Working Out

[rugbyshowers]

The men and the location in this story are based very loosely upon real life, but the scenario is entirely the product of my horny imagination...

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Part 1

I always like to get down the gym and work out when I'm away on holiday or on business. Keep the fitness habit going. The exercise feels good - and it's a chance to get me some nice eye candy. Men in workout gear - and more particularly out of workout gear - really get me off.

If the hotel doesn't have facilities then I check online to see if there's a gym nearby offering day memberships, though for this particular business trip I didn't need to. Was in this city at least once a year, knew a joint where I could hit the weights and then hit the showers.

The night it happened, I couldn't fit my workout in until late. I normally prefer to work out during peak hours - more guys around means more guys to check out - but the afternoon strategy meeting seriously dragged out, and ended up turning into a few drinks down the pub. I excused myself from beers and stuck to the soft drinks, then got out about half-nine, eager to get in some training and work up a good sweat after being sat on my arse all day.

Arrived at the gym just before ten, it was very quiet. The young lad on the desk checked if I wanted to pay my day membership - they'd be locking up for the night at half-eleven - but this was OK. Reckoned I could get in a quick run on the treadmill and some weight training before getting a quick shower and going back to the hotel to hit the sack. I handed over the cash and headed for the gents locker room.

I dumped my bags on one of the benches and started stripping off. I'd been suited and booted all day and it felt good to shed all the gear. I kicked off my shoes, then put my suit away in the bag I'd brought for it and hung it up as tidily as I could manage in one of the empty lockers. The tie, socks, shirt and boxer briefs then came off in short order, and I was naked.

Now, I'm no Adonis but I'm not in bad shape for a guy pushing 40 - getting a little chunky around the middle perhaps, but nice and broad across the shoulders and with a decent amount of muscle to boot - and I'm certainly not shy about getting undressed. Always good to get naked and feel confident with other men. Except that it was so late that the locker room was deserted - but such is life! I took my time getting a drink out of my bag anyway, and then pulled on gym gear: classic Bike mesh jock, blue running vest, grey marl shorts, socks and trainers. I stuffed my discarded clothes into my kit bag - I'd packed some clean gear to wear for the trip back to the hotel, so I wouldn't have to climb back into that bloody suit again tonight - and locked everything up safe.

The place was nearly empty by the time I'd finished my cardio and was taking a breather before doing a bit of weight training. There's been a young woman on the treadmill next to me, but she'd disappeared so I expected she'd gone to get cleaned up and head home. This just left a tall lad working out on one of the rowing machines, and a slightly older, but very fit looking, bloke with salt and pepper hair on the reception desk - I'd not seen him before but I assumed he was duty manager and/or a fitness coach, and was holding the fort so the youngster who I'd been talking to earlier could go home for the night. It was getting pretty late to be working out, truth be told, but I was feeling energetic after the enforced inactivity of the day and by no means ready to stop. I went over to the lat pull machine and started my first set. 15 reps on a pretty hefty weight setting, I managed to keep my form but it was tough work towards the end.

"Good control mate - could see that was hurting." I turned around. Rowing Lad was behind me, still a little out of breath and sweating hard from his exertions - but not in a state. He had clearly been working hard but it was equally apparent that he was used to it. "Don't think I've seen you around here before, you new to these parts?"

"Cheers pal, do my best not to disgrace myself. I'm just visiting, down here on business, taking the chance to keep up with the training whilst I'm away. Hard to keep up the habit if you break it. That's why I'm in here so bloody late though, meeting seriously over-ran. Well, actually we ended up in the pub, but I stuck to the soft drinks. Wanted to get away as soon as was decent and get down here."

Rowing Lad broke into a broad grin, "Admirable restraint, looks like you're a man who's good at being in control. Shame you aren't sticking around, I play down the local rugby club and we're always looking for new recruits. Oh sorry mate, don't let me put you off your training."

I got a grip on the bar and completed my second set, really feeling the strain in my back and the grips on the bar digging into my fingers as I counted through ten and onto fifteen. Fucking hard work. I flexed my aching fingers a couple of times after releasing the bar, then grabbed my water bottle to take a breather for a minute.

