[MM] Gymrats

Gymrats
Collaborative fiction by u/__purpleisafruit__ and u/MrCuddlefish

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*P*

All the pics on my profile were taken late at night, in a very quiet 24 hour gym, in the very public changing rooms!

I’m always pretty relaxed at that time since no one is ever there, so that’s why I decided to do a photo shoot!

You have just got to the gym, expecting it to be empty also, and walk in to the changing room and begin getting undressed.

Then you notice me, fully nude, taking pics of myself round the corner.

Tell me what you’d do in that scenario (and what picture I’m taking)

;)

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*M*

I’m feeling pretty good – just finished up a run and the blood’s flowing all over. I feel loose, carefree… nothing on my mind. I head into the locker room for a shower. At this hour, the place is usually empty, so it’s a good time to just take a little pleasure in being slow. The shower’s hot… takes a little while at first, but once it warms up it feels so good to stretch out. I soap up good, make sure to run a finger over the rubbery bits of my rectum … and okay, maybe just slide it in a few times. God, it sends a jolt right to my cock, and for the briefest moment I’m hard… but this is a public place. There could be other guys here, after all. The finger slips out, and my cock softens. Patience… there’ll be time at home.

I shut off the water, feeling the instant kiss of the colder air on my wet skin. I’m starting to like the way my body’s looking these days. I’ve still got a little soft covering, but my abs underneath are pretty firm and defined, and you can see them poking through just ever so slightly… my legs are beastly. I have always had the ability to get those muscles hard, and when they’ve just had a little action, the definition just shines! Or maybe that’s just the harsh shower light. I grab my towel from the meager remainder of the pile. All the reasonable size ones are dirty, and this thing can barely tie closed. I can clearly see the outline of my still-semi hard dick against the threadbare terry cloth. I slowly head out of the showers and the thing just refuses to stay tied. By the third time it comes loose, I’m done with it. Nobody’s here anyway, and the towel bin is right there. Off it goes. Perfect – one less thing to worry about.

I’m almost to my locker when I first spied him – just barely a flash of skin, at first. Curiosity kicks in, and as I get closer, the whole tableau clicks, and suddenly I’m caught – my thought processes cease to exist, as I get the first good look at his naked body, my eyes laser focused on his beautiful, hard, cock. I look up, and catch him looking back, and for a moment, we lock eyes. He’s splayed out on his back on a gym bench, his feet on the floor as he strokes his glorious dick with one hand and holds his phone with the other. A video? He smiles at me, right as I involuntarily lick my lips…

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*P*

I was so absorbed in the self-indulgent photo-shoot that the soft patter of his bare footsteps didn’t even register at first. By the time I realised that I’m not alone in this usually empty changing room, it’s too late. He’s already standing in front of me. The shock of seeing his magnificent, strong physique, completely naked but for a few beads of moisture, temporarily paralyzes me and I am unable to move from my extremely vulnerable position.

I then snatch a glance at his thick, semi-erect cock and unconsciously smile as I meet his intense eyes. He licks his lips, perhaps unconsciously too, but that just makes my already stiff pole even harder.

I snap out of my trance, realising the absurdity of this scene, and quickly compose myself. I sit up on the bench, and my eyes align with his succulent length, which I notice is pulsing as it becomes harder and harder.

“I’m so sorry, didn’t realise anyone else was here!” I say shakily.

“No it’s alright,” he replies, “I’m sorry my towel kept slipping off.” My nervousness slowly begins to slip away after hearing his voice. I smile.

“We’re both sorry then.” I say jokingly.

“Well,” he says in a lower voice, “I’m not that sorry.” As he lick his lips again, I notice his glorious mast is now fully erect, and my heart quickens. I laugh nervously, and an eternity of intense silence follows.

“You looked like you were struggling with your phone there.” He’d addressed the elephant in the room, and I cannot think of a lie to tell him in the heat of the moment.

“Yeah,” I reply, “I was just being a bit vain really. Taking some pictures to look at later, and maybe share with strangers on the internet.”

