This is an ongoing saga, but this is the first time I’ve vocalised this story in anyway…

I go to a fairly fancy gym in the city. There’s a slim, fit banker type dude who ive seen a fair few times, he has a similar routine etc to me and goes to the same classes. I have seen him show up with his (presumed) wife, but 90% of the time he’s alone. I’m going to call him CityBoy

The locker rooms are spacious, but you cross paths with people and you start to remember certain things about people. I myself have a 6.5 inches flaccid cock, which sometimes catches an eye or two. I’ve noticed the occasional long stare, and abrupt walk away / diverted gaze. To be fair, I tend not to hide it, and secretly enjoy swinging it around in the locker rooms (I’m not the fittest in the gym, but I’m almost certainly the most hung…)

Anyway, one class CityBoy is in there alone, and he leaves a few mins early (fairly routine as some people skip the stretches at the end). I don’t see him in the locker rooms, no big deal.

I open my locker, and there’s a business card that has been slipped in through the crack… I recognise the name from roll calls at the beginning of sessions etc. it’s CityBoy. I feel like it’s kinda weird, given what’s on his card he’s not in the same industry as me. I flip it over and notice it’s got more on the other side, which says (and this is verbatim) “I’ve seen the pipe you’re carrying round with you all day. Give me a message if you need someone who can handle all of your size, I’d happily accommodate x - CityBoy”

My heart races, and I stash the card before anyone can see it. I’m so horny I get dressed in a complete fluster and rushed to the office. I’m publicly straight but have a few bi tendencies, nothing I’ve really ever acted upon…

I’m in the office now and I’m so flustered I can’t concentrate. I take myself to the bathroom in the basement to jerk this horniness out of my system. I try porn but it can’t seem to get into it, my mind is constantly thinking about CityBoy and his business card burning a hole in my pocket.

I pull out his business card, and switch to LinkedIn (I know…) open up CityBoy’s profile and proceed to have the most electric orgasm. My cock is pulsing in a way that it hasn’t in years. I put the phone down and jerk off with two hands (something I only ever do when I’m showing off!…) and I cover the toilet walls with my hot load…

I’m now down on my knees cleaning this ocean of thick hot semen up, in abject shame…. My blood cools, I leave the bathroom and I don’t think about CityBoy all day.

7AM gym class I am there, heart racing desperate to see if CityBoy is there. He is not… I’m relieved and disappointed in equal measures.

10AM in the office happily delivering shareholder value my phone vibrates, I ignore it because it’s some recruiter on LinkedIn - probably some doofus trying to sell me his latest SaaS Platform.

I look again at lunch just in case it’s a good job opportunity… it’s no recruiter. It’s CityBoy. His message reads “I see you found me. WhatsApp?”

My heart races, I’m now sweating over my Caesar salad. How did he find me? Did he check my name on the registration at the gym?? Has he been stalking me? Is this guy some kind of threat?

No. In my horned up frenzy I failed to remember that those with LinkedIn premium get a notification when someone views their profile!… I’ve been rumbled. I toss my phone away, and shut the app. Ashamed and angry with myself.

A few days go by, the weekend passes and I’ve done what I can to forget CityBoy. I haven’t seen him in the gym, and I’ve switched to the after work session rather than before (partly by design, partly due to work hours)

Thursday comes round, and I go for work drinks. I’m 3 pints deep, not drunk but I feel slightly licked. My phone buzzes, it’s CityBoy on LinkedIn again. It reads “missed you in the locker rooms this week. Hope I didn’t scare you away…”

I get that rush feeling again. This time I respond… all I can muster up is a “hey.” (Idiot!) CityBoy responds immediately.

“So do you want to take my up on my very generous offer?…”

I gave an inch. He took a mile…

I said “I’m straight…”

He responds “So am I. I’ll see you at ABC XYZ, at 2100 tonight.” ABC XYZ is a known cruising spot, which is perilously close to my house…

I do not respond.

My heart is racing, but I have two more drinks with colleagues. (I’m now drunk). I hop on the tube home, with every intention of sitting down at home ordering a delivery and going to sleep. I choose not to do this.

I get off one stop early, with the intention of snooping ABCXYZ but do not want to meet CityBoy or do anything it all.

I get to the area, it’s a wooded area and I see a few shadows lurking. But no sign of CityBoy… that’s fine I didn’t want to see him anyway, I tell my drunk mind.

It’s pitch black now, I’ve been wandering for 10 mins, lapping the spot. I round a corner, and I hear a click click of work shoes - and a phone torch is on. Someone walking home from work, but walking curiously slowly? His torch is obscuring him, as it’s pointing at the floor. It’s only when we are about 5 yards apart that I realise it’s CityBoy, I notice it’s him before he notices me. I shuffle and check my step, and he looks up, and sees it’s me.

He opens his mouth and a soft but posh southern accent comes out. He has the kind of voice and accent that you immediately know he has always had money, but it doesn’t make you dislike him. I’ve never heard him speak until now.

