The clubhouse at my apartment complex has a well-equipped gym as well as an outdoor pool and shower facility. Strangely, these amenities are rarely taken advantage of by the people who live in the apartments. As it is, the sign-in sheet at the clubhouse routinely lasts for three months before it has been filled up and even then few signatures except mine are to be found on it. I guess it is part of the American lifestyle to be sedentary and not exercise or be social.
Fortunately, it is here this story diverges from the norm of the American lifestyle. For one day, my normal solitude at the gym was interrupted by quite the unexpected stranger. He wore a cowboy hat, denim cut-offs, a t-shirt, and cowboy boots. Who wears cowboy boots to exercise?
We took one look at each other and expressed visible shock at the wardrobe choice of the other. I was lying on my exercise mat stretching, wearing soccer shorts and a European jersey. After initially pausing with shock, he grunted his disgust at me, removed his cowboy hat, and sat down at one of the weight machines.
We mostly ignored each other for the next half-hour while I ran on the treadmill and he made the rounds on the various strength building stations. However, our mutual exertions led to the exercise room being filled with our pheromones. And I also began sneaking peeks at his well-defined body as his t-shirt raised during his weight lifting.
It was he that broke the ice though, as I finished running and he sat toweling off his sweat.
"You look like a cock sucker with those short-shorts on," he grunted.
I responded, "Do you have a problem with that?"
He sat quiet for a moment, and I could tell even this backwards wannabe cowboy didn't want to be considered a bigot.
He finally responded, "That's your businesses, I'm... I'm sorry."
Seizing the moment I said, "Don't worry about it. In fact, you look like a person who enjoys having his cock sucked."
"That I do," he laughed, not catching my pass at him.
"Well whip it out, then," I said with an innocent smile on my face.
He sat thinking for another moment; this was obviously a man not unaccustomed to whipping it out in public after being challenged to do so. Although in the past I am sure his cock was only exposed to prove that his bragging about its length and girth were not empty statements.
Hesitation over, and fear overcome, he lifted his ass up and undid his button and zipper, exposing a flaccid but long, fat dick.
"Very impressive," I said, and he smiled with the compliment.
Content with having shown his manhood he went to refasten his pants, but I moved quickly and took the cock in my warm hand.
"What are you doing?" he asked with a child-like expression on his face.
"Proving you're right," I responded, "I am a cock sucker."
