It happened again. At the gym. I was changing into my workout gear after work in the locker room. I was stripping off my briefs to put a jockstrap on. Not a big deal for most, but when you’re wearing a cage over your dick, guys are gonna notice.
One particular guy happened to be changing at the same time. A White guy, late 20’s, dark hair, brown eyes, short cropped goatee, chest hair, no stranger to the gym. He gave off the most hetero of bro vibes. When my pink cage caught his eyes, his lips curled, “fucking faggot”, he murmured under his breath but loud enough for me to hear it.
It wasn’t the first time I’d been called faggot at the gym, and likely won’t be the last. I ignored him and continued to pull on a tank top and lace up my running shoes. It was my running day, 30 minutes on the treadmill. I did this twice a week; the remaining days were dedicated to weight training.
I closed the locker and made my way to the treadmills. Running with a cage on took some getting used to. I discovered that tucking the cage into a tight jock made it much more comfortable, restricting any unnecessary movement. I was pleased to see my favorite treadmill, the one closest to the weights was available. This is where I could pretend to watch the television screens, but in reality, was watching these hot men strain their muscles.
The one guy who had called me a faggot was about to start doing some bench presses. I saw him place his size 13 feet to the floor, and his biceps popped as he lifted and did his set. I also saw a wide gap between his shorts and his thighs, where I was able to see his ball bulge in his briefs. I was caught staring when his eyes diverted to mine.
“Fucking faggot”, he said again to himself as he adjusted his bulge.
I was almost half way through my run when I saw the very same guy standing in front of the mirror doing bicep curls with the barbell. His bulge prominent in front of him as the muscles in his arms flexed. Through the mirror he caught me looking right at him as I was working up my own sweat on the treadmill.
Once again, he mouthed the words, “faggot.” This time I blushed and felt flush. I’d been caught twice now staring at this beast of a man. I think there is a subtle difference between admiration from one straight bro to another and a faggot lusting after a dude, and it was clear this man could tell the difference, too. I was being lustful, without a doubt.
With 5 minutes left to go on the treadmill, the very same man was now doing dead lifts in the very same mirror. All of the well-developed, ripped muscles on full display. The strained look on the man’s face made my cock ache in its cage. He looked so hot in his short gym shorts and barely there tank top which did nothing to hide his pelt covered pecs.
The hulk was sweating profusely as it appeared his workout was meant to push him hard in a compressed time. As I was winding down my run, cooling off, my hottie was toweling off his face.
Like a moth to a flame, when he started to head toward the locker room, I followed after him.
His locker just across from mine. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him drop his shorts and jock to the floor. That beefy hairy ass bent over to pick up what he dropped. Holy fuck, I imagined that ass flexing as it pumped inside my pussy.
He must have felt me gazing at him because in a flash he turned around.
“You fucking pervert! Keep your eyes off me or I’ll rip them off your face! Fucking faggot!”
I’d yet to say a word. I just peeled off my wet tank top and went about my business. I stole a fleeting glance when he pulled off his shirt and was completely naked. Even soft, framed by a thick dark bush, his flaccid cock hung low. So majestic, I wanted to take a picture and study it. It was the perfect human penis.
He placed a towel over his shoulder and headed toward the showers.
I decided to kill some time in the sauna. I wrapped the towel around my waist and sat on the lower bench with my head back and my eyes closed just enjoying the quiet and the heat on my face.
I might have been in there less than two minutes when the muscled bro walked in and sat in the upper bench above me, to my left.
“Fucking queer.” He said.
I didn’t say a word.
“You like what you see, faggot?”
I still didn’t say a word. I’d been bullied enough in my youth to know the best thing to do in these situations is to remain calm and quiet.
His toe connected with my shoulder, nudging me.
“Hey, faggot! I asked you a question.”
I stood up, turned around and saw him sitting on the towel, his thighs spread, cock semi-hard.
“You can answer me honestly. It’s just us in here. You like what you see, don’t you? I can spot a faggot a mile away. You couldn’t keep your eyes off my cock. You’re lucky you didn’t fall off that treadmill!”
