I suppose like a lot of guys, the iron bug bit me in high school. I started lifting as a means of getting bigger for football. Many an hour was logged in the weight room in the quest for strength and size. Even while trying to stay focused during all those hours and all that hard work, it was hard not to develop a fine appreciation for the male physique in all the various shapes and forms that were on display in that sweaty, musky chamber on a daily basis.
My grades didn't qualify me for college, but my competitive nature wouldn't let me sit still. So, after dabbling in bodybuilding for a few years, I settled on power lifting and racked up enough trophies to fill two wall cases. Now closing in on thirty years since high school, my joints have forced me to retire from the contest arena, but I still keep active with regular workouts at Jake's Gym, an old school facility located in the rear of a building with the only access by way of an intimidating dead-end alley. The weights, benches and racks have a slightly rusted hue from the perpetual Pittsburgh humidity, and plenty of dents from the years of brutal and constant use.
As for the owner, Jake, I suppose he's a lot like his gym, a little beat up but at his core, all power. At six foot two, with a salt and pepper beard, bald on top, and muscle upon muscle from years of experience in the iron game, he can be an imposing figure. About five years my senior, Jake has become a trusted confidant and mentor. And to me, he's without a doubt the sexiest man alive. Hardly a night goes by that I don't jack myself to sleep fantasizing about him and waking up with stained sheets. When I'm not at work, I try to spend as much of my free time in the gym, watching his every move out of the corner of my eye. If I could live there, I'd gladly take up residence just to be closer to him. Now, before you go thinking that I'm some sort of stalker, let me relate what happened last Friday night.
I had just finished an all-out balls-to-the-wall workout, looking forward to the upcoming weekend. Jake and I were the only ones left, and after locking up, he began to clean and straighten while I headed downstairs to shower up. Jake had converted a bathroom into a makeshift locker room with a fiberglass shower stall, a few chairs and a used bank of lockers that he had bought from an area high school that had recently upgraded its facilities.
The water was nice and warm as it massaged my aching muscles, relieving the soreness from my iron session. I had just rinsed the soap off when I heard Jake's voice yell out. "Rich, I need you! Right now!"
Startled by the tone in his voice, which was different from the way he yelled during workouts, I quickly turned off the water and debated for a second whether I should try to dress before responding to his cry for help. Instead, I wrapped a towel around my waist and ascended the stairs in my bare feet.
The room was all but dark except for the single row of lights that were left on at night for security purposes. At first I didn't see him when I called out. "Jake, where are you? What's wrong?"
"I need some lovin', that's what's wrong."
I turned to see him standing in the recess of the room that was hidden from the window. Almost spotlighted from the ceiling lamp above, Jake stood totally naked except for the leather boots that he worked out in. His thick chest hair thinned out as it descended toward a patch of pubic hair that surrounded a currently soft but thick and long cock that hung slightly to one side.
My jaw dropped, causing my mouth to open wide in amazement at the sight of my elusive dream suddenly becoming real. "Keep spreading those lips," he said, now manipulating his member in his right hand. "Because I'm gonna' put 'em to good use."
Jake motioned for me to come closer, away from the window. He reached out and removed the towel from my waist and threw it on a weight bench. Then, with his other hand, he started working on my cock, which didn't need a lot of stimulation to achieve maximum stiffness. Before I knew it, we were both sporting equal sized erections.
"Well, you know what they say about a picture and a thousand words," I responded. "Only right now, all those words fail me."
"Good. Cause I've got something better in mind than talking." With that said, Jake maneuvered me over to the bench where my towel had landed and sat me down. I didn't require any further direction on his part. He stepped in close as I grabbed that now rock hard piece of sausage and guided it toward my face.
