After gym fun

Shaking as I’m writing this. Just got home from a middle aged married man’s house, and as I’m writing this it dawns upon me that I’m going to have to explain how this went down. As you may know, I’m a 22yo guy who has recently been on a gay cruising app. I’ve told the story of my first experience and my drunk Funtime in a bar bathroom. Well, something has been keeping my mind on this app to the point that I now check in to my gym on the app and have men message me to meet. (Which has kinda been a nice self-esteem boost.)

Well, after a sweaty, tiring workout, I decided to head to the steam room and see that it’s surprisingly empty. I take a seat and start to take a peek into the app to see what’s been going on and if anyone’s messaged me, and then someone barges in, startled me, and out of my sweaty hands falls my phone—on the homepage—with cocks all over my screen, and it falls basically at the feet of the guy stepping in.

My stomach drops as I watch him pick up my phone to give it back to me and see what I’ve been looking at. He hands me my phone and just says, “dropped this,” which sounded like he’d watched too many movies where that line worked. He hands me my phone and takes a seat next to me. My heart is racing, and my dick is starting to get hard.

He leans over to me and whispers, “We could have some fun back at my place,” and puts his hand on my thigh for a short moment, then scoots a bit further away. I was left there speechless. I’ve been doing stuff with guys for like a week now, but I’ve always been faceless, discreet, and with people around my age. This man had seen my face, knew what I was doing, and was easily twice my age. I wanted to run out of that steam room and never come back.

But then he said that he knew what was going through my head, which for some reason turned me on. He told me to go get changed slowly in the locker room and that he would follow me out to get a “good look at you.” I don’t know why I followed his orders. I left, stripped down to my boxers, and slowly put my stuff in my bag. I saw him pass by me, and for my luck, his locker was in front and to the left of mine. When he got to his locker, I could feel his eyes on me like a hawk, and for the first time, I think ever, I felt like prey—kinda helpless and slightly terrified.

I finished packing, changing, and washing my face. By the time I got back, he was gone, out of the locker room, which restored my heart back to a somewhat normal pace. I grab my stuff and leave, then I see him waiting for me to walk out. He follows me out, I hold the door, and once we’re out of view of the front desk, he whispers into my ear, “Come over, we’ll have some fun.” I feel my body start to shake. “We’d have a good time together.” I finally respond, and instead of a “no thank you,” a “what’s the address?” slips out of my mouth. I see his half-smile turn into a full-on grin. He tells me his address, and I put it into my phone.

I hop in my car shaking and start driving towards this strange man’s house. As I’m driving, I’m thinking of all the bad things that could happen to me. I could be kidnapped or something or other, but I also thought about what sort of thing he meant by fun, and how my dick was rubbing against my thigh and boxers. It felt like a short drive because it was honestly only about 10 minutes away from the gym and 8 minutes away from my house. I remember telling myself to calm down.

I pull into a driveway, and I’m there. He’s waiting outside for me, almost as if knowing I would come. I park, I get out, and he leads me in—not a large house, more of a small condominium, the front door leading straight into the living room and attached dining room. I see drawings on the walls—not great drawings—and toys scattered about the place. Once again, as if he could read my mind, he says, “My wife and the kid are out tonight, they’ve gone to visit her mom.” He turns to me and motions me to the faux leather couch in the living room.

I sink into the couch, and he asked if I wanted a drink, to which I said no because I was driving home (but really idk if I wanted to drink whatever he gave me). Then he asked if I wanted music, to which I said yes, and he asked if anything specific, to which I replied, “The Weeknd” (I know). He yells out, “Alexa, play The Weeknd,” and his Alexa starts playing music. Then he walks over to me, stands in front of me, and puts his hand on my shoulders and asks me, “You seem nervous. Is this your first time doing this with a guy?” To which I replied yeah—lying, but thinking that he probably meant going to a guy’s house. He told me, “Don’t be nervous, I’m clean, and you can leave whenever you want.” I sheepishly replied with a simple okay, and then he pushed my face towards his crotch.

