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I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I live in a small town, that’s true, but never would I have imagined that dr. White was a member of the same gym I regularly went to. He must have just joined, I thought as a reason for not having met him before, or perhaps he had recently changed his visiting hours. Whatever the reason, he had just entered the locker room, having apparently finished his session.
Perspiration coated his body, his skin glowing on the shoulders, arms and upper legs. His blond hair was wet and matted in most places, and his face was glistening at the sides and just above his upper lip. The shirt and tight shorts he was wearing showed dark patches as evidence of his workout.
His smile told me he had recognized me. “Bob! How are you doing?” he cheered and stepped over to squeeze me in a manly hug.
He had caught me as I was changing into my gym outfit, so all I had on were a T-shirt and my underpants. I didn’t mind him being sweaty, and returned his embrace as I answered: “Dave … what a nice surprise! It’s good to see you.”
Neither of us seemed in a hurry to part, so I lingered in his arms for a bit; my mind wandered back to the last time we had embraced, in his practice, a few months earlier. We were naked then, having had oral sex and climaxed rubbing our penises on each other’s. It had been my first and only time with another man, and I had never stopped thinking about it but had never find the guts to do it again. I wondered if he was thinking back to that too.
Needless to say, my thoughts, our embracing in skimpy clothes and his manly scent, all combined to arouse me and to cause something to stir between my legs. I had to put my hands on Dave’s shoulders and push him back, looking him up and down in an appreciative way: “You look in a very good shape, the gym is definitely doing wonders, I see.”
“Thank you,” he said, “and yes, working out is helping me a lot; also at releasing some pressure.”
I couldn’t help hearing a hint in his words that maybe wasn’t there.
“What about you?” he went on, his eyes running down my figure and back up.
“Oh, just trying to stay fit and avoid having to see doctors, I guess,” I joked, “even though last time I saw one, it wasn’t that bad.”
“Yes, not bad at all,” Dave remarked, his eyes locked on mine.
We started bringing each other up to date on the latest events in our lives; meanwhile, Dave took off his shirt and used it to dry his chest and shoulders; then he sat to remove his shoes and eventually his shorts. I began wearing my workout gear too and, while retrieving the sneakers from my bag, I noticed that he didn’t have his own close by; on entering, he had come to meet me, but his things were in a different area of the room.
As he undressed, I was toying with the idea of seeing him naked, but when he was down to just his underpants Dave gathered his discarded clothing and left, excusing himself. I had noticed his bulge, though, and felt quite excited by the sight and by the present circumstances. After much thinking about it, I was again close to another man in a very intimate situation: the more I thought about it, the faster the swelling was in my own shorts.
I remained sitting on my bench, engrossed in sexy thoughts for some time, when Dave came back: he was now wearing his bathrobe, clearly headed for the showers, and I somehow knew he was naked underneath.
“Are you still here?” he asked mockingly, as he got closer.
“Yes,” I said. “Cannot will myself to start working out.” I gave a look around to make sure we were alone, and reached a hand to his leg just below the rim of the bathrobe. He didn’t move but a soft sigh escaped his lips. I raised my head to look into his face and he smiled down on me. It was all the encouragement I needed, so I pushed my hand up to his inner thigh: on its way up, it met Dave’s dick and took hold of it.
Hidden to the eye, his cock was not hard yet, but had started to grow; I could feel its warmth and softness, the foreskin covering the head, and the balls hanging down. It didn’t need any motion on my part, the feel was all it took to make it hard. Dave just stood and let me touch him.
After few minutes of holding and stroking his balls sac and his cock, its hardness now visible in the bathrobe, I was no longer thinking of my workout; all I wanted was to play with this toy I hadn’t had for the last months.
“I’ve missed you,” I said, both to Dave and to his erection.
“I missed you too,” he answered as his cock twitched under my ministrations, “but I need to shower now. Care to join me?”
That was too good an opportunity to let it slip by. “Would love to!” I replied and, while letting go of his dick, I ran my fingers down the shaft and around the balls, rubbing the wet area between the sac and the thigh. As Dave turned and started towards the showers, before taking off my useless gym apparel, I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled: my lips curved into a smile as I realised that I could have had sex with Dave even if he hadn’t washed …
Taking off my clothes, I grabbed my towel and hurried to the showers. I could hear water running from one stall and saw Dave’s bathrobe hanging close by, so I went there.
