Gym Buddy – Part I [MMF] [cuck] [oral] [handjob] [blowjob] [sex]

This is the one of the first stories I wrote for someone, and they have granted permission to post it here, though they prefer to remain anonymous. If you are interested in a personalized story, please feel free to message me and we’ll talk about the dirty details!

​

I was used to people looking at me at the gym, and why not? I’d struggled with my weight when I was younger, but in my early thirties I took control of my weight, my health, my life. I bulked up, lost the extra poundage, and became someone people wanted to fuck. I picked up women at the gym regularly. Not necessarily trying to. This was about my own health after all. But once I had the arms, the chest, the back. Once I’d lost the gut. Women just started approaching me, sometimes at the machines, sometimes on my way out. And sometimes it was just fun flirtation. But sometimes we’d grab a juice, a drink, head back to one of our homes and muss up the sheets.

But this was different.

I noticed him looking at me first. He wasn’t bad looking. A little scrawny. For a second I envied him a little. Having been fat and working my way to buff I always felt a twinge of jealousy around people who started skinny. But, though skinny, his muscles were… just okay. I also found myself judging people, perhaps unfairly, since bulking up myself.

But it wasn’t just him giving me the eye. He was with a woman, a little shorter than him, and she was the one I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. I could tell that she was noticing me noticing her, but I think it was more because the guy kept looking me over. She was stunning. Petite and curvy, small, cute mouth with a flirtatious smile. If she hadn’t been with him, I might have tried to get her attention. I couldn’t even really tell if they were together, but they were at least there together.

However, she did approach me. I had finished my workout and was walking back toward the locker rooms after finishing with the weights, and she stopped me. I was always curious to know what the opening line would be. Sometimes it was “Can you show me how to do this?” or “Could I take you for a juice and pick your brain a little?” This one was much more blunt.

“I know you saw my boyfriend looking at you. He wants to know if you want to fuck me.”

I was so taken aback, I didn’t know what to say except, “When?”

She smiled. “Well, we’re almost done here, and we live around the corner. Meet us out front?”

I looked over her small frame. She came up to about my chest. Her breasts looked perky and round squeezed into her sports bra. Her butt was really round, as well, and her short legs were toned. She had me wondering what else was under those tight clothes that, frankly, left little to the imagination.

“Sure,” I said. “Meet you outside.”

I started back for the locker room when she called back. “Don’t shower.”

This was clearly gonna be nothing like I’d ever done before, and frankly that fucking excited me. I realized as I was grabbing my stuff how many questions I had. Was he gonna be watching? Was he gonna take part? Was he just gonna be in the next room listening? With each question I thought, “Would I be okay with that? Would I be into that?” I surprised myself that the answer just kept coming back “Yes!”

I stood outside the gym, my clean clothes packed up in my knapsack, smelling sweaty from my workout, my gym clothes still sticking to my muscles, trying not to get a boner in my gym shorts as I waited for them to come back out imagining what might be in store.

They walked out together, arm in arm.

“Oh good, you’re here,” she said.

“Were you afraid I’d chicken out?” I asked.

“They usually do.” He spoke. I was wondering if he would or if he was going to be the mute bystander. However… usually?

The girl spoke next. “I’m Vick, by the way. This is John.”

“Mason,” I said.

She touched my arm and squeezed my muscle a little, “I like that.” I wasn’t sure if she meant my muscle or my name.

“Well?” I hinted.

“Yeah,” she said, “let’s go!”

Their place really was right around the corner from the gym. We walked inside, and it was small, cute. Really had the feel of someone’s first apartment. I wondered just how young they were to have the kind of relationship where they’d at least attempted something like this before.

Vick led the three of us into the bedroom and said, “Well, who wants to start?”

John looked to me, seeming either to be too shy or start in front of me, or to truly want me to start. I figured, here we are, I might as well dive in dick-first, as it were.

I walked up to Vick and took her still sweaty body in my hands. I smelled her hair and her musk as I leaned down and pulled her face to mine. Her small mouth eagerly met mine in a very passionate kiss. Her hands sat on my pecks where they had just naturally landed, but she was pressing on my chest, rubbing my muscles. My hands automatically wandered without even knowing if that was appropriate, yet. I rubbed down her back and got a handful of her round ass. Giving it a squeeze, she gave a slight bite on my tongue as it explored her mouth. My other hand moved down her face, stroked her neck, and pulled her sports bra down until I felt a nipple, which I pinched lightly between my two fingers. While I pinched and we kissed, I kept rubbing her cheek and moving further down between her legs, pressing closer. She brought one hand around my back and up to my neck, following the curves of my muscles, curves I imagined she didn’t get with John.