He seems a bit taken aback by the admission, but then smiles warmly. “I’m a stranger in real life,” he says, never breaking eye contact, “Can I see?”

Despite me sitting completely nude in front of this statuesque hunk, I still feel too shy to show him the pictures I had been taking.

“No no, these pics suck,” I say firmly, as I hide my phone away “I haven’t taken one I’m happy with yet.”

He raises an eyebrow, and smirks devilishly as he extends his hand towards me.

“What?” I say, completely puzzled.

“Give me your phone!” he laughs. His voice is commanding, yet warm. “I’ll be your photographer.”

“Are you serious?” I reply, still confused. He answers my question without a word, his hand still extended, his eyes still locked with mine.

I let down my guard, and reach for my phone to unlock it. I stand up slowly, my dick harder than it has ever been, and take two steps towards him. He’s slightly taller than me, and just as muscular. He’s got an American accent. It’s sexy.

As I hand him my phone, standing merely a foot away, I feel the heat radiating from his body, and his thick cock, which is almost touching mine. He takes the phone from my hand, lightly stroking my fingers as he does, and gives me a full examination from head to toe.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” he says. “Get in position!”

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*M*

I’m not sure what came over me, but as soon as I laid eyes on his bare body, it didn’t matter where I was anymore. It didn’t matter that some muscle headed gym bro could catch us at any moment. All that mattered was that cock. I needed it. As we locked eyes, I think he knew it too. And I knew he wanted to give it to me. I could feel my asshole twitching a bit, as I imagined what he would feel like stretching me out. It made me bold.

As I reached for the phone, I almost forgot how hard and exposed I was! Strangely, I was perfectly comfortable with him – like I’d grown up with him instead of just sneaking up on him taking dirty pictures in an all too public place.

I checked out the pictures he had already snapped. Goddamn was that boy hot. His skin was smooth, just a little bit soft in parts but still nice and tight. His voice was hot. I love a British accent! … and that cock… my god… it was like I had never seen something that perfect! I just had to have my lips on it.

I flipped through the photo album. Each shot was more lewd than the last, and he did not hold back. His ass was stuck out, his puckered hole nice and tidy and inviting.

I should say, I’ve always known I was bi, but Emily and I fell in love and married before I ever really shared love with a man. Our sex life was great, and I had even convinced her to try pegging, which she was wonderfully willing to experiment with. It felt amazing, but it was clear she didn’t get much out of the experience herself (other than watching me writhe in ecstasy and cum huge ropey strands all over her tits, but that’s another story!). She did what she could, but learning how to properly fuck in your late 30s isn’t easy! Especially if you’re not in the best shape to begin with. I mean I would take what I could get, but I was dying to feel my ass get pounded by a real cock, and maybe, just maybe get my insides coated with his cum. It was obvious how much it turned me on, and even Emily had to acknowledge it. We decided if the right opportunity presented itself, I should explore my passion. This seemed like it couldn’t get any more right!

But while the situation was right, it seemed like getting the right shot with the right angle was going to be trickier than it looked. I had him sit all the way at the end of the bench and got down on my knees. Looking up from under his balls, I got a great view, and even a little bokeh on his face so he couldn’t be identified. Even with the blur obscuring details, his intense, thirsty face was insistent. The pervs were gonna love these. I took my right hand and adjusted his thigh out slightly to block an overhead light, and as my hand came to rest on the smooth skin inside his thighs, I realized that I was closer than ever before to the object of my burning desire. I stopped, hand still resting on his leg, and looked up at him. My fingers lingered, tracing a line straight toward his smooth sack. We locked eyes for a second again, as my hand reached the base of his shaft and gripped gently. This cock was mine now. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and licked a meandering line from his balls all the way up the shaft to the head, before taking a leap, opening wide and putting it in my mouth. I immediately felt a quiver run all the way down my spine. His cock was actually in my mouth, and I loved it. Time to go to work!

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*P*

“Getting a blowjob from a fit guy in the gym showers!”

I had written it down just like this in a journal back in my university days – it was near the top of my kinky bucket list at the time, alongside “Getting a footjob from a girl in a public restaurant under the table” and “Having a threesome with (guy or girl) twins!”