Following a bathing of the hairy, dangling ball sack, I began to work on the underside of the dick that before now I could only fantasize about. As I licked it with slow and steady strokes, Jake's groans caused me to cast my eyes upwards, where I watched him tweak his nipples while a complete look of nirvana encompassed his face. I made a mental note to squeeze those stiffies myself as I reached the crown of his cock and began to slide my mouth down on the tastiest piece of man meat I had ever swallowed. Jake's moans turned into audible bursts of pleasure as his hands latched onto the sides of my head in order to control the sucking he was receiving. In turn, I grabbed a hold of his muscular butt cheeks and drew him closer, determined to gorge myself on every inch of his rod. This night was not going to end until I was either totally sexually satisfied or dead (having choked on his huge piece of pork) whichever came first.
After a good ten minutes or more of precision sword swallowing, I came up for air and decided I wanted something else. Spinning him around, I placed a hand on the small (trust me, there's nothing small about this man) of Jake's back and bent him over in front of me. Using my fingers, I splayed open that magnificent ass and beheld a slightly furry but warm and inviting sweet spot that was all mine. As my lips made contact, Jake's entire body reacted with an unexpected shudder. Was I holding an anal virgin in my hands, I wondered? My tongue pierced his hole and an uncharacteristic whimper was his response.
Yes! Looks like I had discovered Jake's Achilles' heel and I intended to take full advantage of it. As I plunged my tongue deeper and deeper, this bull of a man, who was capable of squatting over five hundred pounds, trembled like a newborn kitten. This stud was putty in my hands.
Continuing my anal exploration, Jake's lusty scent assailed my nostrils, sending me into a euphoric state like none I had ever known before. My whole body was tingling. Every nerve and fiber was on fire. This incredible sensation was launching me into sensory overload, taking me to previously uncharted limits.
Suddenly, Jake broke free of my grasp and turned to face me once more, locking his mouth onto mine. We settled back onto the weight bench and commenced to swap spit while our hands glided over each other's muscular bodies, our cocks pressing and sliding thanks to copious amounts of pre-cum. Apparently afraid of climaxing too soon, Jake eased off, catching his breath and gazing at me in the half-light.
"All these years," I panted. "I had no idea. What took you so long?"
"Must be all the testosterone in this place finally settled in," he replied. "This just felt like the right time."
"Way past due. So what's the next move?"
"Stay right here." Jake walked to his office on the other side of the room, his prick bobbing up and down with each step. He returned with a bottle of lube and a packaged condom. "I want to fuck you, long and hard. That is, if you like it that way."
While Jake began preparing his tool, I spread my towel out on the bench and lay back, grabbing the posts for support. I lifted my legs up and back as he moved in to apply the lotion, the type that warms up on contact. Now my ass temperature was rising to match the warmth of the rest of my body as this muscle daddy pressed against the opening and carefully slid his beef-stick inside me.
I closed my eyes tight and saw a swirling mass of exploding colors that accompanied the exquisite sensation I was feeling. I opened my eyes to find my conquering hero staring intently back at me as he picked up the pace of his fucking. The sturdy bench beneath us (which would become my favorite for more reasons than one) began shaking as Jake rode me like the bucking bronco I was imitating. Much the way I attempted to swallow him whole, I wanted that staff inside me as far as physically possible.
The room filled with grunts, groans and passionate exclamations as we slowly melded together. The girth of Jake's dick rattled my chute as it pistoned back and forth along a well worn path. He leaned forward, pressing my knees to my upper chest as he kissed me and his hands slipped down to grasp my bottom. Without warning, he reared back at the same time he lifted me off the bench, his cock reaching my g spot with a penetrating thrust that caused me to fire volley after volley of the white stuff all over my upper body, totally without using my hands! A definite first for me!
Taking care not to hurt me by withdrawing too quickly, Jake shed the rubber and added matching blasts of his own semen to mine. When he had finished, I gently pulled him on top of me and we locked lips once again.
"Look at me,' I said. "Now I have to shower again."
"You can do that at my place," Jake stated. "After you return the favor."
Needless to say, after this exceptional night, I became a lifetime member of Jake's Gym.