Date: Fri, 17 Feb 2012 08:21:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Leon Winters <leonwinters17@ymail.com>
Subject: Leon Winters ~ Chapter 1 - Gym Bunny

      Hi everyone! This story is a reimagination of my life with
more sex, more scandal and more delicious men. I'm 23 now so
this is set about six years ago when I was coming out of high
school. All characters have had their names changed or are
fictional completely.
      I hope you like it :] If you have any questions, suggestions
or anything, don't hesitate to e-mail me.
      Leonwinters17@ymail.com

Chapter 1 - Gym Bunny

      I woke up rock hard. Seriously, when I rolled over I felt my
dick, metal like a pole, bend against the bed and force my eyes
open. I was groggy enough to just fall off the sheets and enjoy a
few more minutes of nap time but I knew by the way the window
looked, purple and dark blue, that it was early in the morning and I
had to get up to work out.
      I pulled my underwear down, laying flat on my back and
enjoyed the warmth of the sheets and cool of the air against my
abs. I grabbed at the base of my shaft in a haze, missing a good
scoop the first time then finding it the next. I didn't have time to
jack-off and I didn't have time to take a long shower either so I did
what I had to. I smacked my stomach with the head of my cock
like I was playing the drums and it felt good, but it was only the
ritual. I pulled my hand up just below the head and pressed against
it so that it felt like someone was humping me. This was the only
way to relieve the pressure in my little monster and make it obey
me.
      As soon as it went down I went about my routine,
struggling to get out of bed, brush the teeth, wash the face, keep
my eyes away from the evil lights as long as possible and find my
way to the car. I was so tired once that I actually walked out in my
briefs only to have the cold air hit my bare skin like an icy wallop.
This routine worked for me though, and I worked for it.
      My name is Leon. I've been going to the same gym since I
was in middle school when I moved to this city. I have a rainbow
sticker plastered across my car's bumper and I don't give a fuck
who knows I'm gay. I just give fucks.
      For the longest time I've been waving hi to the same guy at
the counter whenever I get here and today was no different.
Greeting Todd at the front desk and him not giving a shit if I punch
in my code or not. My parents went to school with him in college
and he's been looking out for me ever since. We owe him pretty
much everything since it was him who helped them go through
college after my dad got mom pregnant. Todd watched me like a
regular fucking nun when they had classes, and his future wife
would do the same. I grew up to have them as my god parents and
he and his wife did pretty well for themselves, opening up this gym
and a slew of others.
      "Hey!" Todd said before I went to the lockers. I stopped,
turning with a squint and he could tell I was still half in bed. "Tell
your mom and dad to get over to my place Saturday. Bre just got a
sweet home theatre running. We were going to show-"
      "No!" I replied, knowing this could only mean one thing.
"I'm not going over to watch videos of you guys changing my
diapers or fucking around with my toddler self."
      He chuckled to himself and whipped out his phone. "Suit
yourself dude. Your aunt's gonna be all upset though."
      I sighed a little, weighed the consequences and just gave in.
They never had kids of their own so they reveled in my childhood
and spoiled me just like if I were their's and I loved them like they
were my parents too. I moved on with my bad self, admiring the
gym at its current state with hardly a soul around at this hour and
couldn't wait to start the day.
      In the locker room it was huge. Everything was modern but
practical. Kind of like if an Ikea commercial were an infectious
monster and it just threw up over everything. There were mirrors
all around, allowing for more than just a peak at yourself which
was a perk in this place, something I'll explain soon. There are
over two hundred lockers as well as a private locker area for more
permanent members (again, something to explain soon). Past that
were the showers. Some were private if you wanted it to be, others
were expanded, and if you were really in the mood, there were
baths in a separate room where lots of funny shit happens when I
come with my friends.
      I went into the private locker room. That's when I noticed
him first. An older guy with peppered hair, a wide chest and huge
arms. This guy looked like a badass marine ready to maul a tiger if
he so wanted to. I moved slower than I usually do and felt
awkward about it cause he looked up at me like he knew I was
acting different. After a moment of staring he smiled in a friendly
way and I said hi.
      "hey." He replied. Manly, yeah?
      So I went to my locker. A proud orange in a wall of blue. I
had a propensity to stand out. I changed quickly, knowing what I
wanted- no, needed to do first. I pulled off my shorts and shirt,
already dressed in a tight blue speedo. I hooked my fingers under
the back and pulled the somewhat stretchy fabric over the bottom
of my butt cheeks.
      Snap 1!
      Snap 2!
      The guy looked over but he didn't just glance. He was bent
over grabbing at things in a duffle bag when he found what he was
looking for. He looked at me, his eyes summing me up from the
cut between my pecs to the valleys in my stomach. He lingered a
bit over my package and I grunted a short laugh as I adjusted. He
pulled out his jock and started undoing his pants when he looked
away, almost like he wanted to say something with silence. Too
bad for him he missed the best part: my legs.
      I strutted out of the room, not looking back. I felt him
staring at my bubble butt and knew he wanted it. He was cute in
that muscular Anderson Cooper way but I wasn't going to be
gawked at by some forty year old unless- never mind.
      At the end of the locker room were three doors. One led to
the outdoor area where you could play sports, another went to the
general area where you lift and do cardio or take your classes and
the last one went to the pool. Once out there, you could see a
diving board with the first only about 25 feet off the ground and
the second more than doubling it.
      The reason there were so many lockers in this gym is
'cause it's an Olympic styled practice place for a lot of athletes.
There were plenty of Olympians or wannabes that stopped in on
this place. It was the perfect pool to divine if you wanted to get in
Olympic shape. That Phelps guy coached one of his teams here
once. He was cool, great body and nice people.
      As I climbed up the ladder to get to the first diving board I
glanced over into the glass that separated this room from the
general area. I could see the guy again, choosing his bench and
picking up seventy pound weights and taking a seat so that he
could watch me as I practiced my dives. As I reached the top, I
stared back at the pervert. Cute as he was he was still a peeping
Tom. I adjusted my package one more time, reaching in to pull my
balls up so they didn't fall out. Sometimes I hated that they were so
big. I put my limp cock to the side and gestured at him, shaking my
junk in a 'You want it?' kinda way and he seemed to laugh. I
didn't noticed the old lady next to him until she started shaking her
head and I chuckled myself. He looked over to her and made his
own gesture (a nice one) then looked back to me when she walked
away. He stuck his finger in his mouth, licked the tip and then
gobbled it up which only made me laugh harder.
      With eagerness, I flipped him the bird and approached the
end of the walkway, jumped off into a 720, horizontal flip and
managing a straight shot into the water, the tips of my hands first
as I plunged. When I came up, I could see the guy pumping iron
and still watching me, making an approving but pained face. Did
he know I was only 17?

