First time gay experience with the gym manager [MM][gay][anal][firsttime][interracial]

*My first story, and it’s long. Please be gentle.*

I first started swimming when I was a child. I was pretty active, back then. But as I got older, I started to focus more on academics and less-athletic pursuits, and by the time I was in my mid-20s I wasn’t exercising all too often. I started hitting the weight room three times a week and after two or three years I had developed some pretty good strength, but I will still a little chubby. I decided I had to lose some of the excess body fat that I had put on over the years, and the best wayh to do that was with diet and swapping in cardio for weights.

That’s when I started swimming again. I joined the gym near my house and started swimming a few times a week. First 500 yards, than 1000, than 1500, then I started swimming about 2000 yards every few days. Being in the pool was both a throwback to my childhood spent on swim team and a tranquil way to clear my head: no distractions, just me and the pool.

After five months of careful diet and fastidious dedication to my exercise program, I had dropped a jaw-dropping 20 pounds. I was now 5’10” and just 170 pounds, now looking like I was mostly lean mass I starting seeing definition in my muscles I didn’t know I could have – large, rounded deltoids cutting sharply into triceps and biceps that formed an intimidating mass of muscle. My back was sinewy and full of clear delineations between muscle groups, and my abs were starting to show definition of their own. Best of all, around my waist you could just start to see the beginnings of an adonis belt: the crowning jewel of the male body, at least the one I always notice when subtly checking other dudes out in the locker room.

The more weight I lost, the more attention I was receiving from women. I never had more flirtatious smiles, lingering gazes, and half-opened mouths directed at me in my entire life. I even noticed that some other men were admiring my musculature the way straight dudes tend to at the gym. I relished the attention, thrilled to be an object of desire for the first time in my life.

During this time I would always chat up the employees and the lifeguards as I entered and exited the pool. I became pretty friendly with the manager, a black man a few years older than me named Damien. Through snippets of small talk we shared over the months, I gained the accumulated knowledge that he had started out his career at the gym as a lifeguard and still pitched in covering shifts at the pool when they were understaffed. I usually hit the pool right before the gym closed, and it was usually just him and a few other employees closing the place up at night. I’d joked with him that being the manager, he’d have the dream opportunity to work out or swim after-hours with no one around, and he mentioned that it was one of the benefits of being manager. Little did I know how I would soon become one of the perks of his job.

One day after a hard, long day at work I hit the gym a little later than usual. Damien wasn’t at the front desk but I found him at the pool.

“A little late today, huh, Randall?” he asked with a raised eyebrow as I entered the pool.

Damien, I should note, was absolutely gorgeous. Dark, smooth skin with a model’s face and a bodybuilder’s physique, he stood at about 6’2″ with hardly a shred of fat on his frame. I’m straight, but every time I saw him lifeguarding at the pool, I had to force my eyes up away from his torso to meet his.

“Yeah, looks like I’m going to cut my workout short today if I want to take a shower before you guys close,” I said, stepping up to the pool and starting to swing my arms in circles, loosening them before my swim.

He looked around. There was no one else in the pool.

“We’re not even busy,” he said. “Tell you what — you swim as much as you need. I’ve got to clean up around here, and you can swim right until we close. You do your thing, swim, hot tub, shower, and we’ll make it work. I might even go for a swim myself after we close.”

I grinned instantly. How could I refuse his offer of special treatment? Nothing made me happier than getting an insider’s deal, than being welcomed into some sort of inner circle.

“I don’t want to get in your way, but if you’re offering, hell. I’ll take it. Tell you what, I’m just going to swim until closing time then hop in the shower. I won’t even be in the way.”

“Sounds good, man,” he replied with a smile. “Trust me, we won’t mind.”

I thanked him and started swimming. I had only about 45 minutes to swim, and honestly, that was probably more than enough. I rarely exceeded that, so I didn’t expect to be in the way too much as the staff closed. But two things happened while I was swimming: my mind kept drifting to Damien’s eyes as him saying “we won’t mind” replayed over and over in my head, and I lost count of my laps. Soon I was exhausted by I didn’t want to stop. I had so much stress from my workweek that I didn’t want to get out of the pool, and with each stroke my mind drifted further awya from code and reports and closer to the strong, sexy man that currently the only other person in the room with me.

I wasn’t physically exhausted yet but I figured I had to stop. I finally touched the wall and took a few deep, panting breaths. I glanced up at the clock. It was 9:40.

“Holy shit!” I said, looking for Damien, who was over at the hot tub. I was 40 minutes past closing time!

“Damien, I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I swam for that long!”

He threw his head back and laughed.

“No worries, man! You really went for it! I’m basically done here; I’m going to take a swim myself. Feel free to use the hot tub, shower, whatever.”

