It's Fun to Stay at the Y.M.C.A.

I recently decided to start taking better care of myself so I purchased a membership to the local Y. It's on my way home from work and I thought I could stop by a few times a week to join a class or swim. I wasn't looking to go all out but it'd be nice to workout and get rid of the days stress.

I was about a month in and really enjoying the environment, the pool was cool and refreshing and a much needed luxury after a long winter. The classes were tough and I felt exhausted after each one but man it felt so good. I even met some great people in these classes. There was Janice a 40 something woman in great shape, brunette with sun tan wrinkles and white shiny teeth with a 40 carat ring on her finger, we took yoga together. Stacy, a young blonde mom trying to loose the baby weight, she was cute, had a nice ass but obviously sheltered, we had an aerobics class together. Garrett and Rachel were a brother sister duo who worked out together I met them in a HIIT class, and they were intense. Garrett was around my age maybe a year older and Rachel was two years younger. Rachel was stunning, she had a great wide smile, her teeth were straight but had personality, when she spoke it was in sing song and a killer laugh to compliment. She has small perky breasts and always wore a sports bra where her nipples would poke through regularly and the sports bra did a great job at showing off her abs. Along with a wide array of yoga pants in an assortment of colors, they showed off her legs remarkably well, especially when they were the skin tight shorts. Every curve and feature was readily available to feast your eyes on. Her ass was perfect, round and tight and one of her best qualities. We had flirted between sets once or twice but nothing committal.

Garret was tall and stocky, he has great shoulders, good muscle definition in his arms yet he trying to lose weight in his torso. Like me, his mid 20's had added a few extra pounds to him but he wore it well. He was a few inches taller than me, maybe 6'2" short brunette hair, some stubble and nice defined cheeks. He was a bro for sure, and we became friends pretty immediately. So much so that he and I would workout together on off days outside of class. He and I were starting from the same fitness level almost and I got the impression his sister Rachel pushed for him to join and meet some people.

After class one day he invited me to swim with him in the pool for a couple laps, try out some strokes (his words) and burn some extra calories. I agreed eagerly, excited to get back in the pool and hangout more with him. I felt a genuine friendship blooming between he and I and I was eager to continue to build that. Garrett wasn't shy by any means, but he was quiet, choosing his words carefully and only talking when it was required.

I noticed he was going pretty hard during this HIIT class. He wore a sleeveless T and some basketball shorts and as he worked out, especially during the jump rope portion I saw the swing of his cock in those shorts. Every jump the tent rose and fell. As I was doing side steps I couldn't keep my eyes off it, I felt distracted to say the least, and kind of bad for starting at my friends bulge, but hey good for him. After class we went straight to the locker room. I had never seen him in there before, often arriving after he was already in class and leaving before he and Rachel did, so I didn't even know what his locker room etiquette was. Mine was straight forward, look down, don't make eye contact and change in the stalls. My first day in the Y locker room I turn a corner and get surprised by an 80 year old man butt naked struggling to pull on his underwear, so I was in and out of there faster than the wind.

However, this time Garrett and I went in together, our plan was to jump in the pool immediately after, swim a few laps then wade water for another 10 minutes or so. As soon as he was at his locker he stripped everything. Shorts, underwear shirt, he was fully nude in about 2 seconds. He tossed his sweat soaked gym attire into his gym bag, grabbed his swim trunks and a towel and headed to the showers. I was speechless. His cock swung there, not hampered by the restriction of the underwear. His balls were clean shaven, he had a bush of trimmed pubes and his cock was cut, thick and rested to the left side of his balls. It was long, had to have been six and a half or maybe even seven inches flaccid. My eyes were glued to him, thankfully he didn't seem to notice my gaze and strolled past me, and a few others keeping their eyes low to the ground. I watched his ass shake as he walked too, tight with some hair poking out of the crack but a nice solid ass. His legs were also thick and muscular. Seeing him in the nude gave me a better appreciation of his weight distribution. He had somewhat of a belly but it once was abs too, he had just gained a little bit of weight, everything else was pure muscle.

