(all characters are over 19 years old)
I’ve always been a bit of a fitness enthusiast, so joining a gym was a no-brainer for me. I needed a place to channel my energy and work on my physique. That’s where I met him, my crush, Miguel. He was 20, with sandy blond hair and the most stunning blue eyes I’d ever seen. He was a regular at the gym, and I often found myself sneaking glances at him as he worked out.
One day, I gathered the courage to approach him. “Hey, Miguel,” I said, feigning nonchalance. “Mind if I work out with you today? I could use some tips.”
A bright smile appeared on his face, and he nodded eagerly. “Yeah, sure! I’d be happy to help. What do you want to focus on today?”
“Let’s go for arms and back,” I suggested, already feeling my heart race. “I’ve been wanting to improve my pull-up game.”
Miguel led the way to the pull-up bars, and we began our workout. As we worked through our sets, our bodies inevitably came into contact. Each brush of our skin sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel my face flush. I glanced at Miguel and saw a hint of pink on his cheeks as well.
“You’re doing great,” he encouraged, his voice a little hoarse. “Just a few more reps.”
Our bodies pressed together as we reached for the same bar, and I felt his hard muscles against mine. It was electric, and I knew he could sense my arousal. The workout became increasingly intense, and we ended up sweating and breathing heavily.
“Let’s take a break,” Miguel suggested, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. “I know a place we can cool off.”
I followed him eagerly to the gym showers, my heart pounding with anticipation. As soon as we were inside, Miguel pushed me against the wall, his lips crashing against mine. I kissed him back passionately, my hands roaming over his sweaty chest.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispered between kisses, his hands sliding down to grip my ass.
I moaned, grinding my growing erection against his thigh. “Me too… Miguel, I—”
He cut me off by biting his lip and reaching for the waistband of my gym shorts. With a swift motion, he pulled them down, along with my boxer briefs, freeing my aching cock.
“You’re huge,” he breathed, wrapping his hand around my length.
I gasped at the feeling of his warm, calloused hand stroking me. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” I confessed, my voice hoarse with desire.
Miguel smiled wickedly and dropped to his knees. “Let me take care of you then,” he said, licking his lips before taking the head of my cock into his mouth.
The sensation of his warm, wet mouth enveloping me made my knees weak. I threaded my fingers through his hair, guiding him along my length. Miguel bobbed his head eagerly, sucking and swirling his tongue around the head of my cock.
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” I groaned, my eyes rolling back in pleasure.
He hummed in response, taking me deeper with each stroke. I could feel the heat building in my loins as he sucked and teased me with his skilled mouth. His free hand cupped my balls, massaging them gently, sending bolts of pleasure throughout my body.
“I’m close,” I warned, my breath coming in short gasps.
Miguel looked up at me, his blue eyes dark with desire, and then he took me deep into his throat, swallowing around me. That sent me over the edge, and I exploded into his mouth with a loud groan. Miguel swallowed my release, milking me dry with his skilled tongue.
As my legs turned to jelly, Miguel stood up and pressed his lips to mine, sharing a kiss that tasted of my essence. “Your turn,” I whispered, my voice still shaky.
I returned the favor, kneeling before him and taking his throbbing cock into my mouth. Miguel threw his head back, moaning my name as I sucked and licked him with fervor. It didn’t take long for him to reach his peak, and soon he was spilling down my throat, his hands tangling in my hair.
We ended up against the shower wall, our bodies slick with water and sweat as I entered him. Miguel’s eyes widened as I thrust into him, his breath catching in his throat. I paused, giving him a moment to adjust to my size, before starting a steady rhythm.
“Oh, fuck, Oliver,” he chanted, his eyes clenched shut in ecstasy. “Harder… please.”
I obliged, slamming into him with force, my hands gripping his slender hips. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the shower, along with our grunts and moans. Miguel’s legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper inside him.
“You feel so good,” I growled, my own release building again. “So tight, Miguel.”
“Come for me,” he panted, his fingers digging into my shoulders. “Want to feel you fill me up.”
His words sent me spiraling into oblivion, and I came with a roar, my hips stuttering as I pumped my load into him. We rode out our high, our sweaty bodies pressed together, hearts pounding in unison.
As we dressed, Miguel smiled at me shyly. “That was… incredible.”
I grinned back, feeling a sense of satisfaction and contentment. “It was. We should… do this again sometime.”
Miguel’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Definitely. Maybe next time, we won’t even make it to the showers.”
I laughed, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect. “I’ll hold you to that.”
And so, our secret trysts in the gym became a regular occurrence, each time more passionate and intense than the last. It was the beginning of something incredible, and I couldn’t wait to explore every inch of Miguel’s perfect body.