Snaps - the Gym

SNAPS-The Gym

By: Jstarret78

Editor's note: Memories, fantasies, tales I've heard, they are part of these short stories.

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I can't believe this.

After work I hit the gym before going home. I'm a single guy, living in a small comfortable apartment. Even if I work the late shift, I'll stop and work out. This gym is open 24/7, and you use your club card to open the door. It can be eerie being the only one there, but the door is locked and I don't really worry. I had worked the late shift this evening, so I arrived at the gym around two in the morning.

I headed for the locker room to change into my sweats. As I entered the room, I nearly ran into a guy coming out. We both said 'sorry' and went our ways. It's rare to meet someone else using the gym at this hour, and if I had my way, I'd rather be alone or with more than one other user.

No matter, I changed and headed for the treadmills. I couldn't help but look for the other guy, just to see where he was and what he was doing. I heard equipment working on the other side of the room and quickly noticed him using the weights. He wasn't wearing sweats, just gym shorts and no shirt. Usually, during normal hours, they request you wear modest workout clothes, but the guys and gals still show off. He looked to be older as his temples were graying. If I had to guess, about mid-fifties. Anyway, what did it matter.

Sometimes though, I'm a little intimidated when I see some of the more built-up guys, and often wish there were a way to build myself up, but I'm not that dedicated. I'm not skinny though, and at twenty-seven years old, have a rather standard physique. I'm one hundred sixty pounds, five feet, seven inches and Smooth. I'm a little self-conscious of my fair complexion and very little hair.

After exercising for about two hours, I decided to call it a night and headed for the locker room. I stripped down and entered the shower. They are small separate stalls, something I prefer. I was in the middle of showering when I noticed the other fellow walking to the next stall.

I finished up, toweled off and dried my hair. I returned to my locker and reached for my tube of hair cream on the shelf. Being a bit self-conscious, I put on my boxers before working in the cream and combing my hair back.

I looked his way when he walked into the room. It was more of a reflex then curiosity. He was holding his towel so it was not wrapped around him. He nodded to me and tossed his towel on the bench.

You know how sometimes you just unconsciously stare, at anything, a door, the floor, even a door knob, hypnotized. I don't know why that happens, but I was staring at him standing there, noticing his cock at half-mast. I quickly shook myself out of it and mistakenly looked up at him. To my embarrassment, he was still watching me. I turned fifteen shades of red, something I hadn't done in a long time. I mean, we were the only two people in the gym. I knew he saw my face turn red, so I immediately turned my back to him, to hide it. I reached into my locker for my shirt. I was feeling totally foolish.

The T-shirt was all messed up and inside out, so I began to rearrange it, momentarily forgetting about what had happened.

I was concentrating on the job at hand when I was jolted back to the present. He slipped his hand under the waistband of my shorts. I stiffened, looked up, but I didn't turn around.

I can't believe this. I was so startled, that I didn't say anything and stood there unable to react. That gave him time to reach my ass and take hold of it, his finger tickling between my cheeks.

I need to explain something, so that you understand what's going through my head. I'm not gay, not even bi. I have a great girl friend and enjoy a fulfilling sex life. She is responsive and loves to experiment. I take full advantage of that. That said, when I was turning twenty years old, I didn't have a steady and was always horning. I would jerk off to magazines or web-porn, and it helped. One day I traveled to visit old family friends, who had been like second parents to me. The first night, I was horny, but didn't have any material to help me out. I lay in the bed pulling on my cock, and though it was erect, I couldn't finish. I began playing with my ass to get some feeling. When my finger came close to my asshole, it got me excited, so I pushed my finger in me and in no time, I got off.

My girl and I had a vibrator in our bag of tricks and she enjoyed using it on me. I never said much, but I enjoyed it. When I did myself, I often imagined a cock in me, though I never imagined that actually happening, and I would never look for it. However, the thought didn't go away. So, here I am, what should I do, what do I want to do?

"How about it?" He asked.

Finding my voice, I said, "how about what?"

"I got a feeling you'd like some attention."

If I didn't do something now, I'm going down a road I never thought possible. This guy already had my ass in his hands without me saying anything to stop him. I couldn't believe it. My face was red again, my pulse rocketed and I felt a dizzy shivering in my groin. The thought that some stranger had hold of my ass, strangely excited me. The thought that I could get fucked had filled me with an incredible rush, but I didn't want to admit to it.

In that confused state, I just stood there silently. 'Say something,' I repeated to myself, but either, I was unable too or didn't want too. He didn't wait, and it didn't take him long to get down to it. His hand had a firm grip on my ass and with the other, he pushed my boxers down to my knees. When they reached my knees, they fell to the floor. Trying not to be noticed, I freed only one of my feet from my boxers. I was going to let him have his way. The feeling in me was so strong, there was no way I would refuse.