"You got some more sets to do mate?" Rowing Lad asked from behind me.

"Just the one left to go, then I'll be done." I said, before turning to talk to him. He'd taken his top off, revealing an athletic torso. His sweaty navy blue vest was now stuffed into the waistband of his white shorts. My mouth went slightly dry, though I managed not to disgrace myself by staring, or stumbling over my words. Much. "Ummmm... I should only be a couple of minutes, or we could always alternate? Sorry, you should've told me you needed it."

"Don't worry, I can wait a little longer. Could probably still use a little more recovery time after the row, especially doing an exercise like this. You carry on."

"Cheers pal. I know exactly where you're coming from, still sweating like a pig from running."

I took my time downing some more water from my bottle, giving my brain the chance to process what was happening. I'd not had a proper look at him, but I certainly had a tall, well-built, half-naked man stood behind me, taking his time watching me work out. This was starting to feel a bit cruisy, but it was very public and perhaps I was reading this guy's friendliness the wrong way. I did spot out of the corner of my eye that the bloke on the desk was looking in our direction, but then he got his head back down into some paperwork. I was surprised that he'd not bawled out Rowing Lad for pulling his top off, but I guess it was late evening and there were no women left in the place, so he probably wasn't too bothered.

I grabbed the bar on the pulldown again, resolving to get the pain out of the way quickly and move on. The 15 reps were torture from halfway in but I got the job done, albeit with a couple of pretty strong curses under my breath towards the end. I hauled my arse out of the seat, got up and turned round. Rowing Lad was waiting. I copped a good eyeful of him. He was definitely taller, about 6'3 or 6'4 against my six feet. Not sure about age, late twenties perhaps? Black hair, crew cut, heavy five o'clock shadow. Sweat rolling down his brow, over an impressively broad and hairy chest. Not a gorilla but well-muscled. Fucking hot, basically.

Felt the first stirrings in my jock. Mustn't bone up. Must NOT bone up. Swig of water. Deep breath.

"All yours pal." Walked off to use the leg press and left him to it.
It didn't much help. Turned out that the leg press was a great perving location. There was a full height mirror nearby, affording me an excellent view of Rowing Lad going through his lat sets. The definition in his shoulders was good, and I figured he must take care of himself and spend quite a lot of time down this place. And then my eyes went down towards his shorts, which had dropped down the small of his back to expose a Bike waistband. The leg tapes were also visible the clinging white material, which was semi-transparent where pulled tight against his backside. Fuck, I love a man in a jockstrap.

Getting a semi now. Must stop looking.

I gave up after two sets on the leg press and went to do some bicep curls in the free weight area. It was about 30 seconds after I grabbed a dumbbell and got sat down to do my isolations that Rowing Lad turned up and sat down next to me. Was this guy just being friendly or hitting on me? I really wasn't sure anymore, but I was going to play it cautiously. I'd had a couple of really hot hookups with gym lads before, but I'd also misread the signals, sometimes with nasty results. He picked up a weight about three or four sizes above the one I had chosen, and sat down to do the same exercise.

"I don't know about you, mate," he began, a little breathlessly, "but I think I've bitten off a little more than I can chew tonight. I don't usually work out late in the evenings either, but I've doubled up on my shifts at work the last few nights and didn't want to keep on missing out on my training. Perhaps I should've just gone home and gone to bed early instead? Fuck me, I'm aching all over tonight - and I ain't even halfway through my usual weight training."

"The same myself fella," I said, trying not to sound nervous whilst forming mental images of this guy stripped down to his jock, "probably stupid of me to have done it but I reckon it's less painful in the long run, keeping up the routine rather than breaking the habit and then having to drag myself back. It's be easy to do, being as I'm away on business up and down the country on a regular basis, and I'm unfit enough as it is."

"You're not doing so bad mate - I wouldn't have tried to sign you up for rugby otherwise."

I gave out a tired laugh. "Don't take the piss fella, can you imagine me on the pitch up against the likes of you? I'd be snapped like a dead twig."
"No reason why you can't go into the second or third XV though mate, get you fitter, bulked up. It's all still good muddy fun! You should think about getting involved with your local club when you get home, if you have one nearby. Where you from?"

