Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 11:00:33 -0700
From: Otis McCoy <coyotetale42@gmail.com>
Subject: Gym Gymnos Chapter 1 (filed under gay athletics)

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Guys in this chapter:

Josh, the protagonist:
http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/110523191099

Karim: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/110416772820

James: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/110703407042

Max:
http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/136727806281/captain-john-stuff-marc-corbin-fisher


Louis: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/130174790675


Prologue:

I sighed as I looked at my body in the bathroom mirror. It wasn't *bad* per
se, but it had certainly been better in my life. I contemplated my navel,
both literally and figuratively, as I toweled off the droplets from my
recent shower. It seemed deeper than usual, probably because of the little
paunch I had developed. It wasn't my fault, I reasoned, the cards were just
stacked against me. I'm half-Italian, and that side of the family is known
for having big bones and bigger meals. Plus, I played football in college,
and post-graduation I kind of forgot that you can't eat like at athlete
when you have a desk job organizing non-profits. And then there was Jared...

I met Jared my senior year at university. He and I were both jocks, and I
met him at a party after one of his baseball games. I should have known
he'd be trouble, but I fell for him fast. Jared was tall, lithe, blonde,
and a voracious bottom. I had been a little shy around guys before I met
him, but he really helped me come out and be comfortable with who I am. He
wasn't perfect: he exclusively bottomed despite how much I really wanting
to try getting into it; he didn't like it when I talked to other gay men;
and he got bitter when I would prioritize the gym over him.  Then, six
months after graduating, nine into our relationship, he broke up with me
over voice mail, saying that I bored him and he needed a more dominant top
in his life. I didn't take it well. My relationship with Jared had left me
inexperienced at bottoming, isolated from other gay men, and starting a
slippery slope to physical inactivity. I turned to my family, who
recommended the unfortunate solution to eat my problems away.

So here I was, heading to work, straining to button my shirt over a hairy
gut, panting as I walked down the stairs to my car, and sweating from the
sun coming through the windshield. I felt a little bit guilty as I turned
into the drive through, but it didn't stop me from pulling out my wallet
and ordering that breakfast burrito. As I grabbed my wallet however, a
business card fell out. I couldn't remember pocketing it, but I figured I
must have before. It was black, with a couple Grecian statues flanking the
words. Turning it in the light, the words "Gym Gymnos" glimmered in a
rainbow hue, followed by an address and phone number. I tossed it on the
passenger seat as I reached for my food, ignoring it until, with a pop, one
of my shirt buttons flew off, hitting the McDonald's server in the
forehead. It was time to go to the gym.


**August**

The sliding glass doors opened into a sleek, minimalistic lobby. The center
was dominated by an ancient-looking statue of two men wrestling. The plaque
must've been a joke; there's no way this statue was actually reclaimed from
the Coliseum. I had already signed up online, been interviewed, and I was
ready to take a tour of the facilities. I approached the front desk, where
a muscular Asian man told me to wait for my personal trainer.  I stood
awkwardly off to the side, stealing glances at the extremely muscular men
walking in and out. I felt so out of place, as the only out of shape guy
around, and was getting ready to leave when my trainer approached. He was
tall, dark-skinned, had huge biceps, and was vaguely familiar...

"Karim?" I asked, slightly incredulous. It couldn't be, but the man in
front of me had the same face, the same mischievous eyes as a guy I knew
back in high school. For a brief moment I was excited to see a familiar
face, before I realized that I hadn't been the nicest person to him. Karim
had been scrawny and had a high-pitched voice back when I knew him, and
while I thought I was being hilarious at the time, he probably didn't
appreciate the jokes I made at his expense.

"Joshua, wow! I haven't seen you since graduation. How've you been, man?"
he asked, clasping my hand in a very firm handshake.

"I've been doing alright. Took it pretty easy in college, but I'm enjoying
where I am now. I work with organizing non-profits. You've really grown,
dude!" I replied.

He laughed at that. "So have you, I see." His eyes flicked down to my
belly, and I blushed, embarrassed. "Aw, don't feel bad," he continued,
"That's why you're here to begin with, right? It's just a joke, we're all
friends here." That last phrase sounded familiar, and as he led me into the
gym, I realized it's what I had always told him whenever I would make a
joke at his expense. I cringed internally.

Karim showed me around the gym, as was his job, cheerfully pointing out the
rooms and equipment as we passed. He pointed out one stairway, behind a
locked glass door. "That right there is our `member's only' section," he
explained. "It has some special equipment and private rooms to work out in.
In order to be allowed up there, you need to be inducted by a man who's
already part of the exclusive club."

"I'll probably never make it," I lamented with a chuckle, patting my gut,
but he shook his head.

"Membership isn't based on who's the strongest or who has the biggest
muscles. It's about who personifies the Gym Gymnos spirit."

"And what's that entail?" I asked.

"The Gymnos spirit is about trying your hardest to be the best you can ever
be. It's not about comparing yourself to others or competing on anything
more than a superficial level. It's about baring your soul naked to the
world, showing everyone who you are, and not being afraid to be that
person." I was a little blown away by the passion in his voice, and
surprised a gym had such an inspirational philosophy. It resonated with me,
and I quietly made up my mind that one day, I would be allowed to the upper
floors.

Karim's tour of the building ended in the locker room, where, after using
the restroom, I changed into my gym gear, before heading out with him to
the weight room. He wanted to get a general idea of what I could do at this
point, to get a baseline to improve on. In short, I was not impressed by
myself, though Karim said he'd worked with much worse. I was struggling to
lift my minimum weights from a year ago, and by the end of it I was
sweating like a pig and my muscles were trembling from exertion. I dreaded
adding cardio to my routine.

