The Gym Perv

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I can't say that I thought much of the local gym. It was a small, sweaty little place which was almost always packed with people. January was the worst, every single person in the town piled in to start their new year new me regime, so I usually took it easy until they got bored and gave up.

After three weeks of using my feeble attempt at a home gym, I decided to return with the hope that people had already given up on their new year plans. I was pleasantly surprised, but there were still plenty of newbies there, too.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not the kinda' guy who has any problem with newbies in the gym. In fact, I love seeing people come in and take it seriously. I've lost count of how many kids I've helped out over the years, and this time was no different.

Naturally, the young, skinny guys preferred to stick to the treadmills or the rowing machines when the place was busy, and I couldn't blame them either. I'm a twenty four year old power lifter. I've been busting my balls in the gym since I was sixteen, and I'm a big freaking guy! In saying that, I remember my first day in the gym, and if it wasn't for a big, beefy guy named Brad, I would have left just like the majority of people do.

"Yo, kid" I called, pulling out my earphones as I watched a young guy eyeing the weight rack. He glanced at me, nerves etched all over his face, and pointed at himself. I nodded and beckoned him over, and I'm pretty sure he shit his pants.

"How old are you?" I asked, as he stood there looking more awkward than I'd ever seen anybody look before.

"I... Me? I um... I'm eighteen".

I stood up, pulled my sweaty grey t-shirt away from my body and nodded toward the weights. "You won't get any better by looking at them" I told him, and found a set that I thought he'd manage. He gulped, held out his hands and nearly went through the floor.

"Alright, maybe something a bit lighter" I said, replacing them.

He shook slightly as he held them, and his face scrunched up in concentration.

"You have to remember to breathe" I told him, and stood behind, holding his elbows and helping him with his first set. "Focus more on your breathing and less on the weights" I said, and he struggled, but managed.

"Good man, now keep going".

I watched him for a while, just to make sure he was keeping form and breathing, and once I knew he wouldn't pass out, I left him to it. He tried to say thanks as I walked away, but he seemed too preoccupied so I just smiled to myself.

I'd spent almost two hours there by the time I decided to call it a night. It was good to be back, even if I was fighting for space every five minutes. I grabbed my bag and headed for the showers, and was pleasantly surprised to find the place empty.

I had to admit, the showers in the gym were probably the best things about the place. They were ten times stronger than my own one at home, and I'd often dropped by in the mornings just to use them. I stripped down quickly, left my stuff in the locker and strolled naked into the communal area.

I'd never been a modest guy. I'd grown up in a house full of men, so there was never anything weird about being naked. Add to that, the fact that I didn't really have anything to be embarrassed about. I had a decent sized cock, and I was pretty sure that there weren't any guys looking at it here, anyway.

My usual spot was free, so I stood there and basked in the jet of hot water as the steam filled the room and I became lost in my thoughts. I had a lot on that week. I'd finished college and was making some extra cash as a personal trainer, but my real goal was to put my fitness degree to good use. I had an interview the following evening, so I had some preparation to do.

I heard him before I saw him. His bare feet splashed in the pools of shower water, and the kid from earlier walked sheepishly by with a towel around his waist. He looked up at me from under his brow, then down at me, and nodded politely.

"You're gonna be hurting tomorrow" I smiled, and he smiled back. "But keep at it, you're doing well".

"Um... Can I ask you something?" He said, and I could see that he was nervously pawing at the front of his towel, even though he had his back to me.

"Sure".

"How... How long did it take for you to... You know, look like that?"

I let out a laugh as I mindlessly soaped my junk. His eyes travelled quickly down my body, and then back up, and he shuffled anxiously on his feet again.

"A few years" I told him honestly, "but don't focus on what other people look like, just focus on yourself".

He nodded and finally removed his towel. I wasn't looking or anything, but I couldn't help but notice that he had the ass of a chick. It was full and plump, and honestly, had I not known he was a dude, I would have tapped the fuck out of it.

"Are you gonna' stick at it?" I asked, only because I wanted him to turn around so I didn't pop a boner looking at his ass.

"I think so" he said, remaining in place as suds ran down his spine and into the crease of his backside. I bit my lip and looked away.

"You should" I said, turning away from him as I felt my cock throb, "you'll thank yourself for it eventually".

We made some more small talk before I finished up and grabbed my own towel. It was the first time I'd ever wrapped it around me before reaching my locker, but my cock was now bulging and all the guy needed to do was turn around and he'd see it.

"See you around" I said, making my way out, and he waved.

"Fuck" I half laughed to myself, returning to my locker.

I'd never found any guy attractive before. Not like that anyway. I didn't dwell on it, though. It wasn't my fault the guy had the ass of a woman. I glanced at the locker and cocked a brow. The door was open slightly, which was unusual. I couldn't remember leaving it open, but it wasn't impossible, either. I had a lot on my mind.

I stepped forward, felt something wet under my bare foot, and saw my boxer briefs that I'd been wearing, crumpled up at the front of the locker. I knew for a fact that I'd balled them up in my shorts and stuffed them in my bag, and when I looked down, the droplets under my foot were immediately obvious.

I stepped back, grimacing as the sperm stuck to me, and angrily wiped it off the bench behind me. I glared back into the shower where the guy was still showering, and considered going back in and punching him. He was the only person who'd come in since I'd gotten there, so it was impossible for it to be anybody else!

I turned on my heel, started walking back, and then stopped. I could see his ass again. His perfect, plump, hot fucking ass. I watched it, feeling my cock grow once more, and this time, letting the towel fall down around my ankles.

The little perv had been sniffing my underwear and beating his meat. As weird as it seemed, this could have solved some of my problems.