      The next day, same time, same routine I saw him again. I
caught him with his shirt off this time. His chest was massive, like
someone implanted slabs of concrete under each pec. His body
went down in a V and every muscle looked like they'd been
pumped up just moments before I got there. There were scars
throughout his body too, adding to the marine theory. We said hi
again and nothing else. I changed into regular shorts. The kind that
only go halfway down your legs and show off pretty much
everything. I was ready to do some weights and when he pulled his
pants, he was ready to do some swimming, revealing some square
cut swimming trunks.
      The guy snapped his finger with a faint, "damn." And a
huge smile as we traded places for the day. The old lady was there,
next to the window again and I pulled out some twenty five pound
weights, pumping them as I watched him cannonball into the pool
and get scolded by the lifeguard on duty. I laughed and the old lady
shushed me...in a gym.
      I won't say what I said to her.

      It was like this for the next few days. I saw the guy, didn't
say much, but we admired each other with our eyes. In some
amazing coincidence though, I skipped Friday morning out of
necessity and went during the night. When I walked through the
door of the private locker room at midnight though, he was right
there, pulling up his jock.
      "Aqua boy." He said with this gruff, manly voice.
      "Hey." I replied. Manly, right?
      I didn't know how we managed to be in that room at the
same time even today but there was no way it was a coincidence.
"What a coincidence, right?" He asked and I shook my head.
      "Right." I walked over to my orange panel locker and
started changing, pulling off my shirt and shorts and pulling on my
speedo so that it snapped against my buttocks again. I could feel a
rough but warm hand on the small of my back and I whipped my
body around to see the marine standing there, his face only an inch
from mine. I was already 5'7" and he still towered over me. His
breath ran down my neck, minty and warm all at once. I turned my
face as his hand, massive and rough, ran down the side of my leg
until it switched directions and reached back. He grabbed a whole
cheek of my ass and slowly pulled me into him. Our lips met and I
closed my eyes, opening my mouth and giving his tongue
permission to enter, bathing mine with his saliva. My arms were
raised between our two chests like I was a prisoner but I wasn't. I
was rock hard even before I turned around. His hand on me was
what I craved the day I saw him so I put my arms down and placed
them against the locker, leaning back so I could let him press
against my face even harder.
      I pushed him away, his tongue returning to his mouth last
as I asked him, "How old are you?"
      "...Forty seven." He hesitated. "Why?"
      I grabbed his cock in his jock and went down on my knees,
"Cause I want to tell my friends who I fucked over the weekend."
And pulled his shit down. An amazing dick flopped out like
someone's personal ruler in the shape of a penis. It hit me in the
chin and I laughed before looking the manslit in the eye and
overtaking it with my tongue. He moaned like a man and I grabbed
his balls, feeling the veins around his member throb like
heartbeats. I swirled the underside of his shaft with my tongue and
he stuck his cock into the back of my throat. I wasn't blowing him
though. I was lubing him up.
      The marine seemed to agree as he lost his jock and peeled
away my speedo. He grabbed me be the hips and lifted my legs up
so that he could get a good view of my, "FUCK!" I let out! His
tongue wiped my ass hole back and forth, back and forth, back and
forth, back and forth- then pierced it like a hot dog. "FUCK!" I
said again. He looked up at me with this, 'Watch your mouth' face
on and I chuckled then moaned. I started losing my breath once he
tongue fucked me. I couldn't handle it but it felt so
damn good. All of this was so fast. I wanted him inside me, I
didn't give a fuck who he was. I just wanted him in!
