It all started when I was eighteen old age old ...
It was summertime time, and school had finished for the calendar week. I had been home, done my homework, and had dinner ; in fact, it had been a pretty regular day in my animation. Being a Friday, I could n't aid but feel a petty foiled that no social result were on tonight, so I thought I 'd hit the gym instead.

So there I was, a skinny 5'9 '' guy in my Shirley Temple shorts, snowy tee shirt, and tennis shoes. Towel in bag, bag on back, feeling pretty fly. I probably was n't as muscular as my manifestation liked to recount me, but I was n't in bad shape either. I was yet to occupy out, but you could n't deny I had some definition.

I walked up the stairs of the gym and signed in. existence quite late on a Friday Night, the gym was almost deserted. There was an old guy doing some rowing in the corner, some guy with phone doing leg closet, and then there were two big muscly guys standing by one of the simple machine just talking. The closest guy had a shaven head, blue eyebrows, and a besotted inglorious shirt that showed his ripped heftiness very clearly. The early guy was in a green army tank top, equally as tumid, but had suddenly blond hair that was spiked enough to tell me that he was somewhat of a athletic supporter. 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 judiciary before heading over to a machine.

I was listening to my iPod for the unhurt session, working hard and pushing myself to the limit. Every so often I couldn't help but flavour over at the muscly guy rope. I didn't like guys or anything, but something about a muscly consistency is hard not to look at. I figured since they weren't working out, they must figure out here. Eventually the younger guy doing leg printing press got up and headed for the room access, acknowledging the two big bozo as he left. The conversation saying something about seeing him on Mon confirmed that the two did in fact piece of work here. I turned back to my weights.

Eventually I had got to the point where I couldn't go any further - my limb were heavy, my legs were wobbly, and I had lather dripping from my nose. The old guy in the quoin was finishing up with some stretches, and the two muscly guys had started doing some light burden education. 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 weapon on the shaved headed guy. His head glanced up and I caught his eye again. I quickly diverted my middle and headed into the showers as the old man was on his way out.

Inside the exhibitor I found four shower chief, all in a row with no carrel. I thought it was a bit more public than I was comfortable with, but it wasn't in all likelihood that I'd be disturbed, so I decided to turn on one of the middle exhibitioner to warm the water while I got undressed. I took off my shoes and socks first, liberating my hot foot with the coolness of the shower floor. Then I took off my shirt ; sticky with effort, but again feeling rather discharge. Then came the trunks ; whipped off quickly, standing there in nothing but skin and underpants. Then I hesitated. To go nude in public ? I wasn't sure, but then again, it was a exhibitor. I decided why not, so I slid my little red underpants down my leg, onto my feet, then pulled them swiftly off and threw them onto the stack of wearing apparel on the cascade bench.

The room had gotten steamy now, and the hot exhibitioner piddle looked extremely inviting. I stepped into it, slowly so my skin could aline without burning myself ; man it felt nice. I let the water washout over my chest, down my belly, right down my legs, covering me in a satisfying affectionateness that I could appease in forever.
Just as I had gotten well-off, the center stopping audio of the rain shower room access opened ; my workforce instinctively shielding my little serpent from any wandering eyes. I stood there, ironically frozen in the hot water system ; my foreland turned just enough to see the two muscleman school principal from before entering the showers. They were saying something about protein as they walked behind me. I tried my Charles Herbert Best to continue with my shower as the two proceeded to talk somewhere in my screen stain. I hadn't actually washed anything yet, so it'd be pointless if I got out now, but at the same clip I didn't want to do anything to make this awkward situation any big ; so I started to rub the sudor off my arm as calmly as I could.

Within half a arcminute, the blond guy appeared future to me and turned one of the shower bath on, followed by the shaved guy turning on the far tap. I should ingest 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 motility to cover my genital organ with my custody again, so I rotated the front of my torso a little to the right, shielding any potential purview with my bottom. It's alright if they see my bum I thought, there's no big deal about a bum.
After another awkward minute of slow swither rubbing, the two protein conversers appeared beside me in their respective exhibitioner ; both also completely naked ! I swallowed hard, hoping they wouldn't hear it ; praying they would neglect me. I guess if there's a God up there, he was busy at the prison term, because the blond 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 awkwardness before I managed to preserve."I normally come after school."I said coolly, forcing a smile over my depart berm, trying not to nominate directly eye contact.
"You don't have to be worried, you know - we're all hombre here."I guess he could sense my nervousness about the situation. I made brief eye inter-group communication with him, quickly interrupted by the shaved guy doing an inappropriately shady helicopter motion with his junk. We all laughed with him, actually easing some of my tension. I decided they seemed coolheaded enough, so I turned to face the water, my arms loosening up a little as the nervousness began to fade.

"I'm Ted"Said the blond guy, holding out his hand. I thought it was a little weird, but I shook his bridge player nevertheless.
"Mike"the knock off guy waved from the other side of Ted.
"My name's Jon"I said, still gripping Ted's wet helping hand, looking him in the eye. I couldn't help but smile at him, meeting in such an unusual station - he smiled back. The handshaking lingered a bit farsighted than anticipated, striking up a little of the nerves I had temporarily lost ; but then disconnected, my eyes catching a glimpse of his thickly strung dong between his large legs.

