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 Since this is my first story, I'll start by introducing myself.  My name is
Brent.  I'm 22 years old and I live in Edmonton, Alberta Canada.  I'm not
much of an author, but the reason I am posting here is that I'm going
through a very exciting time in my life, and am starting to experience new
things sexually.  However, my need to stay discreet means not many people
get to hear about these experiences.  It's very exciting to share them with
people, and this seems like a good way to do it annonomously.  Ever since I
can remember, I've been curious about my sexuality.  I was never in doubt
about my attraction to women, both sexually and relationship-wise.  But
there was always something stirring inside of me when I'd think of, or see
another man naked.  It wasn't until later in my teenage years that I
acknowledged it, and it wasn't even a year ago that I finally acted on it.

   So this story starts 6 months ago.  I work at a privately owned gym here
in the city.  It's fairly large, used by a wide variety of people ranging
from body builders to senior citizens.  I'm not a trainer or anything, I
just do general duties, mainly working the front counter, and closing tasks
like cleanup.  It's not the best paying job in the world, but I like
working with so many different people, and it's definately a goldmine for
good looking women!  That was my main focus, until Brad came in one day and
bought himself a one year membership.  I didn't think much of him at first.
He was definately good looking, very friendly and talkative, about 6'1,
already fairly well built (probably 200lbs or so), and 36 years old. 
Basically he fit the description of half the men there.  So anyways, I went
through all the formalities with him, showed him around the place, then
took him to the change room to let him get started before returning to the
front desk.  I watched him come out of the change room and start his
workout, just to make sure he knew where he was going and what he was
doing.

   An hour later, it was around 9pm which usually means no one else will be
coming in, so I usually start cleaning up to close at 10.  I went to
re-arrange some loose dumbells where Brad was working out.  He was laying
down on a bench doing a set of dumbell presses which didn't really catch my
attention, but something else sure did.  He was wearing very light, loose
fitting sweat pants.  and in his laid back position with his legs
straddling the bench, they very conveniently settled around his huge buldge
going down his leg.  I was caught totally off guard!  I must have stared at
it for a solid 5 seconds, which I think he noticed.....Embarrased, I
quickly finished what I was doing and got out of there.  I stayed the hell
away from him for the last hour, but right at close when he was leaving, he
walked by me on his way out as I was cashing out the till.  He gave me kind
of a half laughing smile as he said bye, and I could feel my face go red.
Embarassing as it was, I could not get the image of that buldge in his
pants out of my head for the rest of the night.

   The next day, and every day I worked for the next couple weeks were
pretty much the same.  He'd come in around 8pm, make awkward small talk for
a couple minutes, then go work out until close while I tried to catch
climpses of him as he worked out.  The entire time he was there I was on
edge, totally jittery.  My head would spin every time I caught a climpse of
his buldging crotch.  It was exciting as hell for those first few weeks.  I
spent a lot of time fantasizing about him, and what he'd look like with
those pants around his ankles......The more I thought about it, the more I
wanted to see it.  And the strange thing is it took me that long to realize
the guy showered every night after working out.  I couldn't believe I had
been so dumb, struggling to catch glimpses of a bulge in his pants when
he's been standing naked for 5 minutes a night in a wide open shower room.
So that night I changed my routine.  Usually I clean up the change rooms
after the gym closes, but this time I went down about 5 minutes before,
knowing that Brad works out right until 10.  He came downstairs just on
time, and seemed a little surprised to see me down there cleaning up, but I
prentended to pay no attention.  He undressed, then walked into the
showers. Not wanting to make an ass of myself again, I just grabbed all
cleaning stuff and proceeded to leave the changeroom, glancing quickly into
the showers.  I was not ready for what I saw.  I saw his cock just long
enough to know that it was absolutely amazing.  Long and thick, it looked
irresistable hanging off his well built, chisseled body.

   So for the next couple weeks, this became my routine.  Catching what
climpses of him in the shower that I could, then spending the rest of the
night fantasizing being on my knees, face level with his beautiful dick. 
As far as I know, this went on unnoticed by him.....until one night.  I had
spent all day fantasizing about him, and was already on the brink of losing
my mind when he walked into the shower.  As I took my usual glimpse, it
turned into a brief stare.  And like the first day I saw him, he noticed.
By the time I noticed him staring back at me, it was too late to play it
off.  We just kind of looked at each other for a few long seconds, in a
state of confusion, then I redirected my eyes back down do his dick.  It
was getting hard........  When it finally hit me what was going on, I
panicked.  I raced out of there and immediately made myself busy in an area
where I would not have to see him on his way out.  I couldn't believe I'd
been so dumb, but at the same time, couldn't stop thinking about his cock
growing harder...