I nodded my head up and down a couple of times my mouth so dry I couldn’t speak.
“You wanna touch my dick, don’t you faggot?”
The hot guy confidently grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. I could really feel it growing and throbbing in my hand. I couldn’t release my grip, I was frozen.
“Relax, bud. I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Stroke my dick for me.”
My hot guy lifted his arms above his head and clasped his hands behind him. His pits looked so inviting, their musk filling my nose, but I dared not go there. My hand slowly began to move over his slick cock up and down.
“Ohhh, that’s good. You faggots know how to work a man’s cock. I gotta give you that. Be a good little faggot and put your mouth on my cock. Make me feel good after my workout.”
I shook my head back and forth to refuse this request.
“It’s alright. I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes. You can’t keep your eyes off my dick. Get on your knees, and suck this dick for me.”
His nine inch cock hypnotized me. I took to my knees in this trance. The brute placed his hand on the back of my head and forcefully pushed me downward.
“Open up wide for me.”
I opened my mouth and he continued pushing, making me gag over his hard spongy cut cock. His other hand gripped my chin and he began to use my throat like a fleshlight. He didn’t care that his thick wiry pubes tickled my nose, that my oxygen supply was cut off, or that there was messy goo flying out of my mouth, flowing like a river down my chin.
“Such a great mouth. Yeah, I knew the second I saw you changing with that thing on your dick that you’d be drooling over my cock, and I was right.”
He had me, the cockiness, the confidence, I had no defense to it. He didn’t need to hold my head down and force me to work his cock over. I was now doing it on my own. He won, it was never a fair fight. I’m wired to suck Alpha dick. I opened my mouth wide and relaxed my throat. I was able to swallow more than eight of those inches and felt my throat contracting over this welcomed intruder.
The hot man reached over to undo the towel I had loosely fastened to my waist.
“Let me see that ass. Turn around, cocksucker.”
I turned around as he asked and took that as an opportunity to use the towel to wipe my face. I had to pluck a couple of stray pubes out of my mouth.
“Nice, bend over. I wanna see that hole. Reach back and spread huge cheeks for me.”
I did as he asked. My body was wet and sweaty so holding my cheeks open wasn’t so easy. My hands slid on my smooth skin.
“That’s such a pretty hole. I can’t wait to get my dick up in there. You want me to fuck your ass, pervert? You stared at my cock, lusting for it, you want it inside you, right?”
“Yes.”, I said meekly, almost ashamed that I’d said it.
“Oh, listen to that! The fag finally speaks! What was it that you said? I couldn’t hear you. Tell me was you want?”
I cleared my throat. I couldn’t believe he was going to make me say it out loud.
“I want you to fuck me, please.” I looked down at the floor as I said it, full of shame.
“I knew it! All you faggots are the same. Of course you want me to fuck you and I will, just not in here. It’s too fucking hot. I’ll tell you what, meet me in the steam room in 3 minutes. Nobody will see me nailing your ass in there.”
I wrapped the towel around my waist, modestly walking to the showers to rinse off and cool down. My fuck buddy, still fully erect and obviously proud of his manhood, walked back to the stack of towels to get a fresh one and then took the adjacent shower.
Thankfully, it was a quiet afternoon at the gym. There were not many guys there at 1:30 in the afternoon on a workday. I went into the steam room first and as far as I could tell it was empty. There was so much steam inside I couldn’t really see in front of me. Once my eyes adjusted, I placed a towel on the bench and laid down on my stomach. My cage wedged between it and my pelvis. My arms hanging off the sides. I thought about that thick dick invading my mouth just minutes earlier and how great it was gonna feel hammering my ass. The shame I had felt a few minutes ago melted away by lust.
A cool breeze hit me when the door opened. I could make out his hulking figure through the fog and I groaned loud enough for him to find me.
“You really want me to fuck you,, don’t you? You’re already splayed out ready to take my dick. Good thing it’s still nice and slick for that ass.”
This breeder pulled me up by the waist, one knee on the bench, the other on the floor and began to rub his hardon up and down my crack, looking for my hole.
