**Intro**
As I strolled into the gym, my blonde ponytail up high in a pink scrunchy, pink Nikes at the bottom of my smooth pale legs, and pink cotton booty shorts that were barely legal, I couldn’t help but remember the first time I came to this gym.
I winked at the cute black guy dribbling his basketball through the parking lot. He smiled at me – I couldn’t tell if it was my new implants poking out through my white crop top, or my sparkly lip gloss. Either way, he liked what he saw.
He reminded me of Trey, the handsome gym rat I met when I first came here. I wanted to suck his dick just for bringing back such beautiful memories. I just might.
**—Chapter 1—**
When I first signed up at Urban Flex, I was super nervous. I was still a boy back then, dressing up in lingerie and fucking older men behind closed doors, but a meek and nervous 18 year old in public. I was skinny and pale. The big, strong guys all looked at me funny when I went to the stair master and the medicine balls, wondering why I didn’t go for the bench press like the other guys.
Truth was, I didn’t want to be big and strong. I wanted to be slim, cute, and sexy. When the other guys would flex their biceps and their abs in the mirror, I would sneak looks at my tiny butt and flat chest and sigh. I just wanted to be pretty. I wasn’t sure if I would be happier as a pretty girl, or if I would just get fucked more. Now I know, the answer is both.
At first I only went once or twice a week. I was embarrassed and shy and kept to myself. As I jumped rope, stretched, and did my squats, I hoped the guys around me wouldn’t hear the Taylor swift I was playing on my headphones.
Most of the guys in gym class were nervous about getting in the shower. I never had trouble with that one. The only problem I had was not being obvious when I was checking out the other guys. So after every workout, I would head in to the locker room and take a nice hot shower. There was usually an older businessman, a construction worker, someone that turned me on. I saw cocks of all shapes and sizes, cut and uncut, white and black. It drove me wild.
And then there was Trey.
The first time I caught a glimpse of him in the shower, I damn near slipped and fell. His dark skin was pulled tight over a six pack, he was at least a foot taller than me, and his cock – my god, it was the size of my arm!
I don’t even remember how I got home that day. I just remember running into the house, slamming the door behind me, and finding the biggest, thickest toy I had. I didnt masturbate that day. I didn’t fuck myself. I made love to that toy. I swallowed it as deep as I could, in more places than one.
I started timing my workout trips on the same days and times as him. I didn’t want to seem too obvious, but I couldn’t help myself. It was like he put a spell on me. I would always rush home after, as horny as a schoolgirl, and lose myself in his memory.
One day, it was just Trey and I in the shower. It was a cold day, and the windows were open, making the shower room fog up with steam from the hot water. I don’t know if it was finally being alone with him, or the idea that I could hide behind the steam, but I was less than careful as I watched him shower.
White soap bubbles ran down his body and he used one hand to stroke his massive, uncut shaft. I gasped a little, but he didn’t hear me. I suddenly realized I wasn’t moving, and hastily started scrubbing myself to look busy.
“You’re not fooling anyone.” He said from across the room, his deep voice startling me. He had caught me looking.
A million scenarios ran through my head. Would he beat me up? Could I call for help? Would I be banned from gym?
“It’s okay. You can watch”.
This time, I know he heard me gasp.
“Are – are you sure?” I said.
“Yeah. But why don’t you come a little closer and enjoy the view.” He smiled.
My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Nervously, I looked around one more time to make sure there was no one in the room, before crossing over to his stall.
**—Chapter 2—**
“I’ve seen you looking. You’ve been looking for a long time. Have you ever been with a black guy before?”
“N-n-no” I stammered, my heart fluttering, “I’ve always wanted to.”.
“How about you give a brother a hand.”. He took me by the wrist, his big strong hand wrapping around my skinny arm with ease, and placed my hand on his cock. I was almost instantly erect, and my mouth started to water. Gently, he placed his other hand over mine, closing my palm around the top of his cock, and sliding it down towards the head.