Myself and Rowing Lad got talking, mainly about each others' work and about rugby, inbetween increasingly widely spaced sets of bicep curls. It was still quite hot and thirsty work, and I took my cue from him and pulled off my own sweaty running vest. Felt good to cool down a little. Actually, it also felt good just to sit down and talk to him. You normally just walk around a gym minding your own business - well, that and casting a discreet eye over the talent - so it made a change to get to know someone. We actually got onto names - now I could think of him as Jonathan rather than Rowing Guy. Lost complete track of the time.

"Gents." A man's voice interrupted us mid-discussion of the relative merits of the New Zealand and South African back lines, "Excuse me but it's half past eleven, we're closing now."

"Shit, sorry Jeff, lost track of the time," replied my new friend Jonathan, "me and Mark here just need to go and collect our gear, we'll be out of your way in a few minutes."

"No sweat Jonno, I'll be stuck going through these membership records til at least midnight. You two go and get yourselves cleaned up, I can lock up after you later."

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To be continued...

 

[rugbyshowers]

Part 2

Jonathan thanked Jeff for his patience, and I briefly did likewise as we headed off together for the locker room. Between trying to keep my thoughts in check to get my semi back down, and the good time we'd had just talking together, I'd quite forgotten about the main event. Jonathan and I returned to the locker room and went to collect our gear. There were two long rows of lockers, with the entrance to the wet area round the corner at the far end. His locker was a few feet down from mine on the same side. Whilst I started to get my gear out of my locker, Jonathan kicked off his trainers and yanked down his shorts.

I couldn't help but stop and look at his right profile. He was a very fit bloke, out of my league! He was now naked save for a pair of striped rugby socks, rolled down to the ankles, and a Bike swimmer jock. One-inch grey waistband, holding up a plain white mesh pouch that was obviously bulging to contain his junk. His hot, dark fur ran down his chest and midriff, with generous helpings on the forearms and all down his legs. A single large, tribal-type tattoo ran down his flank, across the side of the rib cage, and the hip, and halfway down the thigh.

Bulging biceps. Thick thighs. Rock hard calves. A nice firm arse. And there was just me and this nearly naked rugby lad left in this locker room, with half an hour or more entirely to ourselves. I was going to need all of my self-control not to end up with an obscene erection before we even got to the shower! Jonathan stopped for a drink, and to open his locker up and get his bag out. I took a deep breath, then started stripping. Pulled off the trainers, then the sweaty socks and shorts, and finally hooked my thumbs in my waistband...

"Damn!" Jonathan had put his drink down and was halfway through yanking off those thick socks, "Feels like these fuckers are stuck on with glue." He braced against the lockers with his right hand, whilst taking off the right sock with the other hand. I was distracted by his talking, long enough for him to pull his own jock down and chuck it in the pile on the floor with the rest of his soiled workout gear. "Off to the shower mate, see you in a mo."

Jonathan picked up his towel and headed for the showers, giving me an excellent view of his hard arse, V-shaped torso and those big, strong legs. I was transfixed. Took me a few seconds to snap out of it. I'd seen a flash of his tackle as well when he was stripping out of his jock, and it looked ample - but I needed a better view to judge that. And I wanted a better view as well. Badly! I finished sliding my jock off my hips, picked up my towel and followed him into the showers.

I hung up my towel on the hooks next to his, and went to shower. There was a large communal, with heads around three white-tiled walls. Jonathan had already occupied the first on the right, so I went to stand under the second. He'd just started showering, which gave me the ideal opportunity to vet the package. It was not massive, but ample - I'd guess somewhere between four and five inches in its current state, although I fancied that it wasn't hanging completely limp. Looked like the feel-good hormones might be flowing already... a good-sized pair of balls were beginning to hang loose behind the cock as the combination of sweaty training following by steaming hot water had its effect on his scrotum. A thick bush of black hair linked his manhood to the treasure trail.

My own dick was starting to stiffen again, not quite horizontal yet but getting noticeable. It couldn't be helped, and I no longer cared anyway. I turned on the water and began to lather up...

