I don't even know why I'm writing this lol, I guess to exercise my writing skills. Also, sorry about the super cliche porn title, I'm writing this out of boredom.
He was doing lat pulls and facing away from me, his blond hair was rustled from the workout and sticking to his sweaty neck. My eyes slowly descended to his back, his tank was blotted with sweat, and his back muscles flexed from the workout, causing light to glisten off his exposed arms. I gulped.
I quickly turned back to pretending to work out as a young woman knelt down a few feet away from me to start stretching. I glanced at her while she stretched her arms to touch her toes. She was wearing purple leggings with a yellow stripe down each leg, and a black sports bra. Her dirty blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail and her figure was fit yet curvy at the same time.
She caught my eye as she raised her arms up above her head. She flashed a quick smile before going back to touching her toes. My eyes traveled down her back to her butt. I stared at it, either out of habit or subconsciously trying to convince myself it was hotter than his.
I took a glance over at him and saw he was sitting on one of the benches, towel draped over his shoulder, scrolling through his phone. He glanced up and we locked eyes. Fuck. I tried to look away. He's just another guy at the gym, stop staring, you aren't even gay! I averted my eyes and like magnets, went right back to staring into the most beautiful blue eyes I had seen. He flashed me a pearly white smile and went back to checking his phone.
I blushed and looked down. Stop, he's just being friendly. So are you, you can admire other people without being sexually attracted to them. Though for the past week when he had first started showing up, I had always hoped we would be there at the same time, and even went so far as to memorize his schedule. I couldn't help it, something about him was just attractive and I hadn't ever thought about other men in that way until he arrived.
I'm not gay. I would repeat it in my head when going to bed, staring up at my ceiling. But my mind would begin wandering to images of his toned sweaty body, his stunning eyes, and mesmerizing smile. Imagining him slowly taking his shirt off, before moving his hand down his pecs, abs, and along his Adonis belt, only to stop right before his gym shorts, made my body feel something I didn't know it could feel. I would find myself getting hard and would always quickly turn on some Lisa Anne porn on my phone to relieve myself.
It's nothing serious, I haven't admired guys at all in my teens, why would it happen now? I would look back and try to imagine everyone during high school, my friends, crushes, and try and see any points in my life I admired a guy. I never found one, but I came to realize I find many girls attractive either. Even the three girlfriends I had, didn't seem to ever do anything for me. I pretended it was because I was imagining them as I remembered, and that if I saw them now and more mature I'd find them hot again.
The sound of someone dropping a dumbbell snapped me out of my thoughts, and I quickly glanced at where he had been sitting. He wasn't there. Damn! Today had been the day I was finally gonna try and say hi, but of course I chickened out. Giving a sigh, I placed my dumbbells back and headed toward the gym showers.
I opened my locker and paused. The sudden image of bumping into him here shot right from my mind and into my groin. Fuck. I could feel my heart beating again and my gym shorts began tightening as I began to get hard. It's natural after a workout, it's just testosterone, nothing else. My other excuse was the fact that I hadn't jerked my morning wood, and so I had been slightly horny all day. Maybe that's why you were hoping he'd be at the gym.
I shook my head, trying to bury that thought deep in my mind. I could feel my shorts loosening and let out a sigh. I stripped down and dumped my clothes in my locker and exchanged them for my mini shampoo bottle, body wash, and loofah. I closed my locker and turned towards the showers and froze. He was there.
The gym showers were open with no curtains, but had dividing short walls between them, his back was facing me, hands busy scrubbing his hair. I followed the water down his back to his ass. Fuck. It was amazing, and made my heart almost stop. He was an athletic guy, so it was firm and had those butt dimples, I found myself imagining my hands gripping them tightly and before I realized it, I had a semi. With no shorts to keep it down, I desperately tried to think of something else but I could feel the blood pump even more and my cock getting to full mast.
Thinking fast, I began speed walking towards one of the shower stalls, keeping my head low to the ground. I took a quick glance up and saw he hadn't turned around yet and made one least hop into one of the stalls. Breathing a sigh of relief, I quickly turned on the water, hoping the heat would make my body less tense and my boner to go away.
