Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2007 19:49:57 EDT From: Jack543216@aol.com Subject: Member of the Gym If it's illegal to read this where you are, STOP NOW. If stories of rough sex between adults offends you, STOP NOW. You've been warned. Copyright on this story is held by the author in accordance with all relevant law. Requests for reprints or linkage must be submitted to the author for approval. Part I -- Meeting Danny I had floor duty yesterday, mostly making sure the jerks who used the gym where I worked didn't do anything to hurt themselves. It meant watching the hopeless and the clueless, giving encouragement where there weren't none possible, and making sure the showoffs didn't go past what they could do. I didn't mind it, I liked the walking around. I'm a big guy, I know they look at me. Men, women, everyone. I like it. No point goin' into what I look like, let's just say I'm taller `n most, and built like a brick shithouse. I'm 35, got a thick black hair on my head, and a chest covered with long, straight black hair. None of that curly shit. Not nowhere, know what I mean? I like that our uniform is a black T-shirt and black sweatshorts. I wear a shirt that's probably too small but I like how it fits and shows me off, nipples n all. And the sweats are kinda baggy, so unless Henry gets hard, you can't tell I'm commando in `em. Henry gets hard a lot, but so fuckin' what. Sometimes I wonder when management is gonna put up a fuss, but I been around longer than most managers -- the fuckers get fired real quick. I figure they're scared of me, and I don't mind that. The latest manager is kinda good looking, good build, nice ass, but I ain't interested. Henry isn't interested. So I see this kid getting' shown around by the head of membership. Real skinny, light brown hair, work clothes hanging on him. I knew the type, first job outta college, first apartment, figured he'd put on some muscle. Yeah, right. He hadda be 18 cause they don't sell memberships to younger, but he looked about 15. Maybe not just outta college, but outta high school. Just moved to New York. Probably got a real hole in the wall apartment, hot water if he's lucky, paying through the nose. Or sharing with 3 other guys. Probably had some sex with guys, maybe even fucked a girl. I wouldn't'a paid much attention, but Henry gave a throb, so I watched from a distance. The kid was pretending he knew what was goin' on around him, listening to the sales guy, nodding his head. I knew the pitch that he was gettin', 10% real, 90% bullshit. Bill just wanted his commission, and would say any stuff he wanted to hook a mark. I didn't give a fuck about that, I was lookin' to see what got Henry's attention. Maybe it was the kid's light blue eyes, maybe it was those big feet, maybe the way he slumped a little in the shoulders. Didn't really matter. Bill brought the kid to his office in the corner of the floor. It has glass walls, so I watched the kid sign the papers, and when I saw Bill point to the locker room, I knew he had thrown in a "start immediately" clause. It didn't mean anything, the kid could have started right away anyway, but Bill made out like it was a favor he was doin'. And newbies always fell for it. I waited. I knew the kid would be coming out soon in gym gear, and I knew what he'd be wearing. Big baggy shorts, oversized T-shirt, expensive sneakers. Sometimes I make a bet with myself, good for a laugh, but I always win. Just like this time. The kid's shorts were red and the T-shirt white, which made him look even younger. He went to the treadmills, I just watched. He pushed some buttons, got it started, started running. Didn't look too gawky, but I knew he'd wear himself out at the speed he was goin'. I watched and waited. Sure `nuff, a few minutes later he was breathing hard but didn't know how to stop the machine. I walked over slowly. Stood near the treadmill but out of his line of sight. I put one hand up against his lower back, pushed the stop button with the other. He jerked around to see what was happening, but before he could say nothin' I just said "Whoa . . . whoa" and the tread slowed down, then stopped. He still looked confused, but looked grateful too. "Come with me," I said in a low voice, and he followed. I recognized the look in his eyes when he looked me over, head to toe, top to bottom. I had him pegged right, but I knew that already. I led him over to a small alcove in a corner of the gym floor that no one used. Don't even know if anyone else knew it was there. I knew. "I'll help you out," I said as I looked him