Free Gym Boys by Shane Allison Page A

beasts about to rut. They never noticed me hulking in the shadows, lost in wild fantasies. Being unseen had its advantages. I could ogle them in plain sight while they stood under the shower spray, naked and glorious, while the steam curled their hair. Each player was enticing in his own way, but one consumed my thoughts more than the others, a brooding hunk named Tyler Monroe.
    In my eyes, Tyler was the finest male specimen that ever drew breath. Hairy all over, even his knuckles, like a sexy caveman. His piercing eyes never looked my way, and why would they? I was small framed and androgynous, he was masculine perfection. That sexy boy was the star of my fantasies; they played out like X-rated movies in my head. Tyler sprawled across the bench in the locker room while I worshipped his perfect body with my tongue. Tyler snaking one of those hairy fingers up my ass while I was bent over his lap and squirming against his thighs. I never expected any of my scenarios to come true, until one of them actually did.
    It was a Tuesday afternoon. All the players had showered and left for the day, except Tyler. I was folding towels and stealing glances at him while he lathered up his delicious low-hangers. The boy had the most amazing testicles, big and meaty, packed into a baggy sac that almost reached mid-thigh. I wanted to rub my face on that sac, then bury my nose in his dense thatch of pubic hair.
    â€œYou like looking at my junk, fag?”
    â€œNo, I was checking to see if you were almost finished. I have clean towels.”
    He shot a glare my way that made me skulk away in fear. Later, in the deserted locker room, he grabbed me from behind and shoved me into a corner.
    â€œI’ve got a present for you, gay boy.”
    One heavy arm pinned me in place while his free hand pressed a wad of fabric over my nose. The heavy scent of sweat permeated my senses as I breathed through his jockstrap, the same one that had cradled his perfect scrotum only moments before.
    â€œOpen your mouth, taste my jock.” I shook my head but he wouldn’t let go. His body was pressed so tightly against mine; I could feel his bulge digging into my left buttcheek. “Open up.”
    I did. The cotton blend was soft against my tongue and I could almost taste him. My dick twitched inside my shorts, and my mind was full of conflicting emotions. It felt strange to be so terrified, yet so turned on.
    â€œLike that? Bet you wish my dick was in your mouth, instead.”
    His hot breath brushed my ear, sending chills of lust all over my body. He grunted, then started dry-humping me. I turned slightly, so that the hard knot in his pants was hitting my asscrack dead center. Fuck, I wanted him inside. My tongue licked faster and I began to whimper.
    â€œYeah, eat that jock.”
    Bump, bump, bump . My dick crept out of the waistband of my shorts.
    â€œTastes good, doesn’t it?”
    Bump, bump, bump . Two hairy digits shoved the jock deeper into my mouth. I opened wider, sucking fingers and cloth while my cock grew even harder. My balls were vibrating, actually vibrating.
    â€œYou fucker, you stupid little fucker.”
    Bump, bump, bump . He took his hand from my mouth, but I kept chewing on his jock. His fingers squeezed my hips while he pounded his dick against me.
    â€œFucker, little fucker.”
    Bump, bump, bump . To my complete and utter shock, he reached inside my shorts and found my sac. His fingers were gentle as they rolled my balls against each other in time with the motion of his pelvis. My whimpering changed to moaning when that same hand moved higher and those hairy fingers wrapped around my dick. Two strokes and my balls emptied. My body went rigid and my calves tightened as my heels rose off the floor.
    â€œStupid little fucker.”
    Bump, bump, bump . My legs went weak and I could barely stand, but I managed to keep upright while my semen dripped down his hand. He stopped bumping and ground against me