I’ve played the scenario over and over in my head for years, and now, it’s happening. It’s finally happening. Granted, in the most kinky scenario there would be a second fit guy playing with my asshole as I’m getting blown, but I can’t be too picky given the circumstances! I had become resigned to the fact that this particular fantasy would probably never be fulfilled, given how reserved I am normally. Yet, here I am, all defenses and traces of shyness evaporated. A muscular, handsome stranger is knelt before me – skin glistening, gloriously nude (as am I) – and is about to take my length in to his mouth. And I can honestly say that I have never been more turned on!

With a hand resting on my inner thigh, and the other gently grasping the base of my member, he extends his tongue and gives me a long, sensuous lick from the loose skin under my sack, all the way up my length. An involuntary spasm goes through me as his wet tongue reaches the tip, and I momentarily tense up. But then as he takes me in to his mouth with one fluid motion, I relax, and let out a deep, erotic sigh. I see his lips wrapped tightly around the base of my shaft, and the his intense, lustful eyes meet mine as if to say, “You’re mine. Every inch of you.” I tilt my head back, and close my eyes in blissful anticipation.

He swirls his tongue around the underside of my cock as he slowly brings me out of his mouth, getting a good taste of me, and then drives his mouth back down to my base with aggression. There’s no doubt my tip is touching the back of his throat, as I hear the faint sound of gagging, and feel an excess amount of saliva seep from his mouth and trickle down my sack. The feeling of being inside his wet mouth is indescribable – I didn’t want it to end.

He repeats his motions, thrusting his mouth up and down my length, using his tongue to stroke every bit of skin. A brief spasm of pleasure rushes to my head every time he hits the sweet spot on the tip of my dick, and I feel like I can release in a heartbeat. I equally writhe my hips, and thrust my thick, brown member right to the back of his throat, almost challenging him to see how much he can take. But he doesn’t stop, and every thrust is more pleasurable than the last. And my groans become longer and louder.

Just as I think this moment can’t possibly get any more blissful and erotic, he slows down, and then pauses. My cock still well and truly in the warmth of his mouth. He takes one of his fingers, and appears to clean up the excess saliva now soaking my sack and dripping down to my rectum. There’s so much of it, I think to myself – this guy is well hydrated, and he really knows his way around a hard dick! With his middle finger now drenched, he slowly traces a path up the line of my ass cheeks, and towards my tingling asshole. He spreads his moisture around my rubbery rectum, and I groan with pleasure and anticipation. And just when I think I can’t take any more teasing, his finger enters my hole with a satisfying … POP!

“Oh fuck!” I exclaim, besides myself.

His mouth still around my cock, tongue wandering around randomly, he drives his finger in and out of my asshole, first very slowly – almost at a snail’s pace – and then like a jackhammer! I wriggle, and writhe, and groan as the sensation takes over me. He switches to a “come hither” motion with his finger, massaging my prostate, and I can’t help but squeal with pleasure. I lift up my legs off the floor and rest them on his shoulders, opening even wider to give him a better angle. His fingering becomes more intense as my legs writhe in pleasure against his skin, and he is focusing the motions of his tongue on the tip of my cock now, teasing out some pre-cum. I could release any moment.

But I won’t.

I jerk up suddenly, and he is taken aback as he is suddenly forced to take my cock out of his mouth and his finger out of my ass. We lock gazes as I stand up, and motion him to do the same. The two of us standing face to face, both our dicks flowing with blood and all but touching, I lean in to him and put my hands on his muscular shoulders. He thinks I’m going to kiss him, but I don’t.

Instead, I turn him around with impassioned force, and take a look at his ass. So tight and firm, and damn near hairless! I give it a quick smack, as I press my chest against his back, and run my left hand over his firm chest and nipples. My dick hovers teasingly between his cheeks, and he lets out an anticipatory moan. I gently push him to bend him over the bench opposite us, and he obliges, spreading his legs apart. Now it’s my turn, I think to myself!

