It all happened as many of these things do as a simple mistake, but what a mistake. I d been going to this particular gym for about 8 months. I m normally a early riser so I d get in there first thing in the am when it was completely empty, do my thing, shower change and still beat most of the office to work.
Then I got moved to a project that required night work for a few weeks. After a week of being all mixed up I d adjusted to getting up at 10 PM instead of 5 AM. I decided I should try working out late in the evening before work. It was better than slacking like I had been.
So I packed my bag, and headed off to the gym dark and late one evening. I got there close to 11 and was greeted by a huge, gorgeous attendant. Hey man the gym closes at 11 Bill (that was the name on his tag) said.
Shit. Well can I get a couple of minutes in? I just started night work and can t get here any earlier I complained.
It must have been the defeated, pleading look on my face that helped because Bill looked around and seeing the place empty leaned over the counter and said Tell you what I normally work out for about an hour after I lock-up, if you ll spot for me, I ll let you stay and work out with me.
Cool, deal. Let me run in the back and change I said running into the back to my locker.
I came back out to a gym locked up for the night, most of the light were out, except for those around the free weights and the locker and shower area. Leaving the place with a weird sense of isolation the familiar nautilus machines turned into weird dark sculptures. All and all a weird sight.
Hey, man nice pecs I hear with a strong hand closing on my shoulder, making me jump out of my skin. Hey sorry I scared you. Bill said with a slight chuckle. Where do you normally start.
I normally run arms, shoulders, back then chest and legs last. I said turning. It was hard not to notice that he was completely ripped up. He d changed into a pair of short nylon shorts, which outlined his cock nicely and a half shirt.
If he noticed me checking him out, or my cock starting to tent out my own shorts, he didn t lead on. He just agreed with my rotation and we started, me on arms, him on shoulders. We worked around the free weights, our grunts and groans echoing back from the rest of the dark gym. I couldn t keep my eyes off him. Every movement sent more and more muscles rippling. God I was in heaven. I just wished the grunts and groans coming out of each of us were of a more personal nature.
Soon we were both covered in sweat. I looked up to see Bill stripping off his shirt and throwing it in the corner. Hey man, get comfortable. No old ladies to be offended by a shirtless guy at this time of the night. Bill joked. Heck if it wasn t a tad dangerous to have everything hanging out I d work out naked
My cock almost ripped through my shorts with the thought if this stud naked with his cock flopping as he pumped iron. After a second or two of consideration I shed my shirt too. Well I wouldn t want to be over dressed would I??
I managed to work through the rotation to chest, and set the bar up for my chest work out. Bill came around to my head to spot and I started my set. Half way to go I glanced back to realize I could see right up Bill s shorts. I was pleasantly greeted by a thick cock and heavy balls, hanging free of any underwear. I know my cock was standing out in my shorts so I finished the set quickly and Bill and I changed places.