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A Surprising Hookup at the Gym.
Getting Cruised by a Liar and a Thief.
Rough oral punishment for a blond gay Liar and a Thief
My company sent me to work for an out-of-state client, and I found myself eagerly preparing for three weeks in an unfamiliar city. I would miss my boyfriend’s ass. But, before I left, he grinningly told me it was okay to pee beside the pot. Not that I would. I am not that kind of guy. I do love sex, but I love him more. My boss had arranged a lovely, spacious condo in a good neighborhood and even provided a luxury rental car, which I appreciated. Overall, it seemed like everything was falling into place. The work itself was engaging, and the new environment offered a refreshing change.
I knew how crucial my workout sessions were for keeping me calm, focused, and relaxed. Helping me to switch off the stresses of the day. With that in mind, I decided to book ten one-hour-long sessions at a local gym. That would get me through the weeks I was meant to spend up here. Of course, I appreciated the two extra hours they offered me for free.
The large gym was pretty modern, well-equipped, and rather busy. However, I found myself spending more time waiting than actually breaking a sweat! After my second visit, a charming young staff member suggested I shake things up and try coming in later in the evening. He looked a little funny at me. As if he knew I liked men. I didn’t see what gave it away. Normally, I acted very straight.
The tanned reception hunk promised the atmosphere would be much more ‘relaxed.’ Not thinking about his oddly phrased remark, I decided to embrace his advice and started rolling in around a quarter to nine. That worked much better for me. What a game-changer! Around the last couple of hours of the day, most of the gym’s regular clients were wrapping up their sessions, and the few men who were there were fiercely focused on their training.
Just like me, those athletic muscle jocks and bodybuilders had great physical physiques. Focusing on their workout routine, rather than on their surroundings. Although every now and then, we joked around a bit, too. But only when we bumped into each other while changing equipment. Helping one another out if someone needed a spotter. Friendly banter, with a hint of sexually tinted innuendo.
Overall, my experience at the gym was quite positive. I observed that the membership was predominantly made up of men. It wasn’t until I was halfway through my twelve sessions that I discovered the reason for this demographic. The gym appears to cater specifically to the local gay community, particularly those who identify as rugged or masculine.
Now, while this might sound like heaven for those who appreciate a bit of male-on-male flirtation, it’s worth knowing that bi and straight folks are absolutely welcome there, too. The only real rule of requirement? A comfort level with a saucy atmosphere. Especially in places like the locker rooms, where towels sometimes slip and glances linger. Or the sauna, thick with steam and unspoken desires. And then there are the other private spaces… places I hadn’t even begun to explore yet. I was here to work out, after all.
Usually, I just hung my coat and training pants in a bag in the gym’s wardrobe. Ordinarily, I did not need to change. Already wearing my sexy short gym pants and halter-top shirt underneath. The training pants I wore to the sports school had Velcro closures on the sides. One fell swoop, and I was ready to go. Swapping my outdoor shoes for clean sneakers was also effortless. They had elastic laces to slip into. The gym was within walking distance from the apartment, after all. So I could shower at the condo.
It wasn’t until the seventh or eighth time I went to that gym that I had to use the gym’s opulent locker room. The weather had not been as nice, and I had been working late that evening. Going to the gym directly from work. As soon as I opened the locker room door, I ran into five or six men doing some heavy petting.
One sat on his knees, eagerly servicing three butch tattooed hunks. Sucking off one while he stroked the other two bodybuilders. Another lay on the wooden bench between the lockers. He was impaling a second who rode his well-hung monster rod hard and fast. Worshipping the muscular abs and pecs.
I wasn’t the only one looking at the heavy action, either. Around the room stood a handful of men. They had clapped a hand to themselves. Yet they did not want to join in. Visibly enjoying the hardcore sights in the locker room. I could even hear other guys banging in the showers, sauna, and massage area.
