2. SPENCE

I'd been going to the gym for three months, not religiously, but I was there to put on some muscle and maybe learn to defend myself in case of an attacker. It was worth noting I'd never actually been attacked, but my mom had given me the fear.

There were a couple things I knew to be true about visiting the gym. I knew it would get smelly because everyone in there was working out, so I went in the morning before that could happen. I also knew that exercise got the blood pumping, and blood pumped wherever it wanted, and usually that landed right in my cock. And on the short list of things I knew to be true, the gym was full of hot men who looked like they could break me in two, and that struck a primal chord within me, and I hadn't known it before joining a gym, but knew kink unlocked .

I hadn't acted on any of my urges, mostly because I was twig begging to be broken in the eyes of these men. That was until today. There must've been something in the water this Friday morning because I grabbed a cock pressing itself against a pair of shorts. I was never an initiator of anything. Even at work, my performance reports were always, take initiative , while I just liked to be told what to do.

In the gym locker room, following Oscar, he went to his locker and I went to mine. We were back to back. I'd only managed to switch out my shoes for my shower slides while staring into the void of my locker, anxiety questioning my decisions. Oscar pulled out a towel and turned to me. "Cubical or open?"

"Huh?" I was experiencing an out-of-body moment, staring down at me from above, my knees nearly buckling to the overpowering man stood in front of me.

"The showers," he said. "There are private cubicles, or do you use the communal open ones?"

I knew this was an invite to shower with him, but there was also a need to ask for him to clarify exactly what he meant. I opened my mouth, a single vowel fell out.

There was nobody else in the locker room. "You want to play in public, or in private," he said, leaning an arm on the locker beside me, bridging the gap between our bodies. "You do want to play, right?"

He clarified for me anyway. "Private," I whispered, wetting my lips like they'd become perpetually dry. "Please."

"Please," he repeated. "That's cute."

A giggle came out. "Ok."

"Grab a towel," he said. "Wait. Are you—"

"I'm on PrEP, and I've never had anything. Oh, and I'm a bottom."

He tilted his head. "You didn't need that last part. I know you are. But that was my question. I'm tested regularly." He kissed me. "You smell good," he said, before walking off.

I rushed to grab the towel from my gym bag in the locker. He took my breath away, not literally, but he probably could've done if he'd locked lips with me long enough. He'd vanished down the hallway when I was ready. There was only one cubical in use, and the shower started.

Preparing myself to knock, the door slowly opened to Oscar, naked. Six-foot-something, with more muscle than two of me combined. His skin was tanned, his body hair manscaped to a small bush on his chest, two more under his raised arms, holding him up on the cubical walls, and another at his crotch, right by his cock. If this was a Dungeons and Dragons campaign the Dungeon Master would have me roll for damage right about now.

My eyes couldn't settle, they didn't know where to. He'd already submerged himself under the showerhead, the droplets on his body made him all glossy. I wanted to press my lips to his large arms and suck the water directly from his skin.

"Are you just going to stand out there?" he asked, breaking my concentration.

"Yeah." I stepped inside and the cubical and closed the door. He collected the towel from my hand and placed it on the hook at the back of the door. "I—I don't usually do this. Or—or like ever."

"I don't mind if you do," he said, helping me out of my clothes. His wet hands grabbed at me, squeezing my arms and chest. "You've got plenty of muscle."

"Thank you."

"Wanna feel mine?" he asked. "You can."

His arms were double mine, maybe triple at a push. I used both my hands to squeeze at his shoulders and go down his arms as he continued to undress me, pulling me out of my shorts and underwear. He got on his knees, between my legs, he looked up at me, my cock twitching to be touched.

"What do you like?" He pressed his lips against my torso, slightly ticklish near my belly button.

I didn't have the guts to tell him what I'd really been craving; the idea of being used and filled all the way up, bound, and a little hide and seek, predator and prey. "Um—I—"

Oscar's lips were soft and his kisses were accompanied by little ravenous licks like he woke pleasure zones up all across my body. He went up to my nipples, and I moaned, the echo of it must've been heard throughout the showers and connecting men's locker room. It made him suck my nipples harder. My hands had been on his shoulders, scared to try and control his movement, because that wasn't me, I was never in control.

"You don't have to be scared of your pleasure," he said, hooking an arm around my back. "I've known to be very good at giving pleasure, if you're open to accepting it."

Not only did he have a silver tongue, his physical touch was gay catnip. "I'm open," I let out, gasping and moaning, all of it coming out after suppressing it for too long. "Fuck me."

He pulled me into the shower, fully in control over my movements. He could've slung me over his shoulder and I'd have taken it. From his knees, he gave my hard cock a suck, and then my balls, both of them in his mouth. My back arched a little from the sensation. I couldn't explain whether it was pleasure or pain, but it made my entire body grow super sensitive. Then he went to my taint, his tongue had me leaning back, almost sitting on my face.

"You're not gonna fall," he said from under me, picking more of me up and pushing my back against the tile wall where the showerhead was. From there, he went under me and ate my ass. Sensory overload in the best possible way as water tickled my skin from above, and his tongue tickled me from below.

I didn't want it to stop. I didn't want him to stop. I couldn't recall the last time someone had been so in tune with my body, even I wasn't this in tune with it. He went in with a finger, just the tip, it had me wiggling around on top of him, begging him to explore me.

"You like that?" he asked, going at my ass with a finger and licking the tip of my cock with the tip of his tongue. "Of course, you do." My head went back, looking up at the ceiling, my mouth open letting all moans echo out of my throat.

"Yes," I said, verbalizing it to him. "Fuck me," I moaned once more. I didn't want to get too overwhelmed, blow my load, and let this be for nothing. I wanted to at least have my body tell itself we'd had sex so this could be the reset point of a six week dry period.