An hour later, I was back in the lockerroom again, feeling a bit
disheartened despite Karim's promises that this was a good place to start
from. I stripped, blushing slightly at Karim's up-down appraisal of my
naked body. He was so much more muscular than me, so much hotter, and here
he was checking me out. I was so intimidated, I almost said no when he
asked if I wanted to shower first, though I realized that driving home this
sweaty would be a problem. He offered to join me since he was just about to
get off work himself. He stripped off his clothes, revealing a tanned body
bulging with muscles. I tried to surreptitiously check out his chiseled abs
and Adonis V as we strolled to the showers together, but I think he noticed
my eyes on him. When we reached the showers, I reached for the closest
handle to begin washing, but he stopped me, explaining that there was a
more private area to shower that not many people know about.

"One of the perks of having me as a trainer," he said with a wink, "is that
I don't mind spilling some of the secrets of Gym Gymnos." He led me to the
end of the showers, where what seemed to be an alcove turned into a tiled
hallway. Normally, I just would've assumed this led to a janitor's closet
or something, but Karim walked me confidently to the end, where it opened
up into a cluster of showers. "Usually it's just trainers who use this
area, but that's not a rule or anything. Just one of the weird quirks the
architect put it when designing this place. It's nice if you want to take a
long shower without being judged for it, or if you just want to be
someplace with other eyes off you." I appreciated him sharing the space
with me, and we chatted as we showered, catching up on our lives
post-highschool. The more we did, the more I felt bad about bullying him
back in the day, until eventually I brought it up.

"I don't wanna sound weird or anything, but I wasn't the nicest to you back
then. I was a jerk to you just to make my friends laugh. I was probably
mean to a lot of people for a laugh and," I hesitated, "I just want to say
I'm sorry." His smile disappeared, though he didn't seem angry, just
thoughtful.

"Back in high school, I was struggling with a lot of things," he eventually
said, "and I knew I could be a handful. There was a part of me that really
admired you and your group, and wanted to be friends with you. But another
part of me hated that I felt that way, and I did plenty of things that
probably annoyed you to no end."

"Dude, we were all annoying back then—" I started, but he cut me off with a
hand on the shoulder.

"Let me finish, Josh. I went out of my way to annoy you, even when I could
tell you didn't like me. And to be fair to myself, I shouldn't have put up
with some of the shit you did to me. But I kept coming back because I had a
crush on you. I didn't want to admit I was gay for a long time, and that
hurt me back then."

Before he could continue, I blurted out, "I'm gay too." I blinked, and
blushed. I was taken aback at my own boldness. He didn't seem as startled.

"Yeah, I know," he said. "We hooked up with the same guy who told me. I was
kinda bitter at first since if I had just acted a little cooler, maybe you
woulda made a move on me. But I got over it. Working out really helped." My
head was spinning a little. Maybe it was the heat from the showers, or this
gorgeous man saying he thought I was hot, or the unfamiliar rush of
endorphins from working out, but what I said next seemed out of character,
even to me.

"What if I made a move right now?" I asked, mirroring him and putting a
hand on his shoulder. Standing at the same height, my eyes met his, and I
saw a fire there, barely contained. With a sudden ferocity, he pushed me up
back, my glutes softening the blow from hitting the tiles of the concrete.
His lips met mine, and we started kissing in the lockerroom showers, the
warm water misting on us, coating our bodies in a slick spray. He was
totally taking control which, while foreign to me, was extremely enjoyable.
His scruff scratched my face in a surprisingly pleasant way as he lips
locked with mine. His tongue was in my mouth, battling mine for dominance,
and gone all too soon. He licked my neck, bit my chest, teased my nipples
as he worked his way down my body. Soon enough he was on the tile between
my knees, fondling my package with one hand as he licked my happy trail.
Despite usually being ashamed of my excess weight down there, I loved how
he licked it. Before taking me in my mouth, he locked eyes and I gasped
out: "Please."

He took me to the root in one go. This was the first blowjob I had gotten
since breaking up with Jared, and I forgot how amazing they felt. He had
skills, and it was obvious he put his mouth to good use on the regular. I
was slightly amazed he could deepthroat it all that fast, since Jared
usually only went halfway and stopped. I ran by hand through his wet hair
as he bobbed up and down, his calloused hands massaging my balls and my
glutes. He started focusing around the head, swirling his tongue around the
tip as a finger began probing the crack of my ass. Despite my inexperience
at bottoming, he managed to wriggle his index finger all the way inside,
curling it back to hit my prostate. I bucked my hips forward, almost ready
to cum, but he pulled off so I could catch my bearings. He kept on
fingering me as he gently kissed and licked the head of my cock, sampling
the precum before it could get washed away in the shower. Keeping a finger
hooked in my hole, he stood up, his body looming over me despite us being
the same height. "Turn around," he ordered.

Before I could comply, he had spun me around by the shoulders, and was on
his knees again, his cheeks now parting mine and his tongue finding my hole
like a heat seeking missile. I had never been rimmed before, and Karim
certainly knew how to do it. It wasn't long before I was groaning, my legs
weak and my hole putty, ready to be opened up. During all this, I hadn't
had the chance to ogle his dick, but from the glimpses I had seen it seemed
long, thick, and uncut. I sensed him at my shoulder again as he stood up
and started teasing my hole with the head of his cock. "C-condoms?" I
gasped.

"Weren't you paying attention on my tour?" he murmured in my ear. "All
employees here get weekly physicals. Trainers, secretaries, hell, even the
janitors get screened for STDs.  I'm clean." I admired his demigodly biceps
as he reached to one of the soap dispensers on the wall and got a handful
of soap, which he explained was a special formula that can also be used as
lube. I felt him apply some to my hole, and I'm guessing he must have
slathered a hefty amount over his cock, because when he began to push in,
he met no resistance. Karim took it pretty slowly, inch by inch, only
sticking it about halfway in before he stopped and started pulling out
again. Surprisingly, it felt pretty good. He started thrusting in and out,
maybe going half an inch deeper on every third stroke. One of his muscular
arms was wrapped around my chest, the other around my belly. As he fucked
harder, his muscles started flexing, pulling my body tighter into his. I
glanced back at his face and saw his eyes were scrunched shut in
concentration as he pounded into me, his thrusts keeping me hard despite
having my arms pinned to my sides.