I ran to the stall to change and shower off the sweat from me as well, changing into my swim trunks and we soon met at the pool. Unfortunately only one of the lanes was open and the other two were taken up by some older men doing their laps. Oh well, we decided to share the lane, I'd swim in his wake one way and he in mine the other way. It worked well, we talked minimally and didn't bump into each other, but I couldn't get my mind off his cock. For some reason I started fantasizing about holding it in my hands, feeling the weight of it, caressing his balls and grabbing his ass. Next think I know I bumped my head into the pool wall, not looking where I was going. It hurt but was mostly embarrassing. After that we decided to wade in the deep end of the pool for 10 minutes and then call it. While we swam we faced each other. Like I said he wasn't much for small talk so we just tried to breath and keep from fatigue.

I noticed his eyes were darting around, he'd meet my eyes and then look at something else, or he'd start saying something but then give up half way through. All I could do was smile, the image of his penis still on the forefront of my mind.

Finally he asked, "So, uh... you have a girlfriend?"

I just laughed and said, "No, I'm too busy for one of those. How about you?"

He smiled and replied, "Me either. Rachel tries to set me up, but they're never my type"

I was intrigued by this and pressed him, "Oh? What's your type?"

He stammered a bit and spit out some water he accidently swallowed, "Big tits" he finally said, working up the courage of a joke.

Laughing I replied, "Damn, here I thought you were and ass man."

He seemed kind of taken aback by that, like maybe he was reading into it more than what I meant by it.

"Ah the only good ass I had was back in college. Give me big tits any day."

"Hey tits are great" I lamented, "but the ass possibilities are endless."

We decided to keep it down after that, the old women in the water aerobics class were giving us dirty looks and my muscles were fried anyway. I decided to call it, and swam over to the edge of the pool. As I was pushing myself out of the water my foot slipped and I went right back in. Garrett was right behind me and I sort of fell into his arms. Our bodies collided and in a desperate attempt to catch myself from flailing around like a toddler I grabbed behind to try and scoop myself above the water and ended up grabbing a full erection from Garrett.

The water splashed around us and in a moment of bravery I didn't let go, even after I knew what I was holding onto. Through the mesh and the swim trunk material I could feel that hog, it was thick, fighting with all its might to burst out of the trunks but held back by a pair of drawstrings. After my senses returned I let go, and spung myself around. He and I still close, his arms still around me and I felt his erection solidly on my leg beneath the water. Looking up at him and finally making eye contact we stayed close to each other for a breath before I paddled away and climbed back up onto the edge. I turned around and offered a hand to him as he climbed out of the pool. He took it and sprang up, then quickly adjusted his shorts. I did mine as well. We collected out shower shoes and towels, wrapping them around our waists and made our way to the locker room.

I grabbed my change of clothes from my locker while he went straight to the showers. I was in a devious mood and I needed to see how he was taking care of that erection so I chose the shower stall next to his. I undressed, turned on the water and stood on the built in chair, trying to peak over the top of the stall. He was under the hot steaming water, his body glistened as he washed off the chlorine. He began to touch his erection. It hadn't died down since the pool and in some ways had even grown bigger. He rubbed it up and down, holding touching his balls and then stroking again. When he went to push the soap dispenser for soap though, nothing came out. He pushed a few more times in irritation and then opened his eyes to see what the issue was. When he did he caught me, red handed. I had begun to start touch myself as well in my shower stall and I was hard, but when we made eye contact it felt like my cock turned to stone. It throbbed with every heartbeat and could not be moved.

I sank down in my stall. The worst thoughts racing through my head, I just lost a friend, I'd be kicked out of the Y never to return, I'd need to find a new place or just lay low, I'd be a pervert, never living it down. I heard Garrett turn off the water and open the door. This was it, either I get beat up or he calls the Y.M.C.A staff and I get tossed out. But he simply knocked on my shower door.

On the other side of the door he said, "Hey Mark, uh, my shower seems to be out of soap, mind if I get some of yours?"

Without a word, I unlatched the door and he stepped inside. He was still naked, our cocks seemed to strain towards each other I thought it might grow a few more inches just to be closer to his. He latched the door behind him and we started at each other, sizing one another up. Then in a flash we made contact. Our lips finding each others, our bodies connecting, I could feel his cock on my stomach, it was hot like fire and his heart beat made it pulse. My cock found a safe home between his sack and his leg. I had never kissed a man this passionately before, in fact the one time I did experiment in college it was over so quickly we didn't kiss or foreplay at all, he fucked me in the ass then I fucked him in the ass then it was over. This was on another level.