 

[rugbyshowers]

Part 3

"Glad Jeff was working extra time tonight, couldn't do with going home sweaty. The girlfriend will moan enough about my being out so late tonight, without my turning up and stinking the flat out."

Girlfriend? Oh for fuck's sake. He could've said something earlier.

"Ah, you've got a lady in your life. Been together long?" I tried my best not to sound disappointed. Or totally fucking pissed off. And if this bloke is one of those bicurious types who likes to have a gay man up the arse once a year to scratch his itch, then he can definitely take a running jump.

"It'll be two years in October. I'm trying to take things one step at a time, but this relationship makes me feel really good. I think this one might be for keeps. You know how it is, you get past the big three-o and begin to wonder if it'll ever happen to you and then, all of a sudden... and then you just know that it's right."

I did know what that was like, or I thought I did, but it never worked out. I'd had a couple of boyfriends since, but nothing that lasted the test of time. Thinking about my own relationship failures just made me feel even worse. I looked down at the floor, my cock was still a bit heavy but any real stiffness had gone right out of it. At least I wouldn't humiliate myself in front of this guy, whom I had obviously misread completely. He had just been being friendly.

He talked a little more about his girlfriend as we finished showering. My perving instincts were working overtime, urging me to check out that hot rugby body, but my heart wasn't really in it. I made polite chit-chat until he was cleaned up, and he got out of the shower and started towelling off.

"You nearly done showering mate?" said Jonathan, "I'm going to go and get dressed in a minute and then get home, before it gets past midnight and I seriously incur the wrath! I can always give you a lift back to your hotel."

"Thanks pal, but I'm in no hurry." My muscles were aching, I could do with a few more minutes under the hot water, and besides there was no point in prolonging this whole look-but-don't-touch agony, "I ain't quite finished, and the manager bloke - Jeff, you said his name was? Anyway, the manager bloke said he'd be a while yet, so I have the chance of a good soak. I think that my body needs it."

"OK Mark, that's fair enough. Yeah, Jeff is his name, he's the head fitness coach here and also for our rugby club. Ex-player too, but that was years back. Does quite a lot of 5K and 10K running nowadays. He's a good bloke. Was very nice to meet you mate - hopefully we'll bump into each other again next time you're down this way. See you around!"

"Yeah, take care now Jonathan."

And with that, hefty rugby bloke Jonathan with his hairy chest, hard arse and thick cock walked out of my life and headed back to his happy heterosexual home. Wholly typical of my luck just lately. I listened as Jonathan clattered about getting dressed and packing his kit, and endured an apologetic mobile phone conversation with his girlfriend. And then I heard a door bang shut, which must've been him on his way out. I was aching, and thoroughly fed up. I leant against the shower wall, bracing both hands high up against the tiling, and spat dejectedly into the drainage channel.

"Well, I don't need to ask what the problem is with you."

Needless to say I jumped a mile. Thought I was alone in there. I looked up with a start, and saw Jeff the coach. Stripped naked. Hanging up his towel. He got under the head that Jonathan had been using a few minutes before and turned it back on.

"I saw you perving after Jonno earlier, especially after he stripped his top off. He's a lovely bloke, but like most straights he has no gaydar at all, otherwise I'm sure he'd have warned you off gently. The rugby boys are all good like that - they'd hardly take their orders off me if they weren't."

I'm not completely sure what I was doing at that moment, probably staring at the guy with a very dumb expression on my face, because he creased up and had a good laugh. "Yes, my friend, there was another homosexual in the gym with you tonight, but it weren't poor old Jonno. Not that you noticed me, since you were far too busy drooling over him. I, of course, noticed you..."

 

[rugbyshowers]

Part 4

By this point my mind was unfreezing, and I could have a go at stringing some words together.

"But... why the fuck didn't you..."

"Say anything?" Jeff interjected, "Like, I had the chance to. I really did feel sorry for you sniffing after the lad, but you two were always in the same room so I never got the chance to tell you that you were chasing up a blind alley. Otherwise I might also have found a more subtle way to make a play for you than sneaking into the showers with you as soon as Jonno was safely out of the way."

