There was one sexy guy, no shirt, loose shorts, cream jocks, hugging his hot arse, around his thick, hairy thighs. He had a nice bulge when he lay on the floor and did sit ups. Good grunt as he pumped his weights. He kind of snorted, as he heaved and the sweat dripped from his face, drip by drip from his chin. I watched his stomach muscles contract as he lifted his chest off the floor. I love that shorts waistband look on taught skin, it is sexy.
There were a couple of boyfriends training together, well, that's what I reckon they were. I guess if they were a couple of straight mates they may have been, um surprised.
And there was an effeminate little queen mincing around the training room who's eye I had caught. He was gazing over at me with doleful eyes, some time staring at me in the mirrors, as he lifted weights. Not my type, really not. I don't go for girlie twinks.
I had to go take a dump, half way through. When I came out of the cubicle the little girlie bitch was loitering around the change room. I smiled as I passed him on the way to the door.
"Hi," he said all breathy and low, as I passed him by.
What the fuck, I thought.
I turned and headed back to wash my hands, you know, what mum always told me. He followed. He stood half way in the door way and half way out, fixing his cow eyes. I let the warm water wash over my hands, I let the soap make my fingers slippery, as I rubbed my hands together. I glanced up, his eyes burned as they gazed at me.
It amused me, I don't know why, as I cocked my head and motioned for him to come over.
A coy smile spread across his face, as I turned off the tap then shook the water from my hands. As he got close enough, I wrapped my left arm around him and pushed him face first against the wall. I slid his shorts down with my right hand.
"Hey," he said in mock protest. He breathed in deeply.
I pulled his jocks from his round butt cheeks. Don't you love the first viewing of a furry arse crack. His was nice, a sexy body from his gym work. They all butch up when they get turned on.
I slid my finer into my mouth and made it wet with spit. Then I slid the tip between his arse cheeks and wiped the excess saliva onto his velvety hole. He moaned.
I slid my hand through his legs and grabbed his nuts. His hard cock bounced around. I caught it in my hand, he groaned. I pulled it down, it was like an iron rod.
I slid my finger into my mouth again to make it wet again, there was trace elements of this boy's shit. I slid my finger between his arse cheeks again, this time sliding the tip inside him. He relaxed and I skid my finger into him up to the knuckle. His ring gripped my finger like an elastic band.
"Oh!" he moaned.
"Is that what you want?" I asked.
"Oh yes, yes."
I turned my finger around and slid it in and out of his sexy arse.
"That's what you want?"
"Oh yes."
I finger fucked him up against the wall, next to the hand basins and he loved it. He leaned his face against the plasterwork and moaned quietly, dribbling a bit, pushing his himself at the hips. His arse loosened and I slid two fingers in, it felt great, sexy. He breathed heavily and pulled his hard cock. He panted and choked on his exhale as he came all over the wall, gasping for breath. He shot one big white gob of spoof all over the wall. It ran down the plaster as he shook and shot twice more, three times. He gripped his cock tight and stood on tip toes and I suspected he'd be a natural for the ballet. He gasped for more breath, short sharp breaths. He shook for the last time and then stood still, holding his cock.
He relaxed, his shoulders dropped, he let go of his softening dick.
I slapped his arse.
He stood up straight and looked me in the eye. "I want you to fuck me."
I laughed. I held my hands in mid air like stars and shrugged. "It's a one off."
He pulled his shorts up. "I'm Kurt."
"I'm Josh."
"Nice to meet you," he said.
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