Gently, Oscar lowered me to the floor. "Don't get too carried away," he said, pulling himself from his knees. His cock swinging above my head. "You don't have somewhere to be, do you?"

Like a pendulum, I followed the cock, my head nodding with it. "No." I was hypnotized by his dick. I would've given him my social security number if he'd asked for it. "Can I suck it?"

"Don't ask," he said, placing his hands behind his head and stepping forward so his gorgeous abs would be hit by the shower.

I took his cock with both hands and worked the tip of it with my tongue like I was licking a push pop. I kept looking up at him to try and get his reaction. I wanted to know if I was doing a good job. Wrapping my lips around his cock and going down as far as possible, he moaned just as I was about to gag. My throat wasn't long enough to take it all, but that didn't stop me from trying. I went down his shaft, kissing and licking from the frenulum which I knew was one of the most sensitive parts.

"Put them in your little mouth," he said, cupping his balls, pushing them to me.

They were low hangers. If he freeballed, I feared they might fall out of whatever he wore. It made me bounce around on my knees a little, excited, wishing there was something under me, penetrating me to experience a near air tight experience. I could only fit one of his balls in my mouth at a time, and he moaned out, stomping his feet on the tile floor, splashing around.

This wasn't the first time I'd pleasured a man, I knew a thing or two, but it was the first time I was doing it in public almost. I didn't know how vocal to be, or whether there was an unwritten rule on the etiquette of getting dick in a gym shower cubical.

Oscar was full of words of affirmation, telling me how good I was doing, almost like he knew I thrived off praise. It made me work harder, jerking his cock and licking at the sweet, sticky precum he produced.

He tapped my shoulder. "Up," he said, gesturing with a tilt of his chin.Standing in front of him. My five-eight body almost feeling like I was still on my knees in front of him. He leaned in to kiss me. "Turn around."

Pressing my chest to the file, the shower raining down my back. I felt my cheeks part and his face fill the gap between them. My moans echoed out the most in this position. It was almost like he knew that, and enjoyed it. I splayed my arms out up against the tile, taking as much of the cold to compete with the heat. "Yes," a feral scream came out. "Oh. Fuck."

From behind, his entire body pressed against mine. His head at my neck, kissing me up to my ear. "I think it would've been a little more fun if this place was packed," he said, hips gyrating against my back, pushing my cock against the grooves in the tile. He knew exactly what he was doing, his experience had me turned on to an eleven out of ten. "You okay with me picking you up?"

"Huh?"

He turned me around quick. "Picking you up."

I nodded. I was just enjoying the experience, begging to be used as a plaything. "Anything."

Oscar parted my ass cheeks and with it, he pushed me up against the wall, keeping me in place with the pressure of his body against mine. "Good," he said, kissing me on the lips. "That's what I liked to hear."

I could only nod with dog-like obedience.

With my legs spread, coming out at his side, under his arms. He lifted me a little higher, positioning his cock to my hole. "Spit," he said, placing two fingers in front of my mouth.

My mouth had been so dry, but I mustered a tiny amount of spit onto his fingers. He used it against my hole, penetrating me with those fingers, my back arching, pushing my chest out to him. But I knew those fingers weren't the main event, and he was just having his fun teasing me.

"I never thought you'd be such a pleasure whore," he said, removing his fingers.

"Again," I said, now that he'd created a vacuum inside me from where they'd been.

He kissed me again, this time his tongue making its way inside my mouth, battling my tongue for dominance. And at the same time, he gently lowered my body onto his cock. I couldn't open my mouth or beat his tongue, so I moaned directly into him.

I let Oscar use my ass however he felt best, fast, slow, with me against the wall, with me resting on his knees. He wasn't showing any signs of stopping, and I didn't dare touch my cock, knocking I would ruin the fun for both of us by cumming. I'd wrapped my arms around his back, my fingers aching into his soft skin.

"I'm gonna full you up," he whispered in my ear.

"Yes, please," I begged.

Voices echoed, entering the shower room. Reminding me we were in public.

I didn't even touch my cock and I came, shooting cum up against my torso for it to be washed away with the shower in quick succession. I placed a hand to my mouth and Oscar removed it with a devilish smile, my moans came out. There was no stopping it.

As much as it was just me and Oscar in this moment, there were still those voices. They made me harder, and continue to produce cum with my cock throbbing and my hole squeezing at his cock inside me.

He kept eye contact with me and from a single nod, he confirmed hat was about to happen. Several near ass-ripping throbs later, and he came inside me, filling me up to the point there was an ache in my belly.

"You took that like a champ," he said, slowly unraveling our bodies from their twisted connection. "Let me wash you."

I could feel his cum seeping out of my ass, I was almost afraid of him to get all up in me again now that we'd fucked. But he was not the person he looked to be. He grabbed his washbag from the hook, pulling out fancy smelling soaps, shampoos, and conditioners. All travel size.

"I travel for work, obviously," he said, rubbing my chest with the bar of soap. He went everywhere with it, under my arms, to my cock, and then between my legs. "If you want, I can turn around while you get you the rest of it out."

Gulping hard, I felt frozen in panic, almost. "It's super intimate."

"After what we've just done, nothing is too intimate," he said. "Do you business and I'll get you all cleaned up. If there's one thing you should know about me, I don't skimp on the after care." He stroked my face, getting the soapy suds on my chin.

"Ok."

There was a relief to it. Strange. Today was full of firsts. Like the first time I fucked someone without getting their number. I didn't want the guy who'd given me the best dick I'd had in years to vanish after using his nice shower products on me because I didn't get his number.