Rough Workout

An Erotic Short Story

Gavin ML Fletcher
BLACK QUEER RADICAL BOOKS

Copyright 2012 by Gavin ML Fletcher

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. This short story may be shared only in its entirety.

DISCLAIMER
Rough Workout is a work of fiction. It is a proliferation of my imagination. In this collection of short erotic tales disease does not exist. Characters engage in sexual behaviors that should not be mimicked simply because they are read here. This is a fantasy. This is make-believe. In the real world there are many potential life threatening consequences to sex without a condom with random and multiple partners. This is a collection intended for adults. As adults we all have the personal responsibility to take care of ourselves. Be safe and enjoy this momentary escape from reality.

ROUGH WORKOUT
I stood in front of the gym entrance shaking my head, hating the fact that I had agreed to sign-up at the gym today. I hadnt curled a dumbbell or squatted an inch and my body already hurt. I fucking hated working out. The treadmills, the machines and the free weights; they all made me cringe with disgust. But maintaining my athletic build was a priority in my life and the only reason I even bothered working out. Unlike a lot of people, I was fine with my little at home gym in me spare room at my apartment. My boy Jay convinced me to join the gym downtown with him after he complained that he needed more options to get his body right, whatever the hell that meant. Eventually, I caved in and shelled out the $29.99 a month to sweat with all the muscle heads. I went but I was kicking and screaming the whole way. As soon as I stepped through the door my attitude did a complete 180. As I gazed over all the exposed flesh and faces my mind raced about as fast as my blood pumped through my veins. It was hard not to notice a distinct trend about the people at the gym. It was mostly men and the vast majority of them were fine as fuck. There was no way it was legal for so much sexiness to be concentrated in this one building. Even Ricky, the guy who signed me and Jay up, was fine as shit. The whole time he spoke I just smiled and nodded my head like an idiot. His thick, bushy eyebrows and bright white smile that shone that much brighter against his dark, milk

chocolate skin had me caught like a deer in headlights. As soon as I sat down in the chair across from him, I knew getting a membership was the right thing to do. For three months straight, me and my boy Jay hit the gym hard at least four times a week. Surprisingly, he was focused from the moment we started. I was actually pretty dedicated to the workout after the first couple of weeks too. Initially I was worried that all the eye candy walking around would be too distracting. Every time I saw Ricky I made sure to return the big smile he shot my way but I didnt miss the wedding ban on his finger. He was a flirt making sure he got his commission. I wasnt mad at him. I just didnt do the married, confused men; I left th ose for the foolish kids. But Ricky was far from the only gorgeous thing walking around the gym. Sexy motherfuckers stayed in the gym. Jay and I enjoyed the bulging biceps curling free weights, the thick thighs pressing against the machines and the muscular asses squatting all over the place. Wed comment and giggle like little school girls but we stayed focused. A couple of times we were approached by some dudes and politely told them wed engage in conversation after our workout. Jay mostly did that part. I hated sending away little gym bunnies. But it was for the best. Its hard as shit jogging on a treadmill when your dick on brick. So it was Tuesday in the middle of May and we had another day at the gym. Jay got there a little late because he was waiting for the Fedex man. My boy is the king of fashion and always

orders his swimwear online. Our custom fitted trunks came and he brought them straight to the gym still in the box. They look good dont they? he asked. He held them up inspecting them, looking for any defect. I frown when he pulled mine out. I wondered if my ass would even fit in them, let alone my meat. Yea, a little bit tight, isnt it? Boy, theyre form fitting and theyre made from high quality Italian fabric. Explains why they cost $60, I quipped. Shouldnt there be more length on the legs? Stop crying. Itll come down just short of halfway down your thighs. I dont know why you tripping. You know the queens are going to flip when they see your package in those sexy ass trunks on the beach for Sizzle. Im sure that would encourage me if I liked queens. Anyways, you should have got the bikini cut like me. I shook my head and started getting dressed. Jay started putting on his bikini. I looked at him like he was crazy. What you doing?! I asked looking around. Youre not putting them on now are you? Why the hell not? I want to see how sexy I look in a bathing suit that cost me eighty bucks. Theres a big ass mirror at the end of the locker room. I want pictures of all this sexiness to post on my Facebook, Twitter and my blog. Make these girls jealous. Since when did you have a blog?

Boy, boo. Focus. Put your suit on and take some pictures. I bet you get so many likes and comments the kids will start asking if you model. I rolled my eyes and exhaled loudly. Or invite me to make a porno. Live a little, Mike. Ive never seen a picture of you with your shirt off. Be spontaneous. Be sexy. Shit, be like me. Jay left for the full length mirror before I could say anything. I guess he was right. I was predictable; boring even. Last year I wore a shirt to the beach despite having a six pack. So I took a deep breath and put on the flimsy thing Jay called swimming trunks. I got the trunks on and started pulling on them to cover more of my thighs when I felt someone walk up behind me. I turned around and saw nothing but straight up raw, sex appeal. He was a giant. I was an even six feet tall and he at least had a good four or five inches on me. He scooted by me to get to one of the few available lockers. I could have sworn I saw a small grin on his face as he passed me. Maybe I was just imagining it. I dont know. I hurriedly threw on my workout clothes but I couldnt help but peek over at the giant. His basketball shorts were loose and big, like most of the guys Id seen wearing them at the gym. The plain white shirt with the torn off sleeves he wore revealed smooth, tight biceps. His calves looked just as defined. He had to have run track because he had a high booty too. The ass was definitely on point.

