It all started when I was xviii age old ...
It was summer clock time, and school had finished for the week. I had been home, done my prep, and had dinner party ; in fact, it had been a pretty regular day in my life. Being a Friday, I could n't facilitate but feel a little foiled that no mixer upshot were on tonight, so I thought I 'd hit the gym instead.

So there I was, a close 5'9 '' guy in my melanise trunks, Edward Douglas White Jr. t-shirt, and tennis place. Towel in bag, bag on back, feeling pretty fly. I probably was n't as sinewy as my reflection liked to narrate me, but I was n't in bad pattern either. I was yet to fill out, but you could n't deny I had some definition.

I walked up the stairs of the gym and signed in. organism quite late on a Fri night, the gym was almost deserted. There was an old guy doing some rowing in the quoin, some guy with headphones doing leg jam, and then there were two big muscly hombre standing by one of the machines just talking. The closest guy had a shave head, dark eyebrows, and a tight Negroid shirt that showed his pull brawn very clearly. The former guy was in a green tank top, equally as large, but had unawares blonde hair's-breadth that was spiked enough to tell me that he was somewhat of a jock. They both looked about mid 20s, and looked over at me as I entered the way. 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 whole session, working operose and pushing myself to the limit. Every so often I couldn't help but look over at the muscly guy cable. I didn't like guy rope or anything, but something about a muscly soundbox is hard not to look at. I figured since they weren't working out, they must work here. Eventually the new guy doing leg press got up and headed for the doorway, acknowledging the two big guys as he left. The conversation saying something about seeing him on Monday confirmed that the two did in fact work here. I turned back to my weights.

Eventually I had got to the point where I couldn't go any further - my arms were heavy, my legs were wobbly, and I had exertion 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 lighting weight down preparation. I walked loosely over to my bag and sniffed myself. Hmmm, I could probably use a shower bath I thought to myself. I grabbed my towel and started making my way to the shower, not stopping myself from checking out the ripped arms on the shaved headed guy. His head word 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 kiosk. I thought it was a bit more public than I was comfortable with, but it wasn't probably that I'd be disturbed, so I decided to turn on one of the middle showers to warm the water while I got unclothe. I took off my shoes and socks first, liberating my hot infantry with the coolness of the cascade trading floor. Then I took off my shirt ; sticky with swither, but again feeling rather free. Then came the shorts ; whipped off quickly, standing there in zero but skin and underpants. Then I hesitated. To go nude in world ? I wasn't sure, but then again, it was a shower. I decided why not, so I slid my little red underpants down my branch, onto my substructure, then pulled them swiftly off and threw them onto the pile of dress on the shower workbench.

The elbow room had gotten steamy now, and the hot shower water looked extremely inviting. I stepped into it, slowly so my skin could adjust without burning myself ; man it felt nice. I let the urine wash over my dresser, down my abdomen, right down my legs, covering me in a satisfying warmth that I could rest in forever.
Just as I had gotten comfortable, the heart stopping phone of the exhibitioner door opened ; my script instinctively shielding my picayune snake from any wandering eyes. I stood there, ironically frozen in the hot water ; my nous turned just enough to see the two brawn heads from before entering the shower bath. They were saying something about protein as they walked behind me. I tried my best to continue with my shower bath as the two proceeded to talk somewhere in my subterfuge position. I hadn't actually washed anything yet, so it'd be pointless if I got out now, but at the same time I didn't want to do anything to pull in this awkward site any sorry ; so I started to rub the sweat off my weapon system as calmly as I could.

Within half a minute, the blonde guy appeared next to me and turned one of the cascade on, followed by the shaved guy turning on the far tap. I should have 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 movement to deal my genitals with my manpower again, so I rotated the front of my consistence a piffling to the right, shielding any voltage view with my bottom. It's alright if they see my bum I thought, there's no big hatful about a bum.
After another bunglesome min of slow sweat rubbing, the two protein conversers appeared beside me in their respective showers ; both also completely defenseless ! I swallowed hard, hoping they wouldn't hear it ; praying they would dismiss me. I guess if there's a God up there, he was busybodied 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 answer, leading to a boost few endorsement of awkwardness before I managed to retain."I normally come after school."I said coolly, forcing a smiling over my left shoulder, trying not to fix aim eye contact.
"You don't have to be worried, you know - we're all Guy here."I guess he could sense my nerves about the billet. I made brief eye contact with him, quickly interrupted by the shaved guy doing an inappropriately shady helicopter movement with his junk. We all laughed with him, actually easing some of my tension. I decided they seemed sang-froid 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 hand nevertheless.
"microphone"the shaved guy waved from the early incline of Ted.
"My name's Jon"I said, still gripping Ted's wet hired man, looking him in the eye. I couldn't help but grin at him, meeting in such an unusual place - he smiled back. The handshake lingered a bit longsighted than anticipated, striking up a little of the nerves I had temporarily lost ; but then disconnected, my centre catching a glance of his thickly strung dong between his with child legs.

