Gym Night Blows

While I have no actual experience with male on male sex, I think everyone is bicurious at least to an extent even if they don't admit it out loud. The question is whether or not they act on it. Besides, I have several very dear friends who happen to be gay. I certainly cannot claim never to have wondered what it would be like to have an "encounter" of my own like that explored in this story. I had the opportunity as a young man, with my dearest friend in the world. I passed it up out of fear. Not too long after, I met the woman to whom I have now been married for almost 39 years. My gay friend and I remained close until the day he passed (R.I.P.). He even became a close confidant of my wife. The two of them used to have a blast discussing the various points of good looking guys they would pass on the street. That said, I figured I'd step out of my normal lane a bit and give this a shot. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. If so, please let me know with comments, good or bad. Thank you for taking the time to visit my imagination.

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GYM NIGHT BLOWS::

Removing my headset and unplugging my phone from the cord, I put my equipment in my locker and headed out. Being a night owl I love working second shift, 3:30 p.m. to midnight. It suits me since I enjoy the cool night air and the quiet of late night. Stepping out of the police department where I worked as a 9-1-1 dispatcher I was greeted by a warm spring night. The three quarter moon had a lovely nimbus around it. As the light breeze stroked my arms I stretched out the kink in my back and, piling into my car, headed to Dennys for a cup of coffee before heading to the gym for my after shift workout.

Walking into the restaurant I was happy to see that Steve was working. Steve was a friendly twenty-two year old, three years my junior, with dark curly hair and swarthy skin that spoke of a mixed hispanic heritage. He was about an inch shorter than my 5'11''. We had been talking off and on for the last six months or so as I liked to stop in to unwind after work, and had become quasi-friends. From our previous conversations I knew he was gay, but that didn't bother me. Being bicurious and having found myself attracted to a number of guys over the years, despite not having done anything about it, I found his toned young body and friendly attitude a pleasant diversion. He was a nice guy - easy to talk to with a naturally outgoing personality. Sitting at a booth in the back, I leaned back, closed my eyes, and took in the ambience.

"Ready for a cup of coffee Brett?"

Opening my eyes I smiled up at the handsome young man. " You know it. Thanks." As Steve walked over to the get the carafe I couldn't help but watch. He had a nice taut ass, good calf muscles, and decently broad shoulders under his work polo. I figured he was a runner, maybe a swimmer. Regardless, he was in good shape without being a muscle bound jock. As far back as high school, I had always been able to appreciate a nice body, male or female, and - despite being ostensibly 'straight' - had, on many occasions found myself sneaking looks at other guy's packages in the showers after gym class. This had led to a number of stroke off sessions that included fantasies of the bi-type. Most involved two men and a woman, but definitely included the idea of male on male oral sex. Steve had featured in a number of those.

I had, in a typical cliche, lost my virginity in a fumbling manner with Lisa Martin, my senior year girlfriend of just over eight months, in the back seat of my car after prom. As I recalled, Bob Seger had been singing 'Night Moves' on the radio. We had both been seventeen years old and eager to explore our sexuality. Lisa and I had continued dating for a couple months after high school and had a decent sex life until she went off to college. Since then I had had a number of girlfriends, the latest being Cindy Worthington with whom I had, until very recently, shared an apartment for the past year. None of them were ever aware of my predilection to watch gay and MMF porn.

Glancing back as he reached the counter, Steve caught me looking. I blushed a bit, feeling caught out, but he just smiled and grabbed two coffee cups and the carafe.

Walking back to my booth, Steve set the two cups down on the table. Filling the one in front of me, he smiled. "How's the city tonight Brett?"

I found myself drawn to his smile. Steve has strikingly dark brown eyes with long lashes and a smile that reached his eyes, making them sparkle with mirth. His dimpled chin was strong and he had that five o'clock shadow that suited him well.

"Nothing unusual. Just a few drunks and a couple domestics. Still, any night spent answering 9-1-1 calls and talking to cops on the radio is stressful. How are things with you?"

"Pretty much par for the course," he replied. "Except that Gabe moved out a couple days ago so I'm officially a free guy again."

"Sorry to hear that," I replied.

"Don't be. He was getting on my nerves with his complaining. We're still friends, but it was just kind of over, you know. What about you? Cindy still around?"

