GAY
STORIES: Anything for a good fuck
"Hey!
Come and spot me, willya?"
I
turned to see Frank lifting weights. Automatically,
my cock started to work itself up in my pants, but
I mentally forced it back down.
"Sure,"
I said as I walked over to him. I placed my hands
on the underside of the barbell and gently spotted
him. "What are you lifting for anyway?"
I asked.
"Just
because," he replied. I tied as hard as I could
to keep my eyes off of his rippling chest and biceps
but they drew my attention like nothing I had ever
known. This man drove me crazy, day after day. I went
to the gym on a daily basis, mostly to see Frank,
and every-time I would show up, there he was, tight
muscle shirt, short, spandex shorts and dripping sweat.
I'd jacked off everyday for a month to his muscular
image.
We moved over to yet another machine ( I wasn't paying
attention to which because of his muscular ass
sticking out of his shorts) I spotted him and enjoyed
staring at him until he started talking like a guy.
"pussy" this and "tits" that.
He talked about it for about 5 minutes before I had
to put a stop to it.
"Actually,
I'm gay. So, no, I don't know what it's like when
you've got em' in a headlock with your cock."
He
froze and let go of the barbell. I caught it and placed
it back in it's holder.
"You're
a fag?" he asked.
"Yes,
I'm gay," I corrected him.
"It's
the same fucking thing to me! Stay the fuck away from
me!" he yelled as he stormed off to the showers.
By this time i was used to people reacting like this,
so I shrugged it off and finished up my workout. When
I was done, I went into the showers, stripped down
and rinsed off the sweat. The showers were public,
so
there weren't any doors or barriers, so when I saw
a movement out of the corner of my eye streaking across
the entrance of the shower area, I found it strange.
No one usually runs past he showers unless they've
got
something to hide. I turned off the shower, and without
toweling off walked out into the open. There was no
one there. I stood there a moment, thinking, but then
decided that it was nothing and turned to finish my
shower. When I turned around, there sat Frank. But
Frank didn't look to angry any more.
He
was completely naked. His shoulders. pecs and abs
were all right there, ready to be licked and caressed.
He had nicely sized nipples that stuck out from his
chest, which has always been a turn on for me. What
really shocked me though was the towel. There was
a pink towel over his cock, which was hard and HUGE!
Maybe 9 inches long and 5 inches wide. I couldn't
believe my eyes. I knew that it had to be big, but
I
just didn't know how big.
"Are
you just gonna stare at it, or are you gonna come
over here and get me off?" he asked me seductively.
Even though I had about a million questions to ask,
I put them all on pause and moved over to release
him of
his huge burden.
I
knelt on the locker room floor and rubbed his cock
through the towel. He groaned and told me to take
it off. I ignored him and kept rubbing. Shit, I was
still mad that this prick had called me a fag.
"Please
take it off! I just want your mouth on it!" he
groaned again. I looked up into his eyes and saw the
lust in his eyes and obliged him. I tore the towel
off and beheld the beauty erecting form between his
legs. I almost fell over. It was more beautiful than
I had assumed. It was cut and glistening with pre-cum
and trembling for my mouth. Instead of enveloping
it with my mouth like I wanted too, I caressed the
trunk of it with my tongue until his whole body rocked
with apprehension. Suddenly, I threw my mouth over
it and slowly pumped my mouth up and down on it. He
let out a scream which echoed around the walls of
the locker room. Soon, he was pumping back into my
mouth and we were so caught up that we didn't see
one of the personal trainers enter the locker. He
had his cock out and was slowly massaging his uncut
prick. I would have invited him to come over, but
FRank had other plans.
"Get
the fuck out! Can't you see we're busy?" he screamed
with pant. The trainer quickly got his rocks off and
left. Not soon after, Frank came all over my face
in huge spurts. He thanked me and stood to leave but
I pushed him back down and threw my ass on his cock.
He grunted and I could almost feel him smile. I didn't
have to wait long before he started pounding his dick
in my ass. Before long, he'd come again, this time
in my ass, and I slid off. I turned around, still
hard, and pumped my meat until I came a stream of
jizz all over his chest. He leaned back on the locker
room bench and I leaned over to lick it all up and
suck on his nipples.
After
we'd taken showers, gotten dressed and exchanged phone
numbers, I asked him my questions. I turns out
that the same personal trainer that had walked in
on us had been hitting on him for the longest time
and he
just didn't feel any chemistry with him. So he'd told
him that he was straight. When I'd told him that I
was
gay, he'd noticed that the trainer had been staring
at him and he threw a fit just to throw him off. But
he told me that he was gay since the beginning.
Of
course I knew that he was lying, but hey, anything
for a good fuck.
THE
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