The giant threw a gym bag in the locker and only pulled out a change of shoes. He came ready to ball. I could only get a side view of his face as he tied his Foamposites. He was cute in a young, goofball kind of way. Something about him said clown but in an adorable, infectious way. I bet the girls loved him, especially with his caramel tone and huge hands. I had to catch myself when he jumped up to leave the locker room. I didnt realize I was staring so hard until we made eye contact for a hot second. I hunkered down and acted like I was tying my running shoes. He stopped just short of the corner of the row of lockers. You know the pool is closed this week for renovations? His deep baritone voice surprised and aroused me at the same time. And he sounded country as shit. Just sexy all around. Yea, I uh, I know. The boy was breathtaking. He smiled and stuck his hand out. Names Darryl. Mike. Well, alright Mike. Ill catch you in the gym. Oh, and nice trunks. Darryl turned the corner and left, leaving me sitting there with a big ol Kool Aid grin stuck on my face. Jay hit the opposite corner before I could even enjoy the brief, pointed compliment. Spitting game to trade now? I thought you only did gay boys? Mr. I dont do the confused men.

I dont. He spoke to me. Just some eye candy, thats all. Anyways, did you get all the pictures you wanted for your online whoring? Cause I know you posting them on those nasty sex sites, too. And will, Jay retort with a mean head swivel. But dont try to change the subject, sir. He was leaning against that locker like he was in deep intrigue, hanging on your every word. What were you two talking about? You do the most, I said shaking my head. Nothing. He just told me the pool was closed. Why would heOh, he saw you in your trunks. Yea, and he said they were nice. Ooooh bitch, he wants your cakes! I knew it, trade trying to get in them draws. I rolled my eyes. Whatever, can we go workout before this gym closes? Only got an hour. I headed out the locker room before Jay could find some other way to make more out of my little encounter. There was nothing wrong with two men having a small discourse and not wanting to jump each others bones. Well, at least one of us not wanting to. Since we started working out so late we had to hustle from one station to the next and speed up our reps; we spent ten minutes on the treadmill instead of twenty and breezed through the leg presses, curls and leg extensions. The workout was easier since it was a weekday and so late. The place was almost empty. We didnt have to wait for machines at all.

I heard Rickys voice announce over the intercom that the gym would be closing in ten minutes. I looked over to the front desk and saw my new friend Darryl and Ricky laughing about something. He looked over at me with a big smile, still laughing. I watched him dap Ricky up and walk to the locker room, glancing back at me the whole way. Jay sucked his teeth. Bitch, I saw that. Saw what? All that eye fucking you was doing with trade. Stop faking. I dont know what youre talking about. Yea, whatever. Im going home to soak in my Jacuzzi tub. You should stay, take a shower. Jay smiled as he walked pass me to the locker room. I followed close behind. True to his word, Jay snatched his bag out the locker and jiggled his keys in the air. Before he could head out Darryl walked over in only a towel and shower slippers and went to his locker. His body was beautiful. Large and elaborate tattoos covered his chest and back. The bulge in the front of his towel was impressive. It bulged more than the eight-pack on his stomach. I watched every step he took as he pulled out some soap on a rope and headed to the showers. Jay leaned in close to my ear just as Darryl turned the corner of the lockers. Text, tweet, call; you better let me know what happens. I want all the T bitch.

I could only shake my head as Jay stomped out the locker room. He thought everyone was gay; for the right one anyways. I wasnt so sure. And so what if Darryl wanted to fool around. I wasnt all that sex crazed anyways. I looked up and realized that no one else was in the locker room and the only sound I heard was one shower running. My better judgment told me not to but I undressed and threw a towel around my waist anyways. I took a deep breath as I stepped into the shower room. Everything in the gym except for the showers was up to date. They still had the showers that had the circular shower post with four shower heads. Four shower post lined the middle of the wide open room. I was sure there werent many complaints to get the showers updated. I walked in and headed straight for the same shower post Darryl was at. Figured Id be bold if I was going through with the shit. My eyes glided down his body as I stepped up to the shower. His dick was thick and pretty; a little darker than his body and cut. His head was under the water. I doubted he heard me come in. I hung my towel up and turned the water on. He jumped at the sound of the second shower coming on. He looked up at me from under the steamy water pounding against his muscular body. There wasnt a grin or a scowl. I couldnt read the look. I tried to act like I was showering and not paying him any attention but it was hard to do when he started soaping his body up.

