The Gym

A workout with pleasure, that this young lad could not resist.

As you entered into the gymnasium, there was the powerful smell of sweat, it was a warm day and most of the gym who was pumping weights were covered in their own sweat. As you slowly started your warming up excerises on the running machines, making sure that you weren't straining your muscles or joints. With each stride your legs slowly started to give way after awhile from constant running, your chest was ballooning with every breath. It was then you realised that wearing grey attire wasn't the best idea, fashion wise. Under the armpits, was showing signs of how hard that you've been working out on the treadmill, dark patches were spreading out on your top half of your body. Pausing the excerises to replenished the loss of bodily fluid by drinking some cocktail of a sports energy drink. Having been refreshed, you go looking for a different way to keep fit, what caught your eye was at the far end of the gym, was the weights. But it wasn't just the weights that turned your head, it was the men lifting them. Wearing tight shorts, skimpy tops, just to show off their toned muscles on their thighs, chest and arms. You could tell that most of them were dedicated weight lifters from the shape of their bodies, sculptured beautifully with sharp defining muscles. Wandering down towards where the action was taking place, you observe them all, seeing how they interacted with each other, helping to put weights onto the lifting bars. In the corner a handsome young guy was sat on a bench with some dumbbells, with his elbow resting on his knee, his arm was curling this heavy dumbbell up and down repeatedly. The sheen of sweat on his arm accentuated the muscles even more, its as if he had stood under a shower, a shower of baby oil. Spotting you from the corner of his eye, he placed the weight onto the floor and beckoned you to him. "Your new here, aren't you?", it was quite obvious that you were new just by the shape of your body. "Do you want to join me?", he asked. Looking pathetically thin in comparison to this guy's body, you declined his offer. But this lad insisted that you would be ok and that he would look after you. With that reassurance ringing in your ear, you excepted his invite. "Right" he said, "let's start you on a easy excerise" and with that, asked you to lie back on the bench that he had been using, you now know it by its proper name, it's called a bench press. Handing you the lightest of all the dumbbells available, around 3k each in weight, you started off without any struggle whatsoever, in fact you were finding the experience quite pleasurable. "OK OK!" You've seemed to have got the hang of this excerise, we'll move on to some more weights", and with that replaced the dumbbells with barbells that already had the weights on it, 40kgs. As you laid back with your head at one end of the bench, he picked up this barbell as if it was a feather, then coming over to you, he stood at the end where your head was, his legs went astride the bench with the weights ready for the handover to you. But just as you were about to hold onto the barbell, you were momentarily distracted, the fact was, as he stood over you, you were staring straight up his shorts, and even though they were tight fitting shorts, there was enough space to see inside where his leg went through. A bit of flesh could be seen, not just any bit of flesh, this flesh was shaved smooth and was big. Oh my god! Thoughts of what you seen made you a complete wreck, he's not even wearing pants or a jock strap, that image will forever be stuck in your mind. Finally, getting back to the job at hand, you took hold of the barbell. "Fuck, it's heavy". He smiled, but knew you could handle it. Still straddling his legs either side of the bench and with your head in the middle, it was obvious that you were struggling, not from the weights, but not being able to get a clearer look at his cock, plus because of his provoking stance above you, your beginning to struggle not to get too aroused, and thanked yourself that you were wearing baggy bottoms. But your feeling of being self congratulatory soon worn off as you still couldn't take your eyes off his shorts, and that started to have a effect on your cock. Movement underneath your bottoms gave the game away, with each lowering off the weights to your chest, it was the strain of lifting the weights back up that made your cock start to throb. You just wanted him to take the bar away from you, so that you could adjust yourself in your track suit bottoms, but it wasnt to be, he just stood there, watching. He could see your bottoms starting to bulge out. With your arms straight and locked at the elbows, the weight began to take it's toll, with your arms starting shake badly, "please, take it off me, I can't hold it up much longer" as you plead to his sense of human kindness. With a glint in his eyes, he did take the weight off your arms, but only to lower it onto your chest in a controlled manner, trapping you to the bench completely. Being at his mercy, try as you might, the weights proved too heavy to move. Then you frozen, it was your bottoms, you could feel a light touch in the region of your groin. Raising your head to see what's going on, this young lad had moved down to