“Oh fuck, there it is. That hungry hole. I can feel it winking at my dick. You ready for me to fuck you now, faggot? Your pussy ready for my big dick?”
“Yes, please.”, I begged in a hushed tone, a bit of that Catholic guilt in my voice.
I felt it pop past my ass ring, the stretch immediate. I hissed. There was not enough time for a leisurely fuck, I knew he’d need to do this quickly so I braced myself for the rest of his many inches. It felt like a snake slithering its way inside me, until there were no more inches to take.
His cock felt glorious, spectacular really. I began to slam my hips back on it, fucking myself, once again my need for dick irradiating any latent self-disgust.
“Uuhhhhh, oh fuck. Your hole is so good! Ride my dick!”
I arched my back, raised my ass and now I was going full-dick, from tip to base, up and down, squeezing down, his flared mushroom hitting my prostate, battering repeatedly. I let out a cry as my cock spewed its ball lava all over the towel below me.
“Shit, that was hot. You weren’t even touching your dick and you shot your nut! Fuck! My turn now faggot!
I gripped the sides of the bench as hard as this muscular jock was gripping my hips. Slamming his erection inside me like he paid good money for it. I felt his sweat fly from his chest onto my back.
“Grrrrrrr, grrrrrrr”, I heard him growling, working himself hard to chase the inevitable climax that was soon to cum.
“Ohhhhh, fuck! Here it comes! Gonna breed your fucking hole, pervert! Fucking take my load, bitch! He slapped my ass around a few times and then slammed into me hard again. “Take it, fucking take my big dick! Fuckkk!!!”
The himbo fell onto my back after injecting my ass with his load. I felt the full weight of his body and I fell onto my stomach, his body, limp over mine.
He rested for only a few seconds remembering we were in a steam room and could have been caught at any time.
Just when he peeled himself off of me, we heard a faint clapping in the background, and then the clapping became a little louder. Turns out there was another man in there the entire time hidden in the dense steam in the opposite corner.
“Very good performance guys. Got my dick so hard watching the two of you fuck. I almost shot my nut!”
“Oh man, we didn’t know that you were in here, Steve.”
“I’m glad you didn’t or I wouldn’t have been able to see the show. I knew you were hung, Joey, but no idea you were carrying that monster around between your legs.”
“Fuck yeah, I get all the pussy with this thing. Girls and faggots can’t keep off it. I’m gonna shower man. Worked up a sweat filling this faggot’s hole.”
“Good to see you, Joey. I think I’m gonna take sloppy seconds. I’m sure this faggot won’t mind.”
Joey left me alone with Steve. I could have left the steam room, too, but when a hard dick is on offer, I would never refuse it.
I couldn’t make out Steve’s specific features through the stream, but his body looked lithe and toned.
Steve pulled my waist upward and I was once again kneeling on knee and the other on the tiled floor.
His thinner, shorter cock slipped right inside my creamy hole. I felt it, but the stretch was nowhere close to the cock I’d just taken. Steve reached up and gripped my shoulders as he barreled his hard dick into me.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last. I’ve been edging since Joey started fucking your ass. I can’t believe I’m fucking you with his cum inside you. So fucking hot!”
“Ugh, ugh,”, I grunted as Steve took over my ass.
“Oh shit! I told you, I’m gonna fucking bust! Fuuucckkkk! Oohhhhhh fffuuuuccckkk! Fuck!”
There was so much cum it started spilling out of my gaped hole, down my balls, my taint, on the towel.
Steve pulled his dick out, smacked my ass as at say “thanks”, and walked out.
When I sat upright on that bench, a torrent of hot seed flew out of my ass. I was sure glad there was a towel there.
I squeezed my butt closed and found my way to the shower and grabbed a fresh towel. As I stood under the shower head, I let the rest of that seed go down the drain.
As I toweled off, I thought to myself that I didn’t think wearing a cock cage to the gym would lead to something like this. Ok, maybe I did, but I didn’t think it would happen more than once. I looked down at the pink Cobra cage covering my dick and smiled. I couldn’t wait to tell my Keyholder all about what just happened.
