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Gym Romance - Part 1 : The Meeting
I'd been going to the gym for a while now. It wasn't a large gym, but nice. Enough equipment to keep fit, and good eye candy. The men's locker room had its own private hot tub, steam room and sauna, which most all the guys never bothered with covers and were naked. The only age restriction was that you had to be 16 or over. There actually were quite a few teens that used the gym, and the locker room with no modesty.
This was your regular up and up facility, but there was always some man action present. It was always a little discreet, but you always knew when some action could be had. There were plenty of private places out of prying eyes, the showers were completely private, there are a couple of private massage rooms as well as a couple of rest/bunk rooms.
The teens were easy to spot if they were up for a little action, up being the key word. Most of the guys that were on the hunt so to speak we're the in the range of twenties to mid forties. Myself, I fell into the twenties crowd, at 22. Normally I had always had my playtime with guys within about two years of my age in either direction, but there were a few really hot guys in their mid to late thirties. That changed for one young man that I had seen coming to the gym for just over a year.
Just over a year ago a very young looking teen started coming to the gym. The first time I saw him he was in baggy gym clothes, and showing a bit of puppy fat. When he lifted his arms to raise some weights, you could see he had only a few wisps of hair, and his face didn't look like he needed to shave yet. He was struggling a little on a chest press, so I went over to help him. His voice was in the midst of change, which caused him much embarrassment apparently, as he blushed so well.
He looked up appreciatively. He had light brown eyes and hair, and Cupid baby face. I asked him where his Dad was to help him. He said his Dad would never set foot in a gym, and he started last week because he didn't want to become like him. So I asked if he wanted me to walk him through a few things he could easily do on his own, to start breaking in his body for working out. I let him know the free weight chest press wasn't the best to start with.
He said he'd really like it if I'd show him a few things. So I first asked his age, which he said he just turned 16 a few weeks ago. I knew he had to be at least that to join here, but he really looked to be 14 or so. I must have had a funny look on my face, as he popped out and said puberty hits late in his genes, his Dad didn't start until late from what he was told. I let him know no worries, and I had been a bit of a late bloomer as well, starting just after 15, and not real noticeable until 16, when I started to be more physically active. He asked my age and said I was younger than most he'd seen the couple of times he'd been there. I said I was 22, and my name was Jon. He said his name was Kyle.
I showed Kyle some of the cardio equipment he should use, and some of the non-free weight equipment he should start out with, and the weights. I let him know that's how I had started, and just build up weights until you hit a weight you like down the road. I said I was at the build and weight I wanted, so it's just maintaining. I asked him where he wanted to go with building his body, which he said he'd love to be just about like me, that he thought I was the perfect look for a guy. Then he promptly blushed a deep red. I thanked him for the compliment. As I had already done my workout, I let him know I needed to go, and he should do at least 20 minutes cardio. He went off to a machine, and I headed off to locker room. As I finished my shower and headed back into the locker room, I saw Kyle heading over to showers, all the while he was having to keep adjusting his towel at his waist. Seeing him in just his towel showed how little he had developed as yet. He was a cute little guy, puppy fat and all. He saw me in my towel, and looked a little startled, I guess enough so that his grip on the towel loosened enough that it fell. He had no pubic hair as yet, and his balls looked like little skin covered marbles, they didn't look like they had really dropped yet, and his little penis was just about maybe three inches, and hard as rock. He blushed furiously, grabbed his towel and all but ran for the shower. Poor kid, and I grinned inside.
Over the next year and more we saw each other off and on out on the floor.
Typically me just ending my session and him starting. We talked a little on the floor, him telling more of his life, and his family life. He had a good life, as he said probably could be better. I watched over the next year plus how Kyle's face over that time was taking on more and more of a manly square look, and you could tell that he must have started shaving, as a few times he had noticeable shadow. He continued to wear the same baggy gym wear, but the short legs and arm sleeves were getting shorter, as he must have shot up more than a foot over the past year. He had developed a great set of legs, nicely haired along them, as well as thinner stronger looking forearms, also with a shade bit of darker hair. He was still using the machines I showed him. I stopped by him one day while he was doing arm lifts, and Kyle had developed quite a bit of hair in his pits, and it looked good. When I said hi and looking good, I must have surprised him as he got startled. Then a big grin on his face, as well as a bit of a blush. His greeting showed his voice had settled into his manly tone, medium bass and very sexy.
One day, after about two years, I had to alter my schedule and go in a little later than usual, and walked in with Kyle not more than a minute behind. He took a locker next to me. We shot the breeze while changing. Well, me changing, he was already in his baggy wear, just had to change his shoes. When I peeled off my shirt, I couldn't help but see Kyle look at my chest, with his eyes looking at my nipples and mid chest, then following my hair line down my body. As I moved to completely remove my shirt, Kyle moved his head quickly to seem like he wasn't looking, but the slight blush on his face gave him away. I acted like I didn't notice and just kept getting ready. I started to undo my jeans and take them off. I had chosen to wear a jock that day, knowing I was going to workout later. I turned toward the locker to finish undressing, as I had started to throw a little wood from Kyle's wondering eyes. It's always a good feeling to know your body is appealing to another guy.
