Kurt Was At The Gym
Kurt was at the gym. Have I created a monster, I thought, as he came scampering over to me with that girlie smile.
"Hi." Dare I say breathlessly.
He's a good looking boy, sexy, and clearly takes his weight training seriously, as he has a hot little body. But that voice, those mannerisms. I know I shouldn't say that, support my gay brothers and all. Is that internalised homophobia?
"Hi ya Kurt."
He was smiling broadly, I knew what he was thinking, as though I could read his mind, well, it wasn’t a difficult one.
As Nick always says, they all butch up once they are having sex.
He said he was wet and wide open.
"Really." It was a once off kid.
"I need to be filled up."
"Oohh, I bet." Oh, I didn't promise you anything.
"You can do anything you want."
"I thought as much." That kind of came out harshly, even I heard it.
Then his mouth kind of screwed up. "Is there something wrong?"
"No. Why?"
"You just seem so…um… distant."
I shrugged.
He scrunched his forehead. "Cold."
"I'm just here to work out... Kurt."
"That's not the... um," I thought momentarily he was going to cry, "impression you gave last time we met."
"Oh...well." I shrugged. I didn't know what to say to that. Call it a week moment.
He took a step backwards and looked really sad. I felt sorry suddenly for my indifference. Maybe, I had been cold. I had been cold. I had, let’s face it.
He shrugged. "Sorry." He turned and walked away without looking back.
Suddenly, I felt like a shit. I felt sorry for every little fem gay boy who'd been rebuffed, who'd been harshly treated, who been rejected for simply being who he was, honest and true to himself. Like it, or not. I felt like a shit, for that wall we put up when we feel like someone is going to get too close, unwanted.
For a minute, two tops.
I did my workout, I trained hard. I guess, I was trying to exorcise the guilt I was feeling. I looked over at Kurt a few times, but he wasn't looking back. But, he stayed for the whole time I was exercising.
He's a hot boy, muscular in that defined, lean kind of way. I found myself gazing at his arse a few times, intently. His shorts fitted him well, with a nice defined crack right up the middle.
But that voice? Seriously, no. I could never introduce him to my friends. What does that say?
I finished and got my towel and decided I should make it up to him. He's cute after all, it wouldn't be a chore, even if it was, you know, sympathy... I was suddenly kind of feeling horny because of it. So, I headed over to him.
"Hey Kurt."
He turned and looked at me without saying a word.
"Hey, um, about before."
He tilted his head sideways but remained tight lipped.
"It wasn't you. Sorry. It was me. What can I say. I'm sorry."
"Oh," sad and dejected, "that's okay." He shrugged. "It's alright."
"Have you finished your workout?"
"Nearly."
"What are you doing after this?"
"Nothing planned."
"Well." I felt my face crease into a smile. "I don't suppose you smoke, do you?"
"No... huh... oh..." He smiled almost despite himself. He looked around conspiratorially. "Yeah… sometimes."
"Well, I just live around the corner. How about you come over, we smoke a joint and then have a shower together."
He licked his lips. "Yeah.” His face lit up. “Okay." He smiled broadly, cute as a button. "You ready to go, because," he raised his hands in the air and tilted his head, "Because I can be."
I liked his cuteness and his cheekiness, right at that moment. I was drawn to him, despite it all, and not just out of guilt. I was really drawn to his funny enthusiasm, his joy, I guess you’d say, in no small way caused by me. It was guilt.
"Okay. Just get your stuff, don't shower. I'll get mine."
"Well, they are both in the same locker room, why don't we go together."
Suddenly, I felt cheeky "What, frightened I'll run."
He smiled. "No." He pointed in the direction of the locker room. "Why, are you thinking about it?"
"No."
"After you then."
“Okay.”
He was a changed boy as we walked down the street together. He was confident and funny and charming. I felt good about what I'd done and felt attracted to him, I only winced once about his girliness.
"I was too much wasn't I?"
"Huh?"
"Bombarding you with my slut talk as soon as I saw you."
I laughed. "Actually, yes, I guess." Why not.
"Hey sorry. My mate Tristan (I kid you not) always says that about me. Kurt, he says, if you just backed off this much," his words said a little, but his hands made a wide gesture, "you’d get what you want way more often."
"Tristan? Really?"
"What?"
"He's gay?"
"Sure."
