Troy and Brandon - straight gym crush

There he was again, thought Troy. He saw him nearly every day and his eyes could not help but to follow him across the gym, trailing him from station to station.  He’d first seen him a few weeks ago, this tall good-looking man, lean, well build with amazing arms, chiselled jaw line, black hair, and brown eyes, to Troy’s mind he looked a bit like Superman.  The funny thing for Troy was that he was straight.  He’d never considered anything sexual with a guy, never even paid attention to a guy’s looks but this guy, there was something about this guy that held his attention. And even now, he didn’t notice other guys, just this one.  There was something there, something special.  He had no idea what that might be though. 

After that day, whenever he was at the gym, he would keep his eye out for his guy, that was how he began to think of him – his guy.  But he needed a name and Troy decided that he looked like a Travis, so that’s who he became in Troy’s mind.  Troy would hit the gym floor and look around, asking himself, where was Travis?  Troy was also very fit, maybe not as buff as Travis but still not a slouch in the gym.  Even though he’d keep his eye out for his gym crush, and he had to admit to himself that that is what this was a gym crush, he would still concentrate on his workout, and he worked hard.  Two or three days after his first sighting of Travis, Troy was doing bicep curls on the Smith machine when Travis walked by. He took his time walking past and Troy’s head swiveled to follow him.  Admiring the well-built physique and the tight ass, which showed well in the clingy shorts, from behind you could really see the definition on his triceps and his glutes. After a few steps, Travis looked back, and their eyes met. Travis smiled and nodded.  Troy, not sure what to do, ducked his head down and did an extra set of curls, the bar sliding up through the guides on the Smith machine.

The next day, again, they passed each other, and this time they both smiled, eyes locking brown on brown, both faces breaking into a smile. When they came even with each other, heads turned to stare directly into the other’s faces/eyes. They were the same height at about five-nine and their eyes were even with each other’s. The smile on Travis’ face became, slightly, devilish and lingered as they passed.  But they did pass each other without a word spoken, again.  Troy looked back to find Travis looking back at him, again that devilish smile lighting up Travis’ face. Troy stared after him, even after Travis turned back to continue on to his work out, eye-fucking his crush.

After about a week, of passing each other, smiling at each other, and always seeming to be in the same section of the gym, nothing more had happened than a bit of eye contact, more, much more eye fucking and a few nods. On this day Troy was working out, he hadn’t seen Travis yet, that day, so he was concentrating on his work.  He had just finished a session with the battle ropes and was catching his breath, before moving on, when he heard a deep voice ask, “Hey, big guy, you done with those ropes?” and looking up there was Travis. Taken aback by the sudden appearance of his crush, he simply said “Yeah” and stepped aside, moving on to his next station, kicking himself for not being able to say something more.

The weeks passed, the nods, the smiles continued but they’d never managed to speak again, and Troy decided he had to do something about that.  He sat there on his bench, ready to speak to his crush and watched as Travis came out of the locker room and started crossing the gym, headed his way.  Determined that today was going to be the day, they spoke, Troy built up his nerve, as Travis drew ever closer. Finally, as Travis neared, he placed his dumbbell on the ground and stood.  Locked eyes with Travis and smiled then said, every so eloquently, “Hey”.

Travis stopped and answered back, “Hi, you’re doing upper body today, I see. You’ve got some good development going.  I’ve watched you, and you really kill it each day you’re here. Seems like you’ve got a good plan going, man.”

Troy, blushed a little, pleased that his crush had been watching him too and that he admired what he saw, “Thanks man. I’ve been admiring your workouts as well. I’ve taken some inspiration from some of your routines.”

“Aw thanks man, I’m honoured.  Hey, my name’s Brandon” he said and held out his hand. And with that the fantasy of Travis died and the reality of Brandon began. Troy took his hand and replied with his own name. They chatted and Brandon asked if Troy minded if they worked out together.  He certainly did not mind in the slightest, he assured Brandon.  He almost called him Travis more than a few times.