I found an empty locker. There, I stripped out of my sleek black office clothes and put on my workout attire. I hadn’t bothered with my jockstrap this time. The eleven-inch thing was way too big for a jockstrap if I had a semi on. The screwing that went on around me had gotten me all hot and bothered. It was nearly two weeks into my three-week stay. And I hadn’t been laid in a while. But I wasn’t here to pick up anyone. I wanted to stick to my physical training. My partner was waiting for me when I got home. So I figured I would jump his bones as soon as I got back to him.
You see, I am a 32-year-old hard alpha top into younger, versatile bed partners. Also liking to take it up my ass if the mood so struck me. But certainly not on the first few dates. Apparently, I had a particular taste for partners. They should be intelligent, strong-minded, and muscular, just like me. And it did not really matter to me if they were male or female. I considered myself on the gay side of bi-curious.
I recently asked an old roommate to move in with me. Well, one thing led to another. Because, for the last couple of years, I have had more luck picking up guys than women. The one thing they should not do was lie to me. That was the biggest turn-off for me. Having had plenty of liars in my life, I had honed my senses to pick out the worst of them. And those friends — and I use that word lightly — get to see my nasty side pretty quickly.
I had built up a bit of a bad rap for using the liars roughly and dumping them afterward. My powerful 190-pound pure muscle weight and XXL-sized fat cock, came in quite handy. At the best of times, I came across as quite imposing. That’s why my company likes to send me out to more difficult clients as well.
So after stroking myself a bit in the locker room, I forced my dick back into my shorts and set to work in the gym. However, the scenes I had witnessed made it hard to focus that evening. A while into my workout routine, I noticed that an older twink guy was cruising me. Everywhere I went, he followed. He constantly took a free machine near the one I worked out on. It became quite annoying very quickly, actually.
The blue-eyed blond wasn’t really my type. He was a bit scruffy, with a flat chest that wasn’t doing it for me. I would break him if I got too rough, I thought. The size difference between us was remarkable. Both in height, muscle definition, and... his package. And whenever he tried to strike up a conversation with me, I noticed he wasn’t all that well-educated either.
After a while, doing my bicep curls on a different machine, he sat on the apparatus across from me. Striking up a conversation with me again. He wanted to know what my secret was for my great-looking athletic physique. Saying that he thought he had done something wrong. Always one to educate the willing, I took a bit more notice of him. The skinny blond told me ‘coyly’ that he liked my manly, masculine looks and wanted to bulk up just like me.
The lean, sweaty blond tilted his head. Those deceptively innocent blue puppy eyes traced the line of my bicep with a slow, deliberate gaze before flicking back to mine.
“Impressive. You’ve got such a… manly build,” he murmured. His voice was soft, almost breathy. A sound that seemed to shudder seductively and innocently. “... I really need to bulk up like you.”
Innocent? A flicker of something unreadable danced in his eyes, a fleeting glint that pricked at my awareness. But his smile was open, almost boyish. Maybe I was reading too much into it.
My gaze drifted over his slender frame, the delicate curve of his collarbone peeking out from beneath the damp fabric of his stretched-out old T-shirt. Bulk up, huh? The thought that flickered through my mind was that he was far from innocent. A slow smile played on my lips, a silent invitation.
“Is that so?” I answered. Feeling slightly more curious about his unspoken proposal. Where was he going with this?
A faint blush bloomed on his cheeks, a delicate pink that somehow seemed too perfect to be entirely convincing. His gaze dropped again, lingering a fraction too long on my straining bulge before snapping back up.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice gaining a touch more earnestness, that playful glint now carefully masked. Murmuring, “... Any tips?”
Tips for bulking up? Or tips for something else entirely? I hate it when guys do that. If you want something, then find the right words and ask for it. A subtle shift had occurred, a barely perceptible tightening in the air between us. I felt a pull, a curiosity laced with a prickle of… something I couldn’t quite name. He was laying something out, a carefully constructed pretense, and I was already leaning in.
“Depends,” I replied, my voice a low murmur, my eyes locked on his. “How dedicated are you… really?”
I should have taken heed of the prickling sensation on the back of my neck. Usually, this was a good warning sign. Telling me to steer clear from insincere men like this one in front of me. Yet, it was hard to ignore the way the striking blond seemed to draw me in with his piercing blue eyes as if they held secrets just waiting to be unraveled.