up and down. "You got some good basic material, least you're not fat." He blushed a little but I made like I didn't notice. "Stand up straight," I said, and I put my hand on his chest. He straightened up a little, and I put my other hand on his butt. He was surprised like I knew he would be and that made him stand even straighter. My middle finger pressed slowly but firmly, and found his rosebud. Maybe he had a jock on, maybe he was naked under the shorts. Didn't matter, I found the target and pushed. He gasped but stayed between my hands. Bingo. I let go, and stood back. I held out my hand, the one that had just pushed his button. "I'm Hank," I said softly. "Dan," he replied, looking me in the eye, shaking my hand. He had a deeper voice than I expected, and I caught a glimpse of the man he might become. Now, he was trying to be a big man, I liked that. Means they've got spunk. And think they're a match for me. Yeah, right. "Nice to meet you Danny," I said. He blushed again but didn't say anything. The gym is nothing special, just one of a chain in the city. It's not a gay gym, it gets all kinds, and lots of women. I don't bother with the women much, even if they look at me as much as the guys do. This one is near Times Square which means that there's lots of chorus boys who show up every afternoon `cept Wednesday. Or the ones not working show up Wednesday too. They don't hide it when they look at me, but mostly they don't interest me. I don't like guys who squeals "Ride me daddy!" when my cock is up their holes. I'm the one who has the fun, I don't give a fuck what they feel. That shit's too faggy for me. There was that one time when I was fuckin' this chorus boy in the steamroom, and a bunch of his friends were around us, jerkin' their cocks. They were all hootin' and hollerin' so I just came. Didn't take my dick out though, I waited until they all shot their loads all over the guy. By then my cock was a little softer, and I let go again. Hot piss, up the guy's hole. Well, he wasn't expectin' that, and then he hollered. But I was holding on tight and he took it. I finished, pulled out, left. Didn't even look back to see if his friends were gonna come after me. They didn't. Wouldn't have mattered if they did. "Follow me," I said, leaving the alcove. I didn't look back to see if he was there, I knew he would be. I went to the staff locker room and stood by the open door. He stopped, looked at me confused. "In here," I said. The staff locker room was empty, it usually is `cept at shift change. I closed the door, but didn't lock it. He looked at me but didn't ask anything. "You got potential Danny," I said. "I can help you out." He looked shy again, but was real happy for the attention. These newbies always are. I sat down on the bench. "Stand there, put your arms out, turn around slow, let me see what we're workin' with." He did like I said. "No, no, no," I growled. He looked confused and scared. "Hell, with that shit on I can't see nothing. Take it off." He frowned. I used my `patient' voice. "If I can't see where we're startin', I got no idea how to help ya." He blushed again. I was likin' it when he did that. He slowly pulled the big T-shirt over his head. I saw his flat stomach, flat chest, cute nipples. When his head came back out he looked kinda defiant, like "go ahead, make fun of me!" I just nodded, and jerked my head to his shorts. He hesitated. I made like to lunge forward to jerk them down -- he was startled, then laughed when he realized I was foolin' around. He still hesitated though, and I just watched. The baggy shorts were ridin' kinda low, and he looked like he had a nice full bush. That meant he had a man's cock. I like men's cocks on boy's bodies. I sat on the bench with my legs spread, my hands on my thighs. Coulda meant nothing, coulda been a come on. He pulled his shorts down slowly, bending over, stepped outta them. He was naked underneath, like I figured. Still had his socks `n' sneakers on though. Stood there with his arms at his sides. I stood up. Put my hands on his shoulders, down his arms, on his chest. I turned him around, put my hands on his back, his sides, his hips. I turned him around again, expecting his dick would be a little hard now. `Course I was right. Henry was getting' busy too. Danny coulda seen it if he looked down but he was staring me right in the eyes. I stepped back. "OK Danny, that's the starting point. Now look where you can get." I peeled off my T-shirt. His eyes bugged out. Yeah, I get that a lot. Much as you can see when I got a tight t on, it's nothing to what I look