He was under the jet of water, his hair plastered to his forehead till he swept it back off his eyes and saw me, naked in front of him and enjoying the show. Our penises were hardening quickly, and extending at full mast. I entered the stream of water and we embraced, our bodies touching and squeezing our cocks, heads on each other’s shoulder and cocks squeezed. The feeling was amazing and the realization of being in such a close act with another man made my heart beat faster.
After enjoying our hold for a few moments, I started placing kisses on his shoulder, on his neck, and up to his jaw, until our lips met. I wasn’t used to the stubble around the lips, since none of the girls I had kissed was as hairy as a man but one, maybe; however, Dave’s lips were so soft and tender that my discomfort at the roughness of his skin was soon forgotten. Our lips opened and our tongues started tasting each other, twirling playfully in and out of the mouths. As Dave’s hands dropped to my ass cheeks, further pressing our erections together, mine were roaming his back; we were both moaning and trying not to choke under the waterfall enveloping us.
Kissing another man was definitely pleasing, but I longed for some cock. Breaking the kiss and the embrace, I got on my knees and found myself level with Dave’s penis. It was beautiful: drenched with water, the vein-streaked foreskin was still covering most of the head, where only the slit was visible. The shaft was slightly bobbing up and down, water running along it and down to the perfectly shaved balls, that made an exquisite contrast to the hairy crotch in the back.
Fascinated, with my eyes glued to it, I took hold of the gorgeous member and uncovered the head pulling the foreskin down; then, I pushed it up, watching the skin move back over the mushroom. The cock felt hard, but pliable at the same time and I kept stroking it for a while, until lust got the better of me: I unsheathed the head for one last time, leaned towards it, parted my lips and took Dave’s dick into my mouth.
As strange as it may seems, I was disappointed; due to my decades-long wanking history and the recent experience with Dave, I knew how a cock should taste and smell; now, however, the shower was watering the flavour down to nothing and also washing away any precum I could have sucked. I made a mental note for the future, and found comfort in the fact that at least I had a cock in my mouth.
Oblivious to my thoughts, Dave had started swinging his hips back and forth, slowly fucking my mouth: I could hear his loud moans punctuated now and then by a few “Oh, Bob” and “Yeah, babe.”
My disappointment soon forgotten, I set myself to give him pleasure and getting excited in the process. I put my hands on his butt cheeks, and pulled him closer and deeper into my mouth. Alternately pulling and letting him back, I drove the rhythm of the blowjob, at the same time increasing his sensations with the swirling of my tongue and a great deal of dense saliva to help him slide inside me.
Suddenly, as moans turned to gasps, Dave warned me of his impending orgasm. “I’m about to cum, Bob!”
Curiosity and excitement dictated that I let him cum into my mouth. On the other hand, his warning meant that he was willing to give me a choice. As I was getting ready for his shot, I recalled the several times I had cummed on my own face and mouth, tasting the awful tang of my sperm and I chickened out. I quickly grabbed Dave’s shaft and rested it against my chest as the first warm streak of cum burst out of it. I looked up to see my lover raise his head and grunt in pleasure, and kept wanking his cock as it kept unloading on me. Turned on by his orgasm, still curious about the taste, I let go of his cock only to wrap my lips around its head and get a sample of it, which I hated to admit was really agreeable.
Dave’s hand under my chin pulled me up; I stood and Dave’s lips pecked mine as he said “Why don’t you wash my back now?”.
“Turn over, then,” I replied, and he complied.
I put soap on his shoulders and rubbed them, moving fast down his body to his round and firm butt. I cupped both his cheeks and squeezed them in a cursory wash while my fingers grazed the little hole in between, prompting a delighted whimper from Dave; he started to push back against my hands inducing me to give my attention to his rosebud: I parted his cheeks open with one hand, while pretending to clean his anus by running circles on it with the fingers of the other one.
Dave’s moaning showed his appreciation for my job, and he returned the favour by reaching back for my cock. It jolted at his touch and sent a tingle up my spine. Dave wrapped his fingers around my boner and gave it a slow wank. On his ass, my fingers had begun probing for its tightness and one of them was sliding inside and pushing against the sphincter.
“Push, baby … please!” Dave urged in a coarse, panting tone. My forefinger slipped suddenly past his anal ring, and I started to finger-fuck him gently. We went on for a bit, he stroking my cock, I fingering his ass, until he asked me to take him for real.