I wish I could say it was a long fuck, but it was probably only five or
seven minutes until he started clenching up. For the first time, I felt
another man's cock twitch as it bred me, and my own leaked a long strand of
precum in sympathy. When he was done, I was afraid he would pull out and
leave, but he dropped to his knees in front of me, taking my cock in his
mouth once more. I shot instantly, pumping out spurt after spurt of cum
down his throat, collapsing against the wall to stay upright.

After finishing, Karim went on as if nothing had happened, acting like the
pleasant trainer who had greeted me. He walked me out to the parking lot,
but as I turned to get into my car, grabbed my ass and told me that he
hoped I would keep up with the work out. I knew I would. There was a pretty
nice incentive.


**September**


The workouts were tough at first. It felt like freshman hell week all over
again, except this one lasted a month. Running was the worst, and my glutes
were on fire whenever I tried to keep pace with Karim on the treadmills. My
body was going through some grueling punishment, and I wasn't really
noticing any gains. Obviously, I wanted to lose some of the extra pudge
first, but it was starting to get a bit disheartening. Karim was an
excellent trainer, meeting with me three times a week to adapt my fitness
schedule. Whenever he noticed me feeling down at the lack of progress, he
was sure to beckon me to the hidden showers in the back of the locker room
and give me a good time. He was an active man, always preferring to suck
and fuck me instead of the inverse, but I didn't mind. Just the fact that
such a sexy man was willing to fuck me was enough to make me glow inside.

One day work kept me later than usual, and I barely managed to make it to
the gym with enough time to fit in my workout. I was proud of myself
though, since the old me probably would have just given up and gone home.
The day before, Karim had told me how proud he was of progress that
apparently only he could see, and then to prove it he fucked me against the
shower wall again, so I was feeling pretty dedicated to the cause. Since I
had gone so hard the day before, today I had a lighter workout planned,
focusing on endurance running and flexibility. My muscles were complaining
as I started, but by the time I was done I felt surprisingly great. I had
forgotten that exhausted accomplished feeling that came after a nice
workout, similar to the one you get after a nice long fuck.

My musings were enough for my dick to start to plump up a little bit, and I
almost felt embarrassed before I realized I was the only one around. I knew
it wouldn't be that way for long, since I had seen a few other guys on the
gym floor after I left, but I figured I'd enjoy the privacy while I had the
chance.  I gave it a few experimental strokes, enjoying the feeling of
being nude in such a public place. It reminded me of the good times I had
in the college locker room, joking around with my buds, pushing and
slapping one another, dressed only in towels or jockstraps usually. I was
pretty far in the closet at that point, and had trained myself not to make
any more downward glances than was usual, a fact I regretted now. I only
had the vaguest ideas of what my teammate's junk looked like, but thinking
about it now, my imagination was running wild. I breathed deep, taking in
the smell of fresh sweat, stale sweat, chlorine and dampness that permeated
the room. It was a bad smell that smelled good, reminded me of the beefy
men I knew. I realized I was fully hard when I felt a little speck of
precum on my hand.

"Well well well, what have we here?" came a voice from the end of the
aisle. I was nervous another gymgoer had caught me, and my eyes darted up,
landing on a janitor nonchalantly leaning on his mop. "Looks like there's a
pervert in the locker room, masturbating in a public space. For shame," he
said, as he approached me. Closer, I saw a name-tag on his breast pocket:
James. "And if it isn't Karim's little bitch too." My blood ran cold.
Somehow this man knew what I had been doing in the hidden showers. He
walked up to me, leering, though I still hadn't said a word. "What do you
think the boss would say if he knew about your sexual... proclivities? You'd
be kicked out in a heartbeat." At this point, he was standing right in
front of me, his mop deserted at the end of the aisle. I could smell his
body spray and the mint gum he was chewing. It wasn't an uncommon smell,
but there was something about it that was having an effect on my body.

Hoping he wouldn't notice that I was staying hard despite not touching my
dick, I stuttered, "Please don't tell anyone." He laughed.

"Sure, I won't tell anyone," relief washed over my body, until he
continued, "provided you do a little something for me." I saw him flex his
arm, and I followed it down to his hand, which was lewdly grasping his
bulging crotch. When he withdrew his hand, I could see the outline of a
huge piece of meat straining his jumpsuit. It wasn't quite as long as
Karim's, but it was definitely thicker. He snapped his fingers, my eyes
darting back up to meet his, and then he pointed downwards. I knew what was
expected of me. Dropping to my knees, I began mouthing James' cock through
the blue fabric, tasting dried sweat and a slight chemical taste. Maybe
bleach, maybe cum.

"Better hurry up there, princess," he growled, running a hand through my
hair. "Who knows how long it is until another man walks in?" He grabbed my
hair and pulled my face away, angling me so I was looking straight up into
his. He slapped my face, not hard enough to sting, but enough to surprise,
and when I gasped in shock, he spit into my open mouth. I swallowed by
reflex, and my cock pulsed. He gripped the hair on the back of my scalp as
he unzipped his jumpsuit down to the crotch, and I made an interesting
discovery: James didn't wear underwear. This made my job easier, and I
tried leaning forward to get a taste, but he held me back. Part of me was
genuinely excited to suck this rugged man's cock, another part just wanted
to get this over with. However, he wanted to do things at his own pace, so
he leveraged my face forward until it was pressed up into his pubes.
Despite missing the target, my cock was at full mast as I breathed in his
scent. He was dirtier than Karim ever was, since most of our sex took place
in a shower, and part of me wondered at the irony that a man who cleans
things all day has such a dirty body.

