I am always surprised how street clothes vs gym gear can completely affect your attraction to someone. There is a guy I noticed at the gym a few weeks ago that I probably wouldn't give a second look to if I passed him on the street but when he is working out...oh man it's a sight to behold. It's not that he has a big muscular body. He doesn't have a movie star face. What he has is a killer ass. And by killer ass I mean it is all muscle and stands out from his body high and tight just begging to be looked at. He must know it. He swaggers when he walks as if to say: "yo look at this fine butt I got on me."
I'm sure his highly advanced glutes are part genetic but today he did a series of squat routines that must have some bearing on his luscious globes. I swear it looked as if they actually got more pumped up as he finished his routine. He looks greek or eastern european. He has dark very cropped hair and always has a 5-o'clock shadow. His legs are very hairy but his upper arms and back are smooth. This contradiction begs the question: is his ass is hairy or smooth? I fantasize that his cheeks are relatively smooth but the deep crevice between his muscle mounds have a nice coat of dark hair.
I didn't shower at the gym today so I had no reason to follow him into the locker room but if I had brought my bag, I dreamed of changing next to him. I would be sitting on the bench taking off my shoes. He'd be standing there facing his locker and as he lowered his shorts that tasty butt would come into view. He would bend over to pick up his shorts giving me ample time to see what is hidden between his granite cheeks. There it is that sweet tight rosebud surrounded by a wet coating of hair. It would be unavoidable to push my face into his hard ass and swipe my tongue from the top of his balls up and over his manhole. I'd hold his butt in my hands and pull his cheeks wider to get full access.
He wouldn't blame me. He knows his ass is irresistible. In fact, he would reach around with his left hand and push my head further into his crack even propping one foot up in his locker to give me complete access. He's in control now. Using my head like a steering wheel. Guiding my face all over his tender ass. His hole is even opening up for my tongue to push in. I'm tongue fucking this king of asses. I am holding my tongue as hard and straight as a I can and ramming it into his man cunt. He is softly growling a manly purr of appreciation and satisfaction. We are both caught up in the moment.
The squeak of the exterior locker door brings us both back to reality. I disengage from between his cheeks and he turns to face me with a look of appreciation both on his face and his cock. It's standing straight out from his body. A string of pre-cum dangles from the piss slit. I can't help swiping it with my finger and bringing it to my mouth. Like the rest of him, his cock is average in size and width but beautifully shaped. There is a thick forest of black curls surrounding his shaft and his balls are full and tight. We both nod as he pulls his towel from his locker and disappears into the showers.
As I put my shoes back on again, I can't believe what just happened. My face is still damp from working on his ass and I can taste his sweat and musk on my lips. I get up to leave with a boner of my own and wonder if I would even remember his face if i saw him anywhere but here. One thing's for sure there will be no mistaking that glorious tight butt. This average Joe is King of Asses.