Getting to the Pool Early

Getting to the Pool Early Chapter 8

After watching Kelly and Jennie walk naked over to the treadmills, I absentmindedly stroked my stiffening cock...quickly stopping as I remembered where I was. Glancing over to the guys in the free weight area, I didn't need to worry about getting caught, because none of them were looking at me.

The tenting in a couple of the guys' shorts was evidence that they were locked onto the erotic opportunity they were getting to experience because of my deal with Marcy and the gym. I actually gave a quick thought to going back to stroking myself in front of everyone there, just to celebrate the moment, but thought better of it...so I just scratched my balls and adjusted myself, as guys often do.

Walking over to the free weights, Marcy and I made eye contact. She smiled mischievously. Her glance at my crotch made it obvious that she was aware of my brief stroking and self-adjustment. I could tell she was watching the guys and the effect Kelly and Jennie were having on all of the swinging dicks in the gym.

The free weights and the weight machine areas were separated by a wall, but both were open toward the front door, but screened from each other, for some reason. As I stopped at the bench press in the free weight area, I evidently broke the concentration of the three guys there, but not before two of them turned away from staring at the women and discretely adjusted their own packages.

The reaction to my male nudity in a testosterone hot bed of weight training was a mixed bag. Two guys acknowledged my presence as if nothing was missing. The third guy gave me an approving head to toe inspection. I recognized them from my naked gym exit the day before, and none of them acted like I wasn't welcome. I couldn't see how the guys on the weight machines reacted.

I asked the guy closest to the equipment if he was finished, as gym etiquette required, before I laid my towel down on the bench. As I began counting and adjusting the weights on the bar, the guy who had given me the inspection sided up to me, introduced himself as Ben, and asked why I was naked. I explained to him that the early morning until 8:00 AM time had been designated clothing optional by the gym. He admitted that sounded cool and he'd have to consider doing it, too.

As I took stock of Ben, I could tell by the split-side running shorts and muscle shirt that he was well built. Broad shoulders, nice chest, narrow waist, and a flat stomach. Short blonde hair. Well-proportioned arms and legs. He also had a decent bulge in his shorts, I assumed from the nude female parade he had just finished watching. I really hoped he would follow thru with joining me in the nude workout mornings...for the girls to have some eye candy, if nothing else.

I sat on the bench and prepared to begin my workout. My semierect cock flopped onto my stomach as I laid back and reached for the bar. That caught the attention of a couple of the guys, including Ben.

As I circuit trained and moved from station to station, I was aware of people checking me out, but nothing that I wasn't craving. My exhibitionist tendencies were on over-drive. Needless to say, my erection never was able to go down in the 30-minutes, or so, that I was exercising. I focused on arm and chest sets, so as I started my last sets, I was pretty pumped up. My arms and chest, while not huge, look pretty good. The coating of sweat over my entire tanned body didn't hurt how I looked, either. As I returned for my last bench press set, Ben came over to me.

"Looking pretty good, Andy. Need a spotter," Ben asked?

"That would be great," I replied. "I haven't lifted in a while. Mostly swimming. I need to get back in the habit."

"You haven't embarrassed yourself so far," Ben said, as he moved to above my head and grabbed the weight bar.

Looking down at me, he continued, "in fact, if you plan on being here this early every morning, I could use a workout partner. These other two guys already work out together."

Now if you have ever done much weightlifting and had a spotter while you benched any weight at all, you know what my view was. But Ben's extra wide stance and slight knee bend placed his package even closer above my face than normal. His loose-fitting running shorts were freely showing a stiffened cock thru the thin fabric of the liner of his shorts, which he made no effort to hide.

"That would be great," I responded, looking up past his shorts. "As long as you don't mind working out with the nude guy."

"Actually, being partnered up with you would make it easier for me to join this morning club," Ben admitted quietly. "The three of us talked about you when you left yesterday morning. I don't know what the guys on the other side of the wall saw, but we watched the whole jacked off session with the women and you walking out to your car naked. The whole morning was hot as hell! Can I join now, or should I just surprise you in the morning? The other two guys here might join, as well, if it gets us ring side seats for what's going on!"

"Well, if that's all it takes to get another nude guy in the morning, I could use a workout partner," I offered back. "I wouldn't feel near as nervous. You'll just need to sign a waiver that Marcy has to clear you to work out naked."

