I've been posting my gym stories on R4R as success posts, but someone forwarded me to this community to 'share the wealth' as they say. All the stories are non-fiction with some fictional bits to maintain anonymity.

I have a friend and fellow gym rat, C, whom I've written about and played with in the past, this story features him.

I was scheduled for some work near C and we decided on a follow-up gym workout. I asked him earlier on in the week if he had plans mid-week and we decided on a redux in the gym.

As we did previously, I arrived first to lift and C, always dedicated to his work made fleeting glances while I worked out. During a rest set, I took the opportunity to sit in the bench we defiled the first time, and saw him glance over and grin. There was something different lifting in a gym we had already fucked in, that made it all the more exciting and memorable this second time around.

I was immersed in a round of dumbbell snatches and cleans when he walked behind me, and stayed behind me for some time. I was tempted to do something drastic, feeling the heat of him lingering nearby was almost unbearable, but thought twice before the moment slipped by.

When C was ready, He asked me to setup in a rack as he would return shortly. I loaded a barbell, jerk-height into the side of the rack and setup two large resistance bands from the barbell. Checking I could slip my thighs into them, and holding the barbell, I made a bit of a sex swing/ride that could semi-suspend me from the barbell.

When he came back, he aggressively pinned me against the jerk blocks and started stripping my clothes off. Tongues deep in each other's throats, I had deftly removed his clothes from the waist down and knelt down to start worshiping his uncut cock. I have a special love for uncut cocks and the smooth way they move over and around my tongue, and C's growls and sighs made it clear he was enjoying it as much as I was.

After some time, I showed him my creative setup in the rack and slipping my thighs into the resistance bands, C knelt down on the floor and began eating my pussy out. I was already dripping wet from my brief chance at cock-sucking, so holding on to the barbell made the experience much more intense. Then C stood up and started fucking me, standing. Cold steel, hot cock, what a perfect juxtaposition.

When we had enough of this position, C helped me out of the bands and he immediately spun me around, bent over the side of the safety bars and continued fucking me. I was getting lost in the moment, when out of the corner of my eye, I spied a piece of equipment: The assault bike.

Somewhere between orgasms, I came on the floor, and stood up, pointed at the bike and asked C:

"Do you think you could fuck me on the bike?"

He grinned and definitely was up for the challenge. He checked the settings, lowered the seat, and I mounted the bike. Then I eased my ass over the back edge of the seat as far as I could and leaned forward, holding the display. C pulled the handlebars so they were parallel and slid into my pussy from behind smoothly. Being bent over, fucking on the bike gave a unique angle to his thrusting and I could feel that familiar orgasm building. It was that sort of sex that hit all the right spots, but mentally I was holding back until he whispered in my ear "I want you to cum all over the bike for me, be a good little slut".

That was enough. Enough to send me over the edge, soak the seat, pedals, half a bike and the surrounding floor. I caught my breath and smiled knowing he may have unlocked a bit of a praise kink in me. Apparently, as a recovering people pleaser, I become an over-eager participant when it comes to gym sex.

We went to a different area of the gym to explore and I wanted to see if there was something else to play with. C asked if I trusted him and when I said 'yes', he stepped backwards and told me to close my eyes. I was apprehensive about his unspoken idea, but knowing C's levels of creativity, he could make me agree to just about anything. Checking the clearance above his head, I closed my eyes and felt his strong arms grab me over one shoulder and one between my legs as he flipped me upside down, holding me up by my legs, and burying his face into my pussy, and my mouth onto his cock. A standing 69. I wanted to cum almost immediately as I rested my thighs over his shoulders and dove throat-first over his cock. Between the gagging sounds I was making, I could hear C say: "You can cum, only if my cock is in your throat". I grunted, knowing he was going to force me to cum regardless of what I did with my mouth, but there was no use in stopping it anyway. I immediately started gagging as I felt like someone pushed me off the cliff to a mind-bending orgasm as I gripped his head with my legs, doing my best to ride out the orgasm for as long as possible.

When C finally placed me back on the floor, the blood rushing out of my head made me dizzy, but it was the one of most memorable orgasms I've ever had.

The next few hours continued to be a freeuse parade, changing positions, brief breaks, and C delivering multiple loads in my mouth and pussy for the rest of the entire evening.

Sometimes, working near your gym partner has the best orgasmic perks. <3