   Luckily between that night and my next shift, I had to days off to kind
of cool down.  Still, when I returned, I was dredding him coming in at 8,
and had no idea what I was even going to do.  He walked in as usual, but
avoided the small talk.  Just gave me a simple, friendly "Hi" with a grin.
I wasn't sure what he thought of me, so I didn't get too bold in trying to
check him out.  And I definately decided against my change room routine. 
He went down at his usual time, but gave me a strange, almost suggestive
smile as he did, leaving me slightly confused.  I planned on waiting until
he left before I went down, but by 10:20, he still hadn't come out.  So
finally, I decided to just go down and start cleaning up.  When I walked in
to the change room, I was met by the strange site of Brad, still dressed in
his work out clothes, leaning casually against the wall.  I looked at him
with slight confusion.

   "Didn't want to start without you." He said in a low, suggestive voice,
before starting to undress.

   When his pants came off, my attention quickly went to his rock hard cock
as it sprang out.  I was in awe.  It looked so perfect erect.  Probably 9",
thick, and cut.  He left me there standing as he walked into the shower. 
Again, taken totally off guard, I tried to gather my thoughts and figure
out what to do, but any amount of rational thought was overwhelmed by him,
and his amazing dick.  I ran up the stairs as quickly as I could, straight
to the entrance....and locked the door.

   As I undressed in the change room, I gazed at his naked body.  It looked
so perfect with water cascading over it.  I can't even put a word to how I
felt walking into that shower.  I was light headed, spinning, trembling,
completely overwhelmed by desire.  I stood in front of him, then slowly
lowered to my knees, until I was in the position I had fantasized about so
many times.  At eye level with his rock hard cock.  I just stared at it for
a minute, almost teasing myself (and him I'm sure).  As I reached out and
wrapped my hand around it, I felt shivers up and down my spine.  It felt so
hot and hard.  It was smooth as silk as I pumped it slowly, still staring
in amazement.  I looked up at him, his head was tilted back, eyes closed,
mouth open, breathing deeply.  He was obviously enjoying this almost as
much as me.  I continued slowly moving my hand up and down the length of
his hard shaft.  As I squeezed it gently, a spurt of precum appeared. 
Almost instinctively, I stuck out my tongue to lick it off.  The taste of
it sent me into complete extacy, I couldn't tease myself anymore.  I moved
in, and wrapped my lips around the hot head of his hard dick.  He let out a
dull moan as I started gently sucking on him.  The first few were met with
the amazing taste of his precum on my tongue.  This just drove me farther
over the edge, as this was the only place in the world I wanted to be at
that moment.  I continued pumping him as I sucked eagerly, taking as much
of his cock into my mouth as I could, which was only a few inches.  I
glanced up at him again, as he looked down at me.  He looked like he was
struggling to stay conscious as I sucked away on him, looking him straight
in the eyes.

   "You've done this before!" He struggled to whisper.  I simply shook my
head no, and continued sucking as he leaned against the shower wall for
support.

   It only took about 3 minutes tops before I realized he was starting to
tense up.  Strange, but I immediately got a huge feeling of satisfaction,
knowing that it was my first time and he was about to prove the
overwhelming pleasure of it for him.  This only excited me more, as I
wrapped my lips around his head, continuing to suck while jacking him hard
and fast.  Again, I was caught off guard.  He groaned as the first of many
jets of hot cum shot into my mouth.  I sucked harder as I got the first
taste of him.  It was the absolute height of the whole experience for me. I
sucked and squeezed shot after shot out of him, until finally he slowed. 
Looking down at me while I suck the last bit out of his still hard cock, he
gave a grin of satisfaction as I swallowed his load in one quick gulp.  He
told me after that he'd planned the whole thing after our little "staring"
incident in the shower 3 days before.  And he'd made sure not to cum since.
This explained the huge load, which I was definately grateful for.

   The rest of that night is pretty much the same as any other.  We got
dressed, he left, I went home.  The only difference was I had amazing sex
with my girlfriend that night.  (I know I didn't mention her but oh well).
So my routine has evolved one again.  Brad comes in, I catch climpses of
him working out, I close the gym at 10, then I suck his cock.  The only
variable is where.  Sometimes in the shower, sometimes he comes behind the
front desk, and a couple times I'll "Interrupt" him while he's laying on
his back bench pressing.  My girlfriend is unaware, but content otherwise
as I'm in the mood every night after work.  My curiosity doesn't stop here
though......Brad won't shut up about how bad he wants to fuck me.  And I'm
not really sure what's stopped me so far.  The thought of riding that huge
dick keeps me awake some nights.  But check back, because if it happens,
you'll know about it!  ;-)