“You have a gay friend named Tristan?”
“Yep. He’s my bestie.”
“Tristan?”
“So, what do you do?” asked Kurt. “When you are not breaking boy’s hearts at the gym?” Breaking boy’s hearts? And there was that question, what do I do? I’d never realised before how many times people ask you what you do, that is, until I didn’t have anything to do.
“I’m a test pilot for NASA.”
“Ha, ha.”
“I’m a life model.”
“Really?”
“I’m a writer.” Well, that is about all I really do do.”
“So, you are unemployed?”
Smart too. Quick kid, I was liking him more and more. “No, really, I’ve just got out of jail.”
“Really! I’ve always fanaticised about the shower blocks. All those rough blokes, all that dropping of the soap.”
“Who’s ya daddy.”
“What were you in for, murder?”
“Sex trade. Duping young guys, taking them back to my place and the next thing they know they wake up in South America chained to a bed with an old ice cream bucket as the closest thing to a ‘convenience’.”
“So, it involves travel, I like it already.”
Despite myself, I was liking Kurt. “So, what do you do?”
“Oh, I’m an exotic dancer.”
“Spearmint Rhino?”
“Stop 312 on the Princess... usually dancing for my dinner somewhere between Ballarat and Ararat.” He winked. In his best strine accent, “If ya know what I mean?”
“So, you are probably fully acquainted with Killer and Big Cheryl who drive eighteen wheelers when they’re not in the shower block raping eastern suburbs Billy who just got done for his first meth deal.”
He nodded his head. “I was Big Cheryl’s bitch there for a time.” He smiled. “Ah, good times.”
We smoked the joint when we got home.
When I was feeling shit-faced, I took his hand and led him to the bathroom.
I pull his shirt off, as I kiss him. He’s a passionate kisser, with beautiful lips. He’s soft and gentle in my arms.
“Wow... do you mind if I fall in love with you?”
I laugh. “Shhhh.” I shake my head, as though to say don’t say that.
I pull his track pants down, as he does mine. We push our crotches together as we continue to kiss. I can feel his hardening shaft rubbing against mine.
Kurt has hairy muscular legs, I run my hands down them, they feel good. I cup his jocks and feel his, big hard cock. I slide my hand into his jocks. He has furry balls and groin, the hair on which creeps up his abdomen to his stomach, thinning out to a narrow strip of hair between his muscular pecs. He has a hot hairy arse, round and firm, two melanos buns pert and sexy.
I pull his jocks down. He pulls mine down.
“You’ve got a big cock,” he says.
We kiss rubbing our cocks together. I love that feeling, the first touch of cock flesh, that’s what it’s all about.
He grabs me hard and kisses me longer.
I lay him down on the tiled floor spreading his legs. I lie on top of him, rubbing my cock and balls into his firmly and I devour his mouth. His legs bend upwards and around my. I hold him in my arms, flesh on flesh, sweaty, naked, hot.
I love rubbing cocks like that. I look down, his cock is beautiful, hard up over his abdomen, the knob pink slid out of its foreskin. Hot and sweaty and hairy. I rub my shaft over his.
I push his knees up to his chest and split his arse open and lick his nice open hole, sliding my tongue into him, fucking him with my tongue.
He moans. “I so want you to fuck me with your big dick.”
We get in the shower and rub each other’s bodies.
We soap each other up in the shower. I finger fuck his slippery hole as I kiss him.
I bend him face first over the bathroom sink and slide my cock inside his hot arse for the first time. He moans out loud. He slides his hand around behind him and pushes on my stomach to slow me down.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ohhhhhhh!”
He looks sexy like that, his broad shoulders, his narrow waist, his sexy arse, with my thick cock ploughing into him.
“Oh, oh, oh… yes.” My cock inches into him. He takes his hand away and pushes back on me. His arse opens up like a flower. His legs are shaking as My cock splits him wide open to its fullest.
“Oh my god!”
I gaze down at his velvety brown hole engorged with my thick shaft. As I fucked him long and slow, sliding my hard cock all the way out of him and then back in like a warm knife through butter, he opened up with every inward stroke. That hot fleshy scabed for my sword. He put his two hands against the wall.
"Oh, fuck me hard, please!"
He pushed against the wall and I could fuck him hard, bluntly into him. He wailed and moaned and pushed back hard.