I get on my knees behind him, and take an admiring look at the picture before me. His strong legs, coming up to shape his round ass, all framing a perfectly tight little asshole, with his veiny cock and weighty sack dangling in the background completing the image. What a sight!

I reach a hand between his legs, and grab his dick at the base, giving it one sensuous stroke before clutching his sack. The skin felt flawless! I lean my face in between his cheeks, and give his smooth asshole a soft, teasing kiss. I feel him spasm with pleasure, and I smile as I lick my lips, and bring some saliva to my mouth.

I place a hand on each cheek, and spread him out just ever so slightly. Now it’s my turn to make HIM squeal!

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*M*

I’d heard the term “cock-drunk” before… was that what I was feeling? I think I could have played with his hot brown meat for hours. It felt so comfortable in my mouth, like it belonged! And I loved hearing his reactions when my wet tongue slurped over his most sensitive bits of taut cockskin… how his hips jerked when I got the right part and just drove it deeper down my hungry throat. Hours … really. Even when the early morning old folks shuffled in to get their steps in, I’d still be there hungrily slurping this total stranger’s cock! But that’s not what he had in mind.

When he first broke us apart, I was still in a cock-trance and I worried I might have done something wrong. It was just my first time with a real man’s equipment, so I didn’t know if I was doing something weird. The intense grin on his face put my mind at ease… but then a bit confused. He had me get on my knees – did he want me to suck him while he kneeled? But then he came behind me and in two mind-blowing waves of realization, I figured out what was happening. No, I wasn’t sucking his dick anymore, and YES, he was going to put his hard cock in my ASS! I gasped involuntarily at the mere thought. As he worked my ass a bit to loosen it up, my mind raced, trying to imagine what it was going to feel like, and then there was his cock, pushing, slowly and consistently into my waiting ass. My jaw fell open and I inhaled sharply… it hurt, like it was just getting worse, but it was ok and felt good, but it hurt, and then… pleasure! Beautiful serenity washed through my body in waves as his cock slowly penetrated me deeply. He pulled out an inch and paused for a second. I figured he was just admiring the view (I didn’t mind catching my breath), but then I heard the faintest sound of a screen tap. As he started building into a rhythm, and right before my eyes rolled back into my head from the ecstasy of his thrusts, it occurred to me: a complete stranger was filming me, capturing his beautiful cock fucking my willing gaping ass, and when he posted it, there would be more cocks furiously fapping along. My cheek collapsed into the floor and I completely submitted to his insistent pounding, sending wave after wave of chemical bliss washing over me and enveloping me whole. Goddamn, fuck me daddy!

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*P*

There’s always a risk with a one night stand type situation, such as this, that the other party just isn’t in to it after the initial excitement wears off.

I had no such fears with this stranger. He undeniably liked my naked body when he first laid his eyes upon me. He clearly liked the look of my cock while taking pictures of it. He obviously enjoyed waxing my length with his mouth, fucking me with his throat. He was more than enjoying fingering my invitingly tight hole as I writhed and squirmed in bliss. He obliged as I bent him over, and started licking and tongue-fucking his cute little asshole.

And I can safely say, without a shadow of a doubt, that he is absolutely loving being stretched, and penetrated, and pumped and utterly pounded by my thick brown weapon.

And I was loving it too. Damn I was loving it!

From the feeling of first going inside him, feeling the ridge of his rim suck me in from tip, to shaft, to the entire length up to my balls. How he felt inside, so warm and tight. And how it made me feel so complete. Every stroke was more erotically enjoyable than the last. And I felt like I was ready to blow.

I continued my quick, furiously aggressive thrusts deep into this hunk. I paused every time I felt like I would explode to prolong the bliss. And with each break, I’d take in the details. His chiselled back, his round ass, his firm thighs, the sound of his submissive, passionate moans, the feeling of my sack slapping his after a deep thrust. I had even stopped taking the video on my phone just to fully appreciate the moment.

And then, the moment came. THE moment. I couldn’t contain it any more. The combination of his body, his sounds, the risque nature of it all, and the fact that I hadn’t been laid in months, all contributed to the anticipation of a truly monumental release.

