Neighborhood Fitness Center
An Overdue Transformation
At 38, post-divorce and childless, I recognized it was time to bring dramatic changes into my life. My breakup had been less than amicable but luckily, we didn't possess significant assets, so there weren't many disputes. I let her have the house - a place I had never been fond of. I yearned for a new residence away from city bustle. I started contemplating constructing a house in a remote area. Though for the interim, I planned to secure a spacious apartment. A requisite on my list was a well-equipped fitness center. With some effort, I discovered a prime location and joined it. The facility offered a refurbished gym.
The management had done an impressive job, making the petite gym comfy. The equipment was new and properly maintained. The room displayed cozy carpeting beneath the fitness stations, with soft padding. The gym occupied a corner of the clubhouse, flaunting floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking two walls and mirrors on the other two. My favorite attribute was the privacy glass, providing a secluded outside view without any passerby gawking.
Post a few months, things had been rewarding. I was a regular gym visitor, eager to shed the weight. It astonished me how swiftly my situation ameliorated. I'd dropped pounds and noted a sculpted chest for the first time in my life, an achievement previously unattainable even during youth. I'd descended to my high-school weight and my endurance had enhanced significantly too. Feeling less self-conscious, I could exercise to my full potential.
The weight reduction was far more beneficial than I had envisioned. My penis seemed longer by a few inches! Initially, I was seven inches; I hadn't really measured it but assumed it was average. However, I was startled upon measuring my new length. I surpassed eight inches, an astonishing discovery. I recently learned losing weight could make it seem larger. My penis stemmed from my body's core, and reducing fat concealing the base resolved this issue. This sentiment resonated with my recent porn binges lately. I never considered my penis size large, but now I realized I compared favorably to the male porn actors I observed. To show off a little, I procured a pair of skimpy workout shorts.
Soon afterward, the novelty of the gym vanished for most residents. Inevitably, it became seldom used, except by me. I continued to thrive, cherishing the empty gym. This persisted until late summer. One afternoon, I observed the gym door open, yet was startled to witness someone new - an unknown individual. I greeted him cordially before he selected a treadmill and began jogging. I reverted my focus to my workout on the leg machine instead of my hardening erectile state.
I generally skipped noticing men, but this new acquaintance bore an exception. Reaching my height of approximately 5.11', he was around my age, boasting light brown hair and brown eyes. He boasted a notable physique, deviating from weightlifter or bicyclist clichés. He wore tight black briefs like me and a black tank top. I was struck by how he draped his maleness so noticeably. I observed him closely, enamored by his bouncing package, my own erection struggling to hide beneath my outfit. Though I didn't identify as gay, observing his package had me fixated.
I opted to do push-ups on the floor nearby the windows since my groin was still recovering. Engrossed in the push-ups, I disregarded what was going on earlier. It didn't take long for me to become immersed in them and lose track of time. To my surprise, a man had walked over while I was in my trance. While I was halfway standing, I glanced down to note his shoes so close to my face and it became evident that he was there to talk. Realizing I was caught, my eyes briefly met his before they came back to their feet. "Eric," he introduced himself, extending his hand for a handshake. "Walt" was my reply, shaking his hand in return.
"This place has been quite quiet lately. Not many people around," he said. "It wasn't like this when I moved in, but it's been like this for at least three weeks now. I'm here every day around this time. They renovated the gym just before I moved in, and since then, attendance has dramatically decreased."
"Seems quieter now, that's for sure." He replied. "Can you help me out with bench presses? I don't lift heavy weights, so I'll need your assistance if I'm to manage the weight." He inquired. "Sure thing."
We made our way over to the free weight bench; he already had everything set up. I found the weight comfortably light, considering his chest size. I set myself up behind the bench and steadied the bar as he started a set. My eyes once again strayed towards his crotch while he was working on his reps. With him lying down, I could better see the contours of his cock. I observed the outline of his cock through his shorts. "Would you like to do a set as well?" he queried. "I was going to do leg day, but with a workout buddy, it's worth it."