We’d hardly done anything yet, and still we’d gone further in less time than I ever had and I was rock hard. Her belly was pressing up against my hard-on and her hands had migrated and were moving around my chest under my shirt.

She broke the kiss as she pulled my shirt over my head saying, “We should really get out of these sweaty clothes, don’t you think?” She stood back, hands still on my sweaty shoulders and looked over my torso. A sly grin broke out across her face as she stepped away from me and toward John.

I was standing topless in front of them both. John seemed impressed, too, seeing my body not just in sweaty, clingy gym clothes, but bared before him. She grabbed John by the front of his shorts and pulled him toward her into a kiss, pulling his hard cock out as she did. I dropped trou and stood before them in just my boxers. Vick was pulling down John’s shorts to reveal absolutely nothing underneath. Is this how they always went to the gym?

The two fell onto the bed making out, so I climbed over, as well, reached to the waistband on Vick’s yoga pants and pulled to reveal the cutest bare pussy I’d ever seen outside of a porn video. I pulled her pants the rest of the way down and looked up to see that she had John’s hard dick in her mouth and he was feeling up her boobs. So I took that as the go-ahead to plunge tongue-first into her warm, soft, already-wet pussy. She had to be all of 22-years-old, I told myself hoping she was at least 20 and feeling like the dirtiest old man. Everything was still tight and bundled up neatly. I felt her hips buck up toward my face as my mouth wrapped around her pussy lips and my tongue found her clit. Usually I’d have a little more build-up; kissing, tickling, working my way up a woman’s thigh, playing gently with the outer lips, unfolding to run my tongue along the inner lips before pressing the button itself. But everything about this encounter proved that this wasn’t about being slow or sensual. This was about being fast and hot.

Her clit was pulsing against my tongue and I lapped it up. I wondered how many guys her age really knew what a clit wanted. Or maybe she’d only been with John, who was very clearly enjoying his blowjob, but currently giving her little else in return. Except, I guess, me. Her wet lips around his cock, her clearly very skilled tongue playing with his dickhead, was his reward for letting her have my face between her legs.

Her knees were wrapped around the back of my neck at this point, her tiny feet resting on my back. I knew John was getting a little extra buzz in his blowjob because she was moaning as I spelled out my name with my tongue along her labia and love button.

But I was throbbing, too, by now. Looking up at how she treated John’s dick, mine was aching for the same. I stood up, yanked my boxers off, and reached over to pull her face away from his crotch. I took her chin in my hand and watched as she closed her lips around his penis, slurping all the way to the head as I moved her in my direction. She saw my cock, alert and wanting her, standing at attention right in front of her and without hesitating, she leaned forward onto it.

John’s face looked rather goofy when she was blowing him, but as soon as I felt her wet mouth engulf my cock, I couldn’t really blame him. My eyes rolled back and it was instantly harder to stand up. But Vick was holding onto me, one hand on the back of my leg, the other digging her fingers into my ass, pulling all of me into her mouth, swishing her tongue around as though I were her favorite flavor popsicle. I held her sweaty hair in my hands helping her get all the way down, more of a task on my throbbing giant than on John’s perfectly average johnson.

I tossed my head back, her head was so good. I felt her lips move all the way up to my tip, release me with a smack, and engulf me again. Suddenly I felt a hand jerking me off while she sucked, but her hands hadn’t moved. I looked down to realize that John had started stroking me. I didn’t have time to think about whether I wanted this or not, whether I liked it or not, whether I’d be expected to do anything for him. Everything just felt amazing. His small hands, her small mouth, my huge cock.

I could hardly stand it, but I wasn’t ready to cum yet. I pulled myself out of her mouth, and put my hands down around her sports bra which had been sitting up just above her incredible tits. As I lifted it up over her head, her arms raised pulling her breasts up so her nipples pointed right at me. And as I released her arms, they bounced back in place, so perky and pert. I got right to work sucking on her nipples. They were actually quite small for the size of her areolas, but I was getting everything. Moving my tongue around, occasionally nibbling while squeezing, pinching, and pulling with my other hand. Alternating back and forth between her boobs.