Despite the warning bells ringing subtly in my mind, I forced myself to respond with an air of calmness, hoping to mask the unease creeping beneath the surface.
“Oh? Umm, no big secret there... It is just hard work a couple of times a week. Good food and plenty of protein. A diet plan is pretty important,” I told the older twink.
The blond boy seemed pretty interested in what I had to say. Wanting to know more about my diet. After explaining my general diet plan, he told me how careful he was about the things he put in his mouth.
“Only the best.” He smirked while he said it.
Then — bold as brass — he outright asked me, “... Could you give me some of your protein?” He grinned and focused his eyes resolutely between my powerful legs.
Perplexed, I stared at him for a while. I even dropped the dumbbell on the floor next to me. Was this skinny jock really asking me to feed him my load? I was disgusted and intrigued at the same time by his forward suggestion.
So I answered, “... Umm? Sure, I can spare some for you, I guess.”
He quickly replied, “... Cool!” He smirked dirty, “... See you after the gym then? Enjoy the workout, dude.”
The bloke continued his workout at some other part of the gym. Because after our talk, I had not seen him again. Half thinking that the skinny blond jock had changed his mind. So, after I had finished my routine, I went back to the locker room to change back into my street clothes again. The locker room was even busier than it had been an hour ago. It looked like an after-party at some gay strip club. Staff and clients were going at it hard and heavy.
So before I went home, I took a look around the backrooms of the gym. Back there, it was a virtual fuck-fest. Everyone was cruising around in the locker rooms before closing time. The sauna and massage parlor were still pretty busy, too. Most of the older bodybuilders were using — yes, even abusing — the younger twinkies. Ganging up on a few of them. Nailing their tormented asses over a padded fuck-bench.
One of the hunky staff members had even been tied up in a mobile leather sling. Begging the other buff brutes to gape his ass open. And he had plenty of willing men waiting in line to screw his horny ass. I knew the bound hunk. It was the gym’s staff member who had suggested I take a later workout slot. We grinned at each other as our eyes locked. Smacking his cum covered buttocks as I walked to my locker.
Apparently, he had been hoping to see me in action back here, too. Because when he saw me cruising around the backroom, he gestured for me to take a ride on him, too. I grinned longingly. This staff member was more up my street than the kid who had been cruising me earlier. But I silently pointed at my watch and left for home. Feeling all hot and bothered again. Desperately wanting to get my rocks off now.
As I walked out of the gym, the scruffy blond guy was waiting for me outside. Seductively leaning up against a lamppost out front. Acting as if he were a common street hustler. Wearing an equally scuffed classic Brando biker jacket and baggy cargo sweats with the pockets bulging. He wore sunglasses at night to make himself seem cooler than he actually was. A hand playing with the tight sack in those loose cargo pants of his.
Eventually, he boldly asked me, “Hi... There you are, stud. Are you still up for giving me some of your protein?”
I answered rather commandingly and said, “Oh, hi... Umm... Yeah, sure, why the hell not. Follow me!”
Honestly, I had nearly forgotten about him. But if he was game for a quicky, I could use him for some much-needed tension release. So he followed me at a distance to my ground-floor apartment. I left the door unlocked when I walked into the home away from home. I dropped my shoes and gym bag in the hallway and unzipped my pants. Adjusting my cock and balls inside my office pants. Walking with a half-exposed prick into the open-plan living room.
The twinkie hadn’t followed me inside yet. I was about to walk back to lock the door and call it a night. Then he shyly pushed the door open. He poked his head inside and saw my cockhead peeking out of the unfastened pants. I was going commando, and I was ready to go. His eyes widened in glee as he stepped inside. Locking the door behind him as instructed.
After we kissed for a while, I pushed him to his knees. While I did so, I told him resolutely, “... I don’t have all night... You still want that protein of mine?”
The bloke looked up at my lude behavior. Then, he skittishly replied that he usually only topped, but that he would make an exception for me.
“Yeah... you wanted my protein, didn’t you? So have at it then... Suck me off, dude!”
