Marty Shore hated the health club. Every time he went it was full of
a bunch of old queens who should have been back home sweatin' to the
oldies. He was in his forties, but still pulled hot studs and those
tasty, cream-filled twinky bois with his jet-black hair and firm
hardbody when he went out to clubs. It was just a bitch that he'd
succumbed to the charms of that Muscle Mary "trainer" when he'd decided
to take advantage of the offer of a free session to check the facilities
out and now couldn't get a refund on his membership fee.
The trainer had turned out to be a nelly
bottom, as experience had taught him a lot of those guys were, and after
he'd fucked him raw that night, he'd gone on and on about all the hot men that
worked out at the club. Now the bastard was gone and here he was working out
next to fifty year old accountants named Bob. Bobs had saggy tits and no ass and
probably had a shih tzu at home. At any rate, he couldn't fault the facilities.
There were plenty of machines and it was clean. He'd just have to stick it out
and get his money's worth.
One night, when he couldn't sleep, Marty decided to
try a workout. The club was open twenty-four hours a day, so that was no
problem and when he got there at three AM the place was like a ghost town except
for the sleepy clerk at the counter who checked him in. He changed and after a
short run on the track ran through some reps on the weight machines and then
headed for the stair-climbers. There was an eerie quiet except for the sound of
clanging metal as someone worked out on the free weights somewhere down the hall
and the quiet whir of the stair-climber.
After he worked up a good sweat, he took his customary trip to the sauna. The
eucalyptus cleared out his head and he was becoming a bit drowsy from the heat
when in walked this ebony-colored god. He must have been the one working out in
the weight room. He just had a skimpy towel wrapped round his waist and it was
made to look smaller by his
massive, muscular body. He looked like he could have been a professional
bodybuilder. His torso was a perfect mass of muscles and his legs were like two
tree trunks. Marty watched him intently as he climbed up to the top bench with
his back to where he was sitting. His eyes lingered too long and he was caught
as the man turned around and sat down. All Marty could manage was a stupid grin
and hope the guy didn't say something. He didn't. He smiled! Marty's cock gave a
little jump under his towel.
Marty snuck little glances as they sat enjoying the dry heat of the sauna. It
was no problem as the object of his study sat leaning back against the wall with
his eyes closed. Little rivulets of perspiration ran down the weight-lifter's
body, clinging to his bulging pecs and running slowly down them to his abs,
which were great big six packs. This was the kind of guy Marty liked. Big,
built, and from the looks of the bulge under the towel, massively hung. He could
feel his cock pressing against the fabric of the towel and he shifted a bit to
try and hide his boner. The man's eyes opened and looked right at him. Had he
been caught? He averted his gaze quickly. Muscles stood up and climbed down to
the floor. As he passed Marty's position, he paused and their eyes met. It was
the longest second Marty could remember and when it was over, the black prince
cocked his head as if to beckon him to follow. Marty followed the dance of the
man's ass under his towel on his way out the door as he contemplated what to do.
By the time he'd decided what to do and followed on to the locker room, the
object of his lust was nowhere to be seen, but there was the sound of spray from
the shower. Marty summoned up his courage and grabbed a clean towel from his
locker. When he walked into the shower, there he was, his body totally exposed
under the play of the water, glistening in the light. He looked even bigger
here, standing off alone in a corner. A lot of guys' dicks look smaller up
against such a mountain of muscle as he was sporting, but not his. It swayed
like an elephant's trunk as he moved to let the water splash over every part of
his body. When he saw Marty, he stopped and stood there facing him, rubbing his
hands over his chest and playing with his nipples, grinning. If that wasn't an
invitation, he didn't know what was. He moved over to the empty showerhead
nearest the bodybuilder and switched it on and began soaping up.
Marty bent down to run the soap along his legs and then he felt a hand on his
ass, rubbing and squeezing it. He gave a start and a low, bass voice said, "I
was wondering what was taking you so long to follow me. Just relax, baby." He
stayed there, bent over, as the hot stud's fingers slipped into his crack,
running slowly down to his hole, while he rubbed Marty's back with his other
hand. Soapy fingers forced their way into his love tunnel and stretched and
rubbed the inside of it. Marty dropped the soap and grabbed his ankles, enjoying
the feeling. This guy knew what he wanted. He wanted to fuck Marty's ass. And as
much as Marty liked fucking nelly muscle-boys until they were raw, he liked
being their fuck-bitch even more.
He trembled in anticipation as the stud removed his fingers and stepped up to
his ass. He felt the head of his cock bump up against his hungry hole and then
force it's way in. There was this flash of pain and then it slipped in and he
could feel the hot silkiness of it against his insides. Arms like oaks wrapped
around his waist and pulled him up into a standing position, tight against
rock-hard muscle. Water from the shower poured down over their bodies as this
man-god's hands played along his chest and stomach. He closed his eyes in
anticipation of what was to come.
It started with short, sharp strokes. The
nubian's tongue and teeth moved slowly down Marty's neck in little bites and
kisses as he could feel his muscles ripple with every movement across his back.
The speed picked up and the massive tool pressed against the sides of his rectum
like a wedge that would split him in two. He could feel those massive thighs as
they slapped against his ass. It was all made more exciting by the chance they
could be caught here, in the shower. There was no warning, no hiding if someone
were to walk in. A possibility even at this hour of the morning. The thought
made Marty flush and his cock jumped as the pounding of his ass continued.
His partner pressed him hard up against the tiles and let loose with a flurry
of fast strokes. Faster, harder that tool banged into him. Unrelenting,
pitiless, take-no-prisoners. He gave out a moan and found a hand clamped firmly
over his mouth, stifling any sounds he might make as this
black Adonis treated his bum like his own private reserve. Marty felt
small and helpless to prevent this man from doing as he willed. It made him
crave more. He could feel it as that black mamba swelled in him, ready to cum.
The strokes slowed and became longer, sliding almost totally out and then, with
a big slam, back in. One, two, three like this, pinning him tight to the wall
and then he felt his sphincter tighten up round the intruder as every muscle in
his body shot through with the electricity of feeling hot cum shooting into him.
He bore down hard and gripped the stinger tightly as he felt himself being
injected with that hot goo. He wanted this feeling to last as he felt the
stranger's crotch grind into his cheeks. He would have fallen to his knees with
the excitement of it if he hadn't been impaled and pinned.
And then he could feel those arms slip from around him and the meat slowly
slide out of him, to be replaced by the warm, wet feeling of the man's cum as it
followed his dick out of Marty's body. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his
breath and stood upright. When he finally turned around, his partner was gone as
mysteriously as he had appeared.
After that night, Marty made it a point to change out his workout schedule.
He never ran into the stranger again, but there were others. Some of them with
bodies that put even his first to shame.
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