the side of the bench and had his hand resting on your groin, "Oh god". Pulling on the cord that held your bottoms up, as soon as the cord was released, his hand dived into the waist of your bottoms and brushed up against the very thing he was going for. An appreciative moan from you came as he touched your throbbing hard-on. By now, the weights on your chest started to restrict your heavy breathing, in small bursts your were panting rapidly. This only encouraged the lad to go against your wishes, but at the same time you did not want him to stop. From the outside, the material of your track suit bottoms, you could see how they had tented and the hand inside was pumping slow but firm, "Ohh". Every now and again he looked up to see what facial expressions you were making, your eyes were closed, your mouth open panting away. Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse than total embarrassment, not only from being trapped by the barbell, not only that there was a lad with his hand down your bottoms wanking you off, the embarrassment was complete when the rest of the gym stopped their activities and gathered around you and watched this lovely boy who is giving you so much pleasure. "Hey look!" Came a distant voice, everyone followed his finger to where he was pointing, it was where your cock had pushed the material up, and with such vigorous manipulation from the boy, a pin prick of a dark patch emerged onto the fabric of your grey bottoms. And it started to spread as more of your juices came up from your balls and into your stiff cock. "Oh my Lord, just look at it throbbing inside his trakkie" observed one of the bystander. But they didn't have long before they could actually see how hard your cock was in the flesh, the lad was encouraged by those watching to pull down your bottoms, making your shaft to spring upright, then slapping back down on your stomach as it uncovered your cock. The head was glistening and moist with precum. "Suck him", came another voice. And as a mouth covered the head of your cock, a huge intake of breath as the sensual feeling hit home. Still unable to get up from the bench because of the weights, you had to endure so much pleasure that was humanly possible to take for so long. From the audible moans to the bottom half of your body writhing and thrusting to extract as much feeling of lust and arousal you could muster up. The lad certainly knew how to suck cocks, with his tongue moving across the gland as he repeatedly move up and down on it, those looking on knew how good it looked from where they were standing too, with each downward intake of your cock into the lads mouth, the shape of it showed where it was, by the lads facial cheeks being distended. There was no doubt in everyone's mind, including yours, that you weren't going to stop yourself from losing control and pump your creamy seeds into his mouth. With each rise of your hips off the bench, it was a clear indication on how close you were to cumming. Moan after moans, panting became laboured as he slowly but methodically sucked you. The final thrusting of your hips didn't take anyone by surprise, it been coming for a very long time, with your chest clamped to the bench by the weights, you closed your eyes tightly, gritted your teeth together as the others watched your body arched higher than ever before, as you arse cheeks started constricting giving the indentation or dimple shape with every constrictions, then the loud and long continuous growl of pure ecstacy of lust that you nade, showed them that you were pumping your seed into the lads mouth, some of it was spilling out from the corner of his mouth. He too let out a groan, for you had triggered him to have his orgasm simultaneously, wave after wave of spunk splattered onto the floor, then threads of his ejaculation hung from the tip of his cock and lengthen before dripping onto the floor joining the pool of sperm that had already been forced out of him and started to cool down, but without the need of a hand or mouth, he ejaculated hands free. Once the orgasms subsided, and everyone had rested, it was then much to your relief that the barbell and weights were lifted off you. The relief was instant, and painful at the same time. "I need a shower" you said as you were pulling your trakkie bottoms up. Once in the shower with the hot spray washing off the sweat and the spoils of your spunk, then you were joined by the lad who had just given you the best orgasm you've experienced. "Sorry that I lost control and cum" said the lad remorseful for not having self control. You excepted his apology, then offered to wash his back for him, to which he gladly excepted. As your hands lathered up with soap, you took in the athletic shape of his body, it was nothing like you've ever seen before. Muscular, smooth hairless, and here was you about to touch it. Starting with his shoulders and edging slowly down to his well defined shape of his buttocks. You were so tempted to let a stray finger slide in between his cheeks, it was right there in front of your eyes as you knelt down. But you resisted the temptation of fingering him, and carried on soaping his back and legs. "Next time your in the gym, dont hesitate to come over for another workout" said the lad looking back over his shoulder and smiling to you.