As he bent slightly, hands leaning against the tile wall, I moved behind him, resting my cock in the crack between his ass cheeks. I rubbed the already sensitive underside of my cock a little on him, then pulled myself back so that the tip of the erection could slide down along the crack and stop at his hole. There was no way I could enter him only by pushing forward, so I grabbed my hard-on, aimed it at his entrance and applied pressure.
“Oh, Dave!” I sighed as I slid inside him; some lather still hidden down there and the looseness caused by my finger made the penetration easier than I expected and very pleasant for both of us. Dave kept moaning as he forced his inner ring open to let me in, and I felt the pressure and the squeezing of his canal around my dick. As I went fully inside him, he parted his legs a bit wider so that I could push a little deeper. Soon, I had my hands on his hips and was rocking back and forth, fucking his ass.
Finding a steady rhythm, I spent some time watching my shaft inside Dave’s tight hole, then leaned forward and kissed his back. Some hair on his skin reminded me that I was having sex with another guy, and it felt terrific. The excitement spurred me to increase the tempo and the swing of the fucking, when all of a sudden the head of my cock popped out of Dave’s ass. Wasting no time, I took the cock with my hand and shoved it back into him, making him moan even louder.
Resuming the fucking and the kissing, I wrapped my arms around his torso, and pulled him back to me. My chest was against his back, and my lips went to his neck, as my breathing started to quicken. We both realized I was close to cumming.
“Cum, Bob,” Dave almost yelled, “fill me with your juice!” and his words did the trick.
“Ye .. ah.. !!” I managed to stutter as a sudden heat shot up my spine. My cock swelled and started releasing spurt after spurt of cum inside Dave’s ass. I didn’t stop fucking him, though, but accompanied each spurt with a push forward. Every time I pulled back, some sperm would trickle out of his hole making a mess of my crotch and dripping down his balls.
When it was over, I took my deflating cock out of Dave’s ass and he turned to face me. He leaned against the wall and pulled me in his arms. My breathing was slowly getting back to normal, and we kissed softly.
I showered quickly and got out of the stall before he did, retrieving my towel on the way back. As I left the room, I heard his voice following me out and saying: “We ought to have more of these workout sessions!”
I couldn’t believe my ears.
I live in a small town, that’s true, but never would I have imagined that dr. White was a member of the same gym I regularly went to. He must have just joined, I thought as a reason for not having met him before, or perhaps he had recently changed his visiting hours. Whatever the reason, he had just entered the locker room, having apparently finished his session.
Perspiration coated his body, his skin glowing on the shoulders, arms and upper legs. His blond hair was wet and matted in most places, and his face was glistening at the sides and just above his upper lip. The shirt and tight shorts he was wearing showed dark patches as evidence of his workout.
His smile told me he had recognized me. “Bob! How are you doing?” he cheered and stepped over to squeeze me in a manly hug.
He had caught me as I was changing into my gym outfit, so all I had on were a T-shirt and my underpants. I didn’t mind him being sweaty, and returned his embrace as I answered: “Dave … what a nice surprise! It’s good to see you.”
Neither of us seemed in a hurry to part, so I lingered in his arms for a bit; my mind wandered back to the last time we had embraced, in his practice, a few months earlier. We were naked then, having had oral sex and climaxed rubbing our penises on each other’s. It had been my first and only time with another man, and I had never stopped thinking about it but had never find the guts to do it again. I wondered if he was thinking back to that too.
Needless to say, my thoughts, our embracing in skimpy clothes and his manly scent, all combined to arouse me and to cause something to stir between my legs. I had to put my hands on Dave’s shoulders and push him back, looking him up and down in an appreciative way: “You look in a very good shape, the gym is definitely doing wonders, I see.”
“Thank you,” he said, “and yes, working out is helping me a lot; also at releasing some pressure.”
I couldn’t help hearing a hint in his words that maybe wasn’t there.
“What about you?” he went on, his eyes running down my figure and back up.
“Oh, just trying to stay fit and avoid having to see doctors, I guess,” I joked, “even though last time I saw one, it wasn’t that bad.”
“Yes, not bad at all,” Dave remarked, his eyes locked on mine.
We started bringing each other up to date on the latest events in our lives; meanwhile, Dave took off his shirt and used it to dry his chest and shoulders; then he sat to remove his shoes and eventually his shorts. I began wearing my workout gear too and, while retrieving the sneakers from my bag, I noticed that he didn’t have his own close by; on entering, he had come to meet me, but his things were in a different area of the room.
