Gay Encounter At Apartment Gym

Every time his cock spread my hole I moaned into his kiss and he moaned back, biting my lips and sucking on my tongue and pulling my hair back to show his control.
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I was working late one night at the gym at my apartment complex.
I was 25 and living my best life in the Gaslamp district of San Diego. A shiny new job, car, and apartment to boot.
This place was probably more than I needed to be paying, but it was right off the Gaslamp, where the nightlife and the convention center and Petco Park were all at my beck and call with that gorgeous, sunny weather for most of the year. I was in heaven most days, and living it up.
That meant lots of one night stands and no-strings-attached Tinder dates and, quite naturally, lots of time at my apartment gym.
I’d played sports in high school but hadn’t really fully started to get into shape until the last year. I’d coasted off my good looks and boyish charms before that…but now I wanted to pull in a new class of woman.
I was there alone most of the time when it was late at night, which I loved, because I could get stoned and work out and put on whatever music I wanted.
The room was well furnished with 8 different types of machines and four treadmills, three ellipticals, and even one rowing machine. Then there free weights and exercise balls and all the appropriate tools for a solid workout.
I’d just gotten about half way done with my typical circuit and when one of my favorite Anderson Paak songs came on I decided to get a little more stoned and switch over to some free-weights. I was already feeling the goodness of my sweaty seratonin kicking in.
I...