The Gym Kid Was Left Alone with Me

I’d been watching him for weeks. He was one of those final-year high school boys, the kind who only think about putting on size and getting their hair cut to the latest style. They still had boys’ faces, but their bodies were already men’s, and that was exactly what sent my head spinning every time I saw him walk in.

He almost always came with a buddy cut from the same mold. They took turns on the machines, watched each other’s sets, handed the bar to each other in case they loaded it too heavy. They had that silly, physical closeness of two teenage friends, but my filthy imagination turned every brush into something else: I thought about how their shoulders grazed, how they smelled each other’s sweat without even noticing.

One afternoon, near closing time, the gym emptied out completely. I was under the shower when I heard them come into the locker room. They were talking without lowering their voices, convinced no one else was around. That was when I found out the protagonist of this story was called Adrián.

—Mate, either you get your act together with girls or you’ll get to uni without having tried anything —the friend said.

—Give it a rest, I’m flat out with the entrance exams right now —Adrián replied.

—You don’t know what you’re missing. The other day Carla, Jesus, the way I was eating her out.

—Carla? The first-year girl, the hot one? But aren’t you seeing Marta?

—Of course, but Marta went away for the weekend and I was hornier than hell, so I texted the other one.

—And you text them to meet up and that’s it, straight away you do it?

—Some girls are dying for it, mate. You tell them to suck you off and they suck you off.

—Fuck, that easy? You’re some machine —Adrián laughed.

—See? I’ve got a date with Marta now to go to the cinema, but she’s less into it. Let’s see if she gives me at least a handjob. Hey, and you should make the most of the fact that no one’s around and shower without a care, because you’ve got hard just from hearing me.

—Shut up, idiot. Yeah, I’m horny, but I can handle it. Enjoy yourself while you can.

The friend left shortly after. And Adrián wasn’t the only one the conversation had put through the roof. Just imagining that kid with a hard cock listening to the other one’s exploits, desperate to stick it somewhere warm, had given me an impossible-to-hide bulge under the towel.

It was hard to get out of the shower without it showing, but the urge won out. I wanted to cross paths with him in the locker room, see if he was still hard, I even fantasized about finding him already naked. I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed out toward the lockers.

—Hey —I said, as if nothing was going on.

—Holy shit, you scared me —he blurted—. I thought there was no one left.

I didn’t get lucky enough to catch him naked, but what I saw was almost better. Adrián had taken his T-shirt off. He had muscular arms, carved by hours of weights, a broad chest with a bit of hair, and marked abs with a dark line of hair running down from his navel to the waistband of his pants. He was wearing sport shorts that couldn’t hide the bulge his friend had been joking about. The outline of his cock showed clearly, tilted to the left, long, stretching the fabric almost to his hip.

—I figured you didn’t know I was here —I said, holding his gaze—. From the way you were talking with your friend.

—Fuck, that’s embarrassing. Sorry, man.

And as he said it, he pulled his shorts down. He was left in a pair of worn boxers, the waistband damp with sweat right under his navel. He was drenched from the workout, and the smell of his body hit me at once, dense and young.

The filthy thrill of the situation clouded my judgment, and I blurted out something I could have regretted very deeply.

—I can give you a hand with that, if you want.

Adrián looked at me, confused.

—With what?

—With that you’ve got there —I said, nodding at his bulge—. And with nobody ever having sucked you off, too.

He froze. He stared at me without knowing what to say, but he didn’t kick me out. And that lack of rejection gave me wings. If he hadn’t said no, it was because curiosity was getting the better of him.

—You’ll see you like it —I went on, lowering my voice—. You just close your eyes and leave the rest to me. Imagine it’s Carla down there on her knees.

The idea of taking that virgin cock into my mouth while he thought about a classmate had me ready to burst. I moved in decisively and rested my hand over the bulge. It was hot, rock hard, throbbing under the cotton.

—Close your eyes and enjoy it, handsome.

He gave me one last look, a mix of fear and desire, and closed them. I studied his body calmly: in front of me was a whole young man, strong, sweaty after training, with a cock ready to explode waiting for the first blow job of his life. The scene had me completely out of control.

I lowered myself little by little, sniffing his skin, feeling the sweat running down his neck, his armpits, his chest, his navel. He smelled strong, of a young man fresh from training, and that turned me on even more. I knelt before him and buried my nose right above the bulge.

