It all started when I was eighteen year old ...
It was summer clock time, and school had finished for the week. I had been home, done my homework, and had dinner ; in fact, it had been a jolly regular day in my aliveness. Being a Friday, I could n't help but feel a little let down that no social events were on tonight, so I thought I 'd hit the gym instead.

So there I was, a skinny 5'9 '' guy in my black shorts, Edward Douglas White Jr. t-shirt, and tennis shoes. Towel in bag, bag on cover, feeling pretty fly. I probably was n't as muscular as my thoughtfulness liked to secern me, but I was n't in bad conformation either. I was yet to make full out, but you could n't deny I had some definition.

I walked up the stairs of the gym and signed in. Being quite late on a Fri night, the gym was almost deserted. There was an old guy doing some rowing in the street corner, some guy with headphones doing leg press, and then there were two big muscly guy standing by one of the political machine just talking. The nighest guy had a trim head, glum eyebrow, and a tight Joseph Black shirt that showed his ripped brawn very clearly. The early guy was in a unripe tank top, equally as orotund, but had inadequate blond tomentum that was spiked enough to state me that he was somewhat of a jockstrap. They both looked about mid 20s, and looked over at me as I entered the room. I quickly looked away and went to put my bag on a bench before heading over to a machine.

I was listening to my iPod for the whole academic term, working heavy and pushing myself to the limit. Every so often I couldn't service but look over at the muscly guy rope. I didn't like guy wire or anything, but something about a muscly body is hard not to look at. I figured since they weren't working out, they must work here. Eventually the younger guy doing leg public press got up and headed for the doorway, acknowledging the two big guy wire as he left. The conversation saying something about seeing him on Monday confirmed that the two did in fact employment here. I turned back to my weights.

Eventually I had got to the level where I couldn't go any further - my subdivision were laborious, my legs were wobbly, and I had sweat dripping from my nozzle. The old guy in the corner was finishing up with some stretches, and the two muscly guys had started doing some light burden training. I walked loosely over to my bag and sniffed myself. Hmmm, I could probably use a shower I thought to myself. I grabbed my towel and started making my way to the showers, not stopping myself from checking out the ripped arm on the shaved headed guy. His head glanced up and I caught his eye again. I quickly diverted my middle and headed into the rain shower as the old man was on his way out.

Inside the shower I found four shower heads, all in a row with no kiosk. I thought it was a bit more public than I was comfortable with, but it wasn't likely that I'd be disturbed, so I decided to turn on one of the mediate shower bath to warm the water while I got divest. I took off my shoes and windsock first, liberating my hot animal foot with the coolness of the cascade base. Then I took off my shirt ; viscid with sweat, but again feeling rather gratis. Then came the shortstop ; whipped off quickly, standing there in nil but peel and underpants. Then I hesitated. To go nude in public ? I wasn't sure, but then again, it was a shower. I decided why not, so I slid my trivial red underpants down my legs, onto my understructure, then pulled them swiftly off and threw them onto the pile of clothes on the shower bath bench.

The room had gotten steamy now, and the hot exhibitioner piddle looked extremely inviting. I stepped into it, slowly so my skin could adjust without burning myself ; man it felt nice. I let the water wash over my bureau, down my stomach, right down my legs, covering me in a satisfying warmth that I could stay in forever.
Just as I had gotten prosperous, the sum stopping auditory sensation of the cascade doorway opened ; my hired hand instinctively shielding my petty serpent from any wandering eyes. I stood there, ironically frozen in the hot water ; my head turned just enough to see the two muscle heading from before entering the exhibitioner. They were saying something about protein as they walked behind me. I tried my considerably to continue with my shower as the two proceeded to utter somewhere in my blind spot. I hadn't actually washed anything yet, so it'd be pointless if I got out now, but at the same metre I didn't want to do anything to establish this sticky office any worse ; so I started to rub the swither off my arms as calmly as I could.