A few minutes ago I 'd been thwarted, and now all of a sudden there's this new bloke - a fitness instructor, no less - practically throwing himself at me! "Fuck me pal, you're not backward in coming forward, are you?!"

"Fuck you? Now, that sounds like an idea." The most filthy smile spread across Jeff's face, and he took a couple of steps back and away from the wall, spreading his arms in a gesture of openness, "Listen my friend, I'm going to be as direct as I can. I fancy the look of you, I'm feeling horny and I'm up for it. I'm in need of some good honest action tonight, and I think you could do with it as well. You like what you see, then we can get down to business. You don't want it, and we can both get cleaned up and get out of here, and I'll leave you in peace. What do you say?"

The guy was presenting me with a chance to view the goods on offer, and I could hardly avoid seeing them anyway (even if I had wanted to do so, which of course I did not.) We were about the same height, but he was much leaner built - though not a classical long-distance runner type, closer to a footballer. I guessed that, with his rugby background, he'd maybe been unable or unwilling to change his body that radically. The muscle bulk in the chest and upper arms in particular, whilst not nearly as great as Jonathan's, was noticeable. Although there was a lot of grey in his hair, his face didn't look particularly lined and I formed the impression that he was, perhaps, only my age or a little older - no more than mid-forties.

Jeff was well-inked, an elaborate full-sleeve oriental design running right the way up the right arm from cuff to shoulder, and out across the pec. My eyes were soon drawn down his dark body hair - not quite as thick as Jonathan's, more like mine, but very pleasing nonetheless - along the treasure trail to his cock, which was already on the rise! I couldn't tell yet how big that uncut tentpole was going to be, but I was guessing anywhere from seven inches northwards when fully hard, and an impressive set of large, low hanging balls dangled between those thighs. I started to drool just thinking about what that thing might taste like.

"Come here pal," I could feel my heart racing and the blood flowing fast to my dick. My voice had just dropped by about half an octave. My balls were starting to take over from my brain. I was already having visions of what I might soon be getting up to with this stud. "I can hardly make my mind up just by inspecting the goods visually. Need to give em a good feel."

Jeff dropped his arms and walked purposefully towards me, closing the gap between us in a short moment. He pressed his lips to mine, whilst raising his left hand and placing it on my chest, and wrapping the right hand firmly around my penis. My hands both reached round to grab his arse, and I met the pressure of his kiss with insistent and determined counter-force. Our mouths quickly opened and tongues eagerly slid past one another, each man's lips being assaulted by the others' stubble. We were both in real need of a shave, but it felt bloody good. I gave his arse a good hard squeeze, as he ran one hand through my chest and midriff hair, and used the other to start beating me off.

After 30 seconds, or possibly a minute, or two - fuck knows how long it was - we disengaged from the kiss to take a breather. I was clearly going to be enjoying a good time with this bloke, so I thought it only polite to introduce myself. "Mark Bradley. Pleased to meet you."

"Jeff Stone. Likewise."

I moved in for a second kiss, and this time Jeff let his hands off my front and moved them around, running them over my back and my arse, pressing our bodies together. Our dicks were now both erect, and I could feel my hardness brushing against his and pressing against his belly, and vice-versa. My balls were now in total control of my actions, and I was functioning on an instinctual, animal level. Kissing him under the hot, free-flowing shower water felt fantastic, and yet I needed more - much more! I had to mate with this man, to unite with him sexually. I wanted him now. I broke off the kiss, so I could ask for - no, insist upon - what I had to have.
"We so need to fuck, pal. You up for it here?"

"So up for it Mark. I've been wanting to pull one of the customers and have him at work for years. I know lads spill their seed in here when it's quiet and they think nobody's going to see them - the evidence don't always get totally washed away - but I'd bet real money that no-one's ever been fucked in here. Looks like now's the time."

"Bring it on! Let's have a good look, see who's best up to the task..."

I loosened my grip on Jeff, and he guessed what I was after. He stepped back a little again, and we both got to see each others' full length for the first time. I knew I was on a hiding to nothing in any size competition, and was immediately proved right: my average 6 inches clealry didn't measure up to his thick.. what was that, 7, or more like 7.5? Big and hard and ready to take my arse - or so I thought...