Adrián let out a muffled moan. I was amazed at how little he had hesitated. I didn’t know whether he was into men or not, but he was enjoying it: I could feel his cock pulsing under the fabric. It was time to take off the little that was left.

When I pulled down his boxers, his cock sprang out and almost hit me in the face. The smell of sex and sweat flooded the locker room. The kid had a good tool: thick, long, with the big glans peeking out from the skin. Beneath it, two full, dangling balls, surrounded by dark hair, loaded with accumulated cum that was begging to come out.

Before taking it into my mouth, I wanted to play a little. I grabbed it with one hand and ran it over my face, over my cheeks, over my lips. I wanted his smell to stick to my skin. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and rested the tip of his cock on it as I began to stroke him slowly.

—So... are you sure you want me to suck you off? —I asked.

I was testing him, fully aware that, horny as he was, there was no chance he’d back out. But the question forced him to open his eyes and look at me with a surprised expression. What he saw was not exactly a classmate with big tits: it was an adult man, big, hairy, almost twice his age, kneeling and naked on the locker-room floor, looking at him with pure lust on his face.

Adrián didn’t dare speak, but he nodded yes. And that was all the signal I needed to swallow his cock whole. I pushed down to the base, pressed my nose against the tuft of pubic hair and held it there. My throat was full, my tongue out licking the base of his balls, and my nose flooded with his smell. I was in heaven.

When I showed him how greedy I could be, I started a slow rhythm that drew a few rough breaths from him. This wasn’t going to be only his first blow job: it was going to be the best one he’d had in a long time. Plenty of girls would probably taste that cock someday, but few would enjoy it as much as I was enjoying it then.

Little by little, Adrián began to gain confidence. First he rested a hand on my head, almost shyly, but soon he started setting the pace himself, until he grabbed my hair and shoved himself into my mouth to the hilt. The boy was getting dominant, and that turned me on like few things ever had. I decided to help him climb one step higher.

—Come here —I told him, letting go for a second—. You’re going to learn how to fuck a mouth properly.

I lay back on one of the locker-room benches, my head hanging over the edge, exactly at the height of his cock. Adrián understood my intentions at once.

—Now that’s it. Choke me with it.

With an expression of disbelief, but dragged along by the filthy excitement, he started bringing his cock toward me. From my position, I saw the scene upside down, mouth open, waiting for him to spear me already.

When he started to go in, I was hit by the fear that he might be too big and really choke me. But the moment his balls brushed my nose, fear turned into pure arousal. The intense smell of teenage sweat connected my sense of smell straight to his cock, like a jolt that opened me up all at once. I was almost about to cum right there.

Adrián lost control. He started fucking my mouth hard, without restraint. All I could see were his balls slapping my nose, I heard him moaning louder and louder, and I felt his cock sliding through my throat again and again. Every now and then he pulled out completely and I took the chance to breathe, though even then I didn’t stop moaning from pleasure. I inhaled deeply to recover, but his cock stayed pressed to my face and my body filled with his smell with every breath.

No matter how dominant he had tried to act, he was still a virgin kid fucking a mouth for the first time. So he didn’t last long. Everything sped up almost immediately.

—Mate, I’m about to cum —he gasped.

I reacted fast. I sat up from the bench and knelt in front of him again. I wanted him to finish on my face. The two of us started stroking him at once: me with my mouth open, desperate for him to fill it, and him with his expression wrecked by what he was feeling.

—Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming —he kept repeating.

Hot jets started shooting from the tip, so strong they soaked my nose, my mouth, my chest. Some ran down until they reached my own cock. At that instant, feeling his warm load lubricating my hand, I came too, onto the locker-room tiles. I moaned like an animal, with his semen in my mouth, with his cock already soft resting on my tongue, while that sweaty kid stared at me in astonishment. What a first blow job I’d given him.

Adrián took a few seconds to move. He was breathing hard, looking at his cock still wet and then at me, as if trying to understand what had just happened. He didn’t say much. He gathered his clothes from the bench, got dressed in silence, and before leaving, gave me one last look over his shoulder.

—Tomorrow... will you come at the same time? —he asked at last, not daring to hold my gaze.

I smiled from the floor. I didn’t need to answer.

—I’ll be here —I told him.

And I knew, as the locker-room door closed behind him, that this wouldn’t be the last afternoon we’d be left alone together.