modest guy, and I’d always been that way, so I usually waited until the showers were free before I quickly washed myself. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be an option that day.
I contemplated leaving. How could I walk into the showers after what had just happened? I looked down at myself and winced. I was too sweaty to skip a shower, so I groaned to myself and accepted my fate.
He wouldn’t even notice me. It was a gym shower. He’d probably seen a hundred other guys in the shower, and I was certain that he didn’t care. At least, I was kinda certain. I stripped out of my damp clothes and shuffled toward the communal shower. I was hoping that he’d be on his way out so I could avoid the awkwardness, but once again, I was disappointed.
He stood under the middle shower. Foam and suds dripped down his ripped body, and I briefly glanced at him as he scrubbed his face. He looked like something out of a movie.
I swallowed nervously and stood as far away from him as I could get. I turned my back, praying that he wouldn’t notice me when he finally finished showering, but as soon as I hit the button, he spoke.
“What’s up, bro?” He said, with the same tone and accent that every young gym guy had. I wanted the ground to swallow me.
“Oh, uh… Nothing” I replied, unable to look back at him. “Y… You?”
I had no idea why I continued the conversation. I was quite sure I’d never felt as awkward in my life, but what else was I supposed to do?
“I’ve seen you here a few times” he said, and when I realised how close he was, I stiffened up. Had he just walked over to me? “What’s your name?”
“Uh… Max” I gulped, turning my head slightly to find him inches away, holding out his wet hand.
“I’m Cameron” he said, “nice to meet you, Max”.
Instinctively, I shook his hand, but as soon as I did, my eyes dropped to the large organ between his legs, and I felt my cheeks burn, again.
“Nice to Max” I replied, but before I realised what I’d said, Cameron laughed. “Meet you!” I quickly corrected, my stomach sinking. “I meant nice to meet you”.
“I got it” he grinned, still holding my hand. “You looked good out there, y’know?” He continued, “doing your little thirst traps, huh?”
I forced a smile. I couldn’t imagine who on earth would find me hot enough to consider me a thirst trap, but the compliment made me relax slightly. When Cameron finally let go of my hand, I almost forgot we were both naked.
“I was just playing around” I lied, “when you walked in. I wasn’t like… Well, I wasn’t serious”.
“Why not?” He asked, as I became increasingly aware of the fact that I’d have to turn around to him eventually. “You look good, why not show it off?”
“I look good?” I scoffed, and once again, I’d put my foot in it. “I mean… I just meant that you… I mean, not in a gay way or anything, I was just saying…”
Cameron laughed again. Even his teeth were perfect.
“Are you always this nervous, Max?” He asked, and I took a deep breath and tried to gather myself.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me today” I half laughed, and then I felt his hand on my waist and I froze once again.
“Maybe I could help you relax” he said, and my mind became foggy.
“Oh” I swallowed, as I felt him slowly turn me around, and although I knew I was supposed to stop him, I didn’t. I shuffled around on my wet feet until I was facing him, and Cameron made no secret of the fact that he was looking at my dick.
“Have you ever messed around with a guy?” He breathed, taking a step closer to me until my back pressed against the cold tiles. I stared into his bright blue eyes and shook my head slowly. “There’s a first time for everything then, huh?” He grinned, and moments later, his lips were pressed to mine.
I was too stunned to do anything. I didn’t try to stop him or run away. I just stood there, naked and wet, with another guy’s lips against mine, and when he finally stopped, I remained there, paralysed.
Cameron didn’t say anything as he reached for my wrist and slowly guided my hand to his rock hard abs. I felt the sharp muscle beneath his smooth flesh, and I had no idea why it felt so good. I continued staring at my own hand as though I had no control over it, and watched as he guided it lower.
“That feels good, Max” he breathed, as my fingers closed around his large, meaty cock. “That feels real good”.
My heart smashed in my chest as Cameron reached for my dick and took it into his hand. We both stood there as the steam surrounded us, stroking each other in silence, and I was certain that I’d lost my mind.