His cock was thick, strong, and pulsing. My breath was shallow and rapid. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My nervousness was slipping away, and I didn’t even know where I was anymore. All I could focus on was him, and my body touching his.
I didn’t have my lingerie or my makeup with me, but in my mind, a switch had flipped. I was no longer that nervous boy – I was in girl mode, a sexy confident sissy slut. I dropped to my knees, the hot water running down my back, and placed his head into my mouth.
I opened my lips as wide as I could, and it barely fit. I wanted to swallow it whole, I wanted to feel him slide down my throat, and I pressed my face down into him as hard as I could, but I could barely take 3 inches of it without gagging.
He moaned and laughed softly. “You really want it huh? What a good girl.”. He ran his fingers through my short blonde hair, and I lost control. I wrapped my arms around his waist (they barely fit) and placed my hands on his hips. Bracing myself, I forced his cock down my throat again and again, gagging but not stopping, desperately trying to swallow as much of him as I could. I was completely lost in the moment, as as much as I wanted to deepthroat him for my own ego, I also wanted to impress him.
Sensing my eagerness, he placed a hand on the back of my head. Leaning forward, and bracing himself against the shower wall with his other hand, he began to force me down on his cock. He was gentle and slow at first, but as I gagged and moaned more, he became more excited. With that, he became more aggressive. My tiny dick was so hard I thought I would come any second. I hadn’t even touched it!
I slid my hands down from his hips to his muscular thighs, and then to his cock. I wrapped one hand around his cock (I could barely fit half of it in my tiny palms) and with the other, I began to carress his large, smooth sack.
His sack hung low, and felt so full. This is what a real man felt like. He moaned as I carressed him, the warm water on our skin adding to the sensation. We were both in heaven.
**—Chapter 3—**
My mind was as foggy as the room we were in. I was lost in the sensation. The smell, the taste of his skin, the pressure of his hands on my head and his cock, now in my throat as I slowly swallowed more and more of him. He was training me. I wanted nothing more than to be his fuck toy. I wanted to spend forever in this moment, on my knees, wet and naked – being used.
My hands dropped to my side, and I gave over control completely. Grasping a fistful of my hair with one hand, he gently placed the other under my chin. I was no longer sucking his cock – he was face fucking me. He became more aggressive, grunting and swaying his hips, forcing my head back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of my throat. I could barely breathe, but nothing would pull me away.
His moans became louder, he began to move more rapidly, his legs began to quiver. I knew what was coming, and oh god I was so excited. My pounding heart stopped, I couldn’t hear anything, I was limp and frozen, and then it happened.
He let out a long, low grunt, slowly turning into a roar. His cock pulsed in my mouth, and he slammed himself deeper than ever before, down into my throat. The first spurt went straight into my stomach, and then he pulled back, moving his strong hand from my chin to his cock. He pulled me off by my hair, stroking his cock rapidly, and placed his head on my tongue just as began to fully unload.
He sprayed over and over again, grunting and shaking with each burst, and filling my mouth completely. I dared not swallow, holding my mouth open, looking up at him with dazed, hungry eyes. After what seemed like an eternity, he stumbled back a step, gently placed a hand on my cheek, and whispered “Good girl.”.
With his approval, I closed my mouth and swallowed his cum. It was delicious – thick and full. I was so proud.
“Call me Trey,” he said, grabbing his towel, “and be here tomorrow.”.
On my knees in the shower, covered in cum, spit, and smiling like never before, I winked at him.
“You know I will.”.
**—Epilogue—**
Ah, memories. The beautiful and slutty stories that helped me become who I am today.
I smiled a little and looked back at the gym as I climbed into a white Mercedes. The Basketball players name was Dion. The car shook a little as he tossed his ball into the trunk and slammed the lid. My heart started to race as he came around to the driver’s door and climbed in. I finished touching up my lip gloss just in time. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled down his basketball shorts, and shoved his thick, sweaty cock down to the bottom of my throat.
Hey, a girl’s gotta get her protein..
**Notes from the Author**
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