"No. She got a promotion at work and was transferred to San Antonio. Guess we're both free."

Looking around at the empty diner, Steve shrugged. "Well, life's full of opportunities. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that. Mind if I sit? As you can see, we're not exactly overrun tonight. Typical Monday."

"Be my guest," I said, gesturing to the other side of the booth.

Surprisingly, Steve said, "Move over," and, when I did so, sat next to me. When his leg brushed against mine, I felt a tingle in my crotch. My mind began poring over interesting possibilities. Noting that I didn't pull away, Steve grinned. "Heading to the gym tonight?" he asked.

"Yeah. Got some tension to work out."

"Really? Missing Cindy or just general stress?"

"A bit of both. I miss the sex, but, like you and Gabe, it was kind of over anyway." I shrugged. "But, really, I just like to keep in shape, especially since I sit in that chair for eight and a half hours a day. Gotta work at this bod." I grinned.

"Well, you manage that nicely," Steve said, looking me up and down with an appreciative look. I had what I thought was a decent physique with only a bit the extra padding that most of my fellow dispatchers had from living sedentary lifes.

"Thanks," I replied. "So do you. Besides, the gym is generally empty at night so I can work out without too many distractions."

"Am I being a distraction?" Steve lowered his left arm and placed his hand on my right knee.

My dick twitched as I felt electricity race up my thigh to my groin. I swallowed. Was Steve actually flirting with me? I wasn't sure how to credit it, but I was definitely getting a vibe. "Not at all," I said.

"Glad to hear it." Steve's strong fingers squeezed my knee for a moment before slipping around to brush the inside of my thigh before he raised his arm back to rest on the edge of the table.

Steve was definitely flirting. My dick was now semierect, pushing against the material of my briefs as if sensing something in the air. Dare I finally take action on my bicurious side? I swallowed the lump in my throat. Maybe tonight would be the time I would finally find out if guys really did give the best blow jobs. I smiled at him and was rewarded with a wink.

"Do you mind if I go to the gym with you? This is my early night and I've got a few frustrations to work out myself." Steve widened his eyes and looked at me.

"Sure. You're more than welcome," I replied as my mind whirled through thoughts of those full lips wrapped around my cock. What the hell? I thought. If it happens, fine. If not, I can always jerk off later.

"Cool," he said. "Let me clock out and I'll follow you over."

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Pulling into the parking lot of the fitness center ten minutes later, I was gratified to see that there were no other cars in the lot. Of course, not that many people go to the gymnasium at two in the morning so this wasn't unusual. Steve pulled in next to me and hopped out of his Ford Escape. Opening the back door he leaned in and pulled out a gym bag. Lifting an eyebrow, I looked at the bag.

Steve chuckled - a low pleasant sound. "I keep running shorts and a tee shirt in the car for those nights when I feel like jogging on the beach or something before heading home."

"Good thinking," I said. "Come on." Walking up to the main door I pulled out my magnetically encoded membership card and unlocked the entrance. Steve followed me in. He glanced around at the workout equipment and gave a low whistle. "Nice."

"Locker room's this way," I said, heading to the left. "We can get changed in there." I was really happy to note that there wasn't another soul in the place. I had never been happier to belong to a fitness center that allowed twenty-four hour access without the necessity of having staff on site at night.

Walking into the locker room I noted that pungent but not unpleasant smell of sweat, disinfectant, and chlorine. As I opened my locker, Steve set his bag on the bench and sat down. Pulling out my shorts, tank top, and tennis shoes I turned to see Steve, now shoeless, pulling his work polo shirt over his head. He had nicely toned chest muscles and a flat stomach. As he stood I noted he had a good tan. There was no hair on his upper torso excepting a light smattering around his taut nipples. Lower, there was a ring of hair around his belly button. A dark happy trail led down into the hem of his slacks. As he pulled the shirt the rest of the way off, tousling his black hair fetchingly, I noted his shoulders were indeed fairly broad.

"You gonna stare or change clothes?" Steve said with a chuckle.

"Sorry," I said. "Just admiring. You're quite toned. Do you swim, run, or what?"

"I jog a couple of miles most days but, yeah, I spend a lot of time at the pool and the beach. It's a habit. I was all state on my high school swim team. Just missed a scholarship."