As the fabric touched my face, I could feel his cock move on the left side of my face and would twitch every time he kinda pushed into me. This turned me on immediately. I don’t know how, but this weird, almost pornstar-like attitude washed over me, and suddenly I’m tugging at the hem of his gym shorts and asking him to whip it out. He eagerly steps back and in one swift movement brings down his shorts and underwear, and his cock springs forward, already starting to leak precum.

He must have caught the look in my eye because just as fast as his pants were down, his cock was in my mouth. My eyes shot open and looked up at him, which made him thrust into my mouth once again, and I can do nothing but feel my mouth fill with salty precum and with my own saliva as if I had been waiting for this ever since the bar.

He thrust his dick in and out of my mouth, one hand still on my shoulder with the other on the back of my head. I look up at him with the eyes of a pornstar giving a picture-perfect performance. I hear him groan and say, “Looking up at me like that, there’s no way this is your first time.”

Then the thrusting stops. He brings me up and tells me to “get naked, slowly.” I take off my shirt and throw it onto the couch beside us, then my joggers, slowly inching them down my thighs until they’re between my legs. I step out of them and throw them on top of my shirt. I’m standing before him in my underwear. I start taking them off slowly, and I’m halfway down my crotch when he comes over and suddenly pulls my boxers down.

I step out of them, and he takes a whiff—my grey boxers with a noticeable wet stain from the precum dripping out of me. His cold hands grab my cock and balls and start playing with them. It feels amazing, having a man twice my age fondle my balls and stroke my shaft. Then without warning, his mouth enveloped my dick, almost making me cum right then and there.

He does all the work as I stand there with my hands off to the side, feeling awkward but feeling so good, feeling like my knees could give out at any second. Then he gets up, gets up next to me, and pushes me back on the couch. He sits down next to me and starts stroking my dick, to which I do the same to him, making him call me a “good boy” and a “fast learner.”

And there we are—two naked guys stroking each other’s dicks. We sit like that for 2 minutes, two solid minutes of a hand playing with my balls and jerking me off, with the occasional spit on my dick. It felt incredible—something about the entire experience making my heart race and my stomach tie in knots, feeling so bad but so, so good.

We’re like that for two minutes and then he suddenly moves to his knees and takes me in his mouth once again. The warm wetness causing me to throb—I’m close—I practically yell it out. He then stops sucking and starts jerking me off once again, then again sucking, him finally telling me to “cum on his face.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, I find myself shooting my load over this man’s face and into his open mouth.

My knees shake, I’m trembling, the last of my cum slowly dripping out, causing him to take my dick in his mouth once again and sucking me dry. And as quickly as I was done, he sits on the couch and tells me, “Now me.”

I fall to my knees, and that instinct kicks in again, and I start slobbering all over his dick—so much so that if you heard, you’d probably think he was watching porn. Wet, warm, sloppy—not entirely sure where or when I learned that, but that was what was in the back of my mind the entire time.

I must have not been doing amazing because at one point as I was sucking, he was thrusting into my throat, and while he wasn’t huge, he was a decent 5.5 inches but on the thicker side. After a while of me sucking, him thrusting, and my jaw starting to hurt, he tells me, “I’m gonna cum.” And I give a couple more slurps before I feel him throb, then explode in my mouth—a sweet salty liquid fills my mouth and my taste buds tell me to spit, but I force it down my throat and show him my open mouth.

“I need you to do this more often,” he says.

We both just kinda lay there for a few seconds, and then my phone starts to vibrate—it’s my mom asking if I’d be home soon. Anxiety fills my body and I start hastily putting my clothes on. I tell her I’m just finishing up working out and that I’ll be home soon. I’m dressed and ready to leave. I excuse myself, open the door, get in my car, leave, and come home.

I shower, I brushed my teeth, and typed this out. That guy’s cum is still in my stomach.

I do think I have to stop though. This might have been a bit too far and too soon.