Their workout went well, they helped each other, spotted where necessary, it was a good burn, and they were soon both sweating.  Tees, clinging to chest, shorts to butts, sweat glistening on exposed legs and arms.  As Troy spotted for Brandon, he leaned in and there was a strong smell of a musky man, with a well earned sweat on his body. It was like an intoxicant to Troy.  He couldn’t help himself, he inhaled deeply.  Brandon laying on a bench with Troy over his head caught him doing it and took a moment to look at Troy’s crotch, almost directly above his face.  Was it his imagination or was there some tenting there that hadn’t been there before?  He wasn’t sure. And he wasn’t sure he should ask.  He didn’t know if Troy was gay, bi or straight. He suspected at least bi but he just wasn’t sure yet.

They finished their workout, and both headed to the locker room to shower and change.  This gym did not have stall showers but an open room, with about a dozen shower heads spaced around the room.  Brandon was excited to see Troy naked, but he didn’t say anything.  As they entered the locker room Brandon thought that while he was hopeful for more, he also realized that their connection for the day might be done. Both men found their lockers and began to disrobe.  The lockers were coincidentally close to each other, and while it’s not polite to stare in a locker room, they both found themselves snatching glances at the other, each pulling off sweat laden shirts, kicking off shoes, peeling sweaty socks of their feet and finally dropping shorts and jocks to the floor.  As the shirt peeled off of Troy’s body, lifting over is muscular back, his tattoo came into view.  Brandon stared as the yellow and black clad fist came into view and then above that, claws.  As the shirt came off, he could clearly see the full tattoo, what appeared to be Wolverine’s clenched fist with his three adamantium claws extended. One straight up Troy’s spine, the other two flanking it.  He was curious as to what the tattoo meant and he wanted to ask but didn’t.

Troy had worn his favourite black jock that day, and he noticed that Brandon was also wearing a jock, a classic white mesh Bike jock.  The pouch filled out nicely. Turning slightly, exposing his ass, which is covered in a layer of sweat dampened black hair and was framed by the jock straps, Troy slowly bent and pulled the jock down to his ankles.  Standing, now naked, he looked over to find that Brandon was similarly now naked.  His cock sat a good four inches soft and was surrounded by a well trimmed and shaped pubic bush of black hair, matching the hair on his head, he couldn’t really tell but the balls looked smooth.  Troy looked down at his own full bush, and hairy balls, in comparison.  He, too, was showing about four inches of soft cock, his cock resting softly on his big balls.  Brandon’s balls looked smaller, but he didn’t want to stare too much to measure him up.

They headed to the showers together, each carrying, rather than wrapping their towels, cocks swinging freely. Neither had said a word since leaving the workout floor.  They entered the shower room, they were alone.  Each turned on a shower head, not too close to the other, and began to rinse the sweat off their bodies.  Troy couldn’t help but watch Brandon, as he ran his hands over that muscular body, tracing his biceps, with a soapy hand, caressing his chest, running down his abs to his pubic region. Unconsciously, Troy’s hand followed Brandon, tracking a second or two behind.  He began to feel a stirring and noticed that his cock was getting hard.  Four soft inches were becoming five, then six and suddenly he was erect at almost seven inches of cut meat.

Brandon watched right back and had the same reaction as he was watching Troy’s cock harden, standing up and out from his body. He slowly lowered his right hand to gently stroke his own hard cock, never taking his eyes off Troy’s cock bouncing alone, untouched.  Sure now, that Troy wanted what he did, Brandon stepped across the room and let his hand wrap around Troy’s thick cut cock, gliding his fingers across its length, letting them slide from root to tip and back down again. 

But Troy was spooked by the public display. This was all new to him and if there was going to be a first time it wasn’t going to be in the shower at the gym, so he stepped back, said, “No, man, not like this, sorry” and he left, grabbed, and wrapped his towel around his body, leaving Brandon alone in the showers.  He dressed quickly and headed out to his car. Brandon did not reappear before he left.