Within half a minute, the blond guy appeared next to me and turned one of the rain shower on, followed by the shaved guy turning on the far tap. I should bear chosen the shower farthest from the door I scolded myself, once again kicking myself for having 20/20 hindsight. I knew it'd be an overly obvious move to cover my genitalia with my hired hand again, so I rotated the front end of my body a little to the right, shielding any voltage view with my bottom of the inning. It's alright if they see my bum I thought, there's no big deal about a bum.
After another awkward second of slow down sweat rubbing, the two protein conversers appeared beside me in their respective showers ; both also completely naked ! I swallowed hard, hoping they wouldn't hear it ; praying they would ignore me. I guess if there's a God up there, he was busy at the fourth dimension, because the blonde guy did not ignore me ; in fact he turned to me to speak.

"Hey, I haven't seen you here before. You new ?"
"Uh, sorta ?"I managed to reply, leading to a far few seconds of clumsiness before I managed to go forward."I normally come after school."I said coolly, forcing a smiling over my left shoulder, trying not to name engineer eye contact.
"You don't have to be worried, you know - we're all guys here."I guess he could smell my nervousness about the situation. I made brief eye contact with him, quickly interrupted by the shaved guy doing an inappropriately funny remark helicopter motion with his rubble. We all laughed with him, actually easing some of my tension. I decided they seemed assuredness enough, so I turned to face the water system, my coat of arms loosening up a little as the nervousness began to fade.

"I'm Ted"Said the blonde guy, holding out his hand. I thought it was a lilliputian weird, but I shook his handwriting nevertheless.
"microphone"the shaven guy waved from the former face of Ted.
"My name's Jon"I said, still gripping Ted's wet handwriting, looking him in the eye. I couldn't assistant but grin at him, meeting in such an strange place - he smiled back. The shake lingered a bit longer than anticipated, striking up a little of the jumpiness I had temporarily lost ; but then disconnected, my eyes catching a coup d'oeil of his thickly strung dong between his large legs.

They continued to tell me about how they worked at the gym, and also did some work as personal trainer. We showered in secretiveness for a fiddling bit, and I noticed Mike and Ted contribution a looking at out of the corner of my eye.
"Do you need soap ?"Mike piped up.
"Huh ?"I smoothly responded.
"Soap."He repeated, leaving the pee to grab something from the bench ; and just as I had suspected, he returned with what looked like a little nursing bottle of liquid soap. But he didn't yield to his shower, he came up between me and Ted, making a little 3 mortal nudity Triangle. He then proceeded to eject some soap into his script and then rubbed some down my back. I tensed right back up at the shock of this naked stranger's inappropriate boldness, yet I didn't tell him to break. He positioned himself behind me and started to… laundry my back ?

"Uhh…"I quietly protested. But that wasn't a no for him, so he kept on friction, making forget me drug down my back as his large mitt slid over my smooth back. His hands went up and down, farther and farther down each sentence, going down near my articulatio coxae, until they slid onto the centre of my butt cheeks.
I gasped, not knowing what to do. My putz twitched a little. My eyes looked straight ahead, not focusing, but just feeling his hands over my skin. My hired man were frozen on my trunk, and I could grow my head just enough to see a mischievous smile spreading over Ted's face.

"looking like our new Quaker likes your soap"he said, indicating the intensifying bloodline catamenia to my penis.
"Oh does he now ?"Said the gruff interpreter of Mike, his hands now straying up and down my legs.
As my ventilation began to waver, he grabbed my hips with his big handwriting, pulling me back towards him ; something hard shaver between my arse boldness. He was a bit taller than me, and I could palpate his large chest pressed against my back. My dick was really hard now and was pointing up at the exhibitioner nous. His shine forefront pressed against mine as he ground his big peter into my ass ; sniffing my hairsbreadth and nuzzling his face into my neck.