Having turned this way, I knew I'd basically be giving Kyle the full moon, but I felt better that than showing him I was a little turned on. As I pulled my jeans off exposing my hard, slightly fuzzed ass to Kyle I heard a quiet sharp in take of breathe. I just kept talking as if I didn't hear that, and pulled up my shorts covering my ass. I turned to Kyle and saw him looking a little flushed and slightly wide eyed. I sat down next to him and started putting on my shoes. As I bent down to tie my shoes, I saw a little to my left and it looked like Kyle was maybe throwing a little wood himself, as he kept adjusting himself, and showing a little grimace. I finished the shoes and slapped Kyle's knee and said lets go.
While Kyle and I worked out together, it was apparent he'd really grown over the past couple of years. He was my height now of 5-11, with his baggy clothes I couldn't tell how his body looked, but his arms and legs were well developed now, and they didn't show any hint of the prior puppy fat. As he lifted his arms to move a weight, I saw inside his arm pit, and he did have a very nice patch of hair, and I got a whiff of a very manly smell. As he stood and stretched, his shirt lifted and I saw a light dusting of hair wisps coming down from his navel, and that navel seemed to be resting on pretty tight abs. Kyle watched as I did my reps, and he seemed to watch as my arms flexed, and my pecs flexed slightly.
After we finished our workout, we headed back into the locker room. I asked Kyle if he wanted to join me in the spa tub for a soak. He said that would be great, but he didn't have a swimsuit because he was to worried what he'd look like in one, and too embarrassed to ask his parents to get him one. I couldn't believe this was being said by him, and was now unbelieving at how his parents could allow Kyle to grow up with such low esteem. I know he said his parents, especially his Dad was heavy and he didn't want to be that way, but Kyle was anything but that from what I could tell through the baggy clothes.
I reached over and took his shoulder, and told him to come with me. I moved him over to a private room, will sort of large closet, that was all mirrors around. This was a place where guys could go and flex their muscles, and see how their body was doing. It was very private, so a guy wouldn't have to be self conscience. I told Kyle we were going to settle his image of himself right now, and told him to strip off his shirt. He hesitated about taking his shirt off. I put my hand on his shoulder again, and carefully told him that I promised I wouldn't tease or be critical of how he looked, and asked if he trusted me. He looked me in the eyes and said he trusted me and that I was like a big brother or older class buddy to him.
This sort of shocked me, but also gave me a warm feeling inside. I said here, let me take mine off as well, so you don't feel alone. I pulled my shirt off, exposing my lightly haired chest and flat stomach, my pecs flexing and moving as I pulled the shirt off. My nipples were a little pointed, as they did sometimes. Kyle sort of stood there, not quite like a scared rabbit, the look in his eyes were a little hungry. He still didn't move to take his baggy shirt off, so I put my hand on his shoulder and stepped around behind him. I took a hold of the bottom of his shirt and started to pull it up. I watched in the mirror as I was lifting it, saw the start of his treasure trail I saw before at his shorts and kept lifting. The trail was right up to his navel, and as I continued to lift past his navel, the hair stopped about an inch above it. His abs were tight and flat, and definite ripples. His arms came up as I continued to lift his shirt. I could see in the mirror his hairy pits, and that deep wonderful manly smell from them.
Kyle's shirt came off, and what a sight he was. The baggy shirt was hiding a sculptured master piece of young man. His shoulders had the perfect indentations up to his neck, and perfect roundness of firm muscle to his arms. Coming down from his shoulders to firm, flatish perfect pecs that flexed with each movement, each pec with a beautiful nipple standing out from it. Each of his nipples stuck up just the right amount to be perfect to suck, and sat within beautiful tan colored dishes just slightly smaller than a quarter. Each nipple had a nice ring of hair just starting to sprout around it. In between his pecs was another nice patch of hair, that just made your eyes wander down. There his hair stopped for his midriff, which had the perfect ripple of muscle. Finally to his abs, which tight, and that wonderful treasure trail that made your eyes want to keep going down. His waist at most was a 30, just right for him. From there his baggy shorts kept you wondering.
I told him that he was looking great, and that he had developed into a perfect looking man, and that he had nothing to be ashamed of, then placed my arm over his shoulder. He looked at my eyes in the mirror, bright with an almost lost look, and said quietly, not as perfect as I was, then blushed and looked down. I looked at us in the mirror, and really we were I lot alike, except my chest hair was a little longer and dense, and covered my pecs completely, traveled down in wide strip from my pecs to little thinner line to my navel, then from navel down. Every few months it seemed the strip to my navel and from got just a bit wider. On my Dad his hair completely covered around his navel. Muscle wise we were pretty much identical, height I was just barely taller than Kyle. I looked a little more mature, but I am 6 years older than him.
