It all started when I was eighteen years old ...
It was summertime time, and school had finished for the workweek. I had been home, done my homework, and had dinner ; in fact, it had been a pretty fixture day in my life. Being a Friday, I could n't assist but sense a little disappointed that no sociable consequence were on tonight, so I thought I 'd hit the gym instead.

So there I was, a tightly fitting 5'9 '' guy in my sinister drawers, Edward White T-shirt, and tennis shoes. Towel in bag, bag on cover, feeling pretty fly. I probably was n't as muscular as my mirror image liked to order me, but I was n't in bad flesh either. I was yet to fill out, but you could n't traverse I had some definition.

I walked up the stairs of the gym and signed in. organism quite late on a Friday night, the gym was almost deserted. There was an old guy doing some rowing in the box, some guy with headphones doing leg wardrobe, and then there were two big muscly guys standing by one of the machines just talking. The closelipped guy had a shaven head, dark eyebrows, and a tight melanise shirt that showed his rend muscles very clearly. The other guy was in a green tank top, equally as large, but had short blond pilus that was spiked enough to order me that he was somewhat of a jock. They both looked about mid 20s, and looked over at me as I entered the elbow 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 session, working surd and pushing myself to the limit. Every so often I couldn't help but feel over at the muscly hombre. I didn't like guys or anything, but something about a muscly body is intemperately not to look at. I figured since they weren't working out, they must work here. Eventually the immature guy doing leg press got up and headed for the threshold, acknowledging the two big guys as he left. The conversation saying something about seeing him on Mon confirmed that the two did in fact work here. I turned back to my weights.

Eventually I had got to the compass point where I couldn't go any further - my arm were heavy, my ramification were wobbly, and I had sweat dripping from my nose. The old guy in the corner was finishing up with some reach, and the two muscly guy had started doing some light burthen breeding. 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 rain shower, not stopping myself from checking out the ripped arms on the shaved headed guy. His school principal glanced up and I caught his eye again. I quickly diverted my eyes and headed into the exhibitor as the old man was on his way out.

Inside the showers I found four shower heads, all in a row with no cubicles. I thought it was a bit more populace than I was comfortable with, but it wasn't likely that I'd be disturbed, so I decided to plow on one of the heart exhibitor to warm the water while I got discase. I took off my shoes and socks first, liberating my hot substructure with the chilliness of the shower bath story. Then I took off my shirt ; gummy with sweat, but again feeling rather free. Then came the shorts ; 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 shower bath. I decided why not, so I slid my little red underpants down my pegleg, onto my fundament, then pulled them swiftly off and threw them onto the raft of dress on the shower bench.

The room had gotten steamy now, and the hot cascade water looked extremely inviting. I stepped into it, slowly so my skin could adjust without burning myself ; man it felt nice. I let the water supply wash over my bureau, down my stomach, right down my legs, covering me in a satisfying warmness that I could stay in forever.
Just as I had gotten well-off, the marrow stopping sound of the rain shower door opened ; my deal instinctively shielding my lilliputian serpent from any wandering eyes. I stood there, ironically frozen in the hot water ; my head turned just enough to see the two sinew heads from before entering the shower. They were saying something about protein as they walked behind me. I tried my right to continue with my shower as the two proceeded to talk somewhere in my blind spot. I hadn't actually washed anything yet, so it'd be superfluous if I got out now, but at the Lapplander time I didn't want to do anything to make this awkward situation any worse ; so I started to rub the exertion off my arms as calmly as I could.

Within half a minute, the blond guy appeared side by side to me and turned one of the showers on, followed by the shaven guy turning on the far tap. I should have chosen the rain 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 genitals with my hands again, so I rotated the front of my body a little to the right, shielding any potential drop panorama with my bottom. It's alright if they see my bum I thought, there's no big deal about a bum.
After another inapt second of decelerate sweat 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 ignore me. I guess if there's a God up there, he was meddling at the time, because the blond guy did not disregard 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 foster few endorsement of cumbersomeness before I managed to continue."I normally come after school."I said coolly, forcing a smiling over my impart shoulder, trying not to make direct eye contact.
"You don't have to be worried, you know - we're all guy rope here."I guess he could smell out my nervousness about the position. I made brief eye contact with him, quickly interrupted by the shaved guy doing an inappropriately funny story helicopter motion with his junk. We all laughed with him, actually easing some of my tensity. I decided they seemed assuredness enough, so I turned to face the water, my branch loosening up a little as the restiveness began to fade.

"I'm Ted"Said the blond guy, holding out his hand. I thought it was a little Wyrd, but I shook his hand nevertheless.
"microphone"the shaved guy waved from the former side of Ted.
"My name's Jon"I said, still gripping Ted's wet bridge player, looking him in the eye. I couldn't helper but smile at him, meeting in such an unusual plaza - he smiled back. The handshake lingered a bit longer than anticipated, striking up a little of the nervousness I had temporarily lost ; but then disconnected, my eyes catching a glimpse of his thickly strung dong between his magnanimous legs.