It was several days before he saw Brandon again, Troy was at the squat racks, when Brandon came up to him.  “Hey Troy,” he began, “about the other day…” and before he could continue, Troy interrupted him.

“I’m sorry, really, Brandon, I’m sorry about the other day too. This is all very new to me and, I just don’t think I can do a hookup or a quickie in a bathroom.  I think it must mean more than that for me, I mean it doesn’t have to a love match, but it can’t be just a random fuck.  I’m sorry if that’s not what you’re looking for. If I’m turning “gay” I don’t want just a random fuck, you know?

“I understand, Troy, we can take things slow, as slow as you need.  You’re a beautiful man, handsome, fit as fuck and I want you, I think from the other day, that you know that.  But I want you to be ready, I don’t want morning after straight guy remorse, and I don’t want a drunken fuck or random hookup either.  I want you to make this choice clear-headed, my sexy friend.”  And that devilish smile lit his face, again.  They continued to talk as they worked out that day, falling into a rhythm with each other over the next few weeks. Troy didn’t shower at the gym for a while though, worried about a repeat of that first time, not the touching but being hard in public. 

A few weeks passed in this way, the two men dancing with each other, through the gym, around and beside each other nearly the entire time.  Finally, on a Saturday morning, Troy asked if Brandon wanted to grab a coffee post-workout. Brandon suggested that they head back to his place, and they can sit out on the balcony and relax.  Hesitating for just a second, a second Troy hoped Brandon hadn’t noticed, he agreed.  Brandon gave him instructions to his place.  Troy thanked him but said he’d just follow Brandon’s car. 

They finished up and both showered, no play on this busy Saturday morning at the gym, as they weren’t alone in the shower, but they still managed to check each other out with side glances, frequently. 

Brandon lived close to the gym, only about a five-minute drive, he’d directed Troy to the visitor parking at the condo and he himself pulled into the underground parking.  He told Troy he’d meet him at the lobby door.  As he parked, he looked at himself in the mirror, popped a few breath mints into his mouth and made his way up to the lobby where he found Troy waiting outside the locked door.  He let him in, and they headed up to Brandon’s condo. He was on the fifth floor and faced the river, so it was a lovely view. 

Brandon put on a pot of coffee and told Troy to make himself comfortable.  Troy wandered around the living room, looking at the framed pictures, some clearly family but a few with a very attractive man, a little chubby in comparison to Brandon.  Curious he asked Brandon who it was, and Brandon said it was his ex.  They’d dated for a few years, but it ended. They were still friends, though.  Brandon asked him how he liked his coffee and Troy answered just black, please.  

Brandon came out of the kitchen with two cups and handed one to Troy and led him out onto the balcony.  It was a warm day and they both sat in the sun, taking in the view.  Troy, nervous, tried to make small talk as they drank their coffee but found himself stuttering over his words.  Brandon finally leaned in and just kissed him, a deep soul-piercing kiss.  Troy reacted by kissing Brandon back, his hand coming up to hold Brandon’s head, holding him place for an extended kiss. 

Troy had never really thought about kissing a man before, but it felt right, different than kissing a woman but just as right to him.  Their tongues pushed at each other’s mouths, and they were soon probing into each other with their tongues.  Brandon lifted him up, standing on the balcony, they embraced, and their kiss seemed to never end. Hands caressing backs, down to their ass, up to the back of their heads, moving, exploring, feeling the other.  Firm, muscular man met firm muscular man. Both men became excited, their hard cocks pressing into each other through jeans.

Finally, Brandon pulled off of Troy and said let’s move inside and he took Troy’s hand and led him into the bedroom and the queen-sized bed waiting there.  He kissed Troy again, a sweet gentle kiss and then his hands moved up and began to unbutton Troy’s plaid shirt, pealing it off his body and tossing it onto floor. Troy mimicked Brandon’s action, lifting Brandon’s tee over his head and soon they were both shirtless, Troy’s slightly furry chest against Brandon’s smoothly shaved torso.  Mouths not wanting to let the other go, they continued to kiss.  Brandon pushed Troy down onto the bed and lifted his feet to remove shoes and socks, leaving Troy in just his jeans, Brandon licked each foot, sucking on the big toe, then made his way back up Troy’s waist and slowly undid the top button on Troy’s jeans.  Then the zipper slid down exposing that thick bush. Troy was commando under his jeans. 

