curled on his lip and he put his weight down. I was about to say hello to the attendant, but I noticed that the old man was dozing off, so I just walked to the treadmill and turned it on.
Javier hadn’t started another set, so I looked up to see what he was doing. He had walked over to the attendant’s desk, had woken the man up, and was talking to him. I heard Javier tell the old man to go home and that he would close up the gym himself since the man was clearly so tired. After a little initial argument, the man acquiesced and gave Javier a key and reminded him to turn off all the lights. Javier said he would, and the man left.
As soon as he did, Javier turned to me. I had been pretending not to listen, but he knew I had been, and he said to me, “Alone at last,” in Spanish. I chuckled but went on running, smiling at him as he walked back toward his weights. He did some bench presses, and I was admiring the view as he hefted a bar loaded with weights, building up his rounded chest muscles. After a set, he sighed, and took off his shirt, saying, “Hace calor, no?”
“Yes, it’s quite hot,” I replied, grinning.
“You are American?” he asked.
“Yes, from California,” I replied.
“Ah, that is why you have a funny accent.”
I laughed a little, but kept running.
“It is okay,” he said, “I like Americans.”
“I’m so glad,” I said, smiling.
I hungrily looked at his glistening torso. He had a perfectly formed six-pack that I imagined my cum running down as I jacked off on his chest. That mocha-brown chest with a few fine black hairs around each tiny, dark brown nipple.
He did another set, and I sped up the treadmill, knowing that if I didn’t concentrate on running, I’d get a huge hard-on the minute I looked at him.
When I looked up again, I found him standing right in front of me, just in his gym shorts. He said, “I would like to use this machine, please.”
“Okay, I’ve done enough for tonight anyway. I’ll get off.”
“No,” he said, “can you show me how to use it?”
“Sure,” I said as I hopped off, “get on.”
He brushed past me, his stomach and chest gliding along my back, then stepped onto the machine.
Pointing to the start button, I said, “You just press that one there, and choose your speed.”
“Can you show me?” he asked.
“Show you?”
“Yes,” he said, “por favor, show me.”
Not knowing what else to do, I stepped back up onto the treadmill right behind him. He was standing toward the back of it, so I had to press up right against him in order to hit the button.
The treadmill ribbon started moving very slowly and we both started walking together, his back touching my front as we kept pace.
“See?” I asked. “It’s easy, and you just pick your speed.”
Before I realized what he was doing, he had spun around and hit the emergency stop button. I didn’t have time to stop walking so I crashed right into him with a big thud as my sweaty skin slapped against his, but he was ready and he caught me in his arms. My face must have registered confusion because I was about to ask a question, but before I could, his mouth was on mine and he was kissing me harder than I’d ever been kissed. His tongue was pressing into my mouth as he greedily sucked on my lips and ground his hips into my own. I kissed him back and bent slightly to place my hands on the back of his legs, then lifted him up, resting his butt on the front of the treadmill as he rubbed his ass against my crotch. His lips were a little chapped from the ocean, but their roughness felt good as I planted my own lips on them and teased his tongue with my own.
After a few moments, I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted him back up and carried him off the treadmill as his muscular legs wrapped tightly around my torso, squeezing the air out of my lungs. I could feel his cock hardening against my stomach under the nylon mesh of his shorts.
I put him down standing in front of a workout bench. I took my shirt off, then whipped his shorts down to his ankles. I was bemused to find that he hadn’t bothered wearing any underwear that night. I looked up at him and smiled, then pushed him down on the bench so that his back lay along it and his legs splayed off to either side. I took a good look at him, savoring the pungent sweaty scent of his small patch of black pubic hair. His throbbing, uncut Latin cock was hardening more each second, with a small patchwork of dark veins running along it. The pink tip of his penis was poking out from the tight foreskin, and I could just make out a tiny drop of precum shimmering as Javier got more turned on. The harder his cock got, the straighter it became until it curved only a little toward the end, like a half-formed J. It was nice and fat, and looked so juicy, I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth.
I took my hand and slowly began massaging his thighs as my tongue teased his sweaty, caramel-colored balls, nipping at them lightly with my teeth just to see him squirm. He moaned softly and bucked his hips with each new tingle of my tongue. I could feel his ass muscles flexing again and again, making a little sucking sound as his skin rubbed against the leather of the bench. Pulling back the foreskin, I took the exposed mushroom head of his cock in my mouth, then slipped my tongue under it, working it around the glans and tasting the salty tang of his prick. I had thought he was fully hard when I started working over the shaft with my mouth, but I could feel his cock swelling even more as I continued.
He moaned again, and I took it as my cue to take the entire sheath into my mouth. The soft tip of his cock poked against the back of my throat and I could feel a drop of his precum slide out from his foreskin and down my gullet. I nuzzled my face into the tuft of his pubic hair and breathed in his spicy smell, rubbing my nose deeper into the bush. I used my throat muscles to simulate swallowing, and the massage it gave his cock made Javier gasp with pleasure. Then he sat up, and placing his hands on either side of my face, he pulled my hungry mouth off his cock and kissed me deeply.
When he stopped to take a breath, he pulled me into a standing position, then slid his mouth down my body, stopping briefly at each nipple to give them a little pinch. My own cock was stirring, and I couldn’t wait for him to see how thick and fat it was getting under my shorts. Javier worked his way farther and farther down my sunburned torso, mixing pleasure with pain as he rubbed his hands along my sweaty rib cage, then ran a finger under the waistband of my shorts.
Finally he was on his knees and he reached behind me and into my shorts to cup my round bubble butt with his hands. Then he slid his hands around my legs to the front of my shorts, running his mouth along the outside of them, feeling the outline of my throbbing cock with his mouth. My rod was getting so swollen that I thought it was going to pop. I could feel the blood surging into it as it got bigger and bigger, poking down and out of the leg of my shorts where Javier was gently starting to run his tongue along the top of it, lapping eagerly at the little pool of precum that was oozing out of my piss hole.
Then he pulled my shorts down and took the entire length of my tool down his throat in a single swallow. It was all I could do not to come right then and there. He placed my hands on his head, and I ran my fingers through his thick black hair, grabbing onto it and starting to gently pump my cock in and out of his mouth.
Javier settled into the rhythm of my pumping and started forcing