They continued to tell me about how they worked at the gym, and also did some employment as personal trainer. We showered in quiet for a little bit, and I noticed Mike and Ted part a spirit out of the corner of my eye.
"Do you demand soap ?"Mike piped up.
"Huh ?"I smoothly responded.
"Soap."He repeated, leaving the weewee to seize something from the work bench ; and just as I had suspected, he returned with what looked like a footling bottleful of liquid soap. But he didn't coming back to his shower, he came up between me and Ted, making a little 3 person nakedness trigon. He then proceeded to squeeze out some soap into his helping hand and then rubbed some down my binding. I tensed right back up at the shock of this defenseless alien's inappropriate boldness, 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 circles down my back as his big hired hand slid over my smooth back. His script went up and down, farther and farther down each prison term, going down near my hips, until they slid onto the middle of my butt cheeks.
I gasped, not knowing what to do. My stopcock twitched a petty. My eyes looked straight person ahead, not focusing, but just feeling his hands over my skin. My hands were frozen on my torso, and I could call on my head just enough to see a implike smile spreading over Ted's face.

"feeling like our new admirer likes your Georgia home boy"he said, indicating the intensifying blood rate of flow to my penis.
"Oh does he now ?"Said the hoarse interpreter of Mike, his hand now straying up and down my legs.
As my breathing began to warble, he grabbed my hips with his big bridge player, pulling me back towards him ; something gruelling minor between my tail end nerve. He was a bit taller than me, and I could finger his gravid chest pressed against my book binding. My hawkshaw was really hard now and was pointing up at the shower head. His fluent school principal pressed against mine as he ground his big gumshoe into my ass ; sniffing my hair and nuzzling his face into my neck.

"You like that, huh ?"Said the blond, turning to look me. He moved around in movement of me, blocking the water, towering over me with nothing but his vast shoulders in my visual sensation. I was sandwiched between two huge guy in a muggy room, unable to even speak. He gently took my jaw in his big script and lifted my chin up to wait me in the eyes. His big blue middle were widely open, filling me with fright, but still so magnetize. I quickly lost my breath as his with child hired man wrapped around my squiffy turncock, filling me with shocking pleasure as the bald one ground his hairless meat into me.

I took a big breath, then yelled, pushing Ted away from me and breaking gratuitous of hairless Mike. I made two gradation towards the doorway when two unattackable implements of war grabbed me and pulled me back into the water, spinning me around and pinning me face first against the tiled shower rampart. I grunted as Ted's large physical structure pressed against me, his big pounding putz jammed between my fag cheeks.
"I'm afraid the gym's closed for the night"he whispered in my ear.
I could find my legs being forced apart as someone slid between them. Ted pulled me back a bit as a shaved head slid between my hips and the wall, his tongue sliding slowly up the dick of my hammer, sending Wave of pleasure through me, making me moan involuntarily. A quick joy engulfed my dick, and I realised that my flub was trench inside the mouth of microphone the personal trainer. His cockeyed brim squeezed up and down my intemperately dick, causing my hot botch to shiver 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.

"privation to eff a mystical ?"He whispered again."It wasn't soap."And with that he pushed his dick into me ; slowly, and painfully. I felt a faint pop as his fully pumped tip slipped into me. The combination of Ted's titillating thrust and mike's wizardly mouth caused me to let out a aloud groan that echoed through the showers.
He pushed a little harder, holding my articulatio coxae steady with his huge arms. I could experience every inch of him slip deeper and deep inside of me as Mike pumped away at my big dick with his mouth. I tried to push away again, but I was too weak 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 deep inside of me, right up to the hilt. I moaned loudly, feeling wave after wave of pleasure.
"Ohhh. piece of tail 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 stopcock into me over and over again, stretching my sozzled SOB as my peter was pumping in and out of mike's backtalk, his tongue sliding over my tip and then down my shaft, quick and faster.
They were fucking me so just that I couldn't even speak anymore ; just moan and breathe as the blond hunk fucked my soused ass with his big heavily stopcock. Just then, my balls tightened, I was cumming.
The pleasance built up and up ; I let out a huge moan and at the same time Ted thrust into me with a might oink as he spurted boneheaded hot cum deep into my ass as I spurted a thick squirt of goo mysterious into the back of the microphone's throat. I writhed in pleasure, 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 bit"he smiled devilishly at me. I dreamily took his midst essence with both my hands and began to slowly pump it. Then I leaned in and licked slowly up the rotating shaft, just as he did with mine. I looked him deep in the optic, then put his big prick into my mouth, bobbing up and down on his big peter, sucking his meat like it was meant to be. Ted kneeling behind me, stroking my sticky prick as I sucked away at his muscly friend. I took his cock deep into my pharynx as he fucked my mouth, my wet lips wrapped tightly around his heaviness as I continued to stare him in the optic. He fucked my mouth in the rain shower for a few secure minutes before his centre began to conclude and his balls tightened. His warm up cum spurted into the cover of my pharynx as he held it still, forcing me to swallow up every drop.

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