He has the most amazingly responsive arse. He loves it. He takes it again and again and still he is moaning for more.
"Hi." Dare I say breathlessly.
He's a good looking boy, sexy, and clearly takes his weight training seriously, as he has a hot little body. But that voice, those mannerisms. I know I shouldn't say that, support my gay brothers and all. Is that internalised homophobia?
"Hi ya Kurt."
He was smiling broadly, I knew what he was thinking, as though I could read his mind, well, it wasn’t a difficult one.
As Nick always says, they all butch up once they are having sex.
He said he was wet and wide open.
"Really." It was a once off kid.
"I need to be filled up."
"Oohh, I bet." Oh, I didn't promise you anything.
"You can do anything you want."
"I thought as much." That kind of came out harshly, even I heard it.
Then his mouth kind of screwed up. "Is there something wrong?"
"No. Why?"
"You just seem so…um… distant."
I shrugged.
He scrunched his forehead. "Cold."
"I'm just here to work out... Kurt."
"That's not the... um," I thought momentarily he was going to cry, "impression you gave last time we met."
"Oh...well." I shrugged. I didn't know what to say to that. Call it a week moment.
He took a step backwards and looked really sad. I felt sorry suddenly for my indifference. Maybe, I had been cold. I had been cold. I had, let’s face it.
He shrugged. "Sorry." He turned and walked away without looking back.
Suddenly, I felt like a shit. I felt sorry for every little fem gay boy who'd been rebuffed, who'd been harshly treated, who been rejected for simply being who he was, honest and true to himself. Like it, or not. I felt like a shit, for that wall we put up when we feel like someone is going to get too close, unwanted.
For a minute, two tops.
I did my workout, I trained hard. I guess, I was trying to exorcise the guilt I was feeling. I looked over at Kurt a few times, but he wasn't looking back. But, he stayed for the whole time I was exercising.
He's a hot boy, muscular in that defined, lean kind of way. I found myself gazing at his arse a few times, intently. His shorts fitted him well, with a nice defined crack right up the middle.
But that voice? Seriously, no. I could never introduce him to my friends. What does that say?
I finished and got my towel and decided I should make it up to him. He's cute after all, it wouldn't be a chore, even if it was, you know, sympathy... I was suddenly kind of feeling horny because of it. So, I headed over to him.
"Hey Kurt."
He turned and looked at me without saying a word.
"Hey, um, about before."
He tilted his head sideways but remained tight lipped.
"It wasn't you. Sorry. It was me. What can I say. I'm sorry."
"Oh," sad and dejected, "that's okay." He shrugged. "It's alright."
"Have you finished your workout?"
"Nearly."
"What are you doing after this?"
"Nothing planned."
"Well." I felt my face crease into a smile. "I don't suppose you smoke, do you?"
"No... huh... oh..." He smiled almost despite himself. He looked around conspiratorially. "Yeah… sometimes."
"Well, I just live around the corner. How about you come over, we smoke a joint and then have a shower together."
He licked his lips. "Yeah.” His face lit up. “Okay." He smiled broadly, cute as a button. "You ready to go, because," he raised his hands in the air and tilted his head, "Because I can be."
I liked his cuteness and his cheekiness, right at that moment. I was drawn to him, despite it all, and not just out of guilt. I was really drawn to his funny enthusiasm, his joy, I guess you’d say, in no small way caused by me. It was guilt.
"Okay. Just get your stuff, don't shower. I'll get mine."
"Well, they are both in the same locker room, why don't we go together."
Suddenly, I felt cheeky "What, frightened I'll run."
He smiled. "No." He pointed in the direction of the locker room. "Why, are you thinking about it?"
"No."
"After you then."
“Okay.”
He was a changed boy as we walked down the street together. He was confident and funny and charming. I felt good about what I'd done and felt attracted to him, I only winced once about his girliness.
"I was too much wasn't I?"
"Huh?"
"Bombarding you with my slut talk as soon as I saw you."
I laughed. "Actually, yes, I guess." Why not.
"Hey sorry. My mate Tristan (I kid you not) always says that about me. Kurt, he says, if you just backed off this much," his words said a little, but his hands made a wide gesture, "you’d get what you want way more often."
"Tristan? Really?"
"What?"
"He's gay?"
"Sure."
“You have a gay friend named Tristan?”
“Yep. He’s my bestie.”
