At the Gym

It was late. The workout room was empty except for me and a younger fellow working his lats on the other side of the room. I had been watching him from the corner of my eye all evening. I saw myself twenty years ago. But, I would say, he was a good bit shorter and not quite as developed as I was at his age. Still, his body was clearly defined: clearly articulated through the sweat stained and clinging cotton of his t-shirt. From his high rise blue shorts, well mounded thighs descended to rounded knees and wonderfully ovaled calves, from there falling softly to delicate ankles and bare pink feet. Light brown hair, dense and wavy crowed his head. Deep blue eyes darted across the room from the deep recess of his high cheek bones. Two delicate ears rose from above an ivory neck whose sinews and tendons suggested the musculature of a chest that hid beneath his shirt.

I had been watching him repeatedly. From time to time I thought his eye catch mine.
We were alone now. No one else in the room. I moved to the bench next to him.
He continued his workout as though he did not see me. I began to lift. No much weight, but enough. I groaned a bit. Just enough to hopefully catch his attention.
I lifted. I heaved a heavy breath.

“Need help?” came his voice.
My heart stopped for a forever instant.
‘Want me to spot you?”, he asked.
My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.
“Sure,” I managed.
I raised my hands to the bar over my head.
He positioned himself above me.
I lifted. He helped.
I lifted again. He stepped forward.
He stepped forward well over my face.
His crotch was directly above my eyes.
There, above me, his striding legs, his outstretched thighs, the folds of his shorts, the shadow of his cock clutched within the fabric of his jock strap.
I lifted. He helped.
I looked above. The prize was larger than it was before.

My nose caught his scent. My eyes seized his fullness. My mouth rose upward to its desire.
But I halted myself. I sat upright. The words came with an arrogance of their own.
“you know,” I blurted. “It’s so hot, so uncomfortable to work out in shorts and tshirt. It would be so much better to do this in just a jock strap.”
There was no hesitation on his part.
“You got it, man. No question about it.”
And with that he raised his shirt over his head and cast it to the floor; soon followed by the shorts his dropped from his hips.
The beauty that stood before me left me dumbfounded. The breath left my lungs.
Now his whole form revealed itself.
A regal head, erect and forthright made boyish and lovely by its crown of auburn ringlets.

A subtle neck that flowed directly to broad ivory shoulders each leading to elegantly muscled arms that ended in long slender fingers. There too, between those arms, a fully rounded chest enhanced by supply rounded pectorals, accented by the smallest nipples that jutted forward in hard and tiny tips. His waist, ever so narrow, furrowed by the manly arcs below the belly that lead to his manhood. Yet, this, the most delicate of all was still concealed by the white web of his jock strap. Still, from below the waist strap, there emerged the fullest and roundest white yet pink mounds of his manly ass. Its dominance falling to the majesty of his ample thighs and molded calves.
What held me from seizing him at that very moment is beyond my comprehension.
I resumed my place on the bench.
Again I lifted.
Again he helped.
Once more I heaved.
Once more he helped, but this time…. This time, as he helped me lower the bar, his hand moved to his strap. He pulled the strap forward and from it flung the soft and delicate and as yet not fully aroused member of his manhood.

Now, there was no restraint, My head lunged forward and with the greatest intensity seized its prize within its mouth. Such delight cannot be imagined. His cock, still soft was rapidly becoming engorged. My tongue and lips felt its swelling inside them: its richness, its softness, its as of yet pliability.
I sucked, and pulled and thrust and twisted that dick until within moments it had become a hot and throbbing rod within my mouth.
He began to thrust violently. My hands reached back and grabbed the fullness of his ass.
Again and again he thrust. My fingers found their way into his hidden hole.
My forefinger jabbed inward. My palms tightened on his globes My mouth switched quickly from his cock to his balls. Sucking, pulling, twisting, my tongue and lips devoured their salty pleasure. Then, as though determined by nature I withdrew my finger from his hole and followed it by the licks of my tongue.
His ass was now on my face.

He now, bent forward and his delicate lips surrounded the head of my upbent cock.
He had to move it upward to take it and so left his stubbled chin brushing against my belly.
My tongue in his ass, his tongue on me cock. Each of us tasting and licking.
With breathless abandon I removed myself and cried.
“Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!?
I slid to the floor.
He moved to stand above me.
I looked up at the most exquisite youth I had ever seen.
His dick rose upward to caress his belly. Long, but thin. White yet pink.
“Now,” I cried, “Now”
He fell to his knees. With a certain gentle violence he fell to his knees.
His muscled hands seized my ankles and thrust them into the air above his shoulders.
With my own two hands I spread the cheeks of my ass. My hole was pulsing and ready.
With mindless abandon he seized he tool in his right hand and lowered it to the opening of my desire.
“Fuck” he screamed.
And it a merciless thrust he jammed his thin and long and pink and white cock into the recess of my ass.
My breath fell short as I felt his manhood deep in the hollow of my throat.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” I cried.

He thrust again and again.
Hotter and hotter. Burning, breaking, tearing me apart.
“Kiss me,” I begged.
And he fell upon me. That ivory god upon my graying chest hair. His lips fell to mine, his tongue linked with mine. I felt his fingers play across me, rumpling my hair, caressing my back and arms.
My hands seized his ass cheeks. They pushed. They rammed.
“Now, now,” I cried. “Fuck me, fuck me!”
With a final thrust that sent his cock into the recesses of my brain he exploded within me.
His mouth and tongue pressed tightly against mine.
He was in me. Deeply in me.
My ass clenched tight around his manhood.
Then, slowly, it released.
Soft and limp his now delicate cock slipped from within me.
Now I kissed him lightly.
Now, it was my turn.