Black Cock Hookup At The Gym

Titus was about 6’4″ and solid. He was dripping with sweat and his t-shirt clung to his ripped body like a second skin. His nylon workout shorts rode a little too high and his thick muscular legs were on full display.
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It was a slow night at Iron Works Gym. Outside the rain pounded the parking lot and washed away the remnants of what had been another routine day. Another routine day in a long, line of routine days.
There were only a few guys working out that night and we were all scattered into our own workout zones. The clanking of plates drowned out the music the gym played but no one seemed to care. Most of the guys in the gym that night were listening to their own tunes on their Ipods and in ‘the zone.’
I was lucky enough to have my choice of machines and able to go at my own pace without waiting in line. My workout was going quickly and I was ahead of the usual mental schedule I kept for myself. Yet another reason I worked out after the 5PM crowd had come and gone.
I preferred to work out without having to deal with the crowds and all the bullshit that came with everyone standing around just wanting to show off and possibly hook up. I wasn’t into the whole meat market scene and Iron Works might as well have been some bar along the wharf between the hours of 5pm and 7pm. All that was missing was a dance floor and Happy Hour appetizer specials.
I realized that a lot of people used the gym as a place to hook up, but I just wanted to work out. At least that’s what I told people, and myself, but truth be told, I hadn’t really met anyone...