Swapping positions, I waited for him to lift the bar off the rack. When he was ready, it seemed as if it took him an eternity to get into position. Then, unexpectedly, his erect cock dropped on me. Dazed, I tried to deal with the situation and simply stared at it. Resisting the urge to jump out of the way, I stayed seated. "Stroke me," he contended. "It's unlikely people come here. Even if they did, they can't see us through these windows. The fact that you haven't made a move tells me you're curious, so just stroke me."
I gave in and cautiously wrapped my hand around his cock for the first time. The feeling wasn't horrible, and I didn't mind it. He was hard and large. He was undoubtedly taller than nine inches, and probably even ten or eleven based on my estimate. I could fit the entire circumference of his cock in my hand. With my hand sliding up the shaft, I guided it towards his head. I licked the underside, starting at the tip and progressing down the shaft. When I got to his balls, I pulled his foreskin and licked his large head. His cock was quite long and uncut. It was much larger than mine in size. Given the scope of his cock, I could just about fit my fist around it, though with discomfort. After that, I licked the length of it, trying to cover the underside and reach more of its surface. It tasted salty, akin to how sweat would taste when licking it. His hand soon reached down, making his cock sway in my mouth while I continued licking the underside. I learned that I could also press my tongue against his balls to the fascinated sensation. He responded by moaning softly in appreciation. After some more teasing, he straightened up. "Slower," he commented, before lying down again and closing his eyes. As I continued with my licking, he began to thrust his hips in response. He was still completely clothed and I had to be careful to avoid contacting his clothes. After a while, he started gasping and speaking out in tongues. Suddenly, he pushed his hips forward and withdrew my head from his cock. With words failing him, he only managed to say "right there" repeatedly as I hand-jerked his cock, and soon, he ejaculated. As his load splattered over my face, he closed his eyes, gasping for breath. Then, he turned to his side, grabbed his handkerchief, calmed down and tucked his cock away, soon excusing himself.
With his huge manhood, Eric also had a great pair of large balls tucked inside his low-hanging, well-groomed scrotum. You could easily make out each ball in the sack, making it just right for me to take one into my mouth. I moistened my lips, drew one of the orbs in with a gentle suction, and swirled it around on my tongue before gently pushing it out with my tongue and taking the other ball in. I continued darting between sucking on his two testicles and running my tongue up his shaft. By this point, my own penis was throbbing painfully in my underwear.
Eric caught on and pulled down my shorts, exposing myself while lifting me up by my hips. He then wrapped his hand around my erect penis while I continued to run my tongue over his cock and scrotum. Eric positioned himself before I could even react - his powerful thighs touching my head. He continued to stimulate my cock as he slowly lowered his cock towards my lips. My initial fear quickly dissipated, and when I opened my mouth wide for his prick, he slowly moved forward. It was challenging not to kiss his penis with my teeth, but Eric was patient as he brought his cock to my lips and I eventually managed to accommodate him. As I started to raise my head, swallowing more of him, I could sense the veins running along my tongue. When I had him as deep in my mouth as possible, Eric pulled out his cock and wrapped his mouth around my erection, surprising me. I had a momentary orgasmic response, causing me to pause. But he seemed to sense this and pulled back momentarily before continuing to pleasure me.
His skilful combinations of sucking and stroking soon had me once again at the mercy of his mouth, alternating between sucking me off and swallowing me whole. This continuous oral exchange left our mouths watered and our breaths heavy. After about twenty minutes, Eric stood up and removed his throbbing cock from my mouth. Although I was slightly disappointed to have his cock removed from my mouth, I could see in his eyes that we were far from done. Eric guided me to a spot near the window, in front of the bustling park, where I knelt down. I then heard him say, "I want to see the people walking by while you suck my dick." Though I knew they could not see in through the privacy glass, the excitement was overwhelming. I moved my head down, taking him back in my mouth, even more engrossed in someone watching us from outside.
