(All characters over 18)
I was lucky enough to have found a quiet gym where I lived, and I thought I’d seen pretty much all of the regulars in the five or six days a week I went.
It was another quiet Thursday evening when he walked in as I was in the middle of a set. I didn’t recognize him, but he was about my age, probably a junior or senior if he was in college, had the lean build of a runner and a cute boyish face that made him look younger than he was.
We briefly made eye contact as he walked by and got started. He didn’t have a big build, and hid his arms with a long sleeved tshirt, but had a really cute face and the weights he lifted revealed more strength than he let on.
He noticed me looking his way a couple of times but I was quick to look away whenever we made eye contact. I made sure not to make things weird, since people were filing out and it was almost just the two of us left. Toward the end of my workout, we walked by each other again, and I picked up the fresh smell of his sweat, which was starting to pool on his shirt.
I lingered on my phone, hoping to catch him in the locker room, but he never looked my way again, still engrossed with his own workout. I decided to call it a night. I headed into the locker room as the last guy (other than the two of us) was leaving the gym, and stripped down to my towel and slippers to use the sauna like I always did.
Ten minutes later, I was startled to see the door of the dimly-lit sauna open. He appeared in the door – naked except for his towel – and revealing the amazing body he’d hidden the whole time – a lean but very defined bare upper body with a taut, toned chest that tapered down to a slim waist and six pack. He didn’t make eye contact as he sat on the bench perpendicular to mine.
We sat in silence for the next couple of minutes, with him staring either downward or straight ahead, and I couldn’t tell if he knew I was stealing glances at his body.
Suddenly, still silently and without making eye contact, he sat up a little, then in one motion, used his right hand to pull his towel off and drop it to the floor, leaving him naked. My heart raced. He must have seen from the corner of his eye as I looked at him, he was still soft and had a pretty small sack and his pubes were clearly trimmed recently. He still said nothing and continued looking away.
I continued to overthink, just sitting there trying not to stare at this muscled boy sitting naked in front of me, as the heat slowly broke him into a glistening sweat all over his body. Then, he did it – he shifted in his seat before lifting both his legs and placing his feet up on the bench, almost squatting, opening up his knees and placing his crotch in full view. Perspiration dripped down from his chin onto his chest and abs and rolled down in between his legs. Following the beads of sweat, I noticed that his cock was swelling up pretty rapidly.
I made no effort to hide my gaze now even as he continued to look down at the floor, pretending that he wasn’t doing what he was doing. I was still in doubt, even as he got fully hard and his six inches pointed straight up into his belly button.
I pulled my own towel off and stepped slowly in front of him. At last, he finally looked up at me and we locked eyes. Wordlessly, he shifted lower and held his legs open with his hands, exposing a smooth, hairless pink hole that was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I brought a finger up to his bud and touched it lightly, feeling it tense up at the contact as he gasped softly. I stared down at this stranger and his perfect naked body, holding his legs open. I could see his chest pounding just as hard as my heart was beating, and realized that this was some twisted thrill of his and that I was all too happy to indulge.
I stuck my middle finger in my mouth, spitting as much as I could on it, before lining it up with his tight hole and pushing in. I knew it had to be quick before the spit dried up but didn’t know if it would hurt him. Incredibly, he relaxed around my finger and took me until it was all the way in. In his first display of emotion, he gasped a little, before regaining his composure, looking up at me expectantly.
I carefully moved my finger around inside of him, watching his reactions. I noticed just how warm his insides were around my finger – almost hot – and quickly settled around his entrance, sticking my finger in and almost all the way out, which let out some soft but very low and guttural moans from him.
It isn’t always easy to find the spot, but this boy was so unreal that aside from his irresistible face and taut physique, he was packed with the largest and most swollen gland I’d encountered by far. I pressed the pad of my finger in gently and his eyes widened and he tensed up.
Before I knew it, I had my ring finger inside him too and my left hand was pressed down on his slippery six pack. There wasn’t much time left to waste, and I started pressing up into his spot quickly and firmly, watching him start to whimper as beads of my own sweat dropped onto him. He looked down a couple of times to watch himself ooze steadily from his piss slit. I grabbed his still rock-hard cock in my left hand and rolled the foreskin back to give him a better view. As I released my grip on his cock and continued to press on his spot, his whimpers got more urgent, and suddenly, he tightened up and spurted all over his chest, going up to his neck and chin.
Impulsively, I scooped up whatever I could and wrapped it all over my own hard-on, and it didn’t take more than a few strokes for me to shoot all over his face and abs.
We came to our senses and stepped out of the sauna, putting our towels back on. I stepped into a shower stall and we washed up in separate stalls, in silence. By the time I was done and got out of the shower, he had already left, leaving only a pair of wet footprints that led to the locker he’d used.