I was a pretty well endowed guy. I was eight inches of pure fuck meat when I was hard, and as thick as a wrist. I'd always had trouble fucking chicks, because they could rarely take me like I wanted them to. This guy, on the other hand, his fat ass looked like it could take a fucking fist.

"Hey" I called, and he turned his head back and his mouth fell open.

He looked down at my muscular body as I stroked my boner. His eyes widened and even from here, I could see his breathing quicken.

"You do this?" I asked, nodding toward the mess on the floor, and his cheeks burned red as he turned away. "Don't be shy now" I smirked, sliding my foreskin back over my plum sized cock head, "get your ass over here and clean it up".

He looked at me curiously, as though he wasn't sure whether or not I was serious, but my bulging cock seemed to answer his question. He covered his cock and balls and stepped toward me slowly.

"Come on" I laughed, "it's getting cold".

When he stood before me, his eyes moved from the pool of sperm to my face and he grimaced.

"Oh, you're not hungry, huh?" I asked, and he swallowed a lump in his throat and shook his head. "What's your name?"

"Jamie" he told me, his voice low as though he was being told off by a teacher.

"Well, Jamie" I whispered, "if you're not hungry, then I guess you won't want to swallow my cock".

His eyes widened again. He stared down at it as I jerked, and I could tell that his mouth was watering.

"Want it?" I asked, shaking it at him, and without hesitation, he nodded.

"Then clean up your mess".

Now that he knew the stakes, Jamie seemed far more enthusiastic. He checked the corridor outside, making sure that we were indeed alone, and dropped down to his knees. He kept his eyes on my meat for a moment, before lowering his head and running his tongue along the tiles, lapping up his cold cock slop.

"Keep it in your mouth" I told him, as he hung his head back and kept his load under his tongue.

I wasn't sure exactly what was happening, but having this kid on his knees with his own dirt in his mouth, desperate to get my cock, was making me hornier than I'd been in a long time.

"Taste good?" I asked, and he grimaced a little as I pumped my tool, "wanna try mine?"

He nodded, letting some cold sperm drool down his chin, which I caught with my cock head. I slid it up, coating my helmet in his spunk, and placed the tip between his open lips. He was already hard again, and his hand was tugging on his pole.

"Fuck it" I said to myself, the little perv had gotten me all worked up, and I wasn't leaving here until I was drained. I shoved my cock deeply down his throat, and he gagged violently. "Oh come on" I scoffed, shoving more of myself into him, "you can take it, kid".

His eyes bulged as he opened his throat to receive my meat. His own jizz was dribbling into his stomach as I slid in and out of him, and his hands reached for my muscular thighs to slow me down.

"No" I said, slapping them away, so he returned to his eager cock and stroked as he choked.

I was painfully stiff now. It was impossible to get my cock fully inside his throat without reaching his damn stomach, but I had another plan.

With my cock drenched in his spit and cum, I pulled it out and stared down at it. Usually, it required a serious amount of lube before I'd even consider it, but this cock slut was going to be the exception.

"Bend over" I said, pointing to the bench, "I'm fucking you".

His eyes widened again, moving from my large, fat cock to my eyes. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but closed it a moment later, and did as I told him to do. Damn, gay guys were really something.

He reached behind and pried his plump cheeks apart. I could have jerked off and cum right on his pert little pussy, but I needed to feel his cunt lips squeezing me. Nobody had ever taken my full length, but I had high hopes for this guy.

I used my fist to guide my slippery helmet against him. He gasped when I began to push, but he didn't try to stop me. He slurped my cock head into himself and let out a faint whimper when I swelled even more.

"Oh fuck" he groaned, squirming as I fed more meat into his bowels, "that hurts".

"Good" I snarled, shoving, "this is your punishment for perving on me".

He made no reply as I thrust deeper and deeper into him. I was pleasantly shocked. After a few minutes, I had only about an inch left to go, and when I felt my groin against his flesh, I almost came.

"Good bitch" I moaned, pulling out as he gasped, "real good".

I began to fuck him. I felt his insides squelch around me, I was fucking him harder and faster than I'd ever fucked anybody before. He was grunting and crying out, but his hand continued to pump his small cock.

"Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah" he moaned.

I piston-pumped his perfect pussy until he loosened around me. I was ruining his once-tight hole, and I wasn't even remotely concerned about it. I placed my foot on the bench to get a better angle, and drilled him until he was singing.

"That's it, bitch, you beg for my seed".

"Please!" He gasped, his body dripping with sweat, "please fill me up!"

I squeezed his ass. My balls bounced off him as I shattered his innards, and without warning, I was hosing him down inside, and filling his rectum with thick, hot cum.

"Holy shit" I eventually said, my eyes almost closing, "that was incredible".

"You're telling me" he panted, squeezing the last of his own load onto the bench. It looked quite large for someone who'd just cum a short time prior.

"Hopefully I see you back here next week" I told him, pulling on my underwear, and he nodded.

"Fuck yeah, I'd come back every day for that".

I smiled. He smiled.

"Oh and by the way" he said, as he returned to the showers and I finished dressing, "I didn't do that".

I gawped at him. He shrugged, and from the corner of my eye, I spotted him. A handsome kid of about twenty, naked except for a towel over his shoulder. He was standing between two lockers, his hard cock in his hand, dripping cum from the slit. He looked nervous for a moment, and then he smiled.

"This fucking place, man" I said, shaking my head and pulling my bag onto my shoulder, "I guess I'll see you both next time!"

As I returned to my car, I couldn't help but change my mind. Perhaps Januarys in the gym weren't so bad after all.