Our tongues circled each other, he tasted of chlorine as I'm sure I did too, but it didn't slow us down at all. I felt his chest against mine, our stomachs rubbing together, our breath ragged but in synch. He kissed my face, down to my neck and I grabbed his cock and started to play with it, pull on it, fondling his balls and doing small jerks. He stepped back just enough, sensing what I wanted. I got on my knees, placing my swim trunks on the ground for knee support and swallowed his cock to the hilt. He seemed shocked, even I shocked myself, like I said I had never done this before, but in the moment I somehow knew what to do.

I held him in my mouth as I stuck my tongue out to try and lick his balls. The water from the shower kept my eyes closed but my hands explored. I tweaked his nipples, rubbed his chest and torso, cradled his balls and played with his taint. His hard cocked rammed into my throat as he grabbed by head with both hands and throat fucked me. I never thought being used by this was my style but he held me gently with firm hands, I felt safe and supported and it helped that I wanted his cum.

Playing with his asshole while blowing him sent him over the edge. He stood up on tip toes, his ass tightened and my fingers were locked in his ass. I could feel him convulse and with one powerful thrust he shot what felt like a gallon of semen down my throat. Fuck it tasted so good. I had never even tasted my own but Garrett's load was heaven. I tried to swallow every drop but it leaked out all over my face. I could hear his ragged breath and I hope to god the shower noise kept his panting silent, but honestly I didn't care. He stood me up and spun me around. His flaccid penis nestled into my ass as he kissed, nibbled and licked my neck and ear. With his left hand he twisted and tweaked my left nipple and his right hand grabbed ahold of my cock. It felt to good to be touched there by him. His hands were large and although I don't have a small dick it felt like his hand completely covered it. His grip was tight and the soap gel provided a perfect lube. He jerked me slowly as he kissed my neck, then tightened his gripe and began to jerk me faster.

I reached behind my back to his cock to continue playing with him. In almost no time he was hard again. I soaped up my ass so I could feel him slide between my ass cheeks. His humping became stronger and stronger and he never let up on my cock. He moved his left hand down to my ass, fingering it gently with his fingers, opening my ass getting me ready. Finally I bent over, applying more soap to my ass, his spat on his dick and lined it up with my asshole. Pressing the tip of his dick my ass tightened and then gave way. He inched himself in until he was buried. Both he and I stayed perfectly still waiting for me to adjust to his size. He leaned over, kissing my back and grabbing hold of my cock then pulled out every so slightly and then pushed himself back in. He pulled out, then pushed in again. Each time my ass gave way for him. I felt his thick meaty cock pushing open my ass and it was everything I needed. I felt his warmth inside me, our legs touched, his fingers caressed my body and I squeezed my ass for him. He finally broke and bucked. He hammered into me. I practically water boarded myself to keep from screaming from ecstasy.

He hammered away at me, I heard his balls wildly slapping my balls, he continued to jerk me off from behind, laying his torso on my back, I felt his weight and pushed back into him more. We fucked like we had never fucked before.

He whispered in my ear, "I'm close"

All I could say was, "Please."

He unleashed another heavenly load straight into my ass as I came from a combination of his hand job and his cock in my ass.

We made out as we washed off, continuously groping and fondling each others genitals and asses. I was spent and I knew he was too. After the shower we dried off, kissed some more and got dressed.

We decided to go out for dinner together afterwards and had a pretty good time. I guess we had been feeling sexual tension towards each other because we both opened up to each other during our meal. He was light, made humorous jokes and we shared details about our personal lives with one another. I invited him over to my place after dinner. We hung around, drank a few beers, played some video games and he ended up crashing at place. We slept together, that night too, nothing else sexual happened until the morning it was the weekend thankfully and neither of us had places to go. I made us breakfast and we immediately got to work on each other.

So far it's been great, we hangout we fuck and each time it feels incredible, like we just get what the other person needs. Honestly I can't remember sex with a woman ever feeling this good.