night at the gym and more

I punched in my security access code at the door to the new company gym and
pulled the handle as the buzzer signaled the OK to enter.

The new gym had been open for a year now, and I joined about six months ago to
try and reduce the stress levels induced by a fast paced Information Systems
career. I had made it a priority to get down there three days a week, summer
included, and I was really feeling the benefits of a good hard workout at the
end of a long (and usually hectic) day.

It was about 6:30 p.m. and I could hear the music pounding from the big
blaster in the corner of the room. I looked around to see who else would be
here at this hour and saw one other guy already on the Stairmaster working up
a sweat. He looked up and gave a wave as I headed for a five-minute warm-up
on the bike. I waved back and set the timer on the bike. Sean
Somebody-or-another was his name, I recalled. We had chatted amicably on the
few occasions where we had seen one another here at night. Like me, he
preferred to use the stress of the day to keep the ‘edge’ on his workout.

He had brought a great tape with him, and I found myself enjoying the music
as I relaxed into a rhythm on the bike. The five minutes passed quickly, and
I walked over in front of the wall-to-wall mirrors for a nice languid
stretch.

Sean had finished his warm-up on the Stairmaster, and walked over to the mat
area where I was standing stretching my quads.

“Ed, right?” he commented pulling up beside me.

“Yup – and you’re Sean?” I commented.

“Yup. Ready for a good session” he asked assuming a similar pose with his leg
distended behind him.

“Ya – shitty day today” I lamented. “Lots of crap happening on the system”.

“I know! I was bounced on and off the network today for the whole morning” he
laughed. “Geez, you guys in I.S. sure make it hard for a guy to stay
connected to the Internet! How the hell do you expect us guys in the plant
to search for smut when you keep bouncing us off!”.

I chuckled at his comment and looked out the corner of my eye as he bent over
to touch his toes. “Hmm. Nice body. Tight shorts, nice pecs and strong
legs”.

“Where the hell did THAT come from?” I thought. Oh well – I’ve always
admired the human form and this guy was a good sample of how I wanted to look
by the end of the year.

“Hey! I’d like to use some free weights today instead of the Universal.
Seeing as how you’re here, would you spot for me?” he asked as he headed for
the rack.

“What the hell” I thought. I could use some good ol’ pumping iron tonight to
get the blood flowing.

We took turns spotting and encouraging one another, and bantered back and
forth a little as we did our thing. We increased the weights each round, and
we had both worked up a decent sweat within the half-hour.

We moved on to some dumb bell routines and decided to finish up on the
treadmill.

As we got the treadmills going, he reached up and pulled his T-shirt up to
wipe his very sweaty face. I couldn’t help but notice a very nicely detailed
set of abs, and a totally smooth chest, topped by a great set of pecs.

I set the timer for 20 minutes and got into a good trot. Once again, we
chatted about the company, our offices and careers – the usual idle chat
that you get into while you’re jogging on a mechanical device.

The timer on the tortuous machine dinged and I staggered off the to mats to
stretch out once more, before hitting the showers and heading home. Sean
pulled up beside me – sopping wet now, and proceeded to do the same. We
laughed about the moisture we were dripping all over the mats.

“Wow – you’re a slave driver!” he laughed. “My wife is usually the only one
who can get me this hot and wet”.

I chuckled and said “Careful how you say that in here… the walls have ears.
People outside the door might think we just had a good hard romp on the mats
in here!”

He chucked and looked over at the locked door.

“Hmm. Good point I guess – it certainly does sound like it though doesn’t it?
Two of us in here panting and sweating and groaning as we stretch.”

The thought of what he was saying had an immediate effect on my crotch. I
could feel the stirrings of my cock at the picture of him and his wife,
sweaty and fucking on the mats while I watched from the sidelines. Now THAT
would be a show!

I tried to hide my hardening dick, and put my overactive imagination into
check when I noticed in the mirror that the front of his shorts had a bit of
a tent there as well. I quickly stole another glance, and when I looked up,
he was also looking at my reflection in the mirror. Our eyes met for an
electric moment, then we both glanced away.

“Well, I’m hitting the shower”, he said as he grabbed his bag and straightened
up.

He looked out the corner of his eyes conspiratorially and said in a mock Irish
whisper, “You can come in and wash my back – but I won’t say it too loud or
someone might hear!”

With a chuckle, I grabbed my bag and followed him out the door to the shower
area.

His locker was in the row closest to the shower and mine was further back in
the shower room. I stripped down, grabbed my towel and was heading for the
shower when I heard the water turn on and Sean start to whistle.

By the time I got to the shower, he was lathering up his smooth lean body with
his soap. I hung the towel and took a showerhead a couple of feet from him,
trying to that proverbial male thing – steal a glance at his ‘package’.

He had his back to me, and I could see that his butt and legs were smooth
like the rest of him. I lathered some shampoo into my brushcut and gave it a
couple of swirls.

“Hey, that’s low maintenance haircut you got there”, he chuckled.

“Yup – run a facecloth across the top of it and I’m done”, I replied.

“Well, you make up for it with your chest and legs”, he said, nodding towards
my hairier body.

“Of course, all except for that shaved patch around the base of your cock and
balls”, he stated, openly looking down at my cock area.

I blushed and thought – SHIT – I had forgotten that my wife had been shaving
her pussy in the shower when I jumped in with her on the weekend and she
playfully told me it was MY turn when she was finished.

I laughed and told her “NO way! The guys at the gym will die laughing if I do
that!”

She said, “If you let me shave your balls and around the base of your cock,
I’ll give you a blowjob”.

Well, my wife HATES to suck cock. In all our years together, I have begged
consistently, and she has pretty well evaded sucking my dick (except when she
had too much to drink – and then it was mostly teeth).

So, I nervously agreed to the shaving.

She was pretty good with the razor, and had my balls and cock area bare within
minutes.

“Must be all that practice she has shaving her pussy”, I thought.

True to her word, she cleaned me up and dropped to her knees and gobbled my
cock. She slathered her tongue around the head and swirled my balls around
while jerking me off. Probably the best effort she’s ever made in 15 years of
marriage.

While reminiscing about the prior weekend’s sex in the shower, I had been
absently pulling at my uncut dick and was shocked into the reality of where I
was, and who was standing beside me with a big grin on his face.

I jerked my hand away from my semi hard cock and glanced over at Sean to gauge
his reaction.