I couldn’t help the groan that escaped when I pulled into the parking lot. The convenience of having a gym in the neighborhood was a great one, but I hated to work out. When my old gym had burned down I had seriously debated on not finding a new one to join, but as much as I hate to work out, I like being in shape more. And I know that my fiance likes it too; she’d never tell me otherwise, but she’d be less attracted to me if I lost the tone and definition I’ve built over the years.
Grabbing my gym bag out of the back seat of my BMW I trudged inside to the locker room. It was late, close to midnight, and much later than I typically start my workout. Jenna’s parents had been staying with us for a week already, and I needed to escape somewhere. I was counting the days until Christmas, when they would leave and head up to suffocate her brother and his family. As long as my future in-laws were around, Jenna’s legs were closed, and the sexual tension I felt on top of everything else needed to be released. I knew Jenna felt uncomfortable having sex as long as her parents were around, so that left me two options: beat off in the shower or work out. As much as I needed to cum, I knew her mother would inevitably ask why I spent so long in the shower. The “I’m a big guy, there’s lots to wash” excuse was only valid once per visit.
Tossing my bag on the bench, I stripped out of my shirt and toed off my shoes. Yanking one of my old college t-shirts over my head, I let out a sigh. I was tired. Buck up, I told myself, the sooner you change, the sooner you can work out, and the sooner you can go home and sleep. Christmas is in three days; I can make it that long. Just three more days and I will be able to fuck my woman whenever I want, and the in-laws will be gone. Three. More. Days.
I walked out of the locker room and was surprised to find that I wasn’t the only one in the gym tonight. The fitness center was open 24/7, but even when I did come late at night it was rare that I saw anyone. There were two women jogging on the treadmills, and a guy using the bench press in the corner. Slipping my ear buds into my ears, I let music cover the sound of machines and headed for the bike. Twenty minutes of cardio and twenty minutes of weights and then I could go home.
I pedaled through my cardio, and the twenty minutes there seemed to fly by. My forehead was shiny with sweat, and I wished I had remembered to grab a bottle of water before I’d left the house. Wiping my face with a towel, I headed for the weight rack. I won’t boast and say that I can bench 350, but I can lift our two, hundred pound dogs without a problem. I worked through my routine methodically, fantasizing about what I’d get to do to Jenna once her parents were gone. It’d been a while since I’d fucked her in the kitchen, maybe I’d start there, or maybe I’d fuck her ass in the shower again—that had been an interesting evening, and one I wouldn’t mind revisiting.
The tap on my shoulder yanked me from my plans, and I jerked the headphones out of my ears. “Do you mind?” I snapped, turning to face whoever had interrupted me.
“Whoa there, Andrews. Just wanted to say hi.”
I groaned as I saw my boss standing over my shoulder. Todd Barkley was one of the founding partners of the advertising firm where I worked. He and his best friend started the firm before they’d hit 30, and it was now one of the best firms in the country. I was just a lowly junior executive, and I was surprised that he knew my name.
I stood, wiping my damp hands on my shorts before I extended a hand to him. “Mr. Barkley, sir, I didn’t see you. I apologize.”
“No apologizes necessary, William. We’re not in the office, we’re at the gym—just two guys working off some steam.”
I nodded, grateful that he didn’t take my greeting personally.
“I didn’t know you belonged to this gym,” he said, sitting down on the bench across from mine.
“Just joined a month or so ago. My old place wasn’t available any more.”
I watched as he picked up one of the 50-pound dumbbells and began to curl it. I’ve never been a small guy, but my boss seemed to dwarf me. My 6’3″ was overshadowed by his 6’6″, and while my muscle tone was nothing to laugh at, his was far more impressive. I had thought it was only at work that he was intimidating, but I was more intimidated here at the gym than I was in the office.