He clamped his hands over my covered ass and pulled himself closer to my dick. The fake blond gasped in amazement as I pulled both my sweaty nuts out of the trousers as well.
“Shit, man... I am not sure about this. You’re so big!” he said, in a simulated tone of voice I immediately recognized. This blond jock was a poor actor. He wasn’t as coy as he wanted me to believe. Faking his inexperience to me. And I hated that in a guy. But by now, I was too horny to kick him to the curb either.
So, I let him continue his act and forced myself to play along with him.
Saying, “Fuck... you ain’t seen nothing yet. Suck it, man. Make me hard!... Eat that dick.”
He looked up and gulped as I smacked my cock against his face. Eventually, he opened his mouth and swallowed my sweaty cock halfway down. Slathering my dick with his saliva. He even managed to suck both my plumb nuts into his mouth. Making me feel really nice. But he clearly was still acting all timid and demure. Although his lack of gag reflex and technique gave him away.
The blond twinkie made all the right noises at the right time, though. Sputtering and choking, as if that was the thing he expected I wanted to hear from him.
Saying, “... Man, you’re so fucking big and hard.”
He stroked my naked chest and twirled his fingers around my pecs and the erect nipples. This guy was so fake it could only have been clearer if it had been written on his forehead. He actually was a filthy slut. And a top he certainly was not.
I wondered if he would let me hammer that bubble butt of his. Blow jobs I loved. But the length and girth of my pecker made it hard to take. At least not for most of the guys and girls I dated. You see, I am eleven inches long and as wide as a baseball bat. Just like my body, it is muscular, hard, and veiny. Even my nuts could feed an entire brothel. And I am not just saying that either. You should have seen the nurses at the sperm bank when I made a deposit there. But that’s a different story. So after he blew me and worshipped my muscular body for a long time, I boldly asked him, “... Hey bro... are you going to give me your ass, or what?”
“Umm?... Okay then... but... but...”
He quickly stammered all fake-like, “... I haven’t been fucked in a while. I usually don’t bottom this quickly either.”
I grinned and answered harshly, “... Sure you have. But don’t worry... I’ll go in gently,” I promised, with a nasty smirk on my face.
Damn, I do love tight holes, I thought to myself. And tomorrow, this guy will know that he picked the wrong man to lie to tonight. I had his number. I knew what he was after.
I slammed him extremely roughly over the armrest of the low-backed leather Chesterfield in the living room. Ripping his cargo sweats down. Exposing the hairless ass for the entire street to see. Giving me a great view of the tightly clenched butthole. I played along with his game.
Telling him, “... Oh man... That is one nice, tight hole.”
But laughing my head off inwardly, as he was clearly clamping his boy-cunt tight himself. By this time, I was so pissed off at this liar. Thinking I would destroy his hole if I got half a chance. So, after grabbing the bottle of lube out of my gym bag, I greased up my pole and went in for the kill. The gloves were off. I would show him. Playing with the unnatural taut buttocks of this blond. Using my slicked-up fingers to lube his pucker up as well.
He screamed as I forced two fingers sideways in deep. To my surprise, he forgot to clamp the slutty hole tight. In this case, the lube wasn’t essential. Neither was the preparation or the foreplay. Not only wasn’t this fucker a top. I wasn’t even his first this evening. That became evident when I grasped the base of my meat. Snapping on a quick rubber. Aiming for the backdoor, I shot right past the sphincter. All the way into the depths of his cum filled guts.
The joker let out an extreme scream. Not sure if he faked this one. However, as soon as my nuts hit his ass, thick streams of sperm dripped past my balls onto the floor. The filthy bottom-feeder had at least two or perhaps three loads stored in there. My entire cock slid in effortlessly. At the same time, I gasped in horror, “... Bro? Is that cum dripping out of your ass?”
He looked over his shoulder at me and smirked, embarrassed.
“... That’s all I needed!... A fucking slut!” I screamed in outrage at him. I pulled out all the way. Then slamming my hips up against his ass again, but much rougher than before. Driving my cock deep inside him in utter anger. He screamed and rounded his back, trying to minimize my brutal penetrations. I knew I was going to rail this slutty boy-cunt to oblivion now.