I tried not to think about the fact that he was naked and only two stalls away, and instead tried to not get shampoo in my eyes. Rinsing my hair, I took a quick glance over my shoulder, noting that he hadn't finished his shower yet and nobody else was there. My heart began beating again and I tried to stop thinking about it by starting to scrub myself with body wash.
Big mistake. As the loofah traveled over my chest, the thought of his hand doing the same flashed into my mind. I bit my lip and slowed my hand down, so I could feel the loofah grazing my skin. Fuck, stop it! I didn't. I closed my eyes and slowly made circles over my abs, imagining his tongue tracing the same pattern, his eyes staring up at me as it happened.
I slowly moved my loofah further to right above my cock, and could feel it getting hard. A teased it by moving my loofah around the base and under the balls, some of it grazing the skin in the process, causing me to grow even harder. I imagined his hand, cupping and fondling my balls, his lips inches away from the tip of my cock.
I let out a small whimper and moved my other hand slowly down my back, to cup my ass cheek. I had never done any anal at all, but my hornyness was taking over and while still circling my now fully erect cock, I began teasing my asshole with the tip of my index finger.
The thought of him doing the same thing made my cock twitch, and I dropped my loofah, grabbing my balls and playing with them. I tilted my head back and let my index finger press slightly against my ass, and felt a rush so intense I immediately moved my hands from my balls to my throbbing cock.
Slowly moving my hand, I let my hand begin the rhythmic motion I knew all too well. My cock pulsed with excitement and my finger began getting bolder, ever so slightly entering my hole. Do it. I bit my lip hard and began putting pressure on my finger, not moving it away this time and letting it slowly enter my body. Holy fuck. I let out a cross between a whimper and moan as I felt my finger go deeper.
My hand was moving slightly faster now, my cock pulsating to the new pleasure I was feeling. I could imagine him doing the same thing. His hand, slowly finger fucking me, his eyes never leaving my gaze, his tongue slowly traveling up the bottom of my cock.
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My heart seemed like it was going to beat right out of my chest, and my stomach was doing flips. I nervously tried to focus on my dumbbell but my mind kept telling me to take another look. Blushing, either from my workout or nerves, I pretended to scan the gym TV's before sliding my gaze over to him. He was doing lat pulls and facing away from me, his blond hair was rustled from the workout and sticking to his sweaty neck. My eyes slowly descended to his back, his tank was blotted with sweat, and his back muscles flexed from the workout, causing light to glisten off his exposed arms. I gulped.
I quickly turned back to pretending to work out as a young woman knelt down a few feet away from me to start stretching. I glanced at her while she stretched her arms to touch her toes. She was wearing purple leggings with a yellow stripe down each leg, and a black sports bra. Her dirty blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail and her figure was fit yet curvy at the same time.
She caught my eye as she raised her arms up above her head. She flashed a quick smile before going back to touching her toes. My eyes traveled down her back to her butt. I stared at it, either out of habit or subconsciously trying to convince myself it was hotter than his.
I took a glance over at him and saw he was sitting on one of the benches, towel draped over his shoulder, scrolling through his phone. He glanced up and we locked eyes. Fuck. I tried to look away. He's just another guy at the gym, stop staring, you aren't even gay! I averted my eyes and like magnets, went right back to staring into the most beautiful blue eyes I had seen. He flashed me a pearly white smile and went back to checking his phone.
I blushed and looked down. Stop, he's just being friendly. So are you, you can admire other people without being sexually attracted to them. Though for the past week when he had first started showing up, I had always hoped we would be there at the same time, and even went so far as to memorize his schedule. I couldn't help it, something about him was just attractive and I hadn't ever thought about other men in that way until he arrived.
I'm not gay. I would repeat it in my head when going to bed, staring up at my ceiling. But my mind would begin wandering to images of his toned sweaty body, his stunning eyes, and mesmerizing smile. Imagining him slowly taking his shirt off, before moving his hand down his pecs, abs, and along his Adonis belt, only to stop right before his gym shorts, made my body feel something I didn't know it could feel. I would find myself getting hard and would always quickly turn on some Lisa Anne porn on my phone to relieve myself.