"Well, it's working for you."

As Steve reached for his belt buckle, I pulled off my own work shirt and, turning, hung it in my locker.

When I turned back around, Steve was standing there in a pair of boxer briefs. He looked like a wet dream. I could see the bulge of his dick pressing on the front of his underwear. My mouth went dry as I drank in the sight. He was indeed quite well put together. Noting my gaze, Steve grinned and pulled out his gym shorts.

As he bent down to insert his feet I couldn't help but note how taut his ass muscles were. Now feeling nervous, I fumbled at my own belt a moment before realizing I had yet to take off my dress shoes from work. Laughing, I sat on the bench and kicked them off. Standing I dropped my own pants and put them in locker along with my work shoes.

Steve gave a low whistle. "Nice," he said.

My heart beat even faster. I could feel my face flush. Despite my fantasies I had never before actually faced the real possibility of allowing myself to "go there" with another guy. This admiration from someone of the same sex was a new experience, but I found I liked it. I hoped this night actually went where I thought it would. "Thanks," I said, pulling on my own gym shorts and tank top as Steve pulled his yellow tee shirt on. I was almost sad to lose the view of his torso, but the tight tee still showed off his musculature.

Putting on our shoes, we headed into the main workout room.

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Prior to hitting the machines we stretched out for a couple of minutes. My mind whirled as I watched Steve bend and stretch his athletic body. He was supple and tapered with hips a couple inches narrower than his shoulders. Steve's arms were nicely muscled from his swimming experience, as were his well shaped legs. I could see him checking me out as well, especially when I bent over for toe touches. My dick began swelling in my briefs creating a tent. Steve took in this sight and I saw him surreptitiously lick his lips.

"What do you want to hit first?" I queried, finishing my last upper torso rotation.

"Is that a trick question?" Steve said with a grin. "Looks like you're already lifting some weight."

Trying to sound casually nonchalant, I chuckled, glancing down at the obvious proof of my arousal. "Could be. How about we hit the weight bench. I'll spot you."

"Sounds good," he replied. Steve put 150 pounds on the bar and lay on the bench. I got a great view up his inner thigh as his shorts and boxers weren't overly taut. I saw the head of his penis poking from where his boxers had pulled up some as he scotched his butt farther toward the front of the bench. It appeared he was circumcised. My own cock surged once more in response.

Tearing my eyes from Steve's groin, I walked behind the bench and, straddling the head of it, grasped the bar in the center wirh both hands. I was extremely conscious that my now fully rigid seven inch hard on was just a scant foot or so above Steve's face where he lay below me.

Reaching up, Steve placed his hands palms up on the weight bar. "Ready?" I asked.

"For anything," Steve said, his eyes centered on my groin. I flushed red, knowing he had a perfect view up the legs of my shorts. Still, from the way he was looking, I didn't think he minded his view anymore than I did mine. Pulling the weight bar up from where it rested, I kept a grip until Steve had it adjusted to his own comfort. As he lowered and raised the bar I had a great view of his muscles expanding and contracting. I found the entire scene to be one of the most erotic of my life. After fifteen reps I helped Steve guide the bar back onto the brackets.

As his fingers released the bar he reached out and grazed my inner thighs with his fingertips. I let out a low moan as my pulse jumped. I had not been this horny in ages. Resting his fingers on my quivering legs below my shorts, Steve met my eyes. I could see his own dick was now creating a respectable tent as I had a bird's eye view. Flexing his fingers where they rested on my inner legs, Steve simply asked, "Yes?"

I felt as if my heart was going to burst, my pulse was pounding so hard. My ears had a roaring in them. I was on the cusp of fulfilling a fantasy I had had since the first time I discovered that a penis wasn't just for peeing. The decision was mine. Do I, whom had never been with another man, take the chance at exploring this side of my sexuality? I knew it wouldn't turn me completely gay as I was too fond of pussy for that..., still, once I ventured into this realm there was no going back. No pretending to myself that my fascination with the male form was just innocent meaningless curiosity. My eyes snapped to the twitching bulge in Steve's shorts. He was very obviously into this. Besides, I knew why I had brought Steve here when I first said he could accompany me. Taking a deep breath, I looked down at his face. He was waiting for my answer.

"Brett, if you're not comfortable with this, we can just finish our workout. I know you have no experience on this side of the street."