I pushed down on his lower back. Forcing him into a fuck arch. As I held his hips to pound him extremely hard. Even twisting one of his arms aggressively onto his back. He continued to fight me. Hoping he could pull away from my vicious onslaught, I held him down firmly.
Sneering down at him, “... Hmm... Haven’t bottomed in a while?... Yeah, Right... You’re a liar!... And I hate those.”
Soon, his hole was a loose and sloppy wet mess. I mean, even looser and sloppier than when the other men had used this fucker before me tonight.
Then, I flipped him over, spreading his legs, and drove my cock between his ass cheeks. Choking his terrified screams with one hand. And squeezing his throat with the other. My cock slid straight inside him again. But even ruder than it had done before. Until the blond twinkie slut turned blue in the face, and his eyes started to roll into the back of his head. I pulled out and ripped off the torn rubber. Apparently, I had been ramming this asshole so roughly that the condom broke inside his boy-cunt.
Slamming in raw, my huge cock must have hit his g-spot. Because his cock spurted load after load on his stomach. I fucked the cum out of this bitch. I continued my rough exercise on this fucker. Getting myself into a nice lust-induced frenzy. Not caring about his well-being anymore. I just wanted to get my rocks off inside this fuck-toy. The rougher, the better, I thought.
When I pulled out, his asshole was bright red and looked pretty sore. I carried him to the kitchen table and continued my workout. I laid him on his side and pulled one of his legs into the air. I pounded my rock-hard throbbing cock aggressively inside while I stood behind him. Blondy couldn’t really do anything but take it. I pressed down on his butt cheek to create a tighter hole. Using the fucker as a human sex toy like there was no tomorrow.
I was getting ready to cum. I pulled out and slammed the slut to his knees again. Stuffing my cock straight into this twinkie’s throat. Yanking on a fistful of hair in the process. Not showing him any remorse or mercy. I blew my load as I started to pull out. Shooting a thick stream straight down his throat. A few into his mouth, and the rest over his filthy, tear-stained face and his chest.
I did not give him much time to reflect, either. I stuffed my still-twitching cock back into his throat. Making him experience what a real cock choking was. Just before he had to tap out, I pulled back. Letting him swallow his spit and my cum and gulping for air. Repeating this for at least ten minutes and drowning him with my second load of the evening.
He lay twitching on the living room floor like a cum rag. Watching me gather up all his belongings. I removed my watch and wallet from his sweatpants. As soon as he came into my apartment, he had tried to pickpocket me. I resolutely threw his cum splattered clothing on the parking lot outside the condo complex. Withholding the other wallets, expensive sunglasses, and necklaces that I had found hidden in his sweatpants and biker jacket.
Holding the door open for him. Telling the sneak thief in no uncertain terms to get lost. He slowly hobbled naked out of my door, still with a full, raging hard-on. Clasping his dripping ass. Without looking back at me, he gathered up his clothes. And gave me a thumbs up in thanks. I never saw him at the sports school again, but I enjoyed hate-fucking that lying twinkie thief.
The next day, I went back to the gym. I took the younger staff member aside. Telling him about the blue-eyed, scruffy blond thief I picked up last night.
“Oh, him? Fuck... Yeah. We could not get rid of him. We had no evidence he was the one hustling our clients.”
“Hustling?” I called scathingly. “... The dude was robbing them blind! The fool tried to do me as well... I showed him, though. He won’t be walking upright for a few days!” I smirkingly barked.
So when I showed the staff member the half-a-dozen wallets, chains, and sunglasses he snatched, he was pretty pleased with the evidence. The gym had a few reports of members missing their stuff. And pleased was an understatement. I spend, in fact, most of the day ‘celebrating’ the bust with the gym’s staff. Getting the wallets back to the rightful owners. Good thing I had the day free from work.
The team even took me down to the staff room for a full-body workout. And a massage with a happy end. Well, I say staff room. Just call it a proper underground dungeon. But I had a blast the last few days of my visit there.
• The End •
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© StrykerJ - June-2021
Edited and re-uploaded: April-2025
