[FM] Early Bird Gets the Worm

So a few weeks back my University had their “February break” and most students went home for the week but I decided to just stay on campus. I have a pretty steady routine of getting up early and hitting the gym before classes and I wanted to keep that going on break. I have a 7AM class so I’m usually at the gym at around 5:30 (crazy I know) as you can imagine its not very crowded at that hour. Usually I see the same handful of people who have a similar schedule but I didn’t expect to see anyone during break. I was wrong about that.

When I walked into the gym, I saw Tom a decently tall, athletically built, ginger who I saw there pretty regularly, but had never spoken to besides some normal small talk and pleasantries. today since we were the only two people there, we actually talked a bit more and joked around some. I started messing with him pretending I was stronger than him and challenged him to a push-up contest. Even while I was doing girl-pushups he still beat me. He then challenged me to a bench-press contest and I told him how I’ve never actually done that before (more of a treadmill and yoga type girl). He was pretty shocked and said that instead of a contest, he’d show me how to do the exercise properly.

We started with just the bar which I moved pretty easily, but Tom kept adding small plates until I was struggling a bit. We was standing beside me and after the last set of plates my arms buckled a bit. He quickly rushed and grabbed the bar before I dropped it. He apologized and told me how he should actually be standing at my head to properly spot me.

He reset the bar, took a few steps and stood over my head. Once he takes his position I fix my eyes up towards the bar and I see it. The way he was standing over me gave me a clear look up his baggy gym shorts, and Tom was not wearing any boxers. As I look up, his one-eyed friend stared back at me. The angle I was at made it hard to actually see how big it was, but the way it hung limp and heavy down his leg made me realize this was no ordinary man. I regain my composure and say “uhhh you might want to back up a step or two.” Tom looked at me a bit confused “what?” he says. “your ‘friend’ is looking me right in the eyes” I tell him through nervous laughter. He looks down and realizes what I’m saying. His face goes beet red and he starts apologizing. I sit up on the bench and reassure him its totally fine, but I think I’m going to be done working out for the day. He seemed a bit disappointed and obviously embarrassed until I tell him that I think I’m going to hit the sauna and ask if he wants to join. Without hesitation, he agrees.

I make my way to the locker room and start to get changed. I’m wondering if Tom was picking up on the signal I was sending him when I asked. Should I go in with only a towel? Should I put my bathing suit on? I don’t want to make things awkward.. I decide to be bold and go with the former. I shimmy my yoga pants off and peel down my panties. I pull my sports bra over head, do my hair in a quick pony, and wrap a towel around myself. I slip into my sandals and walk through to the sauna area.

As I walk into the sauna any doubts about whether or not Tom was receiving my signals vanished. I open the door to see him sitting tall, arms spread wide, legs open, flaccid and hanging down on to the warm wood. “I see you made yourself comfortable” I say as I take a seat. “why don’t you join me?” He quips right back. “you knew what you were doing all along, didn’t you? I ask, he doesn’t say anything, only lets out a small chuckle. I unwrap my towel and set it beside me on the bench. Tom covers me with his gaze, then leans in to kiss me. I meet him in his approach and we pull each other close. Both our bodies beading with sweat in the dry heat. I reach down to grab him and immediately feel him stiffen in my hand, he feels about as heavy as that bar I was struggling to lift earlier. His pubic hair was red and unshaven, I could feel it and I began sliding my hand along him using his perspiration as lubricant. As we kissed he grabbed my pony tail and tilted his head back, he steered my head towards his neck and began kissing down his neck, shoulders, and chest. I could taste his salt, his skin, it was driving me wild. Finally I make my way down his body, my hand has him fully erect. I tease him first with my tongue, flicking the tip of his head and tracing circles around it. He begins letting out long sighs as I hold him in my mouth. Sweat is dripping down my forehead, down my cheeks onto him. Inch by inch I work him past my lips. My eyes are closed, I take him as far as I can expecting to feel his pubic hair soon on my nose, but when I open my eyes I see a lot of real estate left to cover. I wrestle down another inch and gag hard. I pull him out and take a breath. I start to stroke him but he quickly steers my head again towards his shaft. I take him in again and focus on just sliding my lips up and down across his head. I’m dripping sweat still, my nose and eyes are running from gagging, between my legs is soaked. I feel like a sponge being rung out over a sink. I feel him tensing up, and begin to grab his testicles, I very lightly roll them in my palm as I hear him sigh louder and louder. I start to feel them pulling upwards, I keep rolling them and I feel a spasm. He lets out a loud grunt and I feel it in my mouth. A thick mess pooling on my tongue, flowing back past my molars into my cheeks. I keep him in my mouth. My left hand working his shaft, my right hand still on his testicles. The mess keeps flowing out of him. Finally I pull away and swallow a couple of times.

He looks down at me, I must look like a fucking mess at this point. His hair is soaked in sweat, he says “holy fuck it is hot in here, I need a cold shower!” I laugh and agree. We both grab our towels and walk towards our respective locker rooms. Going from that heat immediately into the cold shower feels like bliss. I take my time getting myself together and walk out to the campus street, the sky is pink as the sun is coming up.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b0kccb/fm_early_bird_gets_the_worm