They continued to tell me about how they worked at the gym, and also did some work as personal flight simulator. We showered in silence for a fiddling bit, and I noticed Mike and Ted share a look out of the corner of my eye.
"Do you need soap ?"mike piped up.
"Huh ?"I smoothly responded.
"Soap."He repeated, leaving the water to grab something from the terrace ; and just as I had suspected, he returned with what looked like a little bottle of liquid soap. But he didn't rejoinder to his shower, he came up between me and Ted, making a little 3 soul nudity triangle. He then proceeded to eject some max into his hand and then rubbed some down my vertebral column. I tensed right back up at the shock absorber of this bare stranger's inappropriate strikingness, yet I didn't tell him to stop. He positioned himself behind me and started to… wash my back ?

"Uhh…"I quietly protested. But that wasn't a no for him, so he kept on rubbing, making R-2 down my back as his large hands slid over my smooth back. His hired man went up and down, farther and farther down each prison term, going down near my hip, until they slid onto the heart of my cigaret cheeks.
I gasped, not knowing what to do. My cock twitched a little. My eyes looked square ahead, not focusing, but just feeling his bridge player over my skin. My hands were frozen on my trunk, and I could become my capitulum just enough to see a impish smile spreading over Ted's face.

"Looks like our new friend likes your soap"he said, indicating the intensifying parentage period to my penis.
"Oh does he now ?"Said the ill-humored phonation of Mike, his mitt now straying up and down my legs.
As my breathing began to quaver, he grabbed my pelvis with his big work force, pulling me back towards him ; something hard nestling between my seat cheeks. He was a bit taller than me, and I could feel his large chest pressed against my cover. My dick was really hard now and was pointing up at the shower head. His smooth oral sex pressed against mine as he ground his big hawkshaw into my ass ; sniffing my tomentum and nuzzling his face into my neck.

"You like that, huh ?"Said the blond, turning to present me. He moved around in front of me, blocking the piddle, towering over me with nothing but his Brobdingnagian articulatio humeri in my sight. I was sandwiched between two huge hombre in a steamy room, ineffectual to even speak. He gently took my jaw in his big custody and lifted my chin up to search me in the eyes. His big blue eyes were broad open, filling me with fear, but still so magnetize. I quickly lost my breath as his declamatory hands wrapped around my stiff cock, filling me with shocking pleasure as the bald one ground his hairless essence into me.

I took a big breath, then yelled, pushing Ted away from me and breaking devoid of hairless mike. I made two steps towards the door when two strong sleeve grabbed me and pulled me back into the water, spinning me around and pinning me face first against the tile shower bath wall. I grunted as Ted's boastfully body pressed against me, his big throb cock jammed between my bum cheeks.
"I'm afraid the gym's closed for the night"he whispered in my ear.
I could feel my leg being forced apart as person slid between them. Ted pulled me back a bit as a shave chief slid between my hip joint and the wall, his tongue sliding slowly up the shaft of my shaft, sending waves of joy through me, making me moan involuntarily. A warm up pleasance engulfed my peter, and I realised that my botch was deep inside the mouth of Mike the personal trainer. His tight lips squeezed up and down my hard cock, causing my hot boner to throb violently in his back talk. It was so dear that I hadn't even realised that Ted had lined up his vast schlong with my ass.

"wish to know a secret ?"He whispered again."It wasn't soap."And with that he pushed his dick into me ; slowly, and painfully. I felt a swoon pop as his fully pumped tip slipped into me. The combination of Ted's titillating thrust and Mike's magic rima oris caused me to let out a meretricious moan that echoed through the showers.
He pushed a minuscule harder, holding my hips steady with his huge blazon. I could sense every column inch of him slip deeper and deeper inside of me as mike pumped away at my big pecker with his mouth. I tried to labour away again, but I was too debile from my 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 cryptical inside of me, right up to the hilt. I moaned loudly, feeling moving ridge after wave of pleasure.
"Ohhh. shag me."I groaned. I couldn't even believe what I was saying, but I didn't care anymore, it just felt too good."Fuck me"I breathed.

He slid out a little bit, and then went back in. In and out, pumping his monolithic tool into me over and over again, stretching my blotto arsehole as my pecker was pumping in and out of mike's mouth, his tongue sliding over my tip and then down my shaft, riotous and faster.
They were fucking me so unspoiled that I couldn't even speak anymore ; just moan and breathe as the blond hunk fucked my pixilated ass with his big heavy turncock. Just then, my globe tightened, I was cumming.
The delight built up and up ; I let out a Brobdingnagian groan and at the same fourth dimension Ted jab into me with a might grunt as he spurted thick hot cum deep into my ass as I spurted a thick spurt of goo bass into the cover of the microphone's pharynx. I writhed in pleasure, grinding my ass onto Ted's putz, squeezing every lastly free fall 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 centre with both my hands and began to slowly pump it. Then I leaned in and licked slowly up the putz, just as he did with mine. I looked him deep in the eyes, then put his big cock into my mouth, bobbing up and down on his big hawkshaw, sucking his meat like it was meant to be. Ted kneeling behind me, stroking my gluey cock as I sucked away at his muscly friend. I took his hammer deep into my throat as he fucked my oral fissure, my wet brim wrapped tightly around his heaviness as I continued to gaze him in the eye. He fucked my oral fissure in the shower for a few good minute before his heart began to close down and his egg tightened. His warm cum spurted into the back of my pharynx as he held it still, forcing me to withdraw every drop.

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