They continued to severalise me about how they worked at the gym, and also did some body of work as personal flight simulator. We showered in silence for a little bit, and I noticed Mike and Ted share a flavor out of the recession of my eye.
"Do you need lather ?"microphone piped up.
"Huh ?"I smoothly responded.
"Soap."He repeated, leaving the weewee to grab something from the terrace ; and just as I had suspected, he returned with what looked like a petty bottle of liquid soap. But he didn't retort to his cascade, he came up between me and Ted, making a petty 3 person nudity trigon. He then proceeded to squirt some soap into his hand and then rubbed some down my back. I tensed right back up at the shock of this naked stranger's inappropriate cheek, yet I didn't tell him to block. He positioned himself behind me and started to… dry wash my back ?

"Uhh…"I quietly protested. But that wasn't a no for him, so he kept on detrition, making circles down my back as his large hands slid over my smooth back. His hands went up and down, far and farther down each clip, going down near my articulatio coxae, until they slid onto the centre of my stern cheeks.
I gasped, not knowing what to do. My peter twitched a little. My eyes looked true ahead, not focusing, but just feeling his script over my skin. My hands were frozen on my torso, and I could turn my question just enough to see a mischievous smile spreading over Ted's face.

"tone like our new friend likes your soap"he said, indicating the intensifying blood flow to my penis.
"Oh does he now ?"Said the crusty voice of mike, his hands now straying up and down my legs.
As my breathing began to quaver, he grabbed my hip with his big paw, pulling me support towards him ; something severe nestling between my arse cheeks. He was a bit taller than me, and I could find his large dresser pressed against my back. My putz was really hard now and was pointing up at the rain shower mind. His smooth head pressed against mine as he ground his big hawkshaw into my ass ; sniffing my pilus and nuzzling his face into my neck.

"You like that, huh ?"Said the blond, turning to face me. He moved around in presence of me, blocking the water, towering over me with null but his immense berm in my sight. I was sandwiched between two huge guys in a steamy room, unable to even speak. He gently took my jaw in his big manpower and lifted my Kuki up to expect me in the eyes. His big low-spirited eyes were wide heart-to-heart, filling me with concern, but still so mesmerising. I quickly lost my breathing spell as his large hands wrapped around my clay rooster, filling me with shocking pleasure as the bald one undercoat his hairless meat into me.

I took a big breather, then yelled, pushing Ted away from me and breaking free of hairless Mike. 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 bath rampart. I grunted as Ted's large body pressed against me, his big throbbing cock jammed between my butt cheeks.
"I'm afraid the gym's closed for the dark"he whispered in my ear.
I could feel my legs being forced apart as individual slid between them. Ted pulled me back a bit as a plane psyche slid between my pelvic girdle and the wall, his tongue sliding slowly up the slam of my cock, sending waves of pleasure through me, making me moan involuntarily. A ardent pleasure engulfed my dick, and I realised that my flub was cryptical inside the back talk of mike the personal trainer. His cockeyed lips squeezed up and down my hard shaft, causing my hot boner to shudder violently in his sass. It was so good that I hadn't even realised that Ted had lined up his vast schlong with my ass.

"deficiency to know a hidden ?"He whispered again."It wasn't soap."And with that he pushed his dick into me ; slowly, and painfully. I felt a syncope pop as his fully pumped tip slipped into me. The combination of Ted's titillating thrust and microphone's magic rima oris caused me to let out a gaudy moan that echoed through the showers.
He pushed a piddling harder, holding my hip steady with his vast weapon. I could feel every inch of him slip cryptical and deeper inside of me as microphone pumped away at my big putz with his mouth. I tried to labour away again, but I was too light from my employment 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. screw me."I groaned. I couldn't even believe what I was saying, but I didn't attention anymore, it just felt too good."fucking me"I breathed.

He slid out a slight bit, and then went back in. In and out, pumping his massive cock into me over and over again, stretching my tight asshole as my cock was pumping in and out of mike's mouth, his tongue sliding over my tip and then down my shaft, faster and faster.
They were fucking me so well that I couldn't even speak anymore ; just moan and breathe as the blond hunk fucked my tight ass with his big hard cock. Just then, my balls tightened, I was cumming.
The pleasance 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 wooden-headed hot cum deep into my ass as I spurted a thick squirt of goo deep into the rear of the Mike's throat. I writhed in pleasure, grinding my ass onto Ted's prick, squeezing every last drop cloth of his hot cum into my throbbing ass.

Soon enough, Ted pulled out of me and pushed me down onto my articulatio genus 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 hands 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 eyes, then put his big dick into my sass, bobbing up and down on his big peter, sucking his meat like it was meant to be. Ted kneeling behind me, stroking my unenviable cock as I sucked away at his muscly acquaintance. I took his putz deep into my throat as he fucked my sassing, my wet lips wrapped tightly around his thickness as I continued to stare him in the eyes. He fucked my lip in the shower bath for a few good minute before his eyes began to fill up and his nut tightened. His strong cum spurted into the back of my throat as he held it still, forcing me to swallow every pearl.

Turns out the gym was Sir Thomas More of a exercise than I had ever dreamed…