Annoying Stranger At The Gym

Today's day at work had been particularly long and boring, made worse by the fact that I got out much later than usual. Luckily for me, I had one thing to look forward to: going to the gym. The unusual lateness of my exit from work had little affect on my gym schedule, as I preferred going late at night anyways.

At this time of night there was rarely anyone other than staff in the gym. It was nice to have free reign over the machines. I could proceed with my workout without having to work in with someone else or, worse, wait for them to finish. Not to mention, I'm not particularly social, and enjoy not having to be around other people.

When I entered I approached the front desk to swipe my card. As I did, I surveyed the gym, only one patron other than myself. He was over by the benches, and since today was chest and triceps I would likely be in his vicinity. I cursed under my breathe.

I quickly put my stuff in my locker and got changed. I was hoping he would be done when I came out, but to no avail. Looks like I was going to be working out beside him.

Luckily for me, he also didn't seem the particularly chatty type. I got through a few exercises with not so much as a look from him. Finally, I moved on to bench press, my last exercise. When I went to complete a set I found that my long day at work had taken more of a toll than I had thought. I was unable to re-rack the barbell.

As I was struggling to hold up the weight, the guy walked over and gave me an assist.

"Need a spot?" He asked, smiling smugly down at me.

"Thanks man, yeah, been a longer day than I thought." I joked. As I looked up at him I noticed something, something I had missed in my eagerness to avoid being social. He was wearing extremely short and revealing gym shorts. From this angle I could see that his cock and balls were hanging barely half an inch from the bottom of the leg hole, they were enormous.

Starting up another set, there he stood, behind me, prepared to lift the weight should I fail again. This time however, my focus wasn't on the weight, but on the hefty pair of nuts hovering above my face. Losing my focus, the weight began lowering and he was forced to catch it.

When he lowered himself, his nuts plopped right onto my face.

My eyes quickly looked up to his. He was looking straight back into mine, but this time his smug grin had grown even wider. This fucker knew his nuts were sitting right on my face. The grin persisted even as he lifted the weight back to the rack.

"What?" He asked, beaming ear to ear. "I saw you admiring them, thought I'd give you a feel."

"What the fuck dude?" I exclaimed. I was promptly silenced, as he lowered himself back down, his heavy orbs once again making contact with my forehead.

This time though, it wasn't just a momentary graze, they were firmly planted on my face. I could feel how big, heavy, and sweaty they were. I was stuck, completely frozen.

"Here ya go buddy" he said, as he moved his hips forward. His slimy nuts, dragging across my face. They passed by my eyes, then over my nose. As I breathed in his musky balls I couldn't contain myself anymore. I accidentally let out a moan, just in time for his nuts to make contact with my lips, essentially forcing me to kiss them.

As he finally pulled them away he said "so, wanna take this to the locker room?".

My mind finally began registering what had just happened. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked. Getting up from the bench in a huff and grabbing my stuff.

All I wanted was to get to the locker room to shower the smell of his balls off my face. To my dismay, I noticed he had also picked up and was following me.

"What? You're the one who moaned with my nuts on your face!" He said, luckily we were out of earshot of the front desk employee.

I continued giving him the silent treatment, making my way to my locker and sitting down on the benches to untie my shoes. While I did this, he made his way to his locker and quickly got completely undressed. I wondered why he was in such a hurry, it wasn't like he was the one trying to wash off the smell of sweaty balls from his face.

"Man, I really gotta piss!" He exclaimed, completely out of nowhere.

"Dude, I don't care. Don't talk to me" I huffed back.

He began walking towards the bathrooms. Of all the ways to get there he could have picked, he began walking up the same aisle as me, even the same side of the benches I was facing. He didn't think I was just going to let him pass by me, did he? Not after what he did. I was going to stay here, he could find another way.

"Hey, could you let me past? I really gotta piss dude." He said, standing oafishly beside me. As I looked up at him to respond, he was fidgeting around.

"Dude just go a different way." I retorted.

He didn't seem to like this idea. Instead of listening, he tried to push his way through. Turning his butt to the locker and front to me. At this point it still didn't sink in what was about to take place. As he tried to slide by, his cock slid across my face.

"Oh, sorry dude!" He said.

Once more, I found myself completely frozen, with a stranger's sweaty cock and balls directly in my face.

"Ya know though..." he started, I looked up. "I had been meaning to talk to you about your form out there." He was looking back down at me, grin reaching from ear to ear.

Here he was, cock in my face, trying to make idle conversation. Even without the grin, I know he knows what he is doing. Why couldn't I just move?

He continued to chat idly for a few second, just standing there. But then, he started moving. He slowly inched his hips forward, once again, his slimy cock and balls dragging their way across my face. He only stopped when his nuts reached their final resting place: my mouth.

As I inadvertently kissed his nuts, I was staring down the enormous barrel of his soft cock. Again, he just stood there without any motion, balls on my lips, cock pointed down at me. The whole time, continuing his idle chit-chat, pretending like he didn't even notice.

He started to move again, I felt relief momentarily, thinking he was going to remove his crotch from my face. My heart sank when the motion reversed, he wasn't taking his cock away from my face, no that would be too easy. He was fidgeting, back and forth, from the untaken piss he was supposedly trying to get by me for. Each time he fidgeted it caused his enormous balls to drag back and forth across my face. Suddenly, I was afraid of what was about to happen.

It all happened before I could move out of the way. It started with him, almost innocently, saying "oops". Before I had time to register what the oops was even referencing, I saw it. His piss slit parted, and a strong pulse of yellow liquid began gushing out.

Here he was, standing over me, nuts over my mouth, cock pointed straight down at my face, pissing like a race horse into my unsuspecting face. And all I could do was sit there and take the barrage of his hot, potent piss. He continued unloading like this for what seemed like minutes, head kicked back, maybe in relief, maybe in the ecstasy of submitting me to the torrent of his hot yellow piss.

The only thing to come out of his mouth was the relaxed "Ahhhhh" of somebody relieving themself. Except he wasn't just relieving himself, he was relieving himself on me.

His barrage finally began to dwindle, and I knew the ordeal was almost over. When the stream finally petered off, he flexed his cock to shake free the remaining drops onto my face.

"Now, what does a polite cockslut do when their cock is done with them?" He asked, grinning down at me.

"W-What?" I asked hesitantly.

"He gives the cock a kiss!" He exclaimed, bumping his cocked against my lips. He laughed as he walked off, leaving me to stew in his mess.