Why is it that I pass him nearly everyday and still I cannot find the courage to talk to him? I don't even know what I would say if I ever did get the courage to talk to him. Would I stumble my words? I think I probably would, one look into those crystal clear blue eyes and I would turn into a trembling mess.
If I ever told any of my friends about this they would laugh it off, after all, I am 23 years old, I hold myself tall at 6ft 4inches, I have what I guess you would call a 'muscular' build. Yes I'm one of those, the young guy walking down the street, looking sexily comfortable in my cut off jeans and T-shirt, typical blond messy hair, and deep green eyes.
I guess I have been called a good catch and an even better lay if they can succeed in getting me to bed. My female friend's always complain and try to convince me to become strait, fact is, they haven't a hope in hell and they know it. Simple fact of the matter is I love cock, love the feel of a guy's chest pressed tightly to mine as I feel his cock buried deep inside my ass.
To be honest I have fucked around a little but it doesn't really interest me, I want love, I want to fall head over heels, see stars, butterflies in my stomach kind of love. Completely unrealistic right? Well maybe, maybe not, time can only tell. Time is something I don't have right now though; I have woken up in the middle of a fantastic dream about getting well and truly fucked by my mystery guy only to find I am already 15 minutes late for work.
I work at LA fitness as a course instructor. So as much as I want to lay in my bed and try to revive that tingling dream I was in the middle of I cant. I curse as I jump out of bed and grab some clothes from the floor. I don't have time to shower or anything so as I open the front door to my apartment I pull my jeans over my ass.
There is a young woman across the street watching me intently; I give an exasperated sigh as I jump into my car. As I hit the gass I realise I have no shirt to put on, cursing again I push the gass some more as I speed off to work. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to at least look like I have combed my hair, I look up into the mirror and glare at my reflection, my hair is completely tousled and I have fine blond stubble appearing around my jaw.
I pull into the gyms carpark and run into the cool air-conditioned building. A whistle sounds throughout the reception as I walk past,
"Honestly Michael, have some respect for your elders,"
I wink at the young lad behind reception.
"With a body like yours I will respect you any time, sir"
Michael's lust filled voice follows me down the hall as I walk into the room where my class is held.
"Sorry guys"
I say as I walk through the room surveying all the young fit men and women who are standing around chatting and stretching.
"Slept in eh Ryan!"
Someone calls from the back,
"More like got some cute piece of ass last night"
A familiar voice teases. I look over at Kevin, giving him a dirty look with a hint of a grin before I turn and smile around the room.
"All right, all right, I hope your all stretched and ready to begin, I'll just get some shorts on and we can get started!"
The class was good and served to revive my foggy brain and feel that buzz that I get after every class. We did a slow warm down after the energetic movements we had been doing throughout the class and as I said goodbye to everyone I prepared to take a quick shower before I had to go and meet my new class. I grabbed a towel and headed for the shower. I let the hot water rush over my body, feeling the hot droplets caress my skin.
My mind returned to the dream I had been having that morning, I imagined the stranger I had been seeing kneeling in front of me, sliding my hard cock between those hot lips. My hand moved down between my legs, wrapping my fingers around my shaft squeezing softly. A small moan escaped my lips as I imagined his lips sucking the head of my throbbing cock. I let my eyes close and surrounded myself with the thought of this sexy stranger giving me a good sucking.
I supported myself against the wall, the water still pounding down over my body. The lazy movements I had been using turned into my hips bucking, little groans escaping my lips as I began a good fist fucking. I never heard the soft creak of the shower stall opening; the first thing that alerted me to someone being with me was the touch of his or her hand on my tight ass. I gasped out and spun round to see who had caught me jerking off in the shower. As I turned my cock met the soft open and willing lips of Michael, I was too far-gone to care and I thrust my cock into his awaiting mouth.
My eyes closed as I thought of the sexy stranger, how I wanted to have his cock buried in my ass, I was bought back to reality with a crash as Michael's tongue slipped over my glands, making my hips buck in response. His finger moved slowly to the crack of my ass, I knew I should stop him, He was only 18 years old after all. But my body wouldn't seem to obey my mind as my legs spread to allow this young kid access to my ass.
I steadied myself against the wall as his finger slid inside my hot little hole. His manipulations of my body were having the desired effect; I gasped out, trying to warn him that I was going to cum if he continued. But my voice failed me and all that came out was a strangled cry as Michael began to suck me harder, working his tongue over my sensitive skin, driving me to new height's as yet another finger joined the first in my tight ass.
I couldn't take it; I laced my fingers into his hair, imagining the light dusky blond hair of the stranger, feeling not Michael's, but the stranger's lips surrounding my cock. My body jerked, as my cum flooded the boys mouth,
"Ohhhh god yess make me cum baby"
I fell back against the cold tiled wall of the shower cubicle, I watched as if detached from this situation as Michael continued to clean my deflating cock. When he looked up at me, he just looked so sweet I pulled him up towards me and kissed him lightly on the lips. I expected him to say or do something... I'm not really sure what I was expecting but when he pulled away, smiled at me and walked out of the shower stall... well I wasn't sure what to do.
I looked up and my eyes caught the clock, a day for being late it would appear. I hurried to wash my hair and dragged my shorts onto my still dripping wet body before running once again for my next beginner's class.
"OK sorry guys! I'm having a day of running late, I hope you all found the place OK and your all ready to start stretching and preparing for a proper work out!"