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What happens when no one's looking.
🕑 Added 2021-12-20 19:06:23 +0000 UTCHe's been staring at me for twenty minutes.
Not the first time he notices me, or the first time I notice him noticing me. We've been playing this game for weeks. But today it's different.
It's the first time we work out together on Saturdays.
On Saturday mornings the gym is empty and we can stare openly and make the other notice that we're noticing him.
I look at him. He looks nice. He's smaller than me, but has a fit body and a certain combination of masculinity and softness I just love.
And he stares at me like he's starving and I'm a buffet.
I love to get that kind of looks, that's ninety percent of my reasons to come to the gym. He stares at me like there are so many things he wants to do to me he doesn't even know where to start.
And yet he doesn't talk to me.
I understand. That's a downside of being as big as me, I can be intimidating. So I go up to him and ask him if he can spot me in the bench press.
Of course, he says yes.
At my rep weight, the bar may be a bit too heavy for him, but who cares? Right now we're not here to rep. I'm here to convince him to do to me what I have in mind, and he's going along with the ride.
I have experience on Saturday mornings at the gym. I move like it's an accident, and my head brushes his crotch. Not a headbutt, of course. God, no! Just a brush so he can know where my attention is.
I smirk at him, and he smiles shyly at me. Yes, this is why asked you to spot me, man. Can't you see?
He does. The front of his shorts begins to tent and I give him another brush with my head and we smirk openly at each other.
I rub my head on his bulge like a cat and he chokes a moan. I rub it again and he moans, a bit more openly. His cock is hard already and it looks so nice from this angle. I like looking up at a man and knowing he's getting hard for me.
The owner is sitting at the front desk with a bored expression in his face, and of course he knows. How could he not? He knows and he lets me be a slut with others because every now and then if I don't get anyone to be a slut with, I get to be a slut with him.
Don't tell his wife. She wouldn't like it.
We spend the next twenty minutes flirting without words. Our mouths are having a conversation about rep limits and technique and what we like to do in the gym, and at the same time our eyes and bodies are having a conversation about how much we want to fuck each other.
Just my hand on his shoulder, his hand on his crotch, my fingers pulling my t-shirt away so he can see my hard nipple... that is the real conversation. Everything else is meaningless.
I take him to the locker room. He's still a bit shy but he's getting bolder, and when he takes his clothes off and shows me his body he's fully playing the game. He may be smaller than me, but he knows I want him and that's what matters here.
Then I take off my clothes and he looks at the cage on my cock and his eyes widen.
That's right. This man in front of him, with a massive body and bulging muscles, that man that looks so intimidating... he's caged. My cock will not get any use today.
His cock suddenly gets raging hard and his eyes illuminate. Damn, I love causing that reaction!
I give his cock a playful tug, but we're already getting on a different space. Until now I was the one making things happen, but this cage on my cock is telling him without words that I want him to make things happen to me.
We take a single cubicle that is so small his body is almost touching mine and I can feel the heat coming off him. He takes his shower even hotter than I do. Scalding hot. It takes us only a couple minutes to fill the cubicle with steam, and then he grabs the soap and lathers my chest.
When I raise my hand to touch him, he pushes them down.
Yes. Yes, please. More of this.
He's grabbing my body and caressing it, not because I want it but because he wants it. When you've been used as often as I have you can tell the difference.
I feel the lust running through all my body. It would be so easy, so simple, just to get hard and jerk off, but with the cage there I'm not allowed to focus on my cock and the lust spreads to all of me. All my body is an erogenous zone, and he's giving me all I need in all my body. Who needs a cock when I have his hands grabbing my ass and my chest?
He pushes down on my shoulders, just a little, and then he stands on his toes so he's taller than me and only then he kisses me.
Yes please.
He seems to know what I want. He keeps pushing me down until I'm on my knees and damn, I love seeing a cock from this angle.