He pushed my head into his balls and I lapped at them, tasting the old
sweat and new. Losing my inhibition, I really started pigging out on his
hairy sac, sniffing them as my tongue buried itself in his taint. My eyes
traveled from his dangling balls, to his cock, which arced above my face in
all its turgid glory. They traveled up his body, which was slightly pudgy,
about the same as mine actually, to his bearded, sneering face. I saw
something in his eyes, a dominance brought about by being treated like shit
by other gym patrons, a satisfaction that he could now take out his sexual
frustrations one someone who symbolized the men he cleaned up after. He
pulled my face back, slapping my cheeks and lips with his thick piece of
meat. I won't lie, it stung more than his hand did, and I opened my mouth
to try and catch it. He took advantage of this to spit down my throat
again, though this time half missed and hit my chin. Without skipping a
beat, he pushed it past my lips with the head of his cock, making me
swallow it once more, alongside his penis.

I could barely stretch my mouth around its beercan thickness, and I was so
focused on trying to accommodate it I barely registered its delicious
taste. I hadn't sucked a dick in a very long time, since Karim was always
more intent on sucking mine as a reward for good work, but that didn't seem
to matter to James. He took matters into his own hands, using my face as
nothing more than a hole to fuck, thrusting the first few inches in and
out. All I could do was cover my teeth with my lips so I didn't scrape him,
and go along with the show. He started pushing in deeper and deeper, an
inch or so at a time, and I marveled that I was able to take it so easily.
When he hit my tonsils, I gagged, and he backed off. Guess he didn't want
to clean my vomit off the floor. He seemed satisfied with only shoving half
his cock in and out of my face, holding me by the ears to do so. My jaw was
aching, and I was drooling on the ground from the rough treatment, but I
was hard the entire time. I grasped my cock and found that I had been
leaking precum all the way down the shaft. The stimulation was so sudden, I
had to let it go like it was a live wire to stop from cumming right then
and there. This didn't go unnoticed, and James snickered. "If you're liking
this so much," he said, "maybe I should take a piece of that ass too."

I moaned around his cock, my hole twitching with anticipation. Eventually
he pushed me off him, making me fall back onto my butt. I looked up at him,
sprawled on the cold tile of the locker room floor as he stood over me. I
didn't care about him telling the management about me and Karim, I didn't
care that another man might walk in and see me being degraded, all I cared
about was getting him inside me. He sat down on the bench and patted his
thigh. Obviously he presumed I was already loose enough to take him, in
which case he was right, or he just didn't care. I turned around, balancing
one hand against the lockers as I started squatting down on him. My thighs
burned, and I cursed Karim for giving me such a tough leg workout, but my
opinion on him changed as soon as James' cockhead penetrated my sphincter.
Suddenly I was very thankful of Karim for fucking me so long and hard the
day before, because if he hadn't, James would've ripped me open.

With only my spit as lube, I sank down an inch at a time on his fireplug
shaft. It was stretching me wider than ever before, and I was loving the
sensation. Now, James seemed content enough to make me do all the work, and
I rode him up and down, taking only about a third of his cock at a time.
Growing impatient, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled, forcing
another third into me. I let out a high-pitched whine as my body was
breached to new depths. James grabbed my remaining belly fat and gave it a
shake, and I suddenly realized that I had actually lost quite a few pounds
since joining. Funny how these epiphanies hit you in the oddest situations.

The thought only lasted a moment, however, as my body was overcome with
both the pleasure from getting stretched like this, and the exhaustion from
holding myself up. My legs were trembling, and I started to push myself up
to adjust positions, but James grabbed my cock. My legs suddenly went weak,
and I collapsed onto his lap, his cock fully impaling itself into my ass. I
tried to bolt up, but he held me down until my hole fully loosened around
his rod. Then he started lifting my hips up and dropping me, letting
gravity do the work. My cock was pointing skyward and precum was running in
little rivulets down my testicles, splashing on the floor beneath us. A
part of me was satisfied that he'd have to clean that up. James was
enjoying himself, moaning and calling me a bitch as I fucked myself on his
cock, flexing my calves to get an inch or two off his cock, and falling
back down.

When he grabbed my cock again, I knew I wouldn't last long. He started
pumping it faster and faster, and before I knew it I was shooting all over.
Most of it shot a few feet onto the lockers in front of me, with the rest
dribbling onto his hand. In the post-orgasm haze, I had no interest in
licking my own cum from his fingers, but he shoved them in their anyway. He
was still hard and fucking me as I started going flaccid, and with my mind
suddenly clear of the hormones, I began worrying about other people
catching us. What had been a sexy exhibitionist urge suddenly became a
nagging fear, and I knew I had to get James off as fast as possible. I
started clenching my hole, like I had done while cumming, and reached back
to feel up his hairy chest and nipples. He appreciated it, but it wasn't
enough to push him over the edge. I groaned, "Fuck me James, fuck my slutty
ass."

James growled, pushing us both off the bench, so I was kneeling on the
floor. He started piledriving his cock into my hole, and I reached back to
finger it as he did so. While I had lost the urge to fuck after cumming,
his constant pounding had kept me semi-hard, and if we had the time he
probably could've fucked me to a second orgasm. But his animalistic
thrusting was getting him close, and I knew I just had to do something
special to finish him. Spotting something, I had an idea.

I leaned forward and started licking my dripping cum off the metal lockers.
Seeing this, James let out a howl as he filled my ass with his load. He
gripped my cheeks so hard I knew he was going to leave bruises, and the
knowledge that I was being filled with this janitor's seed got me fully
hard again. He withdrew with a sudden pop, and walked away, leaving me
sweating on the floor. I could've stayed there panting for an hour, but
couldn't risk someone walking in and seeing me there like a twobit whore.
I got dressed as he started nonchalantly mopping, tucking my boner into my
jeans and wiping the sweat and cum off my face with my workout tank. James
didn't even look at me as I left the lockerroom, and I stumbled over
something as I glanced back at him. Right in front of the door was a
"Cleaning in progress: Please do not enter" sign. That bastard.