Being in the corner, I could peep the people in the courtyard while keeping an eye on myself in the mirror. I noticed the muscles of his buttocks flexing with each thrust into my mouth, while I reached around to massage his buttocks with both hands. As he pushed back into my mouth, I glanced down to see a puddle of precum seeping out of my drooping penis. Though my senses were overwhelmed with his actions, the one sight that captured me most was our reflections in the glass; his cock bouncing in and out of my mouth and my bare bottom thrusting up into the air for him. As he fucked my face with his considerable size, I was able to take him deeper in my throat, just barely, making me gag with excitement and pressure. Though I struggled to deepthroat him, I continued to try, knowing it would be impossible - but Eric was a dominant force, pushing me to my limits.
One time, Eric removed his dick from my mouth and grabbed my hands to lift me off my feet. My shorts were still below my butt, so he yanked them down fully. I took off my shoes to let him take them off with ease and he threw them away, not bothering to check where they fell. He also lifted off my shirt over my head and discarded it behind him, leaving me in nothing but socks. He guided me against the window, comprehending the situation and how quickly my mindset had changed from not considering other men sexually only one hour prior, I was now open to taking his cock in my butt. I pushed my naked butt out to him, curved my spine and glanced over my shoulder as I watched Eric head towards the lotion dispenser on the wall. He scooped some lotion onto his cock then grabbed another handful, heading back to my eager asshole.
I noticed the cold lotion on my hole as he smeared it around. He kept his fingers coated in lotion, pushing it into my virgin asshole, surprising me as it slid in easily, smoother than I would have expected from my lack of anal penetration. It felt more uncomfortable as a third finger entered until he started twirling them around to thoroughly coat my anus. He then began to push in and out, slowly increasing the intensity until he was pounding into me hard through the window. I stood still, my body shuddering from the force, explaining my discomfort to him but eager to go on. When he stopped pushing, I started to push back towards him to signal my readiness for him to proceed. Eric got the message and resumed pushing as I felt the head of his cock against my anal ring.
The pain of entry was immense, and my eyes watered. For a moment it looked like he was concerned, but I pushed him to proceed. As he punched in, I felt his cock against my anal membrane. My ass tightened and resisted his entire length but he continued forcing his way in, breaking my anal membrane. I felt satisfaction when his cock finally broke through but the discomfort lasted for an eternity, he kept pushing his way in slowly. Once it was in, he allowed me to adjust. Eventually, the pain melted and I started pushing back at him. After ten or fifteen minutes, he had fully penetrated me, his balls touching my own. He remained still, letting me become accustomed to the fullness, which vanished gradually, melting into a warm comforting feeling. As he slowly pulled out, I felt lingering discomfort from his withdrawing, a sensation similar to pushing into me. But the pleasure from the anticipation of having his cock firmly in my ass overpowered it, leaving me wriggling back to meet his return thrusts.
After positioning it in a mirror, I saw his shaft entering and leaving my ass. My ass was vibrating violently each time he bottomed out. The people on the street were close enough to the glass I was leaning against that I could see their glances at us through the window. I moaned loudly, not caring if they could hear it. My hard cock was swaying with his every thrust, dispersing strains of my precum against the window. The entry point and the pleasure from his deep thrusts overwhelmed me, so I leaned forward and grabbed my buttocks, spreading my butt cheeks for deeper insertion. At this angle, my collarbone brushed against the glass with each powerful return thrust. My fingers clutched at his ass when I felt the impact as our sacks bumped, generating a groaning sound from the window that echoed in the small space. I urged him to speed up by pulling his hips back and forth as our scrotums collided.
He immediately increased his pace, ramming me harder. This included the feeling of him roughly flooding my asshole with pleasure, more violent and forceful than anything I'd experienced before. I could feel my orgasm building like a localized nuclear weapon; it was not going to stop until it erupted. But still, I took pleasure in the deep penetration and the discomfort as he continued to pound into me. As I thrashed, pushing against the glass to accommodate each of his deep shoves, I pulled his buttocks tight towards me, pushing him harder. Soon after, my anal muscles constricted around his cock, not only closing its entry but clenching tightly. I felt him go rigidity of a man transitioning to climax. I looked at him, and we both knew then that it was time for mine. I kept pushing back, anticipating the familiar insemination of my rectum that's always followed an intense penetration like this. Eventually the sensation crested and I felt my own orgasmic release. His jizz washed over me from my rectum and spilled out all over my face, mixing in with mine.