like naked. The muscles, the hair, my nipples, my attitude. I put my hands on the waist of my sweats and started pulling down. Slow. That way it takes a real long time before the head of my cock comes out. I'm big all over, like I said. I let the sweats fall and stepped out of `em. There we were, face to face, naked except for sock `n' sneaks. He was blushing all over, I was getting hard. "Turn around again, face the mirror," I said softly. He started to protest, but he did it. Just like I knew he would. I moved up to him real close. I knew he could feel my chest hair on his back. My cock rose up and pushed between his legs. I put my mouth to his ear. "I could do you dry, rip you right open," I said very very softly. Maybe he didn't know what I said, or just couldn't believe it. I put my hands on his hips. "Yeah, you want it like that, don't ya." I reached around and held his hard dick, jerked it a little. "Don't move," I said. He was shaking. I stepped back, looked around, picked something off the floor. I went back to him, he hadn't moved. I knew he wouldn't. I pressed up to his back, grabbed him to me with one hand. When he opened his mouth in surprise I stuffed my dirty jock in it. I wear a jock when I work out, sweat in it, then leave it on the floor when I change for work. Half the time it's gone when I come back. If it wasn't there this time I would'a found something else. But I liked that it was my sweaty jock he was trying to shout around. My cock was back between his legs and I moved it back and forth. Up against his hairy balls, back, then rubbing his balls again. Holding tight I moved us back quickly. I was holding his hips tight, so to keep himself from falling he put his hands against the mirror. Just like I figured, just how I liked my boys. I pulled my hips back, and pushed my cock against his hole. Nothing happened, of course, like I knew it wouldn't. Hell, even the widest, sloppiest whore can't take me like that. I just liked to scare my boys, make `em think they're gonna get ripped apart dry. He was shaking, just like I figured. By then I had a mouth fulla spit, and I drooled it on my cock. I made sure to get some on the head. I rubbed the spit on his hole with my cock. "Now!" I said, and speared him. Yeah, it was tight, I really had to work my cock into him. That's how I like it. Even I gotta work for something I really want. I was holding him back so he couldn't move his hands from the mirror. I like seein' the face of the guy I'm shovin' my cock into, and I like it when I see his cock is hard and bouncing up and down as I shove into him. Danny did not let me down. In fact, his cock was drooling. I kept shoving, kept pulling his hips closer to me. He kept screaming into my jock. "Take it all, faggot" I whispered into his ear as I kept shovin'. I used his hips for leverage, pulling out a little, pushing in more. Then I was in. "Got my fat cock in you boy," I whispered in his ear. "Raw." I put my arms around him, my front at his back. His head was down. I started stepping back, pulling him with me, holding him tight. His arms were still out. That happens a lot too. Boys full of my cock don't know what to do with their arms. I lifted him a little, pushed him back down on my cock, watched his dick bounce. He wasn't shouting any more, he was whimpering. Even spraying some cum on the mirror. I looked at him in the mirror. "Fuckin' you boy" I whispered. "Look at you takin' it. Getting' fucked. Your dick's hard. My balls slappin' yours. You still wearing your sneakers." Finally he looked up at his reflection. His eyes got wide. I laughed. "Ready now?" I said. And I fucked. And fucked harder. Slammed into him. His body shook. He started moaning. And crying. I like that. I like it when they cry. Means I got to them. Reached inside them with my cock. Touched them where they live. His arms were jerking around. His dick was red. I shoved in him again, and held it. I knew what would happened, and sure enough it did. His ass ring tightened on my cock and he blasted cum onto the mirror. Five, six shots. As he was slowin' down I stood still, felt my cock expand in his tight hole, and I shot. Six, seven, eight times. I did what I had to when I didn't want to shout out loud -- I sank my teeth into his neck. When I emptied all my cum into him, I pulled out slowly. I love how that feels. A tight hole I just stretched out, but it doesn't want to let me go. I pulled out when I was still semi hard. He was breathing hard, crying, hands up against the mirror again. I picked up his baggy shorts and held them out to him. "Put