And release I did! Long, blissful spasms flowed through my entire body, and jolted every muscle. My hips thrusted one last time as he enveloped me entirely and with a sudden burst, I held my breath, shut my eyes tight, then came inside him.

One burst of ecstasy followed another. And another. And another. It felt like I could keep shooting in to him. My moans were unashamedly loud, but they would be even louder if the volume truly reflected how good this orgasm felt!

A few final deep thrusts followed. And I was drained. Well and truly drained. I became aware of myself suddenly, and what I just did dawned on me. And I smiled – I’ll consider myself lucky if I ever get to experience something even a tenth as erotic and impassioned as this in my life.

But I didn’t want it to be over – I wanted to prolong the scene. I wanted to look back on this moment and be able to say that I truly fulfilled my fantasy. And to do that, I wanted to try something else.

I slowly pulled out of him, and as my tip popped out, he gasped adorably, and I saw his gaping hole in all its glory, pasted with my warm, white cum. What a sight!

“Lay on your back.” I commanded, through laboured breaths.

He eagerly obliged, and laid on his back excitedly, with a small smile on his face. The anticipation was obviously getting the better of him, and I saw his stiff, smooth cock fighting against gravity and standing gloriously at attention.

It didn’t take long for my own erection to come on again, as I stood up over him, and admired his body, despite my intense climax mere moments ago.

I turned around, reversing myself over his torso, and squatted down over his face.

I was perhaps being a little selfish, but I didn’t care. All I knew, was that I wanted my ass eaten! I wanted his tongue inside me, just as my cock was inside him.

As I felt his lips settle in my tight gap, glazing my asshole with a layer of spit, I grabbed his meaty mast in my hands, ready to milk him like he’d never been milked!

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*M*

His aroma smothered my face and enveloped my sinuses, arousing every part of my being. Gasping for more, I opened my mouth, and lapped up as much of him as I could get. In that moment, I lost myself to the waves of raw, chemical pleasure coming at me from every angle. My cock, sloppy with sweat and precum, was gliding inside his fist, building up a rhythm and mass that was bound to erupt any moment. I could tell he was enjoying it too, by the way he ground his delicious mocha anus into my eager tongue, growling, “Fuck, yeah!” as it penetrated his hole.

Fucking heaven!

I could have stayed in that moment for millennia, but no mortal soul could ever live with that much ecstasy. My growing orgasm exploded harder than I knew it could, sending the first splash of cum flying up into the air and landing on my chin before he put his lips to my fountain and drank the rest of me up. Between my unconscious, paralyzed moans, I noticed he was standing up, sliding on some shorts, and then silently walking away. And then he was gone. It was another minute before I could actually muster the coordination to sit up, and looking around, it seemed like the gym locker room was how it had always been – empty and cold. No sign of the incredible hot fucking man-on-man action I’d just had. Part of me wondered it it actually happened. I didn’t even get his name. Fuck!

I quickly got dressed, and headed out. Walking past the front desk, I noticed the teenage attendant smirk slightly. Did she know what we were up to? I wondered if my mysterious man might do this regularly! Or, maybe I still had some cum on my chin… didn’t matter – I was floating. That night, Emily and I fucked more passionately than we had in years.

I never saw him again. Believe me, I started going to the gym a LOT more often, and taking a really long time getting dressed, just in case… but it never happened. I even started eating out at more ethnic restaurants, figuring maybe I’d run into him, but no such luck. I hope someday I’ll be up late looking for some hot amateur porn, and find my own ass devouring a big brown cock. I’d fap to that!

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Thanks for reading this far, and I hope you enjoyed the experience. This is my first time writing “stories” since school, and so much credit goes to my co-author for surprising me out of the blue with this super fun writing prompt (also, check out his profile for pics of him taken in the gym locker room ?). Comments/Feedback very welcome (or just PM me something dirty and tell me what your favorite part was!) —MrC

EDIT: fixed some formatting around u/__purpleisafruit__ ‘s name, and added note at the end.

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