This is a fantasy exploration of some of my erotic thoughts. I would love your comments. This story is for adult readers only. Always engage in safe sexual practices.
Just another workout...or so I thought. I was working on my bench press and struggling with the second set. I knew I had more in me but I needed a spot to lift the bar off the bench. I looked around the weight room and saw Brian. We had met at the gym, and at that point we were just kind of "hi-how-are-ya" friends.
"Hey Brian! Give me a spot?" I asked.
Brian said "sure" and I took my position on the bench. Brian is a good looking black man around 30. He is about 6', and he has an athletic muscular build. He was wearing a T shirt and a pair of bike shorts, he often warms up with a spin class.
To assist me in my lift he positioned himself just inches behind my head, legs spread and his hands on the middle of the weight bar. Concentrating on my lift and looking up at the bar I found myself face to face with his um hummmm "package." I could see that he was obviously well endowed and the tight spandex of his cycling shorts made it obvious that he had a big set of balls and a nice thick long tool. I found myself oddly fascinated by the sight and I stared at Brian's genitals encased in the shiny black fabric. Before I changed the direction of my gaze I realized I had been looking a bit too long.
Brian smiled down at me and said, "ready to do this?"
I said yes and with Brian's help finished my final set. After that encounter I found myself thinking about the sight of Brian's equipment. I became aroused whenever I envisioned looking up at his spandex clad cock and balls. Although I considered myself straight the idea of cock began to get me horny as hell.
Brian and I began to lift weights together on a regular basis. One day we set an appointment to get in an early morning work out on a Sunday. The gym was virtually empty except for a women's yoga class. After the work out we showered. I was sitting on a bench in just my boxers. I was bent over to put on my socks. At that moment Brian walked out of the shower and drying himself off strode right in front of me, completely naked.
He was talking to me about next Sunday's football game. He stopped in front of me and as I pulled on my sock I found myself looking directly at his cock and balls. Brian kept talking about next week's match ups, his nude body just inches away from me. He had a Ying/Yang tattoo just below his belt line, and his pubic hair was trimmed short. He looked slightly aroused. Even semi-flacid his uncut cock was already 6" long and thick. I stared in a trance.
I think I may have been drooling, but Brian gave no indication that he noticed. He opened his locker next to mine and retrieved a bottle of moisturizer. Squeezing some onto his hand he began to work it into his shoulders, arms and chest. Extracting another generous dollup from the bottle he began to rub it on his flat muscular stomach working down his body. Still talking to me about next week's game and how he was having some guys over to watch it at his house, his hands spread the moisturizer down to his genitals. He rubbed the lotion on his balls and then started to stroke his cock with his greased hand. I could see his cock grow as he gave it a few nonchalant strokes. His shiny almost cock hung magnificently almost 8" in length.
"So do you think you can make it next Sunday for the game?" asked Brian with a knowing grin on his face.
"Uh... let me... yeah, yes... sure, " I stammered. My heart was racing and my head swam with a million thoughts. I was staring at another man's cock and it was getting me hot. Was Brian teasing me? Was this a trick? Was he just acting normal and I was reading too much into what had just transpired?
I left the gym confused and very horny. When I arrived home my wife was out and I immediately went into the bathroom and pulled my swollen cock out of my pants. I stroked myself to a powerful orgasm which helped bring back some of my composure.
The next Sunday I was at Brian's house for the game. He lived in a suburban neighborhood just around the corner from me. He greeted me at the door and lead me into the great room. Around a large flat screen TV were 4 other guys, a couple whom I recognized from the gym. The game started and there was the usual hooting and hollering whenever the home team made a good play. The ubiquitous beer and chips scattered about the room. At one point two of the guys, Bill an older guy about 40, and Mike another 30 something guy headed to the kitchen. When I turned around to adjust a pillow on the sofa I noticed Mike whispering something into Bill's ear and he had his hand firmly grasping Bill's package. Not wanting to be a voyeur I quickly turned back to the game.
Half time rolled around and Randy, an athletic 20 something guy with a surfers build and bushy blond hair, jumped up and yelled, "Half Time Porno!" He grabbed the remote and in an instant a big tittied blonde was pumping a huge cock down her throat on the screen. The room erupted in cat calls and yells of "suck-it, swallow it bitch, and yeah me next!."
Randy slapped the guy sitting next to him, and said, "What do you think Paul, does that dude have a huge cock, or what?"
Paul just said, "not as big as mine."