As he undressed, I was toying with the idea of seeing him naked, but when he was down to just his underpants Dave gathered his discarded clothing and left, excusing himself. I had noticed his bulge, though, and felt quite excited by the sight and by the present circumstances. After much thinking about it, I was again close to another man in a very intimate situation: the more I thought about it, the faster the swelling was in my own shorts.
I remained sitting on my bench, engrossed in sexy thoughts for some time, when Dave came back: he was now wearing his bathrobe, clearly headed for the showers, and I somehow knew he was naked underneath.
“Are you still here?” he asked mockingly, as he got closer.
“Yes,” I said. “Cannot will myself to start working out.” I gave a look around to make sure we were alone, and reached a hand to his leg just below the rim of the bathrobe. He didn’t move but a soft sigh escaped his lips. I raised my head to look into his face and he smiled down on me. It was all the encouragement I needed, so I pushed my hand up to his inner thigh: on its way up, it met Dave’s dick and took hold of it.
Hidden to the eye, his cock was not hard yet, but had started to grow; I could feel its warmth and softness, the foreskin covering the head, and the balls hanging down. It didn’t need any motion on my part, the feel was all it took to make it hard. Dave just stood and let me touch him.
After few minutes of holding and stroking his balls sac and his cock, its hardness now visible in the bathrobe, I was no longer thinking of my workout; all I wanted was to play with this toy I hadn’t had for the last months.
“I’ve missed you,” I said, both to Dave and to his erection.
“I missed you too,” he answered as his cock twitched under my ministrations, “but I need to shower now. Care to join me?”
That was too good an opportunity to let it slip by. “Would love to!” I replied and, while letting go of his dick, I ran my fingers down the shaft and around the balls, rubbing the wet area between the sac and the thigh. As Dave turned and started towards the showers, before taking off my useless gym apparel, I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled: my lips curved into a smile as I realised that I could have had sex with Dave even if he hadn’t washed …
Taking off my clothes, I grabbed my towel and hurried to the showers. I could hear water running from one stall and saw Dave’s bathrobe hanging close by, so I went there.
He was under the jet of water, his hair plastered to his forehead till he swept it back off his eyes and saw me, naked in front of him and enjoying the show. Our penises were hardening quickly, and extending at full mast. I entered the stream of water and we embraced, our bodies touching and squeezing our cocks, heads on each other’s shoulder and cocks squeezed. The feeling was amazing and the realization of being in such a close act with another man made my heart beat faster.
After enjoying our hold for a few moments, I started placing kisses on his shoulder, on his neck, and up to his jaw, until our lips met. I wasn’t used to the stubble around the lips, since none of the girls I had kissed was as hairy as a man but one, maybe; however, Dave’s lips were so soft and tender that my discomfort at the roughness of his skin was soon forgotten. Our lips opened and our tongues started tasting each other, twirling playfully in and out of the mouths. As Dave’s hands dropped to my ass cheeks, further pressing our erections together, mine were roaming his back; we were both moaning and trying not to choke under the waterfall enveloping us.
Kissing another man was definitely pleasing, but I longed for some cock. Breaking the kiss and the embrace, I got on my knees and found myself level with Dave’s penis. It was beautiful: drenched with water, the vein-streaked foreskin was still covering most of the head, where only the slit was visible. The shaft was slightly bobbing up and down, water running along it and down to the perfectly shaved balls, that made an exquisite contrast to the hairy crotch in the back.
Fascinated, with my eyes glued to it, I took hold of the gorgeous member and uncovered the head pulling the foreskin down; then, I pushed it up, watching the skin move back over the mushroom. The cock felt hard, but pliable at the same time and I kept stroking it for a while, until lust got the better of me: I unsheathed the head for one last time, leaned towards it, parted my lips and took Dave’s dick into my mouth.
As strange as it may seems, I was disappointed; due to my decades-long wanking history and the recent experience with Dave, I knew how a cock should taste and smell; now, however, the shower was watering the flavour down to nothing and also washing away any precum I could have sucked. I made a mental note for the future, and found comfort in the fact that at least I had a cock in my mouth.
Oblivious to my thoughts, Dave had started swinging his hips back and forth, slowly fucking my mouth: I could hear his loud moans punctuated now and then by a few “Oh, Bob” and “Yeah, babe.”