It's nothing serious, I haven't admired guys at all in my teens, why would it happen now? I would look back and try to imagine everyone during high school, my friends, crushes, and try and see any points in my life I admired a guy. I never found one, but I came to realize I find many girls attractive either. Even the three girlfriends I had, didn't seem to ever do anything for me. I pretended it was because I was imagining them as I remembered, and that if I saw them now and more mature I'd find them hot again.
The sound of someone dropping a dumbbell snapped me out of my thoughts, and I quickly glanced at where he had been sitting. He wasn't there. Damn! Today had been the day I was finally gonna try and say hi, but of course I chickened out. Giving a sigh, I placed my dumbbells back and headed toward the gym showers.
I opened my locker and paused. The sudden image of bumping into him here shot right from my mind and into my groin. Fuck. I could feel my heart beating again and my gym shorts began tightening as I began to get hard. It's natural after a workout, it's just testosterone, nothing else. My other excuse was the fact that I hadn't jerked my morning wood, and so I had been slightly horny all day. Maybe that's why you were hoping he'd be at the gym.
I shook my head, trying to bury that thought deep in my mind. I could feel my shorts loosening and let out a sigh. I stripped down and dumped my clothes in my locker and exchanged them for my mini shampoo bottle, body wash, and loofah. I closed my locker and turned towards the showers and froze. He was there.
The gym showers were open with no curtains, but had dividing short walls between them, his back was facing me, hands busy scrubbing his hair. I followed the water down his back to his ass. Fuck. It was amazing, and made my heart almost stop. He was an athletic guy, so it was firm and had those butt dimples, I found myself imagining my hands gripping them tightly and before I realized it, I had a semi. With no shorts to keep it down, I desperately tried to think of something else but I could feel the blood pump even more and my cock getting to full mast.
Thinking fast, I began speed walking towards one of the shower stalls, keeping my head low to the ground. I took a quick glance up and saw he hadn't turned around yet and made one least hop into one of the stalls. Breathing a sigh of relief, I quickly turned on the water, hoping the heat would make my body less tense and my boner to go away.
I tried not to think about the fact that he was naked and only two stalls away, and instead tried to not get shampoo in my eyes. Rinsing my hair, I took a quick glance over my shoulder, noting that he hadn't finished his shower yet and nobody else was there. My heart began beating again and I tried to stop thinking about it by starting to scrub myself with body wash.
Big mistake. As the loofah traveled over my chest, the thought of his hand doing the same flashed into my mind. I bit my lip and slowed my hand down, so I could feel the loofah grazing my skin. Fuck, stop it! I didn't. I closed my eyes and slowly made circles over my abs, imagining his tongue tracing the same pattern, his eyes staring up at me as it happened.
I slowly moved my loofah further to right above my cock, and could feel it getting hard. A teased it by moving my loofah around the base and under the balls, some of it grazing the skin in the process, causing me to grow even harder. I imagined his hand, cupping and fondling my balls, his lips inches away from the tip of my cock.
I let out a small whimper and moved my other hand slowly down my back, to cup my ass cheek. I had never done any anal at all, but my hornyness was taking over and while still circling my now fully erect cock, I began teasing my asshole with the tip of my index finger.
The thought of him doing the same thing made my cock twitch, and I dropped my loofah, grabbing my balls and playing with them. I tilted my head back and let my index finger press slightly against my ass, and felt a rush so intense I immediately moved my hands from my balls to my throbbing cock.
Slowly moving my hand, I let my hand begin the rhythmic motion I knew all too well. My cock pulsed with excitement and my finger began getting bolder, ever so slightly entering my hole. Do it. I bit my lip hard and began putting pressure on my finger, not moving it away this time and letting it slowly enter my body. Holy fuck. I let out a cross between a whimper and moan as I felt my finger go deeper.
My hand was moving slightly faster now, my cock pulsating to the new pleasure I was feeling. I could imagine him doing the same thing. His hand, slowly finger fucking me, his eyes never leaving my gaze, his tongue slowly traveling up the bottom of my cock.
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