The muscled stud was jacking off in the gym sauna, his left arm propped behind his head, his right hand working his cock vigorously from under his towel. “Shit,” he gasped in embarrassment as I entered the sauna, instantly abandoning his jack session and removing his hand as he tried to conceal his raging boner under the towel.
“Dude,” I laughed, taking a seat next to him on the sauna bench. “Don’t stop on my account. It looked like you were getting close. You’re gonna give yourself blue balls if you don’t empty the chamber.”
“I’ll be fine,” he insisted bashfully, tugging on his towel, trying to cover himself further.
“Seriously, dude,” I persisted. “You need to finish yourself off. It won’t bother me.”
“I can’t—I’m not comfortable jacking off in front of another guy,” he explained, avoiding eye contact with me. “I wouldn’t be able to cum.”
“Then how about I jack you?” I offered, reaching to pull back his towel.
“The fuck?” he gasped, swatting my hand away. “I’m not gay. I’ve got a girlfriend.”
“Dude,” I protested. “There’s nothing gay about receiving a hand job from another guy. Christ, it’s no different than a handshake.”
But he ignored me, staring off into space in icy silence. His cock, however was still rock hard, barely concealed by the flimsy towel covering it. I wasn’t giving up yet.
“Why don’t you just go home and fuck your girlfriend?” I suggested.
“She’s on the rag,” he answered tersely. “She won’t let me touch her.”
“That sucks,” I sympathized. “My roommate’s girlfriend is the same way. His balls get backed up when she’s on her period, and so he often feeds me a load when she’s not putting out for him.”
“You suck dick?” the muscled stud asked.
“Yeah,” I confirmed. “And I’m really good at it.”
He was silent again, once again staring forward, but his wheels were turning. His cock began to grow harder, straining against the towel, a dark drop of precum bleeding through the fabric. And then it happened. He pulled back the towel, revealing a thick, veiny, eight-incher that was begging to be sucked.
My eyes sought his, desperately seeking approval. And when he nodded his head, giving me the okay, I dove into his lap and took his big cock down my throat in one gulp.
“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, his hands resting atop my head. “Jesus, you are good.”
Emboldened by his praise, I went to town on his cock, licking his shaft, teasing his cock head, locking my lips around the thick base of his cock, and sucking rhythmically like my life depended on it.
Normally, I like to take my time when sucking a big cock like his, but time was of the essence in this case. First, I feared the reluctant muscled stud could change his mind and end the party before I got my reward—his creamy load. And second, I knew that at any moment someone could barge in on us, forcing me to abandon my efforts.
“Damn,” he marveled as I delivered a rapid series of deep thrusts, his balls mashing against my chin, his swelling cock head abusing my tonsils. “You keep that up and I’m gonna—I’m gonna—SHIT—here it comes.”
Instantly, his cock erupted, his cum blasting down my throat, filling my mouth with his creamy goodness. I struggled to swallow it all before he abruptly pushed me off his cock, a pearly glob of cum dangling from the tip.
“I’m good now,” he muttered ungratefully, grabbing his towel and exiting the sauna before I could say anything. I had learned from experience that straight guys like him rarely give thanks afterward, and to consider the warm load in my belly to be the only gratuity that I needed.
I relaxed in the sauna for a few more minutes, savoring the taste of his cum on my tongue before hitting the showers. I then dressed at my locker and exited the gym. Standing just outside the front doors was the muscled stud, seemingly waiting for me.
“I—uh—I wanted to ask you something,” he approached hesitantly, looking around to make sure nobody was nearby to witness us.
“Sure,” I agreed. “Go ahead—”
“Do you take it up the ass?” he asked abruptly.
“Yeah,” I confirmed. “I fuckin’ love it up the ass. And I’m really tight. Why do you ask? You think you might want to fuck my tight ass with that big dick?”
“Uh huh,” he conceded sheepishly. “My girlfriend, she—uh—she never lets me near her back door. And I really want to try it.”
“You want to come back to my place?” I offered, glancing down at his tenting shorts. “Maybe fuck a load into me?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “But what about your roommate? You think he’ll mind?”
“Mind?” I laughed. “He’ll probably want to join us. He’s hung like you. You think you might be game for tagging my ass with him?”
“Sounds fuckin’ hot,” the muscled stud agreed as I led him back to my apartment to fuck my eager hole senselessly, the first of many times to come.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