**November**

Autumn is historically the season that I gain a bunch of weight. It starts
in October, peaks during the holidays of November and December, but I
always managed to burn it off come Spring. However, with Karim's guidance
on dieting and exercising, I was still managing to burn off weight instead
of packing it on. I was finally noticing a difference in my body too. My
belly had receded to a satisfactory flatness and my arms were almost to the
point they usually were during the football off season. Surprisingly, my
glutes and quads were better than ever, and I figured Karim had something
to do with that. He was still fucking me fairly regularly, and we had even
chilled outside of the gym. He invited me on a night out with friends, and
we got drunk at a club that featured live sex shows. Karim pointed out a
dancer he had fucked, and I admired the hot little piece of meat, though my
eyes were more focused on the tall black man he was sucking off onstage.
That night, I crashed at Karim's place, where he fed me four loads: two in
my stomach and two in my ass. I tentatively asked him if I could try
topping, but he wasn't open to the idea. I didn't mind so much though, he
always gave me a good time. Speaking of getting fucked, James the janitor
hadn't done so since that night in the locker room. When I noticed him
around, he would make eye contact and smirk at me, unless I was walking
with Karim, in which case he would hurriedly look away. I wondered if they
had some kind of beef, but Karim never seemed to notice him.

One afternoon, I had a weird feeling as I was working out. I felt like
someone was watching me, but perfunctory glances around the gym floor
didn't catch anyone staring. It wasn't until I finished my sets for the day
and was walking out that I noticed a man on the shoulder press ogling me,
slightly confused, slightly impressed. I couldn't help but smile that I was
getting noticed like this, but tried hiding it my wiping my towel across my
face. I thought about the guy more in the locker room as I got changed. He
was cute, on the short side but built sturdy, a few years younger than me,
so probably either a sophomore or junior in college. I was still thinking
about him as I headed out of the showers before almost literally running
into him. He was heading to his own locker, and seemed both shocked and
pleased to see me standing there in nothing but a towel. I gave a half grin
as he stopped. "Like what you see?" I asked.

He seemed flustered. "Ah, um, hehe sorry for staring at you in the
lockerroom," he started. "It's just that you looked familiar to me."

"Oh really? Figured out who I am yet?"

"Yeah I think so," he said with a little more confidence. "Were you on the
football team on the university around here?"

I grinned, that warm feeling of being recognized spreading through my guts
faster than Karim's cum. "Yeah I did dude! Do you go there now?"

"Yeah, my name is Max, I'm a second year. I'm on the wrestling team, but
I've got a lot of friends on the football team. I remember seeing you play
last year."

"Oh yeah? Who do you know?" I inquired, launching a nostalgic conversation
about some of the guys on the team. We continued chatting as we both
changed. Our lockers weren't close by, so we stopped at mine first, where I
unashamedly stripped naked in front of him. I was a little disappointed
that Max didn't glance down, but what I should have noticed there is how
locked his eyes were on mine while I changed. Most guys don't make a big
deal out of another man changing in front of them, unless of course they're
a prude or secretly gay. As a jock who hid his sexuality in the locker room
for years, I really should've recognized it faster. We strolled to his
locker as we talked, and he also stripped in front of me, though he kept
his underwear on. I checked him out as he grabbed his clothes to change
into, admiring his solid body but truly loving the blue jockstrap he was
squeezed into.

We kept on talking as we left the gym. "I can't believe I'm talking to
Joshua Winters," Max kept on saying. "You're like a celebrity to me. You're
practically," he started before realizing where that sentence was going to
go, "my hero," he half choked out, unable to stop himself in time. He
blushed, glancing up at me to see how I would react. I just smiled wider. I
was digging the admiration this kid was giving me. It was seriously
boosting my confidence. As we reached his car, a large pickup truck that
seemed almost comical next to his short body, he stuttered out a goodbye.
"It was nice meeting you," he began. "Still can't believe it really. You
look a lot different than you did last year."
"Yeah," I rolled my eyes. "I gained a lot of weight. Just starting to burn
it off."

"Really? I think it looks hot on you," he blurted out. "I-I mean that it
looks good on you bro. Reminds me of the guys I wrestle with. Well, the
heavyweights at least. Not that you're a—" I cut him off with my lips. I
had to bend over a little bit to kiss him, and doing so made me stumble
forward a little bit, pushing him into the door of his car. After a few
seconds I broke the kiss, a bit surprised at my boldness. He was panting
hard, his eyes dilated, his shorts tenting out toward me.

"I bet you didn't think that would happen either," I breathed. Locking
eyes, Max grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in to a deeper kiss.
His tongue shot into my mouth, battling it for dominance, though I didn't
let him have it. I could tell this kid was a wrestler by the way he was
feeling me up, his surprisingly large hands groping my body all over, his
tongue fighting mine to be in control, his tight body pulling itself closer
to mine to maximize skin contact. I broke the kiss to start gnawing at his
neck, lightly nibbling my way down to his collarbone. His gasps were more
audible now, and it turned me on knowing how much this man enjoyed my
ministrations. He had parked his car towards the back of the lot, on the
side facing the forest, so there was no one around. Besides, the November
dusk was covering us, transforming us into two silhouettes pressed up
against one another in the dark.

Apparently, Max wanted to see my face as he kissed me, because he opened up
the car's door so it would shed its pale orange light over us. I pushed him
up against the side again, lifting his tight t-shirt over his head to begin
kissing down his body. He moaned and shut his eyes, his arms doing that
little squirming thing that guys do when they're turned on. When I reached
his waistband, I paused. Was I really going to blow a guy I just met in the
gym parking lot?

The answer, as you can probably guess, was yes. As if by their own accord,
my fingers gripped his shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. He let
out a shiver as I revealed his paler skin, which was soon covered in little
bumps. Determined to warm him up, I slid my lips over the head of his rock
hard cock. Bobbing my head down on him, I was impressed and slightly proud
of how hard he was. I was doing my best to give him the best possible time,
though I regretted Karim never letting me blow him; I wanted more
experience at sucking dick. He ran his hands through my hair, gently
stroking it, much different from how James had roughly pulled it. He bucked
his hips on occasion, whenever I licked the underside of his cockhead, and
I couldn't help smile around his cock at the effect I had. Max was leaking
precum like no man I had ever been with, and the taste was intoxicating me,
driving me to new levels in my attempts to please him and earn more of the
sweet and salty nectar.