Now I was worried about him fucking me dry. I've seen videos where the guy spits on his cock and/or the guy's asshole, but I wasn't fond of that. As I wondered about it, his hand reached into my locker and picked up the tube of hair cream.

His hand, momentarily left by ass. Quickly, his finger returned and dug into my cheeks. I could tell they were slick as he searched for my asshole. When he found it, his finger slipped into me and caused me to visibly shake.

He was not a talker. His finger went in and out of me a few times, I assumed, to make sure I was well greased. I was going to get fucked for the first time. In expectation, my cock got hard, so I began to jerk off. At this point, I didn't care what he thought and decided to get off too.

"Bend over," he finally said.

I placed one hand on the locker and bent forward, pushing my ass out at the same time. His finger was in me using it to line up his cock. When he was satisfied, he removed his finger and began pushing his cock into me. His hands took hold of my hips. I spread my feet apart so I was comfortable.

Although he was trying to help me out by pushing in short bursts, he never backed out and was making steady progress. I felt the pressure on my asshole and worked at excepting his cock. The pain was rapidly increasing, but I didn't want to say anything. By the time the head of his cock popped in, tears were running down my cheeks and my legs were so weak from the pain, they began to wobble. But I didn't say a word, and he held me steady.

When his gland slipped in, he must have figured he was clear to start fucking me. He smoothly pushed his cock in to his balls. I could tell as his body met my ass. I marveled at the feeling. Even though the pain was still there, it was easing up. I had felt every inch as he entered me, shivering as it went in. Low grunts escaped me as my asshole adjusted and stretched to the demands. I've no idea how big he was, but damn I felt full of him. He was definitely bigger then the vibrator I used. He stopped after burying his cock in me. I settle down and braced against the locker holding my breath.

I still couldn't get it through my head, that I was doing this. I was moving my ass around, as if it were the most natural thing to do. His hands had moved from my hips to my ass. While I was impaled on his cock, he was feeling me up. I felt my cheeks part and imagined he was getting off at the sight of his cock buried in me. I didn't care, I was beginning to see this fucking through his eye and that was getting me hot.

"Great ass, kid," finally saying something.

I didn't reply, I was still a little embarrassed, just standing there, bent over. I could feel him pull out. He backed out almost his entire cock, waited a second and pushed it back in, causing me to grunt each time. I was moaning in between the grunts, backing into him when he entered me.

I was jerking off all this time, but a strange feeling in my groin was driving me to something else, causing me to push back harder, with each thrust. I tried to keep quiet, mostly out of shyness, but it was getting harder to do.

"Oh, oh," I whispered, "oh, geez."

"Keep that ass moving," he said, "doing good."

By now, I couldn't stop shaking, my legs refusing to work properly or even hold me up. I was hardly touching my cock, but it felt like every muscle in my groin was on fire, tightening up to a point it actually worried me.

"Oh man, fuck, what the?" I blurted out a little louder, "I can't hold myself up."

"It's time, you little cunt," he said as I felt a solid violent thrust. It was so violent; it took me by surprise and I nearly slammed into the locker. He pushed so hard it flattened my ass allowing more of his cock in. I certainly felt it, a short pain inside me telling me, his cock was buried. I regained my grip on the locker and pushed back, the two of us meeting at just the right time.

He lifted me up as I pushed back off the locker, my feet were off the floor, his cock and hands, the only thing holding me up.

"Ugg, damn it, damn it. Oh fuck, "he finally yelled, "oh, fuck this ass."

At the same time, I yelled out, "Damn it, oh shit," and came like I've never believe possible. It was a completely different feeling. The intensity, involving every part of me was indescribable. When the heat and tightness in my groin released, the explosion of pleasure almost drove me mad.

Our fucking slowly decreased, my feet back on the floor. With three more strokes, he abruptly pulled out. I stood there for a moment before turning around. He picked up the towel he brought along and cleaned himself up.

Examining his towel he said, "that was a clean fuck, kid, great." Then he headed for the shower.

I stood there bewildered, I could feel my asshole, I knew I'd been fucked. Inside and out, the residual feeling of his cock in me remained. I didn't know what to do next, so I picked up my towel and headed for the shower as well.

When I came out, he was already dress and packing his gym bag. He didn't look at me or say anything. I went to my locker, stopped, and looked at him, but he didn't acknowledge my presents until he hoisted his bag and headed for the door.

"Take it easy kid," is all he said as he left.