A lot of submissive men loved my last story. It’s fascinating how a lot of you claim to be straight in my DMs.

Here’s another another similar interaction that happened in the gym. It happened sometime in January at the start of the year.

One evening I finished work quite late (around 9 pm). And in Melbourne it gets dark pretty late during January. I was feeling pretty wired from staring at a screen all day and because it didn’t feel like it was an end of my day I decided to go to the gym again (I already was there at the start of my day) but decided to go to the outlet near the city centre.

A lot of gay muscle twinks go to this gym so I’m used to being stared at. I generally wear my muscle shorts and a sleeveless tshirt without any underwear. by the time I’m done warming up, there’s a glean of sweat on my body and my muscles are pumping.

At around 11 pm, the gym was mostly empty at the end of my session. Taking advantage of this, I decided to strip down entirely in the lockers before heading to the showers. Because I hadn’t cum for at least a week and that I had gone through a pretty physically gruesome workout, my balls were hanging low and my cock sported a semi.

To be honest I am not a big fan of public sex, I prefer taking my time. The only reason I got naked was because I thought I was alone.

Anyway as I approached the showers I heard a gasp.

I stopped.

The lighting in the showers was a little gentle so I didn’t immediately catch where the voice came from. But as I started continuing towards the shower I caught someone staring at me from behind the lockers.

Dark skinned. Twink. About 5 foot 5. With just a brown towel around him. I turned to him and noticed his biceps and abs were in a really good shape and immediately could feel my cock bricking up harder.

I asked “what’s up?” A little tired because I really wanted to finish up and get home.

The twink stared and then cleared his throat and in a made-up low voice said “uhhh umm nothing bro…just uh finishing my umm workout”

I remember his confusion so clearly. He couldn’t focus between my dick and my face. And I felt sorry for him.

So I said “wanna finish your shower?”

He said “I already ummm showered”

It was true. His hair was still dripping wet.

I said “doesn’t matter. Wanna finish your shower?”

It didn’t take him any more convincing as he immediately stepped out entirely from the corner of the lockers and walked towards me. His eyes were glassy like he was in a trance.

Then bam!

He tripped on the floor and an in attempt to steady himself his towel fell away.

I swooped in to grab him and the first thing I noticed how intensely musky and manly he smelled. Heat was wafting off of his skin. He must have sweat through his shower. And secondly, between his legs was a semi shaved bush, and a leaking boy pussy.

I chuckled to myself. I’d been with a couple of trans men in the past but I’d never seen anyone so sexy and masculine. He was muscled and yet had a gentle vulnerability to him.

He seemed really anxious knowing that he had just outed himself. I grabbed him by his wrist and took him to the shower.

Once I shut the shower door behind me, this faggot already knew his place. On his knees he starts taking in my swollen and rock hard cock. Cleaning it up from a day long of work, sweat and piss. He sucks me with dedication, eyes closed like he hasn’t had dick in a whole life time.

I play with his hair, slowly guiding him to deep throat my cock, fully aware of my pre-cum flowing freely.

Five mins passes. I grab him by the hair, lift him up to stand and then lift him higher so that he is straddling/seated on my shoulders. And I eat his boy cunt. He loses his shit and get so wet. He struggles against my face buried deep into him as he wriggles with pleasure. I’m so turned on fuck.

so I focus on his swollen clit and his legs tighten around my head. Within a min he is cumming. His entire body spasms, his eyes shoot to the back of his head and his boy pussy tightens and pulsates against my mouth. His fingers dig into my shoulder, he has no control of himself and neither is he on the same reality as me.

I place him down and he turns around, leans against the wall and arches his back.

He whispers “please daddy destroy my cunt”

That is all I needed to hear except that I use soap from the shower to lube my cock and force my way into his tight ass hole instead. He was so tight but so easily penetrable it was funny. He didn’t even scream, just clutched my arm tighter accepting his punishment of my fat cock ruining his hole.

“Yes daddy discipline me fuck me please”

I probably risked us getting caught but I continued to fuck him with the intensity of a wild pig for thirty mins. By now he had even stopped whimpering just accepting his back shots.

I pulled out, forced him to sit on the ground as he looked up at me nearly passed out. And then I covered his entire face with so much cum. Rope after rope. My knees buckled a little but I managed to get my composure quickly.

He just looked up at me with a greedy smile on his face like he had just been served Christmas. He admires my still twitching and leaking cock.

I quickly rinsed myself off whilst he continued to sit at my feet.

Then I left. Whilst he still regained his senses on the floor.

I’ve seen him at the same gym twice since but we didn’t hook up.

I did get to know his name and number later on because he left me a dirty note in my locker and then we met a couple of days ago.

But that’s a story for another time.