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Bi-ding Time

by Aaron


Erotica Sex Story: Horny young man meets a well hung gym mate

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma   Consensual   Gay   Fiction   Anal Sex   Oral Sex   Size   .

Because my girlfriend’s job takes her out of town frequently, I am often left abstaining from one of my favorite activities. We have a very active sex life, and in lieu of sleeping around while she is away, I generally occupy myself with pastimes such as marathon masturbation sessions while indulging in cyber-porn, or as a more productive and less anti-social option, increasing my exercise load at the gym. When Ana is in town, I generally work out on the average of three times weekly, in addition to an average of sex three times daily. However, when Ana is away, I go to the gym at least six days a week.

One particular Ana-less Friday evening, I was feeling so horny that I thought I was going to explode. I had since tired of self-gratifying cock stroking, so I decided to go work out. As it was nearing ten, I had about two hours to blow off some steam.

One thing nice about going to the gym late on Friday night is that there are usually only three or four other people using the facility. I suppose most of the beautiful young college girls were probably out getting drunk in anticipation the young, stiff dicks that their nights may yield. And of course, each young, stiff dick that frequents this establishment was probably slamming beer and buying condoms in the men’s room of a bar in hopes of burying his erection inside of one of those tight little vaginas of the night. Consequently, I was relatively certain that my work out session would contain no eye candy. I was, however, anticipating a focused, undisrupted, alternative-to-sex workout.

In fact, there was only one other person using the facility. Being the curious people-watcher that I am, I was naturally checking him out. He was a good looking, well-built man in his late forties. He was about six feet tall with salt-and-pepper hair, a moustache, and ice-blue eyes. As he was doing a set of leg curls, I could tell that this man had been working out all his life. I was thinking how much I hoped I had a body like his in ten years. I figured that maybe he had a young, beautiful girlfriend that he fucked into a frenzy on a regular basis, and who appreciated a sexy older man’s experience. If I were a young woman, he would have most certainly intrigued me.

The truth was, he DID intrigue me. There was something about him that was very attractive. Although I have had a few homosexual experiences, never did they go beyond drunken experimentation. As I mentioned, my current girlfriend and I have great sex, and lots of it, and I have no need to fantasize about anyone else, let alone another man. However, for some reason unknown to me, my sexual energy was completely focused on this guy.

Like an orgasm, as quickly as this feeling came over me, it dissipated as the handsome stranger left my view. I now had the entire gym to myself, at least all of it that I could see, to complete my workout.

Once done with my workout, I headed to the locker room to shower up. As I disrobed and headed for the showers, I heard running water in another stall, and I assumed it was the handsome older man.

When I was done with my shower, I dried off and went to my locker. The handsome stranger was as naked as I was and standing four lockers down from me. All of a sudden, a warm flash came over me as I stole as many glances at his naked body as I could. This man was beautiful! From the back, I could see his big, broad shoulders, his wedge-cut back, his thick, muscular legs, and his tight, round ass that was as white as semen in contrast to his honey-tanned body. As he was facing his locker, completely oblivious to my presence, I was hoping that he would turn just a little to give me a frontal view. Good luck was with me, and as he did, my heart almost skipped a beat. This gorgeous god of the gym had big, beautiful, muscular arms, and an equally sexy rock-hard chest. I could see that his nipples were hard, and a thick coat of hair covered his front, although not thick enough to hide his mouth-watering pecs, and perfect washboard abs.

I could feel my own breath increase, and adrenaline seared through my veins as I took my hungry eyes from his meaty tanned thighs and caught a full view of the biggest, fattest, most delicious-looking penis that I had ever seen. I’m fairly well hung, but this stud had a cock that was at least eleven inches long, and very, very thick. It was circumcised, and had a mushroom-head that was thicker than the shaft. His balls were equally huge, and I envisioned them holding gallons of cum. My mouth watered, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of that gorgeous, monster horse-cock and those big, beautiful, furry testicles.

“Better get dressed. They close in five minutes,” said the big-dicked middle-aged Adonis, completely catching me off guard. He looked at me at first in a scolding manner, but immediately broke into a smile that completely embarrassed me.

“Yeah,” I said sheepishly.

“Did that hurt?” he said to me, looking at my cock.

“What?” I asked, as I noticed that my cock was a throbbing rock-hard missile.

“The piercing.”

“Yeah, it hurt,” I said even more embarrassed than I was at getting caught peeking at his awesome prick.

“My name is Bruce,” he said, and he shook my hand. We were both still naked. I sill had a raging boner, and I could see that Bruce’s oversized cock was half-erect.

“Aaron,” I said. “Nice to meet you. Hey, I didn’t mean to offend you...”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m flattered,” Bruce interjected, and by this time, the both of us were almost dressed. “If you don’t have any plans this evening, I have some beer and movies at my place. You’re welcome to join me.”

At that prospect, I almost came in my pants. This guy was drop-dead gorgeous, with the most incredible smile, body, cock, etc., and he was asking me to his house? How could I say no?!

While I drove to Bruce’s house, I couldn’t stop thinking of what lie ahead. In my mind, I kept seeing his naked body and his larger-than-life cock and balls. I imagined myself kissing his beautiful lips passionately, while running my hands along his hard chest and stomach. I envisioned sucking and biting on his nipples and feeling his heartbeat faster, while his big dick got hard. I thought of myself unleashing the enslaved giant python from his tight jeans and stuffing it into my mouth while he groaned with ecstasy.

“Come in, dude,” Bruce said warmly, the words playing like music with his soft voice. He had changed out of the jeans and button-down shirt I last saw him in. Now he was wearing a pair of too-tight cut-offs that showed most of his thick, hairy, sexy thighs, caressed his fine ass, and displayed nicely the bulge of his big balls and the outline of his gigantic man-pole. His shirt was a white button-down, but it was unbuttoned, and the sleeves were cut, displaying his massive, furry, buff upper body. His nipples were erect, as was my cock from seeing this sight. “I think I pulled my neck while I was doing a set,” he said. “I need to get a hold of my masseuse.”

At that moment, I saw this as an open invitation to run my desiring hands all over his hot body. “I’ll give you a massage,” I quickly replied. “Let me change into my gym shorts so I can be comfy, and in the meantime, take off your shirt.”

At that, I went and changed. I really didn’t need to do so, but I was hoping that Bruce would get turned on by my own tattooed and pierced buff body. I thought that while I massaged him, I could gently rub my nakedness against his beautiful, strong, tan back. I had a hard-on coming out of the bathroom, and I wanted this man-god to see it.

I sat down in the recliner, and Bruce sat on the floor between my legs. I made sure that my thighs were firmly pressed against his sides, giving him no other option than to rest his arms on top of my legs. As I began to rub his neck and shoulders, I became quite aroused. My cock was throbbing almost to orgasm, and I subtly pressed it against his back. He reacted by moving back towards me. As I massaged him, I moved my face very close to smell him. His scent was clean, but musky like an animal. I was watching his big cock get erect through his shorts, and it looked like it was going to burst the seams.

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