Epilogue - Ben
EPILOGUE - BEN
“I didn’t know you came here on Tuesdays.”
I turned to find Richard standing here, arms crossed, biceps bulging, and wearing his gray wrestling singlet. The legs didn't cover much of his massive thighs and his junk was extremely visible.
He was lying. He knew exactly when I went to the gym. We'd been living together for months and had avoided the temptation. Until now apparently.
If we were throwing caution to the wind, I could play along. Have a little fun with it.
“I wasn’t aware you knew my workout schedule.”
I watched his face as he tried to think of a response, so I let his improv skills off the hook. But not really.
“It’s okay if you’re a little obsessed with me,” I said. “I have a great ass. That’s why I come here.”
Before he could say anything, I restarted my squats, emphasizing my point.
“Need a spotter?” he asked. “I see you're alone today.”
“Any excuse to get behind me, huh?” I grunted a little louder on the way up, making sure everything was flexed.
Richard chuckled, stepping closer. “Like you said, it’s a great ass.”
“What about your rules?” I asked, looking over my shoulder.
He helped me drop the bar into the J-cups, so I turned around to face him. Even after all this time, I still couldn’t believe I had to look up a few inches. At six foot two, I was usually the tallest person around. Except when I worked with Drake.
“Are you tempting me to break them?”
We already had but I was happy to play along. After all, we were trying something new.
“And what if I am?” I leaned in just a hair more, close enough to breathe in his cologne. My dick took notice. “You gonna punish me?”
For a second, I thought he might be having second thoughts – this was his workplace, after all – but then he said, “Let’s hit the showers.”
Richard followed me as I headed to the locker room. Knowing he was likely checking out my ass the entire way kept my dick rock hard.
“You’re nice and bouncy tonight,” he whispered into my ear, making me shiver when his beard grazed my neck.
“Must be the jockstrap.”
A few more steps and we were at my locker, alone. Richard had grabbed two towels on the way in.
“Are you sure you want to do this here?”
Why did I say that?
Opening my locker, I put my phone inside and started kicking off my shoes and socks.
“Do you not want me to fuck your brains out?”
“Oh no, I definitely want that.”
“Good, because to be honest, I’ve always wanted to fuck someone at the gym.”
I dropped my shorts, leaving me in just my jockstrap.
“You’re a bad influence, you know that?” Richard said, staring.
“This was your idea.”
“Yeah, well…I…”
“Take off your clothes before you hurt yourself thinking of something witty to say.” I crossed my arms to wait, and watched as more and more of his body was revealed as he peeled the spandex down. “I can’t believe you came to your own gym dressed like that.”
He was smiling so I knew he wasn’t that mad.
And he also wasn’t wearing any underwear.
He shrugged. “It’s my gym.”
“And our fantasy.”
A quick glimpse of his cannon-sized cock as he wrapped the towel around his waist and my hesitance about doing this disappeared.
How am I this lucky?
“One second,” he said, fiddling with his phone.
To my amazement, the volume of the music in the locker room grew louder. As Richard put his phone away, he must’ve seen me watching him.
“In case you get loud while I’m fucking you. Are you ready?”
Instead of answering, I slipped off my jock, grabbed the other towel, and headed to the showers.
With the curtain closed, Richard turned the water on then pointed the head towards the wall. I hung my towel on the hook and entered the tiled stall.
Unless someone was eight feet tall, they couldn’t see over. But if anyone got on their hands and knees, they’d be able to see our feet.
But they’d have to be on their hands and knees to see them.
I’d never had sex in a gym locker room shower. Maybe I’d be on my hands and knees soon.
“Turn around,” he said. Apparently, Richard wasn’t concerned if anyone heard us.
I did what he said and put my hands on the wall.
It took all my willpower not to cry out when Richard dove between my ass cheeks and shoved his tongue in my hole.
Fuck!
It was like he was starving, and his favorite meal was hidden inside me.
After a few minutes of tongue worship, he cupped both of my firm cheeks in his big hands and slowly slipped one finger towards my hole. At first, he probed gently, teasing me but after a few tentative strokes, fingers – it felt like three – fully replaced his tongue and he was full-on finger fucking me.
“You like that?”
“Uh-huh.”
Richard stood up and ran the length of his cock up and down my spread-open ass crack, catching on my hole every few passes, as if he were going to shove it in.
“Ah!”
His left hand surprised me, twisting one of my nipples and running down my abs to give my hard cock a healthy squeeze.
“Come on.” I leaned back into him. “You’re driving me wild.”
“Yeah? You want it?”
“Please.”
“There you go,” Richard said. “That wasn’t so hard.”
I heard the sound of a packet tear and felt the satisfying coolness of lube drip onto my hole. A few seconds later, Richard’s cock was pushing inside me.
“You wanted it, Ben. Push yourself onto my cock.”
I did as he said. Slowly.
The more his cock invaded my body, the bigger the stretch. But I was used to it now…the reward was coming.
I grabbed the side of the wall for leverage as Richard’s hands guided me backwards. He’d alternate between rubbing my back in slow, almost tender, circles, and forcefully pulling my shoulders backward, causing my back to arch.
I probably looked like a total porn slut and I loved it.
As the base of his cock drew close to my ass, he brought it home in one swift motion.
“Ahhhh! Fuck yeah!”
“Tell the whole locker room while you’re at it.”
“Give me something to tell them,” I said.
Richard’s hands moved to my hips as he pulled almost all the way out and thrust it back in.
“That better?”
I didn’t need to answer. My groaning did that for me and Richard kept a steady rhythm, pumping away at my greedy hole.
It felt like the sound of his balls slapping against my ass, of his body colliding against my bubble butt, was filling the locker room.
“I want to see your face when we cum,” Richard said, before slowly pulling out. “Hold on to my neck.”
After grabbing his neck, he lifted me up by my thighs and pushed my back against the wall. It took some wrangling, but his cock eventually found its target. With my legs wrapped around his torso, Richard started pistoning in and out of me again.
His strength was admirable. Plus, we had never fucked in this position before and it felt even better than taking it from behind. But after a few minutes, even his muscles started to fade, which meant that I sank deeper onto his cock.
I moved my legs from around his waist to bracing against the wall, but it was too slippery.
“I’m close, Ben.”
Like a battering ram pounding at the gates, Richard fucked with purpose.
It was hard and fast enough to give me that familiar tingle at the center of my balls. I grabbed my own dick and started stroking.
“Show me your load, boy. Cum for me.”
“Harder!” I cried.
It felt like I was pumping the semen all the way up from my toes. Cum erupted out of my dick with such force, the first spurt hit my neck.
“Holy shit! Keep fucking me!”
I knew as soon as Richard was cumming because he practically roared with each new thrust. It was probably the best sex we’d had, and a good workout too.
The pearl necklace I had given myself was running down my stomach, pooling in my belly button.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” Richard said as he gently eased out of me and allowed me to find my footing once again on the floor. “Do you think anyone noticed?”
I wasn’t sure if he was joking, but I pulled the shower curtain back anyway, revealing what I had already noticed.
Namely, our audience.
Three – nope, it was four – fully naked, muscular jock-bros were in various states of jacking it. At least one had already cum all over the floor. A fairly impressive load by the looks of it.
Fucking hell.
It looked like someone dropped a bucket of paint.
I smiled at Richard and said, “I don’t know. You tell me.”
Richard stared and said nothing for a bit, letting the stragglers finish. It was kind of hot to watch them, muscles corded, cursing and stroking away.
After they finally unloaded – all over the place – Richard said, “Looks like a happy ending for everyone,” which made me laugh.
It certainly was for us.