4. KYLE
4
KYLE
I know I’m being looked at when I’m in the gym. There’s a gorgeous guy on the treadmill and he’s definitely not focussing on his workout, instead he’s focussing on me while I work out my pecs. He’s enjoying the view and I’m very much okay with it.
I tense a little harder, and work a little slower as well, really let him take in the view. I may have dressed a little sluttier than I normally would for the gym because I was feeling myself today. I’m wearing the tank top I know makes my chest look big and my shoulders extra round. Don’t ask me how it does it, it’s just some kind of witchcraft that I’m eternally grateful for. I wore it to a club once and I’ve never got so much attention in my life.
And then I’m also wearing the shorts that ride up a little bit too high and show far too much thigh, but I don’t see anybody complaining. I just see one lad who is very much enjoying the eyeful he’s currently getting.
I finish my set and lower the weights, leaning forward and looking over at him. We make eye contact and he looks away almost immediately, pink flushing his cheeks.
Cute. Very cute.
He carries on running, but I can see that his attention is now elsewhere. He keeps looking over. He slows to a walk and seems to find the confidence to sneak a look over at me again, locking eyes with me and smiling. I smile back. He quickly looks away. It’s like we’re doing a little dance—he steps forward, I step back, I step forward, he steps back.
Maybe that’s all he wants, just a little bit of eye-fucking and that’s it. It’s possible he just wants to feel good about himself or admire what I have to offer, but I can’t help looking for him over and over as I continue my workout.
I go to a different machine and find myself checking whether he’s still there, and almost every time I find that he’s looking at me too.
Is he after something? I allow myself to imagine he is, that this is his way of signalling that he’s available and interested. So I make my own move.
I finish my workout and stretch, then make my way slowly off the gym floor and back to the changing rooms. I don’t look to see if he’s watching. If he’s paying as much attention to me as I think he is, then it shouldn’t be long before he?—
The door to the changing room opens and closes. He’s standing at the door, looking around, trying to catch sight of me again.
“Hello,” I say.
“Hello,” he replies, walking over and heading to a locker opposite mine. What are the chances?
I take out my towel and start to peel off my clothes, deliberately slow, and I can feel his eyes on me. I can hear movement behind me too, similarly slow. He’s in no rush, which is good. Neither am I.
My heart is pounding and I can feel my dick swelling at the very thought of what might be about to come.
“So how come you vanished last night?”
It catches me off guard. I turn to face him, my towel in front of my naked crotch, hiding my erection. He’s in his underwear now, apparently not shy about his hard cock pointing off to one side. The print is obvious, I can see every vein of it. I struggle to tear my eyes off it and look into his face.
“What’s that now?”
“On Grindr,” he says. “I recognise your tattoo.”
I look at him carefully. Face, ass, face, ass… I put two and two together and come out at fucking hell, this is the guy I was talking to on Grindr last night?
“Sorry, I didn’t recognise you with your underwear on,” I say, turning back to my locker and shutting it. I didn’t come here for the third degree from some guy I’ve not even met, and having him call me out on ghosting just makes me want to walk away from whatever the heck is going on right now. “Have a good day,” I add, walking away and towards the showers.
“Not a criticism,” he calls after me. It’s enough to make me stop and turn around. He’s now completely naked, cock pointing directly at me, and I take all of him in. He doesn’t look like he’s a gym regular, and I’ve never seen him here before. He’s got broadish shoulders, a decent chest, and a little belly, all of it covered in a thin layer of fuzz, with the happiest of happy trails leading down to the hardest cock imaginable.
Apparently God does give with both hands. He’s got it going on at the front and the back. Unfair.
“What?”
“Well, I’m not criticising you for disappearing,” he says. “I was just disappointed that you did. I was hoping… for some fun.”
“Did you find it anywhere else?”
“No,” he laughs. “Five knuckle shuffle for me.”
I bark a laugh back. He’s cute. And funny. And very, very hard. I don’t know how good a job the thin fabric of my towel is doing concealing my own erection.
I look down.
Not a good job at all.
“What about you?” he asks.
“Not for me,” I say. “I… I’m not really looking for anything serious right now, so thought it best to…” I trail off. Why am I overexplaining myself to this person I’ve literally just met? What am I hoping to achieve here?
“You think I was on that app last night looking for something serious?” he says, chuckling a little bit. “Look, I?—”
The door to the changing room opens and we move apart so quickly it’s like a bomb has gone off. We shoot to opposite sides of the room as someone comes in and goes to a locker near… God, what’s his name? He didn’t give me his name. He’s just Peach Emoji.
“Just heading down for a steam,” I say, as if it’s a continuation of a conversation we’d already been having. The other guy doesn’t look up, but Peach does. “You heading down or you heading off?”
He makes a show of checking his watch. “Sure, I might meet you down there,” he says, a slight hitch in his voice.
