I’ve been goin to this small, 24-hour gym near my apartment for a few months now. i usually go late at night, when it’s pretty empty, just a few guys lifting and minding their own business. at first i just liked the view, hot sweaty dudes, shirts off, muscles flexing. i’d pretend not to stare, doin my squats and stretches, feelin their eyes on me in my tight leggings.

one night, i got bold. i noticed this guy watchin me from across the weight room. tall, buff, and drippin sweat. i caught his eye, gave a tiny smile, and left to the locker room, leavin the door slightly open. i guess he got the hint, ’cause a few minutes later, he pushed it open and found me leaning against the sink, toying with the waistband of my pants.

we didn’t even talk much. the tension was so thick that i just dropped to my knees and unzipped his shorts. he tasted salty and masculine, and the sound of him tryin to keep quiet in an empty gym just turned me on even more. after he finished in my mouth, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and thanked me. i just winked.

i thought it was a one-time thing, but next visit, word must’ve spread. another guy followed me in, then another. soon enough, it became a thing. i’d show up at midnight in my tightest outfit, do a few sets, wait for that look, and head off to the locker room for a quick, dirty session. sometimes it was just head, sometimes i’d let them bend me over the bench, my leggings pulled down and my moans echoing off the tiles.

i’m not proud of how many times i’ve done it now, but i can’t deny i love the attention, the rush. knowing these guys come to the gym not just to lift but also hopin to find me there, ready to take them any way they want. i know it’s slutty as hell, but i can’t stop thinkin about it. the thrill, the heat, the way my body trembles after i’m done, knowing i’ve just been used like a toy in a place meant for workouts.

i guess i’m addicted to the risk, the anonymity, the feeling of being desired. i still hit my personal bests on the machines, but my biggest secret PR is how many guys i’ve made cum behind those locker room doors. no regrets.