I caught myself staring at he curled that dumbbell. It was blatantly obvious too, if he were to look up at me, he’d see that I had stopped lifting my own weights and was fixating on his bulging biceps. Little beads of sweat had broken out around the cuff of his shirt, and were sliding slowly along the veins that bulged. I had to bite my tongue to stop the groan I felt welling in my throat. What the fuck was wrong with me? I was getting turned on watching another man lift weights.
Quickly I resumed my own workout, more anxious now than before to finish so I could go home. I curled two more reps and then jogged into the locker room. I was reluctant to shower at the gym, but forced myself to take a quick one, knowing that Jenna wouldn’t let me crawl into bed tonight unless I took one. She’d probably be asleep when I got home, and if I took a shower once I got there she would wake up and be more pissed at me than she already was. She hated having her parents visit as much as I did, and had been pissy with me since their arrival.
Stripping out of my clothes, I headed for the showers. Both of the single-stall showers had “Out of Order” signs taped across their doors. Groaning in frustration, I headed for the communal shower. I had escaped the awkward moment with Todd out on the gym floor, but I didn’t want to have the chance at another one when we were both naked, and I was sporting a semi. I didn’t notice him when I first entered the gym, but that didn’t mean that he hadn’t been there. He could be ready to wrap up his workout as well, and I didn’t want to be around when he did.
Pumping soap into my hand from the dispenser on the wall I lathered my chest, trying to decide if I wanted to do a full-body wash while I was still at the gym. Jenna didn’t like me to come home sweaty and stinky, but just being under the water would wash the sweat and the majority of the stink away, so I should be fine waiting until morning to wash my lower body. Rinsing the soap off my body, I reached for the shampoo.
“You missed a spot there, William,” Todd’s voice echoed off the tiled walls.
Fuck. I should have waited to shower at home. A pissed-off Jenna couldn’t be worse than this. I stood facing into the spray, wishing that he would go away, or that I had been hearing things.
“You shouldn’t neglect your body, William,” my gut clenched as his hand ran over my shoulder blades, sliding up my neck into my hair. “A clean body is a healthy body.”
I shrugged, trying to remain nonchalant. “This is just a quick shower before I head home. My fiancé doesn’t like me stinking up the car and the house.”
“Why waste water William? Finish your shower here, now.” He turned me to face him. “I’ll help you.”
I watched helplessly as he pumped soap into his hand, watched the lather foam between his fingers. I swallowed convulsively as Todd kneeled in front of me, his hands running up and down my legs, spreading the soap evenly. His fingers dug gently into my muscles, relieving the tension and sending it higher. The white suds climbed higher up my legs, inching up over my kneecaps onto my thighs. I clenched my eyes shut, hoping that he would stop, but then I felt his fingers curl around my balls, and I started hoping that he wouldn’t.
Shame blotched my cheeks as I watched Todd roll my balls around in his palm. I found myself hoping that he would suck my dick. The thought startled me, but I found myself craving it anyway. He looked up, his brown gaze searing into mine. He nodded, as if he was reading my mind, and his lips slid over the tip of my shaft. I wasn’t fully hard yet, but the moment his mouth closed over the tip and began to suck, I turned to stone.
“Ah, fuck,” I growled.
Todd pulled his lips off my cock with a pop. “Like that, do you Will?” I nodded, my hips thrusting of their own accord. “Relax, baby boy, I’ll give you what you want.”
This time, Todd sucked me down to the root. Jenna, even after six years together, couldn’t deep-throat my seven inches. I growled again, bumping my hips into Todd’s face. His hands slid up and gripped my hips tightly. “No,” he barked before sliding his lips down my dick again.
Over and over again he swirled his tongue around my shaft, skimming his teeth along the super-sensitive underside. Every time I felt like humping his face, fucking his mouth, his fingers tightened, reminding me of his order. I felt my balls draw up; I was about to cum. The shame I had felt as Todd had started to blow me returned, and I kept thinking that I should not be hard for, or getting sucked off by, another man.