these on," I said. He looked at his shorts like he'd never seen them before, but he took them. I turned away and put on my sweats and T-shirt. I turned back but he hadn't moved. "Put your clothes on," I said quietly, "or I'll throw you outta here naked." That got through, and he stumbled into his shorts and T-shirt. I saw a wet spot on his ass, I figured it was where my cum was dripping out, but I didn't say anything. "Get out," I said, still quietly. He opened the door and stumbled out. I didn't watch. I came out a minute later, and he was gone. I looked around the floor, watching the newbies to make sure they didn't hurt themselves, and the showoffs to make sure they weren't going past their limits. I saw the manager watch me come out of the locker room. He licked his lips, but Henry had no reaction. Not because I'd just cum, but because I wasn't interested. I went over to help an older guy. I can be real sweet when I wanna to be. Part II -- Meeting Hank OK, I made it this far. I was talking to the sales rep at the gym. I had picked this one not because there were lots of branches and I could use every one (like the rep told me) but because it was halfway between the shithole I worked at and the shithole I lived in. I figured if I had to pass it all the time, I'd at least go in and work out sometimes. Entry level job and I was lucky to get it. A share in a rundown tenement and I was lucky to get it. There was a shower in the kitchen but the toilet was in the hall, shared with the other apartments on the floor. But I was living in New York, me, right out of high school. The sales rep was goodlooking, I wouldn't have minded giving him a blowjob. He was real friendly too, said maybe I'd see him working out sometimes. Hell, I didn't know anybody except my skeevy roommate, so it kind of gave me something to look forward to. He told me as a special bonus, I could work out right away, if I didn't have gear and a lock I could buy them at the front desk. Well, I had them, and I figured let's get started right away. The locker room was empty, which was OK by me. I'm really skinny, and I hate it. That's why I wanted to join a gym. So I stripped, and put on my shorts with nothing underneath. I was feeling real daring, even a little sexy. Guys I'd been with liked it when I was naked under my baggies. Girls hated it. I went onto the floor and realized I had no idea what to do. I saw some guys on treadmills, I figured that can't be too hard. I got on the machine, pushed some buttons, and started to jog. I was jogging for a few minutes then all of a sudden I felt out of breath. I panicked -- I didn't know how to turn the thing off. I just kept running, running, afraid to fall -- then I felt a hand on my back. I jumped in shock, but felt the treadmill start to slow down. I turned to look at who was there and I lost my breath again. He was fucking gorgeous. And he was smiling at me, but not nasty. Kindly, I thought. He had said something, but I was concentrating on breathing and didn't hear him. Then he said "Come on, I can help you." He started walking and I followed him into a small area off the main floor. "I'll help you stand up straight," he said, smiling at me. He put one hand on my chest, and then one on my ass. I jumped but I have to admit it felt really good. Here was this god-man with his hands on me, and it was turning me on. I hadn't felt so good in a long time. He was holding my ass kind of snug, so tight it was like his finger was trying to go up my ass. I jumped but he didn't let go. I tried to stand up as straight as I could. For him. He let go, held out his hand and introduced himself. His name was Hank. It suited him -- direct and straightforward. I said "I'm Dan, nice to meet you," and he smiled. Good thing I was standing up straight, I could have melted right there. My ass was still tingling from having his finger so close. Truth to tell, even though I fooled around a lot in high school, it was mostly getting my dick sucked, or sucking on a bud's. Never had a dick up my ass, even though I wanted it. There was that one time when I drove to the highway rest area and this guy there started playing with my ass. He had a finger in but then someone came in and we pulled apart. Dammit it was a cop, and the guy got scared and left. The cop was an old fat ugly fart, so I left too. The guy was gone by then, so I just drove home. But Hank's hand at my hole had me thinking all kinds of things. "Come on Danny, I can help you out." He turned and went toward a door marked "Staff." I followed, and when he stood back I figured it was