“Wanna’ suck it?” He whispered, his lips inches from mine.
I should have said no. I was supposed to say no, but my brain betrayed me. I nodded hesitantly as Cameron smiled, again, and suddenly, I was getting on my knees for a dude.
“You look good down there” he smirked, running one hand through my wet hair and using the other one to jerk off. “You ready to take this, huh?”
He pressed it against my lips. I could still smell his sweat, and it was driving me insane. He squeezed his cock back and forth across my mouth until I finally opened it, and then I felt a dick in my mouth for the first time.
“Oh yeah” he grunted, as his muscular hips began to thrust. “Oh yeah, that’s good, bro”.
I was imagining it. I had to be imagining it. I looked up at him as my lips stretched around his meat, and watched as his eyes closed and his head hung back. I wasn’t imagining it.
It tasted… Weird. Not a bad weird. Not necessarily a good weird, either, just… Weird. Yet, I continued to suck, even though I wasn’t supposed to be sucking a guy’s dick. Even though I’d been talking to a girl from school for months. Even though I’d never even contemplated sucking a dick, before. I continued.
The taste became sharper. I knew what it was, and I was supposed to be disgusted by it, but I wasn’t. In fact, I felt proud. I was making a dude leak pre-cum, and as disturbing as it was supposed to be, I could hardly hide my excitement. What the fuck was happening?
“Gag on it” he gasped, pushing another inch or two into my throat. He didn’t have to tell me twice. My body stiffened as my gag reflex kicked in, and suddenly, I was choking on him. “Fuckkk” he groaned, pinning me to the wall and fucking my throat harder. “That’s right, you like this big, fat cock in your throat, huh? You like sucking my dick. That’s it, gag on it. Gag”.
His words made my cock hard. I don’t know how and I don’t know why, but the more he spoke, the harder I became, and much to my own surprise, I grabbed my cock and began to pump it as I sucked.
I was in heaven. Granted, it was the most confusing heaven imaginable, but it was heaven nonetheless. I sucked and choked, gagged and swallowed, but continued to take him until his breathing sped up, and so did his thrusts.
“Want my cum?” He asked, gasping. “Huh? You wanna swallow my nut?”
I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t bring myself to say yes, but I certainly didn’t want to say no. Whatever was happening to me, I’d deal with later, but for now, I needed his cum.
I sucked harder and Cameron’s breath became shaky. He widened his legs and grabbed my head with both hands, and I knew it was about to happen when he froze.
“Oh shit!” He almost cried, as his cock began to pulse in my throat. “Yeah, fuckin’ swallow it, bro. Fuckin’ swallow my nut!”
I gulped. The thick wave of hot cum spewed into my throat and I swallowed it down like I was dying of thirst. I didn’t care that it was salty and bitter. I didn’t care that it had just come from a guy’s nuts, I didn’t care about anything. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed some more until my own cock exploded and hot sperm poured down my hand. Cameron stepped back a few minutes later.
“Well, fuck” he said, catching his breath as he helped me to my feet. “That was uh… That was pretty hot”.
I was stunned. I stood there for a moment, unable to say a word, and before I knew it, we were both getting dressed together. Cameron grinned at me as he pulled on his shirt.
“First time, huh?” He smirked, playfully nudging my arm. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it” he winked, and my brain scrambled as I followed him out of the changing room and down the stairs to the front door. A pretty young woman stood there, waiting.
“Oh, hey, babe” Cameron said, wrapping his muscular arm around the cute blond and kissing her on the lips. He turned back to me with a secretive curl to his lip. “Max, this is my girlfriend, Samantha. Sam, this is my new gym buddy, Max”.
“Nice to meet you, Max” the young woman said, and all I could do was gawp as the two of them walked away.
“See you next week, bro!” Cameron called, and looked back over his shoulder as they walked to his car. When he winked, I almost came, again.
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