I said sorry again, embarrassed that I had lost myself in the pool like that. But hey, who was I to say no to extended hours? I hopped in the hot tub and watched Damien do some sprints from one end of the pool to another. His stroke was smooth, powerful, controlled, and kind of beautiful. I stayed in the hot tub for about 10 minutes, unsure if I should wait for him to finish and thank him before I hit the showers.

When it seemed like he wasn’t finishing any time soon, I decided to get out of the tub and hit the showers. I left the pool area and walked through the tiled hallway that connected the male locker room to the pool. Right as I entered the locker room I heard footsteps behind me and saw Damien dripping wet, patting a towel on his body as he followed me. We made some small talk about high intensity interval training as we headed to the shower stalls.

This was an old-fashioned shower area, with zero privacy barriers and just a dozen or so shower heads and soap dispensers. I was wearing a pair of black jammers — think boxer briefs but for swimming — that tightened with a draw string and he was wearing a pair of casual trunks. As we continued our conversation in the shower, he stripped his trunks off and hung them on the hook next to his showerhead. Embarrasingly, I had tied a super tight double-knot on my drawstring and couldn’t get them undone! Frustrated, I left them on.

Damien, now nude, turned around and faced the shower, letting the water run all over his body. I couldn’t help but admire his backside, from his muscled v-shaped torso down to his tight, firm ass. As I watched the soap suds flow over his cheeks I couldn’t help but think to myself, “DAMN. So THAT’S what a bubble but looks like on a guy.” My heartrate picked up and my breath became shallow — wait, was I actually attracted to him?

Thankfully, I had averted my eyes from him as he turned around and saw me, still in my suit. He raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who showers in his suit?”

I could almost feel myself blush.

“No,” I said bashfully, pointing to my crotch. “It’s just that I can’t get this knot undone here.”

Damien grinned. “Need help?”

I froze, jaw open. I wasn’t gay, had never really entertained the thought of sleeping with other men. Not like I was against it or repulsed by it, the thought had just rarely enter my erotic imagination. But here, alone in the shower with a gorgeous, athletic man, I was starting to entertain feelings I didn’t even know I’d had.

A few tense seconds lingered. I looked at him and nodded slowly. He stepped over to my shower and said, “show me.”

I breathlessly grabbed the drawstrings from within my jammers and pulled them out from around my package. Damien grabbed the knot and attempted to untie it. One hand remained on the knot while another hand slid around my waist and came to rest on my left cheek.

“This *is* tight, isn’t it,” he said in a low voice, not really asking a question.

I could feel my dick hardening underneath my suit as butterflies started flapping furiously in my stomach. Encouraged by the look on my face and the growing bulge beneath my waist, he grabbed the sides of my suit firmly and tugged down. The waistband was tight but he bent down and started shimmying my jammers down my ass, slowly peeling them away. They caught on my now-erect penis, which was straining to get fresh air. He smiled as he finally pulled them over my cock and the thickest part of my ass, letting them drop with a louder-than-expected plop onto the shower floor.

I looked down at his cock, and it was massive. Not even fully hard yet it looked like it was about 6 inches long, and *thick* – I wasn’t sure I could even fit my hand around it.

“Need any more help?” he asked, and I could only reply “yes.” He turned me around and had me face the wall, where I put my hands to brace myself. He squirted some soap into his hand and pressed his muscular body up against mine, his now-hard cock pressing against the top of my butt.

Feeling another man’s hard cock against my body for the first time made my cock feel more engorged with blood than I could ever remember. My cock — well, let’s just say that I’ll never be a porn star, but I’ve never entered a woman without her gasping before. Damien started kissing my neck and reached around with his soapy hand and started lathering my cock, grabbing it firmly at the base and stroking it slowly up and down, not quite touch my sensitive cock head. He lathered my cock and lightly touched my balls, all the while running his lips all over my neck and upper back. He repositioned his hard cock so that it was exerting its upward force between my ass cheeks, and I could feel his hard shaft brushing close to my asshole. I instinctively pushed my hips back against him, desperate for his hardness to contact my eager pucker.

I was no stranger to anal play — since I first started masturbating I had experimented with a finger in my ass. I’d even gotten a girl to peg me once, but the experience happened far less often than I’d hoped.

He spun me around and gently pinned me against the wall, and for the first time I kissed a man. I reached down for his cock and was shocked at the size — it was about eight inches long and I saw I was going to need both hands to handle his weapon of ass destruction. Our lips continued exploring each other as our hands jerked the other off, our mutual hardness blatant evidence of our attraction and arousal.