"No," I said breathlessly. "Uhm, I mean yes. Please. Go ahead."

Accepting my agreement st face value, Steve's supple fingers moved up. Softly he teased the hairs on my legs. My entire body tensed as he moved past the lower edge of my boxers. His right hand stroked my dick which surged in response. His left lightly cupped my balls which were pulling up tight against my groin. I felt like my knees would buckle. His fingers wrapped around my pulsating shaft, his thumb circled that magically sensitive spot right at the base of the head. I let out a groan as my knees bent without my conscious volition. I could feel the slickness as my precum leaked from the slit and was spread by his fingers. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

Removing his hands from my shorts, Steve sat up. I groaned in loss. Turning, he straddled the bench facing me. Looking me in the eyes he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers. I swallowed. That was so hot. I had experimentally tasted my own precum a couple of times, but never anyone elses. Steve pulled off his shirt, dropping it on the floor. Reaching out I stroked his chest. His skin was hard and yet soft at the same time. His nipples were dimpled. I ran a finger over an areola. Like a woman's, the nipples hardened. He shivered a bit. While there was no breast to cup as such, the muscled hardness of Steve's chest was intoxicating.

Steve placed his hands on my hips at the top of my gym shorts. "Last chance to change your mind," he said.

I couldn't have changed my mind at that moment if my life depended on it. My entire being was focused on him as his tongue did a small circle on his lips. The only thing I wanted in the world right then was those lips around my dick.

Sucking in a gasping breath I just nodded. As his hands began inching my shorts down over my hips, Steve leaned forward. He lightly kissed my abdomen by my belly button before swirling his tongue around the depression. Traces of fire seemed to follow wherever his tongue touched. My whole body seemed to burn with desire.

Sliding my shorts and boxers down, tongue following along my own happy trail, Steve finally freed my dick from confinement. I felt like it had never been this hard in my entire life. Looking down, the sight of him licking the bottom of my stomach just above my jutting member filled my entire consciousness.

Steve reached around and cupped my buttocks, strong fingers kneading and massaging my ass as he looked at my penis. My ass clenched spasmodically. His strong hands felt different from those of any woman I had ever been with, but not in a bad way.

"Very nice," he said. Steve pulled me toward him as he shifted forward a few more inches. The cool metal of the weight bar pressed across my stomach. Returning one hand to the front, Steve cupped my testicles, lightly rolling them as his fingers teased the fine hairs there. A drop of precum oozed from my the slit at the top of my member. Steve flicked out his tongue and licked it off. My whole body shuddered.

"Mmmm," he moaned. "You taste nice." Bending his head to one side, he kissed and suckled me right where the vee of skin comes up on the underside of my cockhead. I had to grasp the weight bar to remain standing as a jolt of sheer erotic bliss surged over me. I groaned.

When Steve opened his lips and engulfed the head of my dick in his hot mouth I thought I would die. His mouth was so hot and wet I almost came right then. Tensing, I fought back the urge. I felt the vibration as Steve chuckled, his mouth still on my dick. My scrotum cinched even tighter to my groin.

Tongue teasing the entire way, Steve advanced his mouth slowly down the length of my shaft. I was amazed when he actually reached the base, burying his nose in my pubic hair. I know seven inches is fairly average, certainly not a giant penis size, but none of my girlfriends had ever gotten more than half the length of me in their mouth before. I was in nirvana. Looking down I was totally enraptured by the sight of this handsome man with his nose in my groin, his tongue and tonsils tickling my hidden shaft. Holy shit!

As his back hand touched lightly on my asshole, I couldn't help but jerk forward some. I had no experience with anal penetration as none of my girlfriends had ever evinced a desire to insert a digit there. While he did not try to insert his finger, I gotta say that his tracing of my nether-hole felt amazing. I hadn't realized how powerfully charged the nerves there were. Steve pulled back slowly, lingeringly, his lips caressing every inch of my shaft as it slid out of his mouth. Just as he reached the apex of the head, as I thought he was going to completely remove his soft hot lips from me, he suddenly surged forward, engulfing my full length once more. I felt the head of my dick bumping against the back of his throat. It was amazing. Every nerve in my body was jumping and tingling. I couldn't even think. Could barely breathe.