My disappointment soon forgotten, I set myself to give him pleasure and getting excited in the process. I put my hands on his butt cheeks, and pulled him closer and deeper into my mouth. Alternately pulling and letting him back, I drove the rhythm of the blowjob, at the same time increasing his sensations with the swirling of my tongue and a great deal of dense saliva to help him slide inside me.
Suddenly, as moans turned to gasps, Dave warned me of his impending orgasm. “I’m about to cum, Bob!”
Curiosity and excitement dictated that I let him cum into my mouth. On the other hand, his warning meant that he was willing to give me a choice. As I was getting ready for his shot, I recalled the several times I had cummed on my own face and mouth, tasting the awful tang of my sperm and I chickened out. I quickly grabbed Dave’s shaft and rested it against my chest as the first warm streak of cum burst out of it. I looked up to see my lover raise his head and grunt in pleasure, and kept wanking his cock as it kept unloading on me. Turned on by his orgasm, still curious about the taste, I let go of his cock only to wrap my lips around its head and get a sample of it, which I hated to admit was really agreeable.
Dave’s hand under my chin pulled me up; I stood and Dave’s lips pecked mine as he said “Why don’t you wash my back now?”.
“Turn over, then,” I replied, and he complied.
I put soap on his shoulders and rubbed them, moving fast down his body to his round and firm butt. I cupped both his cheeks and squeezed them in a cursory wash while my fingers grazed the little hole in between, prompting a delighted whimper from Dave; he started to push back against my hands inducing me to give my attention to his rosebud: I parted his cheeks open with one hand, while pretending to clean his anus by running circles on it with the fingers of the other one.
Dave’s moaning showed his appreciation for my job, and he returned the favour by reaching back for my cock. It jolted at his touch and sent a tingle up my spine. Dave wrapped his fingers around my boner and gave it a slow wank. On his ass, my fingers had begun probing for its tightness and one of them was sliding inside and pushing against the sphincter.
“Push, baby … please!” Dave urged in a coarse, panting tone. My forefinger slipped suddenly past his anal ring, and I started to finger-fuck him gently. We went on for a bit, he stroking my cock, I fingering his ass, until he asked me to take him for real.
As he bent slightly, hands leaning against the tile wall, I moved behind him, resting my cock in the crack between his ass cheeks. I rubbed the already sensitive underside of my cock a little on him, then pulled myself back so that the tip of the erection could slide down along the crack and stop at his hole. There was no way I could enter him only by pushing forward, so I grabbed my hard-on, aimed it at his entrance and applied pressure.
“Oh, Dave!” I sighed as I slid inside him; some lather still hidden down there and the looseness caused by my finger made the penetration easier than I expected and very pleasant for both of us. Dave kept moaning as he forced his inner ring open to let me in, and I felt the pressure and the squeezing of his canal around my dick. As I went fully inside him, he parted his legs a bit wider so that I could push a little deeper. Soon, I had my hands on his hips and was rocking back and forth, fucking his ass.
Finding a steady rhythm, I spent some time watching my shaft inside Dave’s tight hole, then leaned forward and kissed his back. Some hair on his skin reminded me that I was having sex with another guy, and it felt terrific. The excitement spurred me to increase the tempo and the swing of the fucking, when all of a sudden the head of my cock popped out of Dave’s ass. Wasting no time, I took the cock with my hand and shoved it back into him, making him moan even louder.
Resuming the fucking and the kissing, I wrapped my arms around his torso, and pulled him back to me. My chest was against his back, and my lips went to his neck, as my breathing started to quicken. We both realized I was close to cumming.
“Cum, Bob,” Dave almost yelled, “fill me with your juice!” and his words did the trick.
“Ye .. ah.. !!” I managed to stutter as a sudden heat shot up my spine. My cock swelled and started releasing spurt after spurt of cum inside Dave’s ass. I didn’t stop fucking him, though, but accompanied each spurt with a push forward. Every time I pulled back, some sperm would trickle out of his hole making a mess of my crotch and dripping down his balls.
When it was over, I took my deflating cock out of Dave’s ass and he turned to face me. He leaned against the wall and pulled me in his arms. My breathing was slowly getting back to normal, and we kissed softly.
I showered quickly and got out of the stall before he did, retrieving my towel on the way back. As I left the room, I heard his voice following me out and saying: “We ought to have more of these workout sessions!”
I couldn’t believe my ears.
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