I moved into my first flat the summer before I started Uni and by sheer luck I was the only one there for about a month. My other flatmates, whose rich parents were footing their bills, were still away with families for summer holidays leaving me a whole house to jack off in. Because honestly, that's really all I wanted to do. I mean I was 19 and horny as hell, not to mention I shared a room with my little brother right up to moving out and masturbating was always a frustrating affair that often left me unsatisfied as I quickly tried to stuff my dick back into my pants before someone came in without knocking.
I had been fucking my girlfriend at her house which helped let off some steam, but she'd broken up with me as summer started to find herself to find someone more serious. She wanted someone more mature, she said, someone who had a future. It didn't really bother me. I liked Jen, but I could live just as easily without her. I'd spent the summer at the gym instead of fucking her and was starting to really fill out. It was probably a good thing she'd left me, I thought as I watched myself in the mirror. I was starting to look really good.
I compared myself against the other guys I saw in there. There was a core group of us who attended almost daily. We never spoke, but we exchanged nods and watched carefully to see who could improve the most. I definitely stepped up my game seeing how weak my bench press was to theirs. I played rugby and never skipped leg day so my quads were decent but I always thought I lacked a bit of upper body strength. I would watch, fascinated, as the other guys would perform lifts. I liked to watch their muscles contract and their veins pop out. I even started to sport a semi sometimes. I thought it was just the adrenaline. No one could tell, or if they could no one minded. We were all just here to work out.
Yeah I know. He wairangi ahau. I'm kind of a dumbass.
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It's kinda gross but I'll be honest. I couldn't keep my fucking hands of myself in the flat. I was just horny all the time, and there was nothing stopping me from watching porn while I made myself dinner or did the laundry. I started with pretty average porn. Maybe I found myself searching for more muscled men, but I just liked the aesthetic.
I noticed when I had hit upon a particularly hot muscled stud I wasn't even watching the woman anymore, just the huge guy plowing her. I blushed as I came, watching his abs clench as he lost control. I looked in the mirror. It had never really occurred to me that I liked men. I mean, I dated women. We did all the things couples did. I'd always checked out guys but I thought I just did it in a checking out the competition kind of way. But maybe I was wrong.
After I worked out the next day I lubed up and tried something different. I couldn't see any reason not to try gay porn, no one was around to make fun of me and if it worked it worked. I clicked on pretty much the first link I saw that made my dick twitch- muscled stud takes twink, I dunno, something like that. The video was 30mins or so but to my surprise I blew my load about ten minutes in.
Fuck me.
I'd never been a quick shoot, kinda the opposite actually. I lasted hours with Jen. It used to annoy her that I could make her cum a few times and sometimes wouldn't even finish myself. At the time I just thought I was that good, but it was starting to become obvious it wasn't my natural prowess.
As I lay there panting covered in my own cum I gently teased my nipples. Huh. Ok. Well I wasn't quite ready to call myself gay but even I could admit I was into men.
This immediately made the gym trickier to navigate. I had always stared absentmindedly at the other guys but now I knew I wanted to fuck them I felt weird about it. I tried to focus on music instead, and count the tiles on the wall, I even tried watching Parliament TV as I worked out- I thought maybe the dull content would quell my raging desire. Inevitably though my eyes would start to drift and I would find myself watching someone, admiring them, and starting to grow hard. It was a nightmare.
My stamina wasn't improving either. I thought masturbating a lot was meant to make you last longer but I was finding the opposite. Since I'd discovered I liked dick I'd been cumming faster and faster. It made me nervous, I wasn't sure if I could last in real life. I usually came within five minutes now, but I had shot even faster. Luckily I was ready to go again pretty quick, and I could keep doing that for a couple of hours if I felt like it. It was kind of fascinating how much watching men plough each other turned me on. I couldn't believe I hadn't realised it earlier.
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Eventually I noticed a guy watching me at the gym. It wasn't the aimless staring I had been doing, he was intensely watching, eyebrows raised. He grinned as I caught his eyes and sauntered over to me.
"Hey kid." He said. I was in the middle of a deadlift and I grunted as I lowered the bar.
"What's up?" I wiped the sweat off my face and tried to seem nonchalant.
"Seen you in here a bit." He said.
"Yeah I'm in most days." I avoided his eyes as I shook my arms out and reached for the bar again. He stopped me, touching me gently at the hips.
"You want to turn your hips in a bit." He said, directing me.
"Uh. Thanks." I stuttered. He slowly moved his hand down my thigh and squeezed it.
"You're causing a bit of unnecessary stress here." He looked up at me and I blinked uneasily. He smirked. "I've seen you watching me." He said. I felt my face grow red and my throat go dry.
"I ... I ... uh..."
"It's ok." He patted my thigh gently. "No harm in looking." I swallowed. "Some of the guys will mind though. You should think about being a bit more discreet. Maybe try Grindr." I cleared my throat, still blushing.
"Is it that obvious?" I said quietly. He shrugged.
"To me, yeah." I tried to shake the tension out of my shoulders. "Don't worry about it kid. It's flattering. A young thing like you checking out men twice his age. I just thought you might not know there's a whole scene out there. You don't have to get your kicks at the gym." I nodded.
"I guess I should uhhh... be a bit more careful.." He shrugged.
"Unless you want old guys like me perving on you as you get changed." He muttered, rubbing my shoulders and easing some of the tension. I could feel myself growing hard, and I wished I'd worn something other than sweatpants. They were hiding nothing. He noticed and smiled. "Maybe that is what you want?" We made eye contact in the mirror and he raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"Maybe." I said eventually. He smiled and patted me on the back.
"What's your name kid?"
"Jack."
"Mitch." He said. "I'm a personal trainer here. I'll give you my card." He disappeared and found a business card which he gave to me with a squeeze of my shoulders.
The rest of my workout was fucked- I was too worked up. I didn't even bother showering, just biked home and threw myself on my bed with my hand down my pants. I imagined Mitch, and the other guys at the gym watching me shower, admiring my physique and the semi that I almost always sported now. My dick was pretty decent. It hung down roughly four inches totally soft and grew to 6-7ish hard. It was girthy and veiny. I'd always been pretty proud of myself. I squeezed my balls as I imagined Mitch kneeling before me, getting me really hard with his mouth before turning around and presenting me with his- shit. I grunted as I came. I was even cumming prematurely in my fantasies now.
I lay in bed, gently touching my body and waiting for my dick to wake up again. I wanted to imagine diving into Mitch's arse, fucking him with a hand on his back to keep him steady for me. I took a shower, playing with myself until I became erect again. I started the fantasy later this time. I was already deep inside him and he was moaning my name. He was my bitch. He looked over his shoulder at the young stud with his cock seven inches deep and bit his lip. I smacked his arse on his muscled cheek.
"Arch your fucking back, karihika." I ordered. He obeyed me with a moan. He loved being told what to do by a cocky young stud-
Albeit a cocky young stud who couldn't control himself. I whined as my dick started shooting again. I didn't know what the fuck was wrong with me. I finished my shower, still horny, and changed into a t- shirt and jeans. The friction on my dick was annoying, but I had to stop wanking at some point. I tried to ignore my aching balls and get on with housework, I wanted to make sure the place wasn't a total mess when the guys arrived again. As soon as the house looked ok I sat in the living room and downloaded Grindr, playing with myself through my pants.