Kyle had such a poor image of himself, I almost wanted to cry. Here was a handsome young man in front of me, that just didn't see himself. I reached over and took Kyle's chin, and lifted it up so he would look at me.
"Kyle, look at me. You are a very handsome man, and we aren't that much different in look and build. You have done a beautiful job of developing yourself. Look in the mirror, look at us."
I stepped a little behind him and to the side. I placed my hand on his bare muscular shoulder and told him to lift his arm and make a muscle in his bicep. I did the same behind him. You could see our muscle build was about the same, if anything Kyle was slightly larger. I told him to look and see our biceps, see how they are like. I turned him towards me, took his other hand not flexing his bicep and told him to feel his bicep. He reached over and started to feel his muscle. I then reached over and took his hand again, and brought his hand over to my bicep and said here feel mine. His hand started to shake a little, and his breathing increased. He so carefully felt my bicep, almost lovingly felt it. A light blush showed on his cheeks. I could have sworn I heard him moan a little as he was feeling my bicep.
"See, feel that. See we are not that much different. In fact, I think you are slightly bigger in the bicep.", as I said this I reached over and felt his bicep carefully, with the same touch he used. This time, I'm sure I heard Kyle moan, and felt him quake just a little. His bicep was warm, and very hard, and did look and feel ever so slightly larger than mine.
"Jon, your muscle feels solid. Your skin is soft. I'm just a dumb kid, how can I ever be as good looking as you.". Then Kyle blushed deeply red again.
"Kyle don't be so hard on yourself. Turn around look at yourself. Look at the very handsome man standing here beside me. Look at your firm strong cheeks and chin, the muscles in your neck, leading to your shoulders." as I said this, Kyle was sort of fidgeting, not from nerves but like he was uncomfortable. "Kyle, are you scared or something".
Kyle blushed, and said he wasn't scared, but if he gets hard in his underwear it hurts. That concerned Jon, that couldn't be good. Kyle saw the look in Jon's face, and told him his Mom buys his underwear and gets it too small. I looked at Kyle, and said its not good if things are too tight on a guy. I told him to take his shorts off and let me see his underwear. He blushed, and sort of got a scared look in his face.
I asked if he was scared of me, or the situation. Kyle said no, he was more comfortable with me than anyone, but he was really hard and his balls sort of hurt, and he was worried what Jon would think with him being hard.
"Kyle, we're both guys. Guys get hard ons. Especially guys our age. Don't worry. Let me see, if you hurt that's not good. Here, I'll take my shorts off too, that way you will not be alone." I then pulled my shorts down, and stood there in my jockstrap. I stepped behind Kyle, and reached around him and undid his short strings, his shorts were so baggy they just fell. This left Kyle standing there in jockey briefs, that were obviously two sizes too small for him. So tight in fact, that if Kyle was as hard as he claimed, you couldn't tell. "Haven't you told your Mom that you need bigger clothes, and stuff?"
Kyle said he was too embarrassed to discuss that with her, and his parents really never talk to him or ask him things, especially that could be seen as anything having to with sex. I told Kyle to take those briefs off, they were going to hurt him. Kyle hesitated, so I fitted words to action and pulled them off. His penis was no longer the small boy penis I had seen, but a man's cock, a cock that was growing now that it was released. Kyle's balls were slightly larger than mine, and a touch red with a little blue cast. Yes, his briefs were way too tight for him. The other thing I noticed is that Kyle was very much uncut, even now fully hard his foreskin hung loosely over the head of his cock, a cock that was almost 7.5 inches and moving with his heart beat. He looked at me and blushed and looked down.
I took Kyle's chin again and made him look in my eyes. I told him not to be embarrassed, he's fine and a perfect man. I turned Kyle towards the mirror again, and looked at him from the mirror. He had the perfect muscle triangle pointing down to his crotch. The treasure trail from his navel with that muscle triangle just pleaded with your gaze to keep going down.
Kyle's treasure trail as it left his navel slowly started to widen, until it hit a very full thick set of pubes. Sticking out from those pubes was a perfect cock, glistening at the end with precum, and seemed to be building up more precum.
I then stepped a little to Kyle's side, and said see we aren't much different, I'm not the only perfect man here. With that I pulled my jock off. Kyle took a deep breath, and the first words from his mouth was, "You have foreskin too". My cock started growing now, rapidly to its almost 7.5 inches, so Kyle was also slightly bigger than me there as well.