OK for me to go inside. He closed the door. "Show me what you got," he said. I put out my arms and turned slowly. He laughed softly. "With all those clothes on, I can't see anything. Better take `em off." I blushed, but took off my T-shirt. I was just standing there in my shorts, which had kind of fallen below my waist. I hadn't paid attention when I grabbed them in the morning, and I took the too-big pair. I hesitated. "Bet you're uncomfortable because you're skinny, Danny. Hell, you got it made. Anything you add to this is gonna be meat." Hank stood up and took off his T-shirt. "I was skinny as you when I started!" I didn't know if that was true or not, but he had the most gorgeous chest I ever saw. Big, big muscles, covered with long, silky hair. I started to get a stiffie. Hank lunged forward as if he was going to pull my shorts down, and I gasped. Then he laughed, and I laughed, and I pulled them down. Hank stood up. "I'll strip too, that way you won't feel funny." So there I was, watching this god strip down. He didn't have anything under his sweats except the biggest cock I ever saw. But I was here for something else, so I tried to keep my mind straight. I think he said to face the mirror, I wasn't sure. He stood facing the mirror and I turned to face it also. The difference between our bodies was striking. And he was so sexy I was getting turned on. Then he moved behind me. And stood close. So close I wasn't sure what was going on. Until I felt his chest hair on my back, and his fat cock sticking between my legs. "You've got a fine ass, Danny," Hank said, and then he pulled away and bent over to get something. He came back, held me to him, and gently placed a jockstrap in my mouth. I felt his big mushroom cockhead pushing on my balls and my dick went all the way hard. He was holding my hips in his big hands, backed up a little, then gently pressed his cock to my crack, nudging my hole. This is it, I thought, I'm going to get fucked by the most fucking gorgeous man I ever saw in my life. I heard him hock up some spit, and drool it onto his cock. He lined up with my hole again and pushed hard. "Take it faggot," I said to myself. "This is what you always wanted. Now you're getting it." But I hadn't counted, or expected, that it would hurt like hell. I started screaming, but I had that jock in my mouth. And it tasted funny. And Hank wasn't letting up. He was hurting me, bad. It hurt so much I was outside my body, I couldn't stand the pain. Everything hurt -- my cock hurt, my balls hurt, my asshole was raw and getting ravaged. I was aware of his hairy chest and his nipples on my back, and his hairy balls slapping mine. He was pulling me back and I put my hands up to the mirror so I wouldn't fall. I think he was saying something, but I couldn't hear it. My throat was raw from trying to scream into the jock. Hank pulled me back, and my arms weren't holding the mirror anymore. He nudged my head with his and I looked up. What I saw was horrifying, and the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life. There I was, my cock hard, Hank pulling my hips back and forth plowing his cock in me, my dick bouncing up and down, spraying precum. Where'd that come from? I wondered, then noticed that we were still wearing our sneakers. That and his hairy arms holding me made it seem like it was a porn video and I was the star. I think I started crying, and then I came, shooting cum out all over the mirror. It was the most intense sexual feeling I ever had, especially since each time I shot my ass tightened on that hairy baseball bat he was ramming in my hole. Then he stopped plowing, and I swear I felt his cock get even bigger, ripping me open from inside. Then I felt a warm, no, a hot thick liquid being blasted into me like from a cannon. I was crying in pain and pleasure, and he lowered his head to my neck and kissed me. He started to pull out his cock slowly, and that was an incredible feeling too. So smooth yet still hard, I felt chills inside my hole. I didn't want him to leave, even though my insides were screaming for the intrusion to be gone. "Better get dressed," he said quietly, and I tried to put my feet back on planet earth. I put on my shorts and shirt, and slowly went out the door. I felt sweat drip down my back and into my ass crack. I meant to look back at that sexy man, I needed to know if I could see him again. Next time I saw him I knew I would be very very shy -- even though I knew that was silly. He liked me, I know he did, and I hoped he would want me again. Comments to Jack543216@aol.com. Thanks guys.