With a loud yell, he pushed me off him, and my eyes widened, afraid I had
hurt him. He stood there, his fists and eyes clenched, his muscles tensed
as he breathed deep for a few seconds. His cock twitched like he was
cumming, but only a few drips of milkier cum landed on the asphalt. "Sorry
about that," he said bashfully, "I had to stop myself from cumming. Barely
made it right there."
"It's not a problem," I responded. "Ready to continue?" He nodded, but
instead of returning to his cock, I flipped him around and tentatively ran
my tongue down his crack. I hadn't eaten ass in a long time, and his tasted
like a sweaty cocktail of testosterone. He moaned in appreciation as I dove
in, running my tongue from taint to tail bone before settling on his hole.
He was bent over, leaning inside his truck for support, one leg up on the
step to give me better access. I licked around the edge, teasing his hole
with my tongue as I reached around and started stroking his cock. He
slapped my hand away pretty quickly, and I knew my rimming was keeping him
right on the edge.

After a good five minutes of that, I stood up, planning on jerking us both
off to completion in the parking lot. However, my eye caught something a
little more interesting in his door storage: a bottle of lube and a box of
condoms. I pushed his upper back so he was bent over double onto the
driver's seat and grabbed the lube. Drizzling some down his crack, I
started massaging it deeper into him with my thumb. My finger slipped in
pretty easily, so I knew this wasn't Max's first time. Of course, I
thought, as I dropped my pants and rolled on a condom, the fact he had lube
in his car was also a pretty good indication he had been fucked before.

This was my first ass ever since breaking up with Jared, and I took it
slow, for both of our sakes. My head popped in pretty easily, and his
constant moans became much higher pitched. Making such a muscular, short
stud moan like a bitch in heat was turning me on to such an extent that I
was forced to take it slow lest I cum too fast. And despite my earlier
assumptions that Max had taken cock before, his anal tightness told me it
wasn't nearly as frequently as I did. I bottomed out slowly, his slightly
hairy crack tickling the shaved base of my cock. I leaned over on him,
enveloping his smaller body with my much larger one. My arms bordered his,
my hands covered his, and my lips rested against his neck. I breathed
slowly, huskily, enjoying the feeling of connection between us. Using the
rubber did nothing to limit the pleasure I felt, and if anything was
helping me hold out longer. His moans had become deeper again, and his hole
would give the occasional twitch against my meat.

After giving us both a second to adjust, I slowly pulled all the way out
again, until just my head was inside him, before pushing back in. Starting
the thrusts slow but steady, I held on to his shoulder to balance and pace
myself as he kept on groaning beneath me. Max was loud, and it was good we
were doing this in a deserted and darkening parking lot rather than the
echoing locker room.

My pace started quickening. Max's body wrapped me like a glove, and he
started timing his anal contractions to when I was on the outward-stroke,
as if his ass was desperate to hold onto my cock. My thighs were slapping
his firm ass, causing little ripples to emanate forth. I squeezed and
massaged his back with my large hands, their size seeming out of proportion
on the wrestler's body. Max was starting to buck his hips into mine,
desperate to have me fill him up even further. For the next five or ten
minutes, we kept on fucking in the crisp November dusk, the body heat from
our exertion fighting off the chill in the air.

I caught a voice raised in the distance. Through the passenger side window
I could see a group of men exiting the gym, laughing and shoving eachother.
There were not many cars left in the parking lot, and their trajectory
would take them within ear shot of Max's sultry moans. Deciding to finish
this, my hands left Max's back, one migrating to his mouth, covering it
firmly to stifle his moans, the other gripping his solid cock. He was
leaking enough precum for my already lubed hand to glide right along it,
and in a short moment he was cumming, his jizz splattering the ground. I
was nice enough to angle it downwards, away from his truck.

The contractions of his ass were enough to send me over the edge, and I
began filling up the condom in his ass. In the throes of my orgasm, my eyes
were ripped away from Max's sweating form and landed on the young men who
were almost within ear shot. I bit my lip through the haze as my body shook
with pleasure. Pulling out with a sudden plop, I grabbed my pants and
hastily pulled them back on. Max, finally noticing the men, fumbled with
his shorts, and by the time they had passed us, we were both acceptable, if
slightly disheveled. I tied up the used condom and Max nabbed it, offering
to dispose of it. "Dirty boy," I cajoled, winking. He blushed, but before
he could retort I gave him another deep kiss.

**February**

The wind was bleak and cutting outside, picking up newspapers and viciously
slamming them against the windows of the indoor pool, where I was
comfortably swimming. I was finally at the point where I was comfortable
enough with my body to be able to go shirtless in public again, and I
celebrated this by converting half my cardio workouts to aquatic ones. I
had lost the belly, and while I didn't have a sixpack, it was obvious I had
a strong core. While my ass had actually dipped inside from the loss of
weight, I was working it back up with squats and indoor biking, as well as
a lot of swimming.

As I did laps of freestyle, I kept glancing at the lifeguard on duty. At
Gym Gymnos, the lifeguards had such an easy time, since the vast majority
of gym members were physically competent and knew how to swim, and this
lifeguard would spend plenty of time staring dreamily out the window or,
unless my imagination was playing tricks on me, staring at me.

Of course, this could very well have been wishful thinking. You see, I was
on a bit of a dry phase. After that encounter in the parking lot with Max,
we actually stayed in contact over Facebook quite a bit. We got to chatting
and meeting up a few more times to fuck, though never as publicly as the
first. Max was vers, with a slight preference towards bottoming, and I
finally experienced my first flip fuck. It was an amazing feeling to pull
your cock out of a guy and have him shove his into you, and I found myself
starting to develop feelings for the wrestler. While it should have been
obvious the feelings were mutual, we spent all of December hanging out but
never acting on them. We went to the movies, got dinner, fucked, but never
called it dating. It wasn't until he went home for winter break that I
realized how much I missed him.