I don’t know what I’m doing. This is stupid, reckless, but… I could do with getting off, and he’s right here and willing. At least I think he’s willing. If he shows up then it means he’s willing. If he doesn’t…
Five knuckle shuffle. I chuckle and shake my head.
I have a quick shower and make my way down poolside, heading into the steam room. My muscles ache, and if I’m being honest with myself, a steam is exactly what I need right now.
I step inside, enveloped immediately by the thick, warm mist that cocoons its way around me. There’s no one else in here, thank God. So if he follows… well…
I sit on one of the benches, immediately feeling the weight lift from me and the relaxation wash over me when the door suddenly opens. Peach steps inside, a nervous look on his face.
“Where were we?” I ask.
“I was telling you I didn’t want anything serious,” Peach replies.
“Sounds good to me,” I reply.
Peach steps closer to me, steam swirling around his body, moving around him like he’s part of it, or it’s part of him. My heart quickens, tension pulling at the air between us.
I get up, regaining my height advantage as I look down at him. We lock eyes. I reach out and trace my finger down the side of his face. His breath hitches, his body shudders, and he looks up at me in a pleading sort of way, the way that makes me absolutely weak.
I close the distance between us and lean down, pressing our bodies close together as I kiss him hard. He moans into my mouth, entirely under my power, following my lead. His hands rake across my back like he can’t get enough of me, like he somehow wants us to be even closer.
The kiss breaks and we stare into each others eyes, breaths mingling on the air between us. His hands find my chest and he squeezes, rubs, tweaks at my nipples, and I can’t help but growl at him. My cock is responding to his touch and twitching beneath the towel, no doubt leaking a little at this point.
He pinches my right nipple and I grab hold of his hand and pull it to my face, putting his fingers in my mouth. I start to kiss, to lick, to suck, showing him just how skilled my mouth can be, like it’s a precursor to what else we might happen to get up to.
With one swift, fluid movement, I push him up against the wall and start kissing him again, harder than I did before. He moans into my mouth as I reach down and take hold of his dick through his towel. He moans again. I stop kissing him and put a hand over his mouth.
“You’re going to need to be really good and stay quiet for me, okay?” I say softly—not menacing, not threatening, just as sweetly as I can. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, sir,” he says.
“Good lad,” I reply before I go back to kissing him again. I pull my towel away and grip our cocks together. They slide against one another as I jerk them back and forth, a mix of precum and steam keeping them slick.
“Wait, wait,” he says. “You got me close.”
“Already?”
He shrugs. “You’re hot,” he replies. “Can I…?” He looks down and then back up at me.
“Go right ahead.” I sit down on one of the benches, cock pointing straight upwards, entirely on display. He looks down at me hungrily, this dark look in his eyes. I can see him drinking me in, taking in every ridge of muscle, my furry chest, my belly, my thick cock, and heavy balls.
“Go on, lad,” I say.
He gets down on his knees in front of me and starts to lick at my shaft, working his way from the bottom to the top with his tongue, teasing me, drinking up any precum that’s left on my cock. He keeps looking up at me with his big round eyes while he tongues the head of my cock, like he wants to make sure I’m enjoying it, or make sure I know that he is.
He takes me in his mouth, working his way down most of the shaft before he gags a little. He grabs the base with his hand and starts to jerk me off while he sucks me.
My senses feel suddenly heightened, and I’m trying to focus on any noise outside the steam room while I’m absolutely losing my mind as this lad goes to town on my cock.
“You’re going to make me come, lad.” I grunt as he keeps going, taking that note like a challenge. I can see his other hand, beating himself off furiously as he goes harder on my cock than before.
I reach forward and put my hands on the back of his head, enjoying the feeling of my fingers running through his hair as I get closer to the edge.
“I’m going to come, lad,” I say. “If you don’t want it in your mouth, I’d move now.”
He doesn’t move, and that just makes me like him even more. He keeps going, and I’m doing my best not to cry out in ecstasy as he holds my cock in his mouth while I come. My fingers are gripped so hard in his hair I don’t know if I’m keeping him there or he’s staying of his own volition.
It’s only when I let go and he’s still sucking, trying to get every last drop, that I know. He licks me clean and gets to his feet. His cock is throbbing, still dripping from where he’s blown his load all over the floor. He’s out of breath, and fuck me, how does he look even better now the horny glasses are off? He really is a prize.
“Thanks,” I growl. “You can really suck dick.”
“Thank you, sir,” he says, sitting down on the bench opposite and grabbing his towel off the floor to wipe his dick clean.
I grab mine too, putting my cock away and leaning down to kiss him one more time. I can taste myself in his mouth. It makes my cock twitch to life again.
Now, now, Kyle.
“See you again sometime,” I say. “Good lad.”
He’s grinning at me as I leave the steam room and make my way back to the changing room. If he’s just moved here and this is what I can expect from my gym visits I’ll be here every day. Damn.