I had been working out on a weight machine at my gym when I noticed this cute, slender, blond-haired, text-book definition of a twink watching me from the free weights. While I was a little embarrassed, I was also very flattered that, at 30 years of age, I could still draw the attention of such an attractive young man. At one point, I looked over my shoulder to make sure he wasn’t staring at someone else behind me … he wasn’t. And, so, I gathered my courage, turned my attention directly toward him, and paused to wink at him. The kid was so embarrassed at being caught that he blushed and ducked his head down, avoiding my gaze. I remember feeling both surprise and sudden anticipation as I turned my back to him to adjust the pin on the weight stack, then went back to working out. As I settled back down on the bench I stole a side-wise glimpse and noted that the boy was watching me again, barely working out as he stared. I was VERY flattered, and so I kept on working with the weight machine (I think I was working on my biceps) and concentrated on making it look good. After I finished my sets there, I moved from one machine to another, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the boy followed me with his gaze. I let him watch and noticed that I was starting to get hard at the thought that this fresh-faced, young, apparently barely-legal boy would be attracted to thick hairy man who was about 12 years older than him. Even though I realized that probably nothing would come from his attention, I still hoped he was legal … I guy can fanaticize!
After I finished working out for the day, and had showered and changed, I scanned the gym as I was leaving but was disappointed to not see “my” sexy boy anywhere. I walked on out the doors and started for my car when I heard a voice behind me say “Hey, mister, can I get a ride?” I turned and, yes, there was my admirer. He hadn’t showered and was still clad in sweat-soaked gym clothes, but I didn’t care. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up. “Sure,” I said, and led the way to my car. We got in and I asked him “where do you need to go?” As I looked at him intently, he got a little red in the face and mumbled “your place?” My stomach did a flip-flop and my heart began pounding, but I did everything I could to keep it from showing. “Have we met before?”
“No … but I’ve been watching you here at the gym for the last couple of weeks and you look very nice.”
“Are you sure you want to come home with me?” I asked. “Yes,” he said, blushing an even deeper shade of red. I asked him for his ID, and he reached into his gym bag and brought out his wallet and his Driver’s License; I checked it and confirmed that he was 18 years old … about half way to 19, actually … and I handed it back to him. “Did you drive here?” He admitted that he had, but that he really wanted to meet me.
So, I took him to my house (which wasn’t terribly far from the gym) where I had him shower while I turned down the bed and sat to wait for my admirer. When he came out of the bathroom, he was totally nude, and I was very pleased. He had the perfect twink body: skinny, smooth, under-developed, and very ready to be topped. His penis was hard, cut, and moderately-sized – maybe a little smaller than a corny dog. He had recently shaved his crotch, for there was no hair around his cock and balls. I told him that I thought he was fantastic looking, and “very fuckable,” but that if he didn’t want to do anything with me, he didn’t have to.
He protested, saying that he definitely wanted me to “make love to him” … that was why he had watched me in the gym and followed me to my car. He explained that he was having plenty of sex with his friends in college, and that he had a steady boyfriend who was also a twink like him, but that what he really wanted was to try out a “real man" … a man with "meat and muscle and fur and a big dick and a lot of experience." He paused, gulped, and then added: "I want a guy like Tom Selleck.” Excited, and hardly believing my luck, I stood up, took off my shirt, dropped my pants and my underwear, and exposed to him my hard and precum-leaking 7.5 inch long cock; I then asked if I was enough of a man for him, and he just nodded his head as his gaze slid down my torso to my waist and trained on my hefty tool. I knew I looked good, and I could tell by the expression on his face and the drool that was starting to dribble out the corner of his mouth, that he thought so too.
And, so, I fucked him. Terrance wanted me to begin doggy style, which was tough because his legs were very long, but he could splay them wide and make his ass the perfect height for me to fuck while standing by the edge of the bed. I remember looking down at his boy butt as my cock plunged repeatedly into his hole, and I was amazed at how huge I looked sliding between his tiny pale ass cheeks and how well he took me pounding him. That first time, after fucking him for a while doggy style, I flipped him over, draped his long slender legs over my shoulders, and plowed my dick back into his hole while running my hands all over his slender body. He looked and felt wonderful, was very young and innocent looking and yet also rather slutty ... all of which was a huge turn on. I remember crawling up onto the bed and taking him missionary style, leaning heavily into him so that my cock would pound the back of his rectum. Repeatedly – again and again – I was hitting “home,” and I knew that his frame was so small and his ass so shallow that I would be able to penetrate to his colon if I wanted. With some guys this is impossible: try as I might, while I can usually pound the back of their rectums, I just can't penetrate their rectosigmoid junctions. Terrance’s was certainly within my reach, with at least an inch and a half to spare. So, I went there. With his legs all the way over, his feet touching the pillow on either side of his head, I pressed inward as deeply as I could and I felt the head of my cock pop through his inner hole and well into his sigmoid colon. He let out a piercing shout, and his cock burst a load of cum all over his tummy and my chest. I held still, fully buried in his hole, until his rough orgasm subsided, and then I began to fuck him again, pulling all the way out and then sinking all the way back into his colon. Fucking this boy was a huge turn-on, and after I had him fully opened to me I allowed his legs to drape over my shoulders again and I settled in for a long ride. I ended up sweating buckets, and he was whimpering and mumbling about how wonderful it was and kept running his fingers through the fur on my chest as he begged me to not stop. However, finally, I felt myself go past the point of no return and, as I shuddered and my cock pulsed large and deep inside him, I nutted into his colon. I held still until the body-wrenching convulsion passed, then I backed off. I looked down and saw he was hard again, so I lowered myself down to his waist and began to suck his cock; since it was slender, it was easy to take completely into my mouth, and after just a few moments of working on his dick he blew a respectable amount of tangy cream down my throat.
I took him back to the gym so he could get his car; and, from that time forward we would meet at the gym and then he would drive himself to my house after his first workout for me to give him a second one. I think I saw Terrance maybe 15 or 20 times from 1993 to 1994, and all of them were very nice encounters. He was a sweet boy, always willing to try something new, and especially to get fucked.
After the better part of a year, Terrance fell off my radar and I didn’t see him again at the gym for a long time. When I did see him again, sometime in the first half of 1996, I almost didn’t recognize him: he had built his body, toning up and making himself strong and svelte. I really liked how he looked, and I told him so. He smiled and admitted that he had been getting a lot more sex now, but that he missed me. So, in 1996 we saw each other perhaps a dozen more times in quick succession before my own life took a turn in a new direction. He was a great deal of fun ... a sexy twink perfect for deep fucking.