Max returned for New Year's, and invited me to a party where we had some
mutual friends. That night, I kissed him at midnight, and after a long and
drunken talk, we decided to start dating. All through January we dated,
genuinely enjoying eachother's company. However, he was getting so busy
with school and wrestling practices, and my work schedule made it hard to
stay up late and accommodate him. We both realized that dating wasn't quite
right for the two of us, but vowed to still remain friends. And friends we
remained, though ever since "breaking up" during the first week of
February, we hadn't had sex once, because of Max's busy schedule.

Of course, since I was dating Max I wasn't having sex with Karim. He didn't
mind, though he did bemoan how relationships always steal his friends with
benefits from him. Now when I could fuck him again, Karim was on vacation,
and I was left high and dry. Speaking metaphorically here, since I was
currently doing laps in the pool while lamenting my lack of a sex life.

I caught the lifeguard's eye again when I paused after a set. He was a cute
kid. Hell, even if he wasn't checking me out it still pays to be friendly.
I dove down again, swimming halfway across the pool in one breath,
surfacing right underneath his chair.

"Hey there," I broke the ice. "My name's Josh. I was wondering if you could
grab a kickboard for me from the rack? I'm finally used to the pool temp."
He gave a friendly nodded and hopped off his perch. I watched his backside
sway as he walked away. His red board shorts were tight on him, and my cock
started to grow hard in my jammers. When he returned, he tossed the board
into the pool, and I used the chance to start a conversation. It was just a
little small talk, but the lifeguard seemed eager to speak. He must've been
either bored or just a natural motor mouth, because he was spilling out his
life story with very little prompting from me.

His name was Louis, and he was a senior at the local high school. He had
just turned eighteen a month ago, and had taken the job here because of the
good pay for relatively little work. When I commented that he seemed to be
one of the youngest employees, he mentioned that his neighbor was part of
the exclusive men's club and had managed to get him set up with a position.
His chattering was endearing, but I was finding it hard to break the
conversation and go back to swimming. I wanted so bad to just shove my cock
into his mouth to shut him up, but couldn't imagine that would result in
anything but my expulsion from the gym. Eventually he realized what he was
doing and let me get back to swimming my laps. I was relieved to sink
underneath the water again. It's cool temperature helped tame the raging
hardon I had in my jammers.

I was in a bit of a rush to leave the gym since I had been delayed by Louis
and wanted to catch the season finale of *Come West*, a gay-focused cowboy
show starring some really hot guys. When I got home, I barely caught it at
the title sequence, and settled down to watch my favorite characters
finally sort out the sordid love triangle between Buck, the surly lone
rider, Curly, the cute and naive greenback, and Joe, the damned best
wrangler in the whole danged Midwest. At the first commercial break, I
decided to order some Thai food, and reached for my wallet to grab a
giftcard I had. But my hands found nothing, and despite my frantic
searching, it became clear that I had lost my wallet. Since I recalled
using it to get into the gym, I knew I must have left it there. If I
hurried, I could probably get there only five minutes after closing, and I
was totally prepared to suck off James if that meant he would leave the
door open for me. By the time I arrived, a large group of trainers were
leaving. With a quick explanation, I breezed past them, heading to the
locker room. It must have fallen out of my pocket while I was changing and
I didn't notice.

When I got there, I could hear the showers in use. I should've been a bit
puzzled, since any trainer who was sticking behind probably would've been
using the secluded ones, but I was too focused on finding my wallet to
care. Approaching the locker I had been using, I was met with
disappointment. It was too late to ask someone about a lost and found, so I
thought I was shit out of luck. That is, until the shower turned off.

Whistling a bit to himself, Louis strolled out of the showers, completely
naked. He stopped when he saw me, simultaneously blushing and grinning when
our eyes met, his hand swaying to cover his crotch before falling
nonchalantly back to his side. "Hey Josh," he started, "I didn't expect to
see you here. The gym is closed to most members right now you see..." Before
he finished, I started explaining.

"I lost my wallet here. You wouldn't happen to know where a lost and found
is, do you?"

"Yeah there's one on the pool deck actually. Most of the stuff that gets
lost in the locker room ends up there. Come on, I'll take you there." I
followed Louis' swaying ass as he led me to the pool deck. It wasn't the
hugest ass I had ever seen, but each globe would fit in one of my palms so
perfectly. I just wanted to give him a squeeze.

"Not worried about being seen naked?" I asked casually.

"Nope! It's just the way I was brought up. I live with my dad and two older
brothers, and it was always pretty normal to just walk around in the buff.
I hope you don't mind?"

"Not at all, Louis. I'm appreciating the view," I replied with a chuckle.
He looked over his shoulder at me when I said that, a shit-eating grin on
his face. He slapped his ass cheek, making his baby fat jiggle for a solid
five seconds.

"I thought I noticed you appreciating the view earlier in the pool."

"Hey, I was careful not to get caught checking you out!" I retorted.

"Maybe," Louis replied, "but there are some things you can't hide." His
eyes flickered for a second to my dick, which was semi-hard in my jeans.
"Especially when it's so big."
I laughed at that. "If you think this is big, you should see Karim's."

"Oh I have," he responded. "But I wish I could see it up closer. But he
doesn't fuck his coworkers..." This conversation had very quickly gone from
coy flirting to explicit sex-talk, not that I minded in the least. I was
nearly full hard in my pants, my cock starting to bulge vulgarly against my
empty pocket, though since he was leading me I couldn't see if he was
reacting the same way to our conversation. He took me around the pool to
one of the equipment rooms, pulling the doors open and reaching for a
dangling light switch inside. The room smelled of old chlorine and was
littered with discarded speedos and damaged kick boards. "Normally we just
toss broken or lost things in here," Louis said, "but if it's something
important like a wallet, we have a box for it."

He bent over to retrieve said box, lacking all subtly in showing off his
glutes to me. This time, I didn't hesitate as I reached out and palmed
them, both of my big hands completely cupping his supple cheeks. He stayed
down there, rummaging, as I spread his cheeks open, admiring the light
brown hole that peeked among a few wiry hairs. I lightly tapped it with my
left index finger before regaining control of myself. I let his ass cheeks
clap back together as I withdrew, and he stood up, retrieving a wallet from
the bin. He opened it up, revealing my ID.