Eric finally extracted his dick from my ass, and the cool air that followed was a soothing relief. When I turned, I lifted a cheek slightly and indicated my ass to the mirror, displaying the open hole in all its pink-hued glory. My asshole was expansive and my skin was flushed from its previous sexual assault.
Eric flopped down onto the mat, his upright cock ready. I positioned myself above it, descending slowly. My asshole was still open, and his cock slotted in with ease. I resumed bouncing up and down on his dick. My drooping prick bobbed along as well, still dripping with pre-cum. I placed my hands on his knees and leaned back, generating a harder, meatier thrust. My semi-erect prick slapped his abs, making a wet and shiny trail on both of us in the process. For whatever reason, he wasn't getting as deep in this position, but I could hit his prostate with each upward bounce, stretching and stinging my ass with every slap. Doug and I groaned vociferously while prompting a loud smack of flesh. Our bodies smashed together, creating a satisfying audible sound. Doug's beefy cock hit my ass on every upstroke with the correct force, eliciting gasps of satisfaction.
When I discovered that a record-breaking orgasm was impending, I amplified my thrusts even further. Each downstroke made Greg utter grunts, while the upstroke was met with a satisfying bounce. I felt so filled to the brim with anticipation that when the orgasm struck, it seemed to be the most powerful I had ever experienced. It gradually increased in intensity, about the same pace as a normal orgasm, but then it hit an entirely different level, better than anything I had ever experienced. It took awhile to peak, but once there, it unleashed throbbing spurts of sperm all over the place. Incredibly, the orgasm continued for much longer than I had ever encountered. I was thoroughly drained from riding so aggressively for so long and just sat there, gulping for air while Greg remained inside me.
Despite cumming so recently, I had yet to satiate my drive. Eric rested on top of me, and I needed his help once more. I scooted back towards the mat in the window, assuming the same position, with my ass in the air, hole open and inviting, anticipating the next phase. Seeing him return with lube was a vision, and he knelt behind me. He grasped me by the waist and, without mercy, drove into my butt, making my ass cheeks flare as he went deep. My ass attracted a sudden mesh of people's attention. The window faced the world outside and presented a clear view of Doug's rock-hard prick penetrating my gaping opening, and my swinging prick was visible too. As he battered my ass, making me both want and despise the hard, pleasurable thrusts, Eric's balls grazed mine. He strangely seemed to be approaching his climax as well, cranking up the intensity. I struggled to maintain my own senses, aware that I could coax an orgasm from him using my anal flexes - a feat I rarely achieved.
Greg's moans drowned out my own when, with a roar, he rolled his hips, plunging his member extra deep and then staying put. His knees involuntarily tested me to ensure the depth, and then he broke loose, filling my ass with his contents - I was able to feel individual pulses, each depositing another shot of his fluid. This orgasm, too, lasted for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, his arms wrapped around me as he keeled over, completely overwhelmed. Neither of us had the energy to move, and after long minutes, he pulled out and his limp prick slunk out of my hole with an audible squelch, leaving me with the pleasure of his semen pooled at the mouth of my asshole.
Just then, my neighbor, Trina, opened the door and entered the apartment. She likely spied Eric's cum spilling out of my freshly-slammed ass. By the time my face matched the same red shade as my lower body, I burst into action, retrieving my shorts and t-shirt that he had carelessly discarded. Trina greeted me with a smile while I hurriedly got dressed. She smiled at the cum leaking from my ass and mumbled, "Hi, Walt. Feel free to disregard me." She left with a chuckle.
I rushed out the door, still clutching my shoes, with Eric to follow closely behind. I had never been more mortified in my life, yet that didn't prevent me from heading back to his place for a night of passionate lovemaking. I had been dreading the moment I'd run into Trina in the hallway again, knowing we lived across from each other and there was no way to avoid it. To my amazement, I found myself deep within her a few days later. It turned out she had quite the opposite reaction to the entire situation as she had become quite aroused.
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- Chapter 5: The Corruption of Innocence: Part 8
- Katie's New Beginnings: Chapter 11
- Recruiter for Skill: Chapter 7
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