      I lifted my legs, bucking at just the right time so that his
tongue flopped out of my ass and he took the hint as I panted
profusely, legs shaking in the air as I lay back on the bench. He
lifted one leg over the bench and spun my body around so that we sat
long ways. He spit into the palm of his hand. With a slight rub
over the head and the shaft of his cock, he dialed back, pulling the
skin and pressing the tip of his head on my anus. I looked up into
his eyes and I could see his sharp jawline forming a grin as his
cock head pushed in with ease. I was no amateur.
      After a brief moan, a slow injection of his manhood and a
really nice pull out, he began to throttle me.
      "Ahh! Ahh! AHH! Ahh!" I moaned loudly as he pounded
me. His girth was huge! Like nothing I'd felt before. He was so big
in every way. I even felt his huge hand envelop one of my butt
cheeks, and with one arm he twisted my body around, catching me
with his other hand and pulling me up.
      "Your ass is the shape of a bubble." He said close to my ear
when he pulled me in. One of his arms was around my body and
across my chest, tangled in my arm. His other arm was on my hip
and mine was on my cock. "That thing is huge too. Where'd you
get it from?" He whispered to me as he began to fuck me,
bouncing off the bench with my legs on top of his and he let my
anus fall around his cock, electrifying my body like it had never
felt before. This was the absolute fucking of a lifetime and I wasn't
entirely sure that I hadn't cum yet. I yanked my arm loose and
grasped at the back of his neck as he held me. My nails dug into
his skin as my cock was building up to explode.
      "yes! Yes! YES!" I screamed, jacking myself off, bouncing
on and off his huge cock. "YES! YES! YES!" I screamed.
"FUCK!" And finally that eruption mounted itself at the end half
of my shaft, swelled and overwhelmed. I burst into a billion
particles of energy and SQUIRT! SQUIRT! ROPE! SQUIRT!
Rope! Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!" I managed to moan as about
three more shots flew off. The marine was close too, letting
himself rip after seeing me fly. He pushed me face first into the
bench and I fell forward, putting my hand out to protect my face. I
could feel him pull out like some immense fucking log just left my
asshole and he screamed insanity into a dick head orgasm.
Instantly I felt rope after rope of hot sticky cum splash against my
spine and shoulders. My hair got wet too and I smiled, trying to
look at his face but he held me down. I was trembling, he was
trembling, I could feel it.
      I wanted to look back real badly. I wanted to taste his
semen in my mouth. I wanted to feel up against his body but the
door opened and all I could see was a red faced blonde guy
standing there, obviously embarrassed.
      "Leon, the fuck!?" The blonde said.
      I exhaled in relief. This was a bit embarrassing but not as
much as it could have been since I knew the guy. "Hey Caleb." I
looked over at the marine who was going for his jock and I nodded
at him. "Manly right?"
      Caleb walked in, and closed the door behind him. "Just
because you can get ass and dick wherever you want it doesn't
mean the rest of us should suffer for it! Come on man!"
      "What did I do?" I asked, sticking my tongue out,
exhausted but still able to get up and grab my speedo. Caleb put his
hands on his hips.
      "Really, you get everything!" The marine laughed as Caleb
said this which only served to make my friend scold him. "He tell
you he's seventeen?" The marine looked at me with a raised
eyebrow and I just smiled bashfully. "And that his uncle is the guy
who owns the gym!?"
      "The fuck Leon!?" The marine said jokingly as he walked
up to me and planted a kiss full of tongue in my mouth. I gladly
accepted, feeling really hard still and ready for round two but
Caleb wasn't having any of it. The marine gathered his things and
left after another scolding and Caleb just threw my speedo and
towel at my face.
      "Clean up! We have practice still."