I turned Kyle towards me, took his hand in mine and brought it to my right pec, and placed it flat there and slowly moved his hand. "Feel my chest, feel the muscle, feel my heart beat, feel my hair." I let go of his hand and let him feel on his own, which he moved it softly on my pec, tickling my hairs and when he got to my nipple he carefully touched and then lightly pinched. When he did this my cock throbbed just little, my own precum started to appear a little. I took his hand again, and moved it over to his right pec. As I moved his hand to his own chest, I looked down at his cock, and it was so hard it looked like it could easily be snapped off. You could clearly see his cock bouncing with his heart beat, and a constant leak of precum coming out of the loose hood hanging off his cock. Rock hard, throbbing, and the head is still completely covered and hidden.
"Feel your chest Kyle. Feel that muscle, feel it flex. Feel your nipple, feel that hair coming up." Kyle slowly moved his hand over his pec, he lightly tweaked his own nipple and moaned lightly, and a large drop of precum fell from his hood. "See our chests are pretty much a like, we're both hot muscled studs."
I then took his hand in mine again and brought it over to my midriff and abs, placing his hand flat on on my upper abs. I let Kyle's hand go, and just let him feel on his own. "Feel the muscles in my abs, feel how my hair wants to guide you. Feel my belly button, and the muscles around it." Kyle continued to feel my abs, he followed my thick treasure trail down, until he hit my pubes and felt them and the firm skin below and moved back up. While he was doing this, his breathing got harder, and the sex blush was starting to slowly appear on his chest. He was leaking more precum than ever.
I took his hand again then turned him towards the mirror, and stepped behind Kyle. My cock pressed upwards against his butt cheek, smearing my precum on his butt cheek. "Now, feel your body, look at your body compared to what you felt and saw on mine."
I moved his hand on his upper abs a little, letting my little finger move along with it. "Feel your tight muscles, feel your smooth skin and your hair as you come to it. Move along with your hair down your abs." I kept talking and guiding his hand, letting my little finger move along. All the while his breathing kept increasing, and the flush on his chest deepened.
His cock was really almost vibrating now with a stream of precum running out of his foreskin hood.
I placed my free hand on Kyle's lower right hip, I could feel his tight muscles and just the edge of his pubes. I let go of Kyle's hand and put my hand on his left pec muscle, and told him to continue to feel down his body, like he did mine, feel how we are a like. He continued down his abs, moving slowly, his breath getting faster. I moved my hand across to the middle of Kyle's chest, felt his soft patch of chest hair that resided between his firm pecs, and with my hand there pulled him back so his back was resting against my chest, and some how my cock slid in between his butt cheeks, so that my cock was resting pointing upwards in his hot valley. My mouth was beside his ear, and I whispered to him to keep feeling his body, feeling how strong and firm his body was, that he was now a very desirable young man, he wasn't the little boy who first came to this gym two years ago. As I was saying this I was moving my hand across his right pec, moving slowly to his nipple, and pulling him tighter to me.
I continued to whisper to him to feel himself, and feel my body against his. Kyle's hand was now just above his cock in his pubes, feeling his own pubes, feeling his tight groin. His cock was bobbing up and down, and precum was pouring out, a long clear string from his hood to the floor. His breathing was tight and fast, with a blush all over his chest now. I heard Kyle murmur, "god, I can feel his cock against me, he's holding me so tight, I feel his hair on me. I've wanted this." I lightly caressed his lower hip, upper leg, right at the sensitive spot most guys have where the edge of your pubes start, and at the same time lightly pinched his right nipple.
That did it for Kyle, he moaned and started shaking against me, which I had to pull him hard against me to keep us both balanced. Kyle's cock throbbed hard once, then twice and then just locked in placed almost pointing straight up, and he started firing off shot after shot of semen. It was shooting up his chest, hitting his face, hitting mine, hitting the mirrors, all the while he was shaking all over. His buns created a vise on the bottom side of my cock, and just basically vibrated with his shaking.
Seeing and feeling Kyle's obviously most severe orgasm in his life caused me to shoot my load up and all over his back.
Kyle was leaning against me, calming down. He then really blushed, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. You probably think I'm some little weakling of a kid that can't control shooting his load." Kyle then started to lightly cry. I pulled him to me, chest to chest, cock to cock, and sticky all over. I lightly kissed him on the forehead, in so doing got a rather sweet surprise of his load.
I let Kyle know he was anything but a kid, and it was the hottest thing I'd seen in a while, seeing him shoot off like that. I also let him know he wasn't the only one that dropped a load. I told him to feel around his ass and lower back. He did and his eyes got real big. As I turned to get a towel to clean us and the room up, I saw Kyle in the mirror licking his fingers of my cum.
As we finished wiping everything up, I said lets just shower, and take you shopping. You can't continue wearing that underwear, it's way too tight and will hurt you. Just you and me will shop, you can't tell me after this that I'll embarrass you getting you underwear
This ends part 1.