Gym Buddies

My alarm went off at 5:00… for some reason, today seemed WAY to early to get up, even though I was normally awake at this time. I wanted to roll over and go back to sleep, but Mike would be around in about 25 minutes… I rummaged around in the dark so as not to wake my wife up, grabbing yesterday's socks and t-shirt and pulling them on. Then I fumbled around in my top drawer, pulling out a set of boxer brief underwear that I use for gym shorts. I pulled them on and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and run a comb through my hair. By the time Mike pulled up I was outside, gym bag in hand… eyes at half-mast.

We got to the gym at 5:30 as usual, which gave us time to have an hour of exercise and then shower before the morning rush that usually started around 7:00. As usual, we had the gym to ourselves. I did some weights for a half hour and then settled in on a treadmill for the last half hour. My the ten-minute mark I was out of breath, by the twenty-minute mark, I was gasping and had turned the speed down a few times. At the twenty-eight-minute point, Mike was standing next to me, urging me on not to quit. As I got off the treadmill, Mike put his arm around me, half holding me up. “You’ll get there man… just keep going.”

I stumbled along into the locker room and showers. “I can’t believe how far I let the ‘dad bod’ go over the years.” I said peeling off the sweat-soaked t-shirt, socks, and underwear. Mike laughed, tossing his clothes on a bench and walking into the communal showers behind me.

“Naaa man… it’s cool. I was in way worse shape before I decided to do something.” The hot water felt nice. I could feel the muscles loosening and my body waking up in other ways.

Mike turned around, facing me. His hair pushed back. He was shorter than I am, but most people are. His body wasn’t overly muscular but much better toned. He was 55, but the past five years had been spent getting rid of the soft bits that seemed to come with middle age and having a couple of kids. His daughter had turned nineteen this year.

Mike was smooth from the neck down from regular full-body waxing. My eyes glanced down, his smooth cock was semi-hard as he washed himself off. He was a good five or so inches, and reasonably thick when hard. I cocked my head, listening…. Yes, we were still alone. Stepping over to his shower, I put a hand on his chest and pushed him back slightly against the wall, the side of my mouth curling up into a slight smile. Without a word I got down on my knees in front of him, my stomach fluttering in anticipation.

Wrapping my hand around him, licking the underside of the head of his cock. That super sensitive part. He exhaled hard. Slowly I teased the head for a few seconds before taking him in my mouth. I wished I could be like the porn girls and take his full length into my mouth, but sadly reality was as it is; and I had to settle for what my body would allow. I worked my mouth around his head, feeling him get harder, his shaft expanding, the head engorging. Fuck I love the feel of him getting harder in my mouth.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the slutty feeling of giving my buddy a blow job in the public showers. My balls tightened, my cock was rock hard, and I could feel myself oozing precum as Mike’s own delicious flow coated my tongue. Fuck me he tasted so good; I could drink his precum and love every drop.

I put a hand on Mike’s thigh to steady myself, slowly stroking him. He was fully hard, I could feel his pulse in his cock, or was that just my mind playing tricks on me? I didn’t care… A little faster, I worked his head up and down as much as I could, stroking his length in time. Looking up Mike’s head was back, and his eyes were closed. Instinctively his hips were trying to thrust forward a bit. His hands were flat against the wall. I could see the tension building in his jaw.

A little faster, I knew his orgasm was approaching. After another few strokes and his knees buckled slightly, he gasped, his stomach tightening. I ran my tongue along the underside of his head, speeding up the strokes. “Uhhh….” Was all he could get out as the first couple of spasms tore through his body, the orgasm starting from his toes and enveloping his entire body. A third and a fourth spasm as he filled my mouth to the point I struggled to contain his cum. After a few false starts, he was able to take a deep breath, his cock still between my lips. A couple more strokes as he rapidly went soft ensured I had the last delicious drops of my reward.

I stood up, my knees suddenly sore and throbbing, and hobbled back over to my shower stream. I still had a mouthful of cum that I was savoring the taste of. Finally, I looked over at him, locking his eyes with mine, and slowly swallowed. Smiling. A moment later “Fuck… my knees hurt.” We both busted out laughing.

Mike washed away any final traces of his orgasm while I washed my face under the water to make sure that I didn’t have any stray bits of cum left. Mike turned off his shower and came over to mine, reaching down and touching my fully hard cock. However, just then we heard the bell of someone coming into the front door of the gym.

“Fuck!” he said. I turned off the water with a shrug, walked out of the shower and grabbed my towel.

“Come on dude… coffee is on you.” I said with a laugh, pulling on my skin-tight jeans and buttoning them over my throbbing hard cock. It was going to be a good day I decided as I walked out into the summer early morning sun, a smile on my face.