"Got condoms and lube in my locker, Mark. If you're ready to fuck me, I'll go and fetch 'em."

"Ummm, yeah, sure..."

"Doesn't sound like you're up for this, friend. If you're a bottom then I can always do the honours, it's just that... well, to be honest I've had this fantasy about being fucked hard up the arse in the communals, here or at the rugby club. I'm kind of in a position of power, used to being an authority figure, giving out the orders, answering the questions. I want you to take charge of this fuck, Mark. I want you to do this thing how you like."

It occurred to me that I'd assumed that, as the man who owned both the territory and the bigger penis, Jeff was going to dictate the terms here - and I could understand why he might be fed up of that, want somebody else to make the decisions for once. Now I began to relax.

"OK pal, get the stuff and I'll fuck that tight arse of yours. My dick's going to fit in you like a hand in a glove. I'm going to own you by the time I'm done."

Jeff stepped out the shower and disappeared around the corner. He was soon back with the condoms and a bottle of Liquid Silk, which he put down on the short bench underneath the towel hooks. I turned off both our showers.

"Pass me that lube, then get yourself up against the wall... That's it, leant against it, place your hands right up high and brace yourself... Now spread those legs a little, I need free access to your arsehole."

Jeff complied silently, save for the sound of his quickening, thready breath. Nervous and excited. His dick was extremely stiff, the foreskin partly retracted over the glans. I squeezed out some of the lube onto my fingers, and made straight for the hole. He flinched momentarily as my fingers first made contact with his body, but after that he relaxed a little and let me explore. My aim had not been perfect - my fingers had delved into the crack at a point just behind the hole, but they soon found home, and I penetrated him with my index finger, causing him to let out a gentle moan.
I worked just inside of his ring for a few moments, spreading the lubrication around it, before withdrawing the finger for a moment - and then sinking both the index and middle fingers into his rectum, straight up to the second knuckle. There was a louder moan, in a deep bass note, from Jeff: "Oh yeah, fuck yeah!" I settled in to finger fucking him for about a minute or so, then I pulled the fingers out, applied more lube and shoved them back in again, this time right up his arse as far as they would go. The moaning grew louder, more insistent. He began asking me to fuck him. He needed me to fuck him. And I needed it too.

I went to the bench, opened up one of the condom foils and rolled the contents onto my dick. I anonited the coral-coloured, ribbed sheath with another generous helping of lube, greasing my length, then I returned to where Jeff was braced up against the wall. Presenting his hot arse for my use. I lined up behind him, positioned my dick carefully against his anus, and then applied a little force with my hips. His ring yielded, my bell end found its way in. Jeff's arse wall was well tight against my glans, and I could feel the pressure and tension despite the barrier provided by the condom and the slick lube. The groan he let out when I had entered him was the loudest yet. He seemed determined to take my cock like a man, but I was confirmed in my suspicion that he was normally a top. This was clearly something different for him, and I wanted to make the experience exceptional. I grasped his hips securely, and then thrust my dick decisively up his arse in one movement, sliding it straight in to the hilt.

"OH FUCK, MAN!!!!" Not a moan but a bellow, the deep noise of a man feeling the fuck and taking it. Not a sissy scream, but the sound of a testosterone-fuelled pig on heat. It was as well we were the last two people on that building, because anyone else in there would've heard that loud and clear. "Fuck you're big. You've fucking nailed me. I can feel you're in right up to the balls."

I ran my hands up his back and over his shoulders, bringing them to rest and tightening my grip, preparing to give him a good pumping. But I stayed still for a few moments, as much to allow me as to permit him to get used to this sensation. I wanted to avoid blowing my load quickly if at all possible.

"Turn the shower back on Jeff. Want to feel that nice hot water coarsing over our bodies as I fuck you."

Holding position for a moment with one hand, he brought the other down to turn the dial back up. A blast of hot water drenched Jeff, the flow down his back soaking my crotch and legs in turn. Then the sex began in earnest, as I eased my dick most of the way out of him before ramming it back in fully. Then again, and again, and again. Teasing his arse with the slow out stroke, then banging him hard with the fast upward thrust.

