Staring down at the treadmill the distance glared back at me, 3.89 Miles. "Almost there". I thought to myself pushing my loose hair out of my face and adjusting my sports bra so I wasn't flashing a stranger. My focus on the numbers vanished as I saw Nate walk in front of me past the weights section, his bulging muscles catching my eye. Nate was a wide receiver for the college right around the corner, which also happened to be my college. Not the biggest or well-known university but certainly not small.
He was not the best football player on the team but in my terms, he looked the fucking best. This man-made any shirt he put on look like it was about to rip at the seams, not to mention wearing the tank top with the grey sweatpants combo to the gym made every girl stare at him including me. We had met a few times when his frat and my sorority had done a few fundraisers together but our chats were often short and interrupted. Despite me being drop-dead gorgeous, just my opinion. But I never got any complaints from others either, I still felt like I never had a shot with him.
I was A junior at Pemberton and on the school dance team. Standing much shorter than most, especially Nate. At five foot one, I was always towered over but that didn't bother me. I would just look up at every guy thinking about how he could throw me around in the bedroom if he wanted to. Despite my stature, I was very muscular and athletic. By going to the gym five times a week and dancing I was more flexible than most which didn't hurt in the bedroom either. I often braided my golden blonde hair to keep it out of my face and had to wear tight tops to hold up my large C-cups.
I did love wearing a nice tight leather top though to the bars and letting all the boys stare. That always does wonders for the self-confidence. Sadly most of the boys staring were too shy to come up and say hi or were quickly dragged away by their very upset girlfriends. With all of that, I had yet to get a boyfriend or even get fucked and we were already done with the first semester and starting winter break so most of the students had left along with my chances of getting some dick.
Hence why I was at the gym at this hour no one was here and I had the place mostly to myself even the one guy working the desk just left the scanner out and was watching Netflix on his phone. With all these distractions but most notably me staring at the cute boy walking into the locker room in front of me I managed to misplace my step catching my foot on the edge of the treadmill. Before I could blink my knees buckled, trying to grab the handrails I missed and was thrown back off the treadmill to the floor landing on my side.
Standing my leg and shoulder hurt but other than my bruised ego I seemed to be fine after checking myself over. Looking around I saw the gym was empty and the last few stragglers had left. The front desk attendant was still engrossed in his show so no one had seen my blunder, thank god. Deciding that was enough working out for the night I grabbed my water bottle and hurried over to the locker rooms limping a bit from my leg that would no doubt be bruised tomorrow. My head looked at the floor as I scurried into the locker room hoping to grab my stuff and leave as quickly as possible with no more accidents. Stepping around the corner I looked up to see Nate standing before me, shirt off and a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry" Nate turned around with a jolt, surprised by the voice behind him, as he turned his towel fell to the floor and he stood naked before me. I couldn't help but stare, he had to have the biggest dick I had ever seen. I had watched a lot of porn and even fucked a few well-endowed guys but he was a monster compared to those. Quickly reaching down and grabbing his towel he wrapped it back around his waist apologizing. Tucking the towel tight in itself he walked up to me towering overtop of me.
"I am so sorry I did not mean for you to see that, what are you in the men's room?" I had not even looked at the sign. I was so lost in thought I had accidentally entered the wrong locker room by mistake. He could sense my awkwardness added to by the growing redness of my face as I tried to muster out an apology or an explanation.
He could tell I was nervous and it didn't help. I was still looking down a bit looking at the outline under his towel and I must have been as obvious as possible as a smile crept across his face. "You know I might just have a mind to go and report you for peeking around in the men's room at the front desk, get you banned from this gym, or even have you arrested. I looked up now with a real face of panic at the accusation and pleaded with him.
"Please don't, it was an honest mistake. I really didn't mean for that to happen. I could get in real trouble with the university and lose my scholarships, not to mention get kicked out of athletics."
"And what is going to prevent me from doing that? You were in the boy's room peeping on me without my knowledge. What are you some kind of freak who likes to try and catch a glimpse of a guy's cock?" He smiled staring down at me, his muscles still bulging from his workout and sweat dripping down his perfectly sculpted abs. He certainly took care of himself and I could tell from where I was standing no doubt.
In the back of my mind, I had the feeling we were onto the same idea but I could have been totally wrong. Either way, I was going to get in trouble If I didn't try and if I was right this might be the luckiest thing to ever happen to me. Kneeling, I slipped his towel from his waist and let it fall to the floor. His cock sprang up in place pointing me in the face. I smiled up at him and before I could say anything he placed his hand on the back of my head, shoving it forward and plunging his cock into my mouth.
Gagging on his dick at the sudden movement I quickly gained my composure and set to work. Sliding back and forth I felt his cock stiffen between my lips as I caressed the underside of it with my tongue lightly lapping the tip as I went. Back and forth I slowly sped up and I saw out of the corner of my eye his body stiffen as he braced himself on the bench. I was obviously doing a good job and for good measure, I was using every trick in the book I knew.