“Tristan?”
“So, what do you do?” asked Kurt. “When you are not breaking boy’s hearts at the gym?” Breaking boy’s hearts? And there was that question, what do I do? I’d never realised before how many times people ask you what you do, that is, until I didn’t have anything to do.
“I’m a test pilot for NASA.”
“Ha, ha.”
“I’m a life model.”
“Really?”
“I’m a writer.” Well, that is about all I really do do.”
“So, you are unemployed?”
Smart too. Quick kid, I was liking him more and more. “No, really, I’ve just got out of jail.”
“Really! I’ve always fanaticised about the shower blocks. All those rough blokes, all that dropping of the soap.”
“Who’s ya daddy.”
“What were you in for, murder?”
“Sex trade. Duping young guys, taking them back to my place and the next thing they know they wake up in South America chained to a bed with an old ice cream bucket as the closest thing to a ‘convenience’.”
“So, it involves travel, I like it already.”
Despite myself, I was liking Kurt. “So, what do you do?”
“Oh, I’m an exotic dancer.”
“Spearmint Rhino?”
“Stop 312 on the Princess... usually dancing for my dinner somewhere between Ballarat and Ararat.” He winked. In his best strine accent, “If ya know what I mean?”
“So, you are probably fully acquainted with Killer and Big Cheryl who drive eighteen wheelers when they’re not in the shower block raping eastern suburbs Billy who just got done for his first meth deal.”
He nodded his head. “I was Big Cheryl’s bitch there for a time.” He smiled. “Ah, good times.”
We smoked the joint when we got home.
When I was feeling shit-faced, I took his hand and led him to the bathroom.
I pull his shirt off, as I kiss him. He’s a passionate kisser, with beautiful lips. He’s soft and gentle in my arms.
“Wow... do you mind if I fall in love with you?”
I laugh. “Shhhh.” I shake my head, as though to say don’t say that.
I pull his track pants down, as he does mine. We push our crotches together as we continue to kiss. I can feel his hardening shaft rubbing against mine.
Kurt has hairy muscular legs, I run my hands down them, they feel good. I cup his jocks and feel his, big hard cock. I slide my hand into his jocks. He has furry balls and groin, the hair on which creeps up his abdomen to his stomach, thinning out to a narrow strip of hair between his muscular pecs. He has a hot hairy arse, round and firm, two melanos buns pert and sexy.
I pull his jocks down. He pulls mine down.
“You’ve got a big cock,” he says.
We kiss rubbing our cocks together. I love that feeling, the first touch of cock flesh, that’s what it’s all about.
He grabs me hard and kisses me longer.
I lay him down on the tiled floor spreading his legs. I lie on top of him, rubbing my cock and balls into his firmly and I devour his mouth. His legs bend upwards and around my. I hold him in my arms, flesh on flesh, sweaty, naked, hot.
I love rubbing cocks like that. I look down, his cock is beautiful, hard up over his abdomen, the knob pink slid out of its foreskin. Hot and sweaty and hairy. I rub my shaft over his.
I push his knees up to his chest and split his arse open and lick his nice open hole, sliding my tongue into him, fucking him with my tongue.
He moans. “I so want you to fuck me with your big dick.”
We get in the shower and rub each other’s bodies.
We soap each other up in the shower. I finger fuck his slippery hole as I kiss him.
I bend him face first over the bathroom sink and slide my cock inside his hot arse for the first time. He moans out loud. He slides his hand around behind him and pushes on my stomach to slow me down.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ohhhhhhh!”
He looks sexy like that, his broad shoulders, his narrow waist, his sexy arse, with my thick cock ploughing into him.
“Oh, oh, oh… yes.” My cock inches into him. He takes his hand away and pushes back on me. His arse opens up like a flower. His legs are shaking as My cock splits him wide open to its fullest.
“Oh my god!”
I gaze down at his velvety brown hole engorged with my thick shaft. As I fucked him long and slow, sliding my hard cock all the way out of him and then back in like a warm knife through butter, he opened up with every inward stroke. That hot fleshy scabed for my sword. He put his two hands against the wall.
"Oh, fuck me hard, please!"
He pushed against the wall and I could fuck him hard, bluntly into him. He wailed and moaned and pushed back hard.
He has the most amazingly responsive arse. He loves it. He takes it again and again and still he is moaning for more.
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