“Ah hello mate - you came! I’m glad!” He addresses me like you’d see someone do to a mate they haven’t seen in a few months. Then he shakes my hand!! (Strange move). I’m clearly semi pissed, he is visibly sober. Sharp and alert

His voice lowers and he becomes more serious -“come with me, then” and he simply walks away. I still haven’t said anything bar a few mumbled “oh, alright mates?”

I follow him as if I was never given a choice. Tailing by 6 feet or so. He never once looks back. It’s only now we’re closer that I realise that he is a smaller man, 5 ft 7 at most and very slim. Slick browny ginger hair and a gilet with suit trousers. I’m 6 ft 1 broader, and much heavier.

He stops, and I approach. Before I’m even in front of him he’s dropped to his knees. I approach slowly, I’m so clearly nervous. I’m now standing over him, silent. Whilst on his knees looks up at me (and I’ll never forget what he said) he says - “I’ve been going to that gym for years and I’ve never ever seen a cock like that” (he nods at my crotch) “now let me fucking see it”

I haven’t even realised but I am rock hard. My cock is bursting through my pants and my bellend is clearly visible through my suit trousers. He caresses it gently then presses his clean shaven face against my throbbing cock, still stuffed in my trousers.

He reaches up, he has small hands. Undoes my belt, and takes my flies down. Slides his fingers under my waistband and gently pulls. He slides it in a way that my cock stays pointing down and doesn’t come out until the waistband has dragged along every inch of my cock.

When the waistband passes the tip of my cock (passing the 8th and final inch) my cock springs out, slaps my stomach with a thud and then gently bounces up and down in front of CityBoy’s face until it reaches a rest right between his eyes about 3 inches from his face. It pulses with every heart beat, my balls tighten with the tension of my body.

“Fuck me. I knew it was big, I never would’ve guessed you were a grower…” CityBoy grunts. He’s got a look in his eye now. I still. Have. Not. Said. Anything.

Before I can even take stock of what the fuck I am doing, CityBoy has his tongue under my balls and both hands wrapped around my cock. I’ve never been touched by a man, but it is noticeably different. It is more forceful and firm, but more forgiving in its touch. The hands are bigger and the mouth is stronger.

CityBoy is working my shaft, slurping and grunting like an animal. He is in a frenzy now himself. Tongue is moving everywhere, below my balls and into my ass briefly. Before I can register his tongue is now circling my bellend, his hands caressing and fondling my huge swollen full balls.

No more than 45 seconds have passed and my cock is screaming in ecstasy. My cock is thicker and longer than it has ever been. I’ve never felt arousal like this. The taboo of this has overwhelmed me.

Without even realising, my cock is buried deep within CotyBoys throat, one hand holding him by the chin, the other on the back of his neck. His tongue is sticking out and while I empty my thick load down his throat, he tongues my balls in a way that makes me shoot even more cum somehow.

I unfurl my still rock hard cock from his mouth, grab him by the gilet turn him round and press him up the tree. All thoughts have left my mind now, I am pure animal instinct right now. I rip his trousers down and grab my dripping wet cock. I slide into him immediately and he whimpers like dog might do when you accidentally step on its tail.

I put one hand on his throat and the other on his rock hard cock. I’m surprised to find that he has a big cock. It must be 7 inches or more. Thick and smooth. I’m now thrusting into him, the thuds of my body hitting his ringing out mixed with my grunts and his yelps. He whispers and hisses “yes” occasionally.

I do not jerk him, I just hold his cock pointing down. (It seemed to tighten him and he definitely enjoyed it..) within a minute he has clenched hold of my cock, his insides seem to constrict and his cock convulses. I feel it pumping cum out. It is clear that he has lost all control. He makes a very odd noise which sounded like a combination of a snore and a sneeze with every thrust. And I feel his cock inflate with every drive into him. His knees go weak and he slumps.

I hold him up, and I now up the pace, intensity and aggression of my thrusts. He’s now wailing in uncontrollable ecstasy. He’s all mine, and has fully submitted to my cock. I could do anything to him.

I bury my face in his ear and snarl something that I can’t remember but it would’ve been something on the lines “I’m going to fucking fill you with my cum again” . He can only stammer “please” over and over. He clutches back, with both hands pulling me into him.

I empty myself inside of him. Pumping a load of equal size to the first one deep into him. He wails.

I pull myself out of him, a languid but purposeful move. A long withdraw, he makes a noise that was closest to a laugh, but it was driven by pure overwhelming stimulus rather than humour.

Before I can say anything my trousers are up and I’m beginning to walk away, I turn around and see he hasn’t moved. He is pressed up against the tree, one hand by his side the other on the tree.

The next morning passes, I work from home. Hungover and desperately confused. The weekend passes and I hear nothing. But I cannot shake that fever dream from Thursday night.

Tuesday im in the gym 07:30 no sign of CityBoy. 2100 Thursday, I am home and trying to relax. My phone lights up, it’s CityBoy. His message reads

“I told my wife about what happened last week. She wants to know if she join the equation…?”