“You have the most talented tongue,” she whimpered, “of any man I have ever met.”

I realized none of us had spoken throughout all this. Vick had been going between having John’s or my cock in her mouth, so all she’d been able to do was moan. I looked up at John, who seemed to be content at this point just sitting back and stroking his own dick while he watched me show him what his girlfriend really liked, while also focusing on the phrase “any man I have ever met.” Had she also had girls go down on her? And if so, when we were going to kick John out and invite another girl in with us?

But John was just stroking with his goofy grin as she asked him, “Isn’t that right?”

“Yup,” he said.

I turned my attention back to her, lightly kissed the sexiest little mole right above her right breast and went back to sucking her and pinching her while letting my free hand roam down to her soft mound. I parted her puffy lips with my fingers and slid right in. Her wet inner lips welcomed me and closed around my fingers as she audibly gasped. I thought I heard John gasp, as well, but I’d stopped worrying about him and was only concerned with showing Vick what she’d been missing.

I tried to think of all the tricks I knew, and turned my hand so I could make the “come here” sign with the fingers I had buried in her box. As I felt them touch the soft flesh of her G-Spot, her whole body started quivering. Her sighs and moans became more guttural. I really dug my teeth into her nipples and I stroked to roof of her vagina and she was near screaming.

“I’m cumming! Oh, God, do you like that, John? I’m cumming!”

She reached over as she said this and grabbed John’s penis, but didn’t stroke. She just squeezed. It was almost as though she were using it to steady herself. I kissed her neck and face as she refused to release her hold on John’s dick, her hips moving in opposing direction with my fingers as we worked together to make her orgasm last as long as we could.

But my cock, which had almost cum when her mouth was around it, was ready for more. I didn’t wait. I pulled my soaked fingers out of her dripping pussy and immediately replaced them with my cock.

Vick grabbed me around my shoulders and let out a full-on shriek, pulling me into her as she did. I slid in so easily and her juices felt insane as my cock thrust and pulsed inside of her.

“Oh, God, Mason! Mason, fuck me. Just fucking take me, Mason!”

There was no nuance now, just raw fucking. I pounded my meat in her, hearing her squish, my pelvis right against hers, pressing myself against her clit with every smack. She wrapped her legs around my waist, which is just about my favorite thing a woman can do, and pulled me tighter, harder into her.

“Fuck, Vick, you’re the hottest–” She cut me off with her tongue in my mouth as we kissed and fucked. At this point I almost felt I could go on and on, but her softness, her wetness, her passion, she was overtaking me and I could feel the swelling in my head as I was getting closer and closer.

She must have sensed it, because she pulled away and stood me up on my knees in front of her. She laid down under my cock and started sucking her juices off.

“Where do you want to cum?” she panted.

In that moment, I’d almost forgotten about John, but I looked over to see him almost furiously jacking himself. I moved to position my boner right over his face.

“Fuck, yeah,” she said, and scooted right over next to me.

She licked up and down my shaft as she stroked me, occasionally saying, “You want this, John?”

John just nodded as he pulled at his own erection. Vick slowly worked her tongue up the length of my shaft as she stroked me, and as her tongue reached just under my head and her hand pulled up on me, I let out a massive load right onto John’s face. He opened his mouth for it, but the cum got everywhere. She continued to stroke as I continued to cum, feeling the orgasm move through my whole body. I kept my arms loose at my side as Vick was in full control of my pleasure. I felt a wetness hit the back of my leg and realized John was cumming, too, as he licked up my cum from all over his face. I think he even reached his own head up and took my cock in his mouth for a little. All I knew is my dick was in heaven and the climax wasn’t ending. My knees were growing weaker, but I was going to hold myself right there until I couldn’t anymore.

Vick was still stroking every last drop out of me until my eyes crossed and I fell down on the bed next to her. She reached over, her perfect breasts dangling over my face. I used what little strength I had to take a nipple in my mouth and just gently move my tongue around it. She played with the cum still slowly dripping from my penis, sending me into aftershocks. I slightly bucked my hips up to meet her hand, and she squeezed me like she’d done to John earlier.

She pulled her nipple from my mouth and kissed me hard on the mouth. Then she got up, grabbed my backpack from where I’d dropped it, plopped it on the bed next to me and said, “Well, perhaps we’ll see you around the gym again.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dcvwjk/gym_buddy_part_i_mmf_cuck_oral_handjob_blowjob_sex