I’m not sure how long it was before he fell to his knees and voraciously took me into his mouth. His blowjob was the best thing I’d ever felt on my dick, far better than any woman. He was a cocksucking expert, wasting no time grabbing my ass with both hands and swallowing my cock up to the hilt. He gagged a bit but left my cock in his throat before gasping for breath as he pulled his head back. He grabbed my cock and started jerking it as he took my balls into his mouth, licking each one with a firm, flat tongue before taking each one into his mouth. He sucked me off a few minutes before he started creeping his hand towards my asshole and became playing with it, eliciting my loudest moan of the night. Encouraged, he reached over to the soap dispenser — it was low enough that he could still reach it while on his knees — and covered his hand. I felt a soapy finger probe the edge of my ass, and he moved his head up to my cock. As he enveloped my cock head with his mouth he slid the tip of his finger into my waiting asshole. I moaned and wiggled my hips back, but he didn’t take the bait. He wanted to do things his way. He slowly sucked me, and as he brought his mouth closer to the base of my cock, he pushed his finger deeper into my ass. He skillfully found my prostate and began sucking me off while he fingered my ass.

I was seeing stars and had to focus on standing up since the pleasure was making me weak in the knees. I was feeling myself approaching orgasm and I told him so.

He shook his head no. And with that he pushed a second finger into my asshole.

My eyes bulged a little and looked down at him, grinning a smug little grin. His long fingers felt amazing in my ass, and I wanted all of him. I wanted my mouth on his cock, licking his beautiful asshole, sucking every inch of his gorgeous body. I wanted to grab every part of him and bring him impossibly close to me, to consume every morsel of him in my lust. I wanted to fuck him and be fucked by him. But the mass in my ass refocused my pleasure away from my cock, and I felt my impending orgasm start to recede.

“Another,” I muttered, closing my eyes. He removed his fingers and squirted more soap into his hand, then returned his fingers to my asshole. It felt indescribably good when he fit a third finger into my rear end, though my cock started to deflate a bit. He slowly pushed his fingers in and out, finding the hard prostrate and expertly teasing it.

He returned his mouth to my cock and kept sucking. I looked down at the hardness between his legs and said, “Fuck me. Fuck my ass, Damien.”

He didn’t waste his time. He forcefully spun me around and practically threw me against the wall, not like he had to force me. I planted my feet and leaned over at the hips, sticking my ass out in what I hoped was an alluring way. He grunted – a low, animalistic noise – and squirted more soap onto his rock hard cock. I hoped I could take that monster but for some reason wasn’t afraid of it. I was so turned on, so overwhelmed and so perfectly warmed up by his fingers that all I wanted was his cock to fuck me, the sooner the better.

He placed his cock against my asshole and whispered, “ready, babe?” Feeling emasculated I breathily replied, “fuck me.” I winced with pain as his cock slowly entered my ass, stretching it in a way I’d never thought possible. I gasped with pain as he slowly press forward. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to relax, reaching down to slowly stroke my cock. Damien swatted my hand away and grabbed it for himself, gently stroking as he proceeded deeper into my ass. Soon he was in as deep as he could go, and he started moving in and out.

*I’m being fucked in the ass by a man,* I realized. *And I fucking love it.*

He started pounding my ass faster now, and I could feel my cock hardening under his expert ministrations. He bucked his hips into mine and I could hear him panting loudly — this must be as good for him as it is for me, i thought.

After a few minutes of pounding me, Damien couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” he said, half-asking for permission.

“Do it,” I said between gasps. He took his hand off my cock, which itself was nearing an orgasm, and grabbed my hips forcefully. He bucked his groin and let out a bestial moan, and I could feel him start to pulse inside me. As his huge cock swelled, it must have hit my prostrate in a way it hadn’t before, and waves of pleasure cascaded over me. I looked down and saw cum dripping from my cock — I was having an orgasm without him even touching me! My asshole started to grip his dick even tighter at the realization. As his orgasm receded and mine started, he reached around and once again grabbed my dick, jerking it off as he brought me to a final orgasm — I released a loud, high-pitched yelp as I spurted rope after rope of cum against the shower wall, before finally collapsing against the tiles and breathing deeply.

Damien slowly pulled his cock out of my asshole, and I could feel his cum and soap dripping out of my backside. We faced each other and he brought me tightly into his arms, and we tenderly gazed at each other and started laughing. We cleaned each other off as we talked about the experience — I even smacked his ass and told him that his was mine next time.

We both headed to the lockers and toweled off. As we left, laughing as new lovers do, I was surprised to see Jen, the assistant manager, using the computer at the front desk.

“There you are, Damien, I’ve been waiting for you to go over these accounts,” she said. “Hi Rand, you’re here late!”

I could swear she had a perverted glint in her eye as she said it. I could feel my cheeks blushing. I said goodbye to the two of them as they finished up their work day, wondering what she knew and how I was ever going to show my face around the gym again.

*Sorry that was so long. Any feedback is appreciated!*

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8cbb68/first_time_gay_experience_with_the_gym_manager