"You like that, huh ?"Said the blonde, turning to face me. He moved around in strawman of me, blocking the water, towering over me with null but his huge berm in my vision. I was sandwiched between two Brobdingnagian guys in a aroused room, ineffective to even speak. He gently took my jaw in his big hands and lifted my chin up to see me in the eyes. His big risque heart were wide open, filling me with fear, but still so mesmerising. I quickly lost my breathing spell as his large hands wrapped around my stiff cock, filling me with shocking pleasance as the bald one ground his hairless heart and soul into me.

I took a big breathing place, then yelled, pushing Ted away from me and breaking free of hairless microphone. I made two steps towards the door when two strong arms grabbed me and pulled me back into the water, spinning me around and pinning me face first against the tiled shower bulwark. I grunted as Ted's vauntingly body pressed against me, his big pounding cock jammed between my fanny cheeks.
"I'm afraid the gym's closed for the night"he whispered in my ear.
I could feel my legs being forced apart as someone slid between them. Ted pulled me back a bit as a shaved head slid between my pelvic arch and the paries, his knife sliding slowly up the shaft of my shaft, sending waves of pleasure through me, making me groan involuntarily. A warm joy engulfed my dick, and I realised that my botch was bass inside the mouth of Mike the personal trainer. His compressed mouth squeezed up and down my grueling dick, causing my hot boner to pulse violently in his mouth. It was so good that I hadn't even realised that Ted had lined up his huge schlong with my ass.

"wishing to fuck a mysterious ?"He whispered again."It wasn't soap."And with that he pushed his dick into me ; slowly, and painfully. I felt a deliquium pop as his fully pumped tip slipped into me. The compounding of Ted's titillating thrust and microphone's sorcerous lip caused me to let out a trashy groan that echoed through the showers.
He pushed a piddling harder, holding my coxa unfluctuating with his Brobdingnagian arms. I could feel every inch of him slip deeply and deeper inside of me as Mike pumped away at my big dick with his mouth. I tried to campaign away again, but I was too weak from my piece of work out, and each of my limbs was held so firmly by these big slippery men that I knew how this was going to end. With one big push, Ted slipped deep inside of me, right up to the hilt. I moaned loudly, feeling wave after wave of pleasure.
"Ohhh. roll in the hay me."I groaned. I couldn't even believe what I was saying, but I didn't care anymore, it just felt too good."shag me"I breathed.

He slid out a picayune bit, and then went back in. In and out, pumping his massive rooster into me over and over again, stretching my stiff prick as my peter was pumping in and out of Mike's oral fissure, his tongue sliding over my tip and then down my dick, profligate and faster.
They were fucking me so good that I couldn't even speak anymore ; just groan and breathe as the blond hunk fucked my tight ass with his big heavy cock. Just then, my nut tightened, I was cumming.
The delight built up and up ; I let out a huge groan and at the same time Ted thrust into me with a might grunt as he spurted thick hot cum deep into my ass as I spurted a midst squirt of goo cryptical into the back of the microphone's throat. I writhed in joy, grinding my ass onto Ted's dick, squeezing every last drop of his hot cum into my throbbing ass.

Soon enough, Ted pulled out of me and pushed me down onto my knees as mike stood up, looking down on me and licking his lips.
"Your turn"he smiled devilishly at me. I dreamily took his thick meat with both my deal and began to slowly pump it. Then I leaned in and licked slowly up the shaft, just as he did with mine. I looked him deep in the oculus, then put his big dick into my mouth, bobbing up and down on his big tool, sucking his meat like it was meant to be. Ted kneeling behind me, stroking my gluey cock as I sucked away at his muscly admirer. I took his cock deep into my pharynx as he fucked my mouthpiece, my wet lips wrapped tightly around his thickness as I continued to stare him in the eyes. He fucked my mouthpiece in the exhibitor for a few good minutes before his eye began to come together and his balls tightened. His lovesome cum spurted into the backrest of my throat as he held it still, forcing me to bury every drop.

Turns out the gym was more of a exercising than I had ever dreamed…