"You feeling this, coach? Feeling a good hard length of man dick, right where you need it?"

"Oh yeah Mark, I need your dick. My arse is yours. Stretch it out, use it how you like."

"I bet you'd love to do this for the team, wouldn't you coach? Yeah, your reward for winning the game, and theirs too. Rugby player dicks, deep inside you, fuck after fuck after deep dirty fuck."

"Oh yes, all those men inside me, one after another. You know what buttons to press Mark, you know what fucking buttons to press."

Jeff was obviously getting well into this, pushing his arse towards me as far as he could manage, inviting me to penetrate him as deeply as possible with each and every thrust. I picked up the pace now, battering down his remaining defences with hard, fast strokes. My balls were getting tight against my body, I could feel I was close to cumming.

"Oh shit, oh shit," sounded like Jeff was already just about there, "Oh SHITTING HELL!!!! Hell yeah, oh..." I didn't need to look round the side of his body to know that Jeff had just plastered the wall and floor in front of him with semen. I gave him a series of extra-hard thrusts and then plunged it in and held it there, as wave after wave of my own cum shot out into the rubber, grunting deeply with the satisfaction of a job well done. I had mounted a powerful, big-cocked male, and taken ownership of his arse. It felt fantastic.

We both remained almost still for a few moments, gathering our remaining strength and breathing heavily, before I eased my dick out of Jeff's arse. I got back under the head next to him, turned that shower back on and then turned round and leant back against the cold wall, relieved to have the support. Jeff did likewise, and we stood there next to each other, savouring the moment. Our spent dicks were now half-hard, and mine was still sheathed, a used condom with a bag of cum hanging obscenely off the end of the organ. I was the first to break the silence by speaking.

"Thank you Jeff. Thank you so much. I really needed that."

"No, thank you Mark. You did that so well. I've not bottomed for... a very long time, I'd almost forgotten what it felt like. I had a pretty bad experience with the last man who fucked me, I think that's partly to blame for a lot of what's happened since. I'm so sick of playing the tough guy. Sick to death of acting out a role instead of having a proper life."

I could only guess what misfortunes had befallen Jeff in his earlier days, and I wasn't about to ask. I had only just met the guy! Having good sex was one thing, moving on to emotional unburdening and deep meaningful conversations was a different matter. I'd be happy to listen if he wanted to open up a bit more, but I wasn't going to pry. Still, his words demanded some kind of response.

"There's none of us that hasn't put up a front at some point in our lives pal. But you know as well as I do that you can't keep pretending forever. You can't hide behind a mask forever. Got to be true to yourself."

"I came to that conclusion years ago. Just been too much of a damned wimp to face up to it. But I'm going to change all of that. Now's the time..."
Jeff drummed the palms of his hands hard against the wall a few times, then turned round and started cleaning up. He'd done philosophising, and the mood lightened up. He looked at me and that serious face started to crack into a smile.

"And that," he said "was an exceptional screw."

I had a bit of a chuckle, and he shared it. "It most certainly was pal. Look, I'm still wearing the evidence. Better get this damned thing off." I stood up properly again. My dick was getting quite limp now, and it was easy enough to work the condom off and then tie it up. I nipped round the corner into the locker room and dumped it in the waste paper bin.

"Remind me to put some more stuff in that bin before we leave," said Jeff when I got back, "if anyone spots a used rubber amongst the discarded drinks cans in the morning, then there are likely to be some rather awkward questions."

We had a good laugh about that one, and then got on with the business of getting cleaned up, dried off and dressed, each feeling well satisfied with having given the other exactly what he needed. Of course, it takes more than one fuck a night to drain the reserves of a couple of libidinous queers such as me and Jeff, so I was in no hurry to wave goodbye to him when I got back to my hotel. But that's a story for another time...

 

[Barberseville]

Awesome story with some nice plot twists, hot men and great action. Thanks for posting it!

 

[2021697]

Great story man, got me fucking hard!!!!