"Nervous," Ben questioned? "Honestly, most of the guys won't be looking at you if those two beauties that swam with you continue to work out in the buff, but with that beautiful cock and the body you have, you have no reason to be nervous!"

After a brief pause, he continued, "fuck it, I'll sign the paper when we're done!"

Before I could say anything, Ben stripped off his tee-shirt, grabbed the waistband of his shorts, and pushed them down to the floor. He stepped out of his PT gear and left them on the floor at the head of the bench...giving me an upside-down view of his uncut 6-inch dick standing out from short, groomed, darker blond pubic hair and hairless balls. He had a nice tan, but with tan lines of his running shorts, and a hint of a six-pack. White, blond hair lightly covered his legs, chest, and arms.

"Is this OK," Ben asked?

"You look great," I smiled. "Just don't poke me in the eye with it!"

Chuckling at my comment, Ben grabbed the bar, lifted it out of the stand, and held onto it while I settled in under the weight. His cock and balls dangling in my face. I think I saw him make eye contact with the other two guys, but I wasn't sure. As I began my reps, I noticed Marcy scurry over to Ben with a clipboard to sign.

"Got another taker, I see," Marcy said to me, appreciatively. "The other two free weight guys seem to be considering it, as well. Not bad for the first day."

As I went thru my set, Ben stayed at the head of the bench, very evidently showing himself to me, but pretending to encourage me and ready to grab the bar if I faltered. The other two guys in the free weight area were watching and rubbing themselves thru their shorts while standing behind the weight rack.

I was a little surprised at myself that the view of Ben's manhood was turning me on, but my arousal was apparent. While I had been semi-erect for most of my weight session, my engorged cock was now standing off my stomach and bouncing slightly with my last few repetitions, which did not go unnoticed by Ben.

As Ben took the bar from me after my last rep, he observed, "you'll need to take care of that before it gets caught in a weight rack," nodding toward my crotch. Not waiting for my response, he stepped over the bench rack. Bending at the waist, he grabbed my cock, stroking it a few times before he took all of it in his mouth. The way the bench was built, he was able to straddle me on his knees, presenting his now purple-headed cock to me while he began an unexpected blow job on my equally aching rod, while getting to know my hairless balls at the same time.

Not wanting to tell Ben I didn't swing that way, but also not wanting to stop him from his task, I grabbed his cock and proceeded to stroke him in rhythm to what he was doing to me.

As Ben expertly deep throated me, I stroked his veined member. After several minutes, I brought him to a huge orgasm, shooting rope after rope onto my chest and his own stomach that was hovering above me. Ben briefly lost his rhythm sucking my cock during his orgasm, but soon resumed his efforts. Lowering his body onto mine, he began sliding his body with his oral motion on my dick, his warm cum lubricating his movement...his red rosebud poking me in the face.

I didn't last much longer. Ben was no stranger to giving head, because he never missed a beat, swallowing my salty cum like a pro while I convulsed several times from my own huge orgasm. As I came down from my orgasmic high, I noticed our two free weight guys had stained their shorts with their own cum-shots.

As Ben sat up on my chest and stood up, his firm ass and now softening cock in full view of my face. "I think you'll make a great workout buddy," was all I could think to say.

"You, too," he said, smiling, as he un-straddled me.

I sat up and lifted my ass off the towel that was under me and used it to wipe Ben's cum from my bare chest and stomach, before handing it to Ben to clean himself.

That's when I noticed Kelly and Jennie had both stopped exercising and had been standing to the side of the free weight area during at least some of the recent action. They both were smiling directly at me as they leaned over a dumbbell rack, resting their elbows on the weights, their firm, erect breasts moving with their erratic breathing. They were both excited. The look on their faces was a combination of admiration for my public sex display and a sexual hunger to get in on the action.

Not as obvious as a guy's erection, a girl's sexual excitement is much more beautiful and subtle. Their rock-hard nipples, reddened and swelling outer lips, and the engorgement of their clitoral hoods, I had already had the pleasure of seeing in the last 24-hours. While their pussies were quite different, each one was beautiful in its own way.

That they were turned on by what just happened was apparent. Were they in competition with one another? Were they both alright that I had been intimate with the other? What I couldn't know was what would happen next.