He smirks. He wants to be in control and he knows I want him to be in control. He's looking down at me and that alone makes me feel horny, a good submissive muscleman kneeling in front of him with his cock in front of my face.
His foreskin pulls back and the head of his cock shows up, red and hard and throbbing beautifully. I love when I can make a man hard. I look up at him asking for permission, because you have to be respectful when you're in front of a real man.
He doesn't give me permission, he takes me. He pushes his finger in my mouth and makes me open it and then he sticks his cock inside me.
Fuck.
I love it.
He realizes I want to be used, fucked, taken like the good boy I am when I'm on my knees, and there seems to be a dom streak inside him that just got unleashed. I'm not sucking his cock, he's fucking my mouth and we're both loving it.
He's losing control. He's thrusting his hips faster, deeper, getting his cock deep in my throat and making me gag on it. Right now I need his cock in me more than I need air.
Thrust by thrust, he ends up pushing me against the wall and I lean back and stay still, just a mouth he can use to fuck. Maybe he would scare himself if he could see his eyes right now, because he looks like a completely different person from the quiet guy that spotted me in the weight room. He's a sweaty flame of lust, fucking my mouth, and his eyes are like red hot steel piercing my thoughts.
Nice to finally meet you, man. My man. The only man in here.
He's making me feel like I'm just a hole for him to stick his cock in. He's making me feel low, taken, submissive. Used.
Yes please.
Please fuck me, man.
I can't beg with my mouth full, but please fuck me.
When he takes his cock out of my mouth to let me breathe I tell him and the intensity in his eyes would scare me if I was able to feel anything but the need to serve him.
The tiles are smooth and fresh under my knees and my hands. Slippery when wet, hold on. Try not to slip more than you already slipped into submission.
On all fours, boy, that's how we wants you. Raise your ass and pass him the lube you brought in your kit, and get ready for his cock. Yes.
He feels even bigger going in my ass than he felt in my mouth. He's not gentle because he knows I don't expect him to be. Yes, there is a beast inside him that came out just for me, and that feels right. I want the beast.
I want his lust to devour me, to consume me, I want him to fuck him however he wants. My own caged cock is just swinging uselessly under me while he takes me and uses me like the toy I am for him.
I'm a hole for you, man, please use me.
He grabs my hair and pulls my head back and makes me rise to kiss him, his fingers playing with my nipple while his cock just hammers inside me, and then he starts talking.
He tells me how much he loves my ass, how much he likes fucking me, how good I am. He tells me I'm his property, and right now I am. In this moment, with his sweaty body against mine and his cock going deep inside me, I am his property. I am his to use, to take.
I love this.
When he stops talking and pushes me down and picks an even faster pace I know he's about to cum. This is what I want, a man cumming inside me. He goes faster, faster, and I hear him moan openly while he unloads his warm, thick cum deep in my ass.
Thank you, thank you, thank you...
Whenever a man cums inside me I feel like he marks me as his property forever. I carry his cum in me, and that makes me his. Even with the guys I've never seen again, I belong to them because of their cum inside me.
And now I belong to him, to this quiet and shy guy who is a beast at heart and only was waiting for someone to help him out of the cage.
I didn't cum. I don't need to. His orgasm, that's what I craved and needed, to know that my body was used by a real man like him. He falls on top of me, panting and chuckling and satisfied.
It takes us at least five minutes to be able to stand again and wash each other, happy and content under the warm water. It's like now I know all of his body and he knows all of mine, and our hands say thank you better than our lips.
We dry each other and dress without saying anything, and then he leaves with one final kiss and he looks different, stronger and more confident than before, and only then I realize... I never asked his name.
I don't know his name, he's just that beautiful man that just took me and fucked me in the shower.
I wish I had asked.
But well, we have seen each other multiple times here, so maybe tomorrow I will ask.
Or maybe not. It's not like we needed our names when we were kissing together in the shower. He is him and I am me, and if that was enough...
Who knows?
I don't. But maybe I'll find out tomorrow.
