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As I turned to leave the men's locker room, I saw a man enter. The man was handsome and masculine. He was maybe 5-8, husky muscular build, dark blonde hair, brown eyes, and a friendly, confident smile on his face.
As he walked by my row of lockers, I turned around and pretended to rifle for something in my gym bag. I'm "above average looking" at 5-9, smooth, boyishly muscular build with short brown hair and blue eyes. I could feel that sensation of excitement and lust stir within me as I purposefully walked past the last row of lockers behind which he now stood.
When I rounded the corner, I drew in my breath quickly as he came into view. He stood bare-chested; his camouflage-patterned boxer briefs were all that covered his hunky frame. He turned quickly as he heard me approach.
"How's it going, are you my workout partner for the day?" I asked, knowing full- well the answer.
"I'm Dalton, if that's who you're looking for," he replied. His voice was deep and soft; it sounded like a whisper, but it had a flirtatious tone to it as well.
"Well, okay then," I stammered. "I'll see you out on the floor." With that, I turned around and left him behind in the locker room. As the owner of the club, it was my duty to train the new personal trainers. Dalton had applied for the position several weeks ago, and it had taken several in-person interviews to convince me he was right for the job. Dalton was attractive and would probably bring in a lot of business to the club. He was also a little irresponsible and liked to have fun.
Dalton exited the locker room a minute later, wearing a tight pair of lycra shorts that hugged his glutes, quads, and hamstrings in all the right places. His tank stretched across his massively ripped chest and rocky shoulders as his thick arms protruded from the tank's sides.
The workout went smoothly. I asked him to pretend I was a person new to working out, to walk me through a standard routine for a novice. Dalton spoke well, used his hands to guide my muscles, and looked me in the eyes with such compassion I almost had to look away. As we finished working on my abs, Dalton took his hand and placed it under my t-shirt to illustrate how my abs should tense up when doing the exercises. His hands were warm, rough, but tender; he gently grasped my 6-pack and rubbed lightly up and down my abdominal region. Before my growing excitement became all-too apparent, I declared the session over and headed off to shower.
Dalton followed me into the locker room.
"So, do you think you can find a place for me?" he asked with a note of concern.
"Dalton," I said, "there's plenty of room for a guy like you on my team." Dalton smiled, a smile that made my lust tinge ever deeper. I slowly began to remove my shorts and shirt, expecting Dalton to turn away. Instead, he kept looking me at me without saying so much as word. I smiled in an awkward way. At that moment, Dalton continued.
"You know, I've been with a lot of women in my life." He paused as he looked around to ensure he was without an audience.
"But there's something about you that makes me interested," he finished. As he spoke the last few words, his finger glided down from my shoulder and rested on my lower abdomen.
I sucked in my breath instinctively and tried to step back from him. Anticipating my move, Dalton reached out his hand, grabbed my wrist and thrust my hand into his groin. Through his lycra shorts, I could feel a stirring that equaled my own.
We headed into the private showers at the back of the gym. At this early hour of the morning, almost no one else was around. I stepped in the shower stall first and looked back at the hunky god who followed me. His smile beamed, and his tan skin shone as he pushed himself under the stream of the warm water.
We kissed, but our kisses were not deep-tonguing kisses of love. We kissed like animals; we kissed on each other's necks and arms, exploring each other with our mouths and tongues. I suckled his muscular pecs with my mouth, and his nipples hardened with excitement and anticipation.
He reached out and wrapped his paw around my hardening cock. Just in the way he grabbed me I could tell he hadn't done this before. His grip was seductive and forceful, but it was not overbearing. He held onto me as my cock grew in length and width.
I reached out to stroke his balls lightly. They had been shaved and were smooth to the touch. His entire muscular body was smooth to the touch, only a thin patch of dark blonde pubic hair pointed the way to his stiffening cock.
I motioned for him to turn around. The water sprayed down his back and his stomach as I massaged his muscular, melon-shaped ass cheeks. He sighed deeply but quietly. I kneaded them for several minutes with a passionate touch.
Suddenly, without warning, I knealt before Dalton and licked his firm ass cheeks with my tongue. I could taste the sweat washing off his muscular behind as my tongue darted flirtatiously closer to his hole.
Minutes later, when I reached his pucker with my tongue, I slipped my tongue inside without asking his permission or even wanting it. Dalton had never been tongued before like that because his reaction was so genuine. He enjoyed it and tried to keep that feeling as I pushed deeper inside his hole with my tongue. His hole responded by tightening on my moist intrusion; at the same time, he slid further back on my tongue, inviting it deeper into his private insides.
I turned him around again and invited his fully erect cock into my moist mouth with one swift motion. Dalton breathed heavily as my tongue massaged his massive cock head, gently cradling the tender bottom between the roof of my mouth and my tongue.
Dalton began to rock back and forth, enjoying the rhythm of my mouth on his cock. I quietly massaged his balls with my fingers and let my hands massage his leg muscles as the water from the shower continued to pour down on us.
Dalton pushed my head off his cock and pulled me up by the armpits. He quickly knealt down in front of me as his hands groped my boyish pecs, his fingers playing with my nipples and squeezing my pecs like I used to squeeze a girl's tits. The squeezing signaled I was his, and he was mine. He squeezed me defiantly and passionately while his tongue caressed my cock head. He couldn't make it down my entire shaft with his mouth because this was probably his first time. His tongue did the trick by licking my shaved balls, dancing quietly from one bulge to the other, darting back and forth to increase my pleasure.
After a few minutes, Dalton stood up and grabbed the tiny bottle of lube I'd brought into the shower. He rubbed some on my cock, and I nearly exploded with the feeling of slippery pleasure and rough masculinity. He then reached around and rubbed some on his ass while he stood facing me and smiled at me with his warm grin. He turned to face the wall of the shower, his hands up above him as if he were being frisked by a cop. His back arched, and his ass bounced up to meet my cock. I slowly inserted my dick into Dalton's tight muscle-boy hole.
I waited inside of him for several minutes while he became used to the size of my cock in his tight, private space. I then began to push back and forth -- gently and slowly at first. He sighed approvingly as I pushed myself back into his warm, slippery grip. I pulled out slowly and squeezed his bulging pecs with my hands. I nibbled on his ear as I pushed back in again, deeper and more insistently than before. His head popped back in pleasure, and his ass backed up more fiercely against my hard cock, burying me deep inside his tunnel.
I'd had many experiences with guys but never with a guy so muscular, so masculine, and so virginal. I was fucking him, yes; I was fucking his hard, muscular, smooth, baseball-shaped ass cheeks, fucking him smoothly and deeply. I respected Dalton, wanted him to feel the respect I felt for him in every thrust I made. I wanted him to feel it when I squeezed his budding chest, gripped his tricep, and pinched his nipples.
I breathed heavily as I emptied my semen deep inside his tract. The orgasm was neither quick nor instantaneous. My cum rose up from deep inside of me, flooded every sense organ of my body, and then suddenly erupted through my cock and into his tight man hole. His ass convulsed at the same time, and I could feel his cum explode in my hands as they gripped his cock with tight sensuality.
I stayed inside of him for a while longer as he thrust against me, standing still against the shower wall.
As Dalton pushed himself off my drooping, heavy cock, he turned around to face me again.
"I knew I was right about you," he whispered into my ear as he left me behind in the shower stall with the memory of our experience.