Erotica - Massage Therapy at the Gym

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I'm a gym rat. Let me clarify; I go to the gym everyday and work out for a couple of hours. I'm not a body builder, not huge like a mister universe or anything. But I am in good shape and I'm proud of my six pack. My girlfriend said I could be a model, and while pleased, I don't dwell on my looks.

Last week I was running late, just barely making it from overtime at work to the gym in the last couple of hours before closing. But I changed into my usual loose gray knit shorts and sleeveless white t-shirt and did my aerobic workout on the machines. After an hour of that, I started on weights, standing in front of the mirrors. My shorts were darkened with sweat and clung to my body. I realized that everyone who cared to look could clearly see my bulge since I had forgotten my athletic underwear and was wearing only my workout shorts.

Not that there were many people there so late in the evening, in fact, just the massage therapist, getting in a quick workout before going home, and the guy at the front desk, reading a magazine. Dave, the therapist, saw me looking around and nodded a quick hello in the mirror. I felt comfortable enough to continue with my weights.

I was somewhat hypnotized, being there almost alone, and stared intently at myself while working. I kept noticing how my dick bulged out against the knit fabric, how good it looked, and how good it felt pressing out against my shorts. As I watched, my cock started to get hard. Bit by bit, as I pumped the weights, the blood pumped into my cock, giving me one of the slowest, biggest erections I've ever had. I knew I couldn't touch myself there in the weight room, so I continued lifting and staring as my hard on pulsed against the pressure of my shorts.

My reverie was broken when I heard Dave say, "Bill, I'll lock up tonight if you want to head home." Startled, I glanced up to see Bill gather his things from the front desk and leave, while Dave moved my way. "Hey Todd, how's it going? I was wondering if you wanted a quick massage before heading home. You're always working so hard in here - especially tonight." And he headed straight back to the massage therapy room.

Had he noticed my erect cock? He hadn't given me any clues or obvious looks. I wasn't sure I wanted to stay at the gym any longer, but felt I couldn't be so rude as to just leave. I would poke my head into the massage room to say thanks but no thanks and then head home for some relief for my raging hard on. As I walked back, I couldn't help but drop my hand to my stiff tool. I reached down and cupped my balls and brought my hand up to stroke the entire shaft a couple of times; I badly needed relief! As I touched the head of my dick, I felt dampness from the pre cum oozing out of the tip. I moaned just as I got to the door of Dave's workroom.

"Todd, are you okay?" asked Dave. I cleared my throat and tried to sound normal as I told him I was fine. When I looked around the corner into the therapy room, I got an unexpected eyeful. Dave was standing with his back to me in front of the mirrors (the room doubled as a yoga center) with only his shorts on. It was clear that he was suffering exactly the way I was. His huge dick was forcing his shorts straight out in front of him and he also had a damp spot front and center.

"I have no idea why this is happening" I said. "I'm not gay, and I've seen your wife, so I know you're not either. Why am I so turned on?" By now, my dick was screaming for attention and my balls were throbbing. Dave turned around to me and said, "I don't know either, but I'm confident in my sexuality and I figure, if it feels good do it!" He pulled me in front of him so I was facing the mirrors and he was behind me.

A shudder passed through me as I felt the tip of his thick cock brush against my ass. "Does it feel good?" He took my moan to be a yes. I watched in the mirror as he brought his hands around to my chest and pressed his entire length against me. And he was watching me in the mirror as he dropped his right hand down my chest and over my six pack. My cock practically jumped up to meet his caress which finally came, along with another moan from me.

My girlfriend and I have spiced up our sex life with some toys. We use a vibrator on her, and she slips a butt plug in me when she sucks my dick. It makes me crazy it feels so good. So when Dave slipped my shorts out and over my erection I automatically arched my back to feel the pressure of his prick against my eager asshole. I could feel myself opening up hopefully.

He pulled away briefly as he removed his shorts and then moved his hot hard dick against me rhythmically as he stroked my shaft. I glanced at him in the mirror to see the question in his face and I just nodded. Dave reached over to his massage table for a bottle of oil. He rubbed some on his dick and then slipped an oiled finger in my hole. I gasped and he brought his slick hand back around to my quivering cock and stroked me almost to the edge. I leaned over a little and he guided the tip of his oiled cock into my ass.

Finding it open and ready, he pushed a little farther until he was halfway in. He thrust in and out as I pushed back against him, a little farther onto his cock each time until he was all the way in. He just held me back against him, his throbbing dick buried deep inside me. Then, as he continued to stroke me, he fucked my ass so hard I came all over the mirror. He fucked me another minute or so, but the contractions from my orgasm brought him to the edge too, and I felt him explode inside of me.

It was one of the most amazing experiences I've ever had, and after I'd showered and was leaving, Dave said, "Same time next week?"

"Of course!"