"You're my eldest brother's age," he commented. "I would always support him
at water polo games when he was in high school. Didn't realize it at the
time, but there was a reason I couldn't help but stare at those men as they
got out of the pool. Love how the water looked dripping off their skin.
Kinda the reason I went into swimming actually." He handed me my wallet
back, which I quickly pocketed. He followed it with his eyes, which came to
rest on the large hardon in my pants. "That, and the obvious bulges in the
guy's speedos." Louis' hand came to rest on my own package. Our eyes
snapped together, the future becoming clear.

His hand still on my junk, he pushed me back to the pool deck. I swear he
would've knocked me into the water if I didn't grab the ladder first. His
hands were all over me, grabbing my t-shirt and tossing it aside
(fortunately it landed on the tile), notching his fingers in my waistband
and pulling them down to my ankles in one go. My cock sprung out, slapping
him in the face, and he immediately took a hold of it. Louis was acting
like he hadn't had cock in ages as he swiftly took the head in his mouth.
His lips slobbered over my knob. One of his hands gripped my quad as the
other started jerking the shaft, spreading more of his saliva further down,
so he could start taking it deeper. He lacked the skill that Max had, but
made up for it with an almost reckless enthusiasm. It wasn't long before he
was diving down as deep as he could on my cock, gagging and choking, before
withdrawing, spluttering and coughing, with tears leaking from his eyes.
When I asked him if he was alright and tried to lift him up to make out a
little, he stayed resolutely at my feet, giving my cock another go.

I admired how eagerly he deep throated me. It was obvious he was enjoying
the challenge of taking my cock, and I felt more hung than ever seeing him
patiently struggle with taking it all. I had actually noticed that I had
gained almost a half inch in length after losing weight, since some of the
pelvic padding had melted away. His own hand was furiously jerking his
cock, and I noticed him stopping a few times, probably from being so close
to the edge. His spit dripped from my rod, mixing with the precum he was
leaving on the pool deck. Usually guys I had been with were a little less
sloppy with the dick sucking, but I was still enjoying having him drool
over my cock.

The purpose of the excess saliva became apparent when he stood up again,
gave me a quick, wet peck on the lips, before turning around, grabbing my
shaft and trying to lower it to his hole. Since I was taller than him by a
few inches, this was a pointless endeavor, but I worked with him, grabbing
him around the waist and hoisting him into the air. He gave a breathy
squeak as I positioned my cock right underneath his boy hole, before slowly
lowering him down. I was impressed that i was able to do this, and realized
just how far I had come at the gym. When my head popped inside him, he gave
a whimper, and i let him adjust to the intrusion. Louis braced his feet
against the ladder to help support some of his weight, which was good
because if he hadn't I probably would've just dropped him onto my dick.
When his breathing returned to normal, I began lowering his small frame
further onto me. Each inch stretched him out further, and the tight grasp
of his anus wrapped around my cock felt amazing. His hole was already
quivering and shaking, and I felt spurts of wetness on the forearm wrapped
around my waist.

"Keep going," he whispered. "That's mostly precum anyway. It always happens
when I get fucked, I'm good for another one." I switched arms supporting
him and held up the messy arm to his face, making him lick off his first
load. As he was distracted eating his own cum, I allowed him to sink fully
down onto my prick. He moaned around my forearm. I started lifting him up
an inch and dropping him, earning more appreciative whines. His body was so
warm against mine, his hole so hot wrapped around my dick, that I was
already building up a sheen of sweat over my body. It was dripping down my
chest, rubbing onto his ass crack. My hands were getting slippery with
sweat as well, and I readjusted Louis so he didn't fall. He was clenching
his hole as I lifted him up and down, trying desperately to keep as much
inside him as he could. He was rock hard, and he started moaning as he
tried to buck his hips.

The sudden motion on his part took me by surprise. Flailing a little bit, I
lost my balance and, with me still lodged fully inside him, toppled
backwards into the pool. When we hit the water, I sank deeper and faster,
and my cock slipped out of his hole. Still, I kept a hold of Louis in a
tight bear hug, dragging him down with me until pushing off the pool's
floor to the surface. We emerged, laughing, and he swam toward the ladder
to get out.

"Wait," I stopped him. "Let's do it here." He paddled to the wall and
braced himself against in, elbows casually splayed out on the tile. I swam
up behind him, covering his skinny arms with my larger ones, finding his
hole with the head of my cock, and pushing back inside. He opened up even
easier this time, even though most of the saliva had been washed away. HIs
hole had been properly stretched by my cock and accepted it with no
struggle. As we fucked underwater, I hugged his body in my arms. My strokes
were slow but firm, and I nibbled his ear as he moaned his appreciation. He
bent his neck around to kiss me, and the overwhelming tightness of his ass
became too much.  I started spasming, gripping his body tight against mine
as I started shooting deep in his hole.

"Better not let any spill out," I growled in his ear, "since it would be
you cleaning the pool."

"I don't plan on it," he quipped. He pulled off my cock, and I sent a
curious finger down there to discover that he was indeed clenching it
tight. He hauled himself out of the pool and I followed suit, letting the
water drip down my body in just the way he likes. Laughing, he pushed my
back in, and I fell with a splash. Shaking the water out of my eyes, I
asked him what that was for, and he pointed at his cock, still rock hard.
He stood on the edge of the pool, and I pulled myself halfway up to take it
in my mouth. He lasted all of sixteen seconds before shooting a rather
smaller load into my stomach.

As we left the pool deck together, we kept up our light hearted banter. "Do
you watch *Come West*?" I asked him.

"Of course! What self-respecting gay man doesn't?" he replied.

"Well I was going to be watching it live tonight, but got a bit distracted.
If you want to join me at my place to catch up on it though...?"

"I'd love to! And maybe after I could take another ride on that cock?"

"I plan on it."