His hand moved slowly over his chest and abs. Suds coalesced over his flesh. The best part was when he turned around to rinse off his ass. God it was beautiful. What I wouldnt have given to be one of those suds running down the muscular arch of his back between the crack of his smooth, tight ass. When he turned around his meat looked thicker, semi-erect. My eyes were glued to his thickening manhood. The thick vein that snaked over of the top of his dick pulsed at the beat of his heart. I was so distracted that I dropped the bar of soap. He let out a low laugh. You going to get that? he asked. The question seemed odd. As cliched as my dropping the soap. And I wasnt sure how exactly to answer it. Luckily he kept talking. Reminds me of the Boondocks, when that lawyer had a nightmare of being anally raped. He dropped the soap and the big diesel looking nigga came up behind him. I frowned. Yea, never seen the show. I lied but I didnt want to start flirting if I wasnt absolutely sure he was first. He may have been trying to make light of an awkward situation. Well, I aint going to hurt you slim. Not a rapist. You can pick the soap up. I shook my head and hastily scooped the soap up. When I stood up I could feel him behind me. I turned and faced him. His dick poked my stomach. He inched closer into me until I felt the length of him between our bodies.

Thought you said I aint have to worry about you? I said I dont rape. You cant rape the willing. I shook my head and smiled as I grabbed his thick shaft and began stroking. Arrogant fucker, I thought. My fingers barely fit around his dick. It was nice but mine was a little bit longer, although not as thick. His large hands seemed to swallow my dick. He focused on the head of my meat; playing and teasing me. We stayed gripping and stroking for a good minute. I wasnt sure how far I wanted to go but I could jack my own dick. So I got bold and went for what I wanted. I reached around and grabbed his round ass. His face molded into an expression of pure pleasure. His eyes closed and he licked his lips. I was encouraged. Before I could move to my knees and take him in my mouth he started kissing my neck. Darryl moved down to my collar bone and my chest. I felt my dick strain in his hand I was so turned on. His tongue finished the journey down my body over my abs and below my belly button. He kissed and licked the head of my dick before he started sucking. Shit felt so good I closed my eyes and let my body move by instinct in and out of his hot, wet mouth. The tightness of his throat surprised me as he deep throated my shit. It was obvious someone else was feeding his mouth with dick. The nigga was a pro. Trade my ass. Soon as I opened my eyes I saw someone at the shower entrance. I moved to get Darryl off me and get my towel. It was

Ricky. Darryl looked over his shoulder and turned back around and engulfed my dick like nothing had happened. I watched in disbelief as Ricky pulled his shirt off and undid his pants. It didnt take long for his pants to get bunched around his ankles with him gripping his big, chocolate meat in his hands, pumping hard and fast. Surprisingly, having an audience turned me on even more. I grabbed the back of the Darryls head and started face fucking him. He took every inch and stroke without pause. But I didnt want to cum yet. I wanted some ass. His big, muscle bound ass. I pulled my dick from his mouth and looked down at his face. I could see he wanted it too. Darryl stood up and I turned him around facing the wall. I squatted down until his ass was eye level and bent him over. My lips dragged over the round mounds of his ass cheeks. I let my tongue explore the smoothness until I found my mark. A low, guttural moan vibrated from his mouth down his body as my tongue invaded his smooth, tight hole. His ass tightened and loosened as I piston fucked his hole with my mouth. I stood up and smacked my engorged dick against his wet, puckered hole. I almost smiled at how proudly my meat jutted out from my dark thatch of curly pubes. My dick looked bigger than usual. I noticed little veins pulsing as I lined up the head of my dick with his hole. I stroked it until I saw a pearl of precum at the head and smeared it all over his wanting hole. I pressed forward over and over again until his ass gave way. I watched in pure ecstasy as the head of my dick disappear

inside him. A deep moan left his lips. He sounded like a man. I felt his body adjust to my dick. I wasnt thick but it still stretched his insides. I turned to look Ricky. He was beating his dick hard and fast like there was no return. He bit his bottom lip and played with his nipples. Raw lust burned in his eyes. My dick flexed at the sight of him. I took hold of the giants waist and buried my meat balls deep. My stroke was slow and long at first but I quickly picked up the pace. The sound of wet, slapping flesh filled the shower room. Darryl flinched and squirmed but I kept pounding away. I knew thats what he wanted. I reached around and grabbed his dick. It was unbelievably hard. I beat him off in unison with each one of my hard strokes. Rickys moans from the shower entrance got louder. I looked over just in time to see him bust his nutt all over the shower floor. Darryl must have seen it too. He took his own dick in his hand, bent over more and started throwing his ass back. His toes turned inward. It felt like his ass opened up more. I took the invite, dug my fingers in his hips and pounded harder with longer strokes. His ass gushed on my pole. The tightening of the walls in his ass sent me overboard. He was coming and so was I. I pulled him in tight and slammed as many short strokes as I could before I unloaded. When I couldnt take anymore I pulled out and skeeted all over his back. Thicks drops of my seed washed over his flesh along with the water down the drain.

Darryl stood up and looked at me. A grin of pure satisfaction was all over his face. I was sure the same look was on mine. We both got back under the showers to wash off. Darryl. Ricky called from the shower entrance now fully clothed. You need to hurry up so we can get up out of here. Darryl nodded and began rinsing off. He must have seen the quizzical look on my face. Hes my brother-in-law. I just moved here; staying with them until I find my own place. I shook my head and smiled. I could only imagine what the two of them were getting into. ~ The End ~

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