Brandon reached in and felt that hard cock he remembered from their shower and gently pulled it out of its jean prison.  Troy was hard, nearly seven solid, thick inches and Brandon let his hand slide up the soft skin, gliding along the smoothness covering that hard cock.  He flicked his tongue out and licked the head, tracing the ridge, probing the slit while his hand continued to slide up and down.

“Fuck” moaned Troy.  He’d had blowjobs before, of course, but this was a different game, his nerves gone now, he placed his hand on the back of Brandon’s head and looking down at him, he said simply, “Suck it.”

Brandon didn’t need to be asked twice, he pulled Troy’s jeans all the way off, stripped out of his own, wearing only his Calvin’s, already stained with precum, and white socks, he dove back down and engulfed Troy’s cock taking all seven inches to the root. He slid up its length, holding only the head in his mouth, then slowly back down to the base, letting his hand follow his mouth up and down.  Troy, for his part lay his head back on the bed and just lost himself in the pleasure.  He couldn’t believe Brandon was sucking his cock, that a man was sucking his cock but there was no way he was stopping this. 

He reached down and placed his hands on the back of Brandon’s head and started to fuck his mouth, holding Brandon in place as his hips thrust up and into the throat wrapped around his cock.  Big balls bouncing and slamming into Brandon’s chin he was that deep into this man’s throat. 

“Fuck” he moaned again. “Holy shit this feels so fucking good.” He cried out and stopped fucking for a moment and held Brandon’s head in place. “I need to slow down or I’m going to cum.”  Brandon took that as his cue and pushed Troy’s hands off his head and started to suck on his cock, milking it with hand and mouth. Troy groaned and threw his head back and his body took over and he emptied his balls deep into Brandon’s throat.

“Here it comes” he moaned as the first jet pulsed into Brandon.  Brandon just kept sucking, milking every last drop out of Troy. Taking his seed and swallowing every drop he could, still some leaked out of his mouth and slid down his chin.  When he was sure that Troy was drained, he pulled off Troy’s cock, holding the still hard member in his hands and looked up at Troy, that so familiar devilish grin on his face, smeared with just a bit of cum.  He asked Troy how that was for him. 

For his part, Troy just pulled Brandon up and they dropped into a kiss again.  Troy could taste his load on Brandon’s tongue and lips, but he didn’t think twice about kissing this incredibly hot man.  Naked body pressed against the underwear clad man laying on top of him, Troy rolled them over and flipped their positions, and worked his way down Brandon’s body.  Licking and kissing his way, mouth, neck, shoulder, pits, inhaling the smell of Brandon as he travelled down this body, he’d admired for so many weeks.  And not believing what he was about to do, but ready to do it, he reached Brandon’s Calvins wet with precum and slid them down to reveal that trimmed bush and hard six and half inches of cut cock, thinner than his own just as hard.  As the underwear came off, he confirmed that the balls were indeed shaved and he held them in his hand, feeling their weight, rolling them between his fingers.  Brandon moaned but cautioned, “Gentle with those”.

Troy repeated Brandon’s action, using first his tongue to flick a drop of precum off the tip of his cock then tracing the ridge with his tongue letting his hands slide up and down the shaft before he took the head into his mouth.  Wide open, afraid to bite it, he moved his mouth over the head and closed his lips around the cock head. That’s it, he said in his head, I’m a cocksucker now.  But he didn’t stop, instead he tried to mirror Brandon’s attack and tried to take all six and half inches into his mouth.  He made about 4 before he started to gag.  Coughing and gasping he pulled off and held the cock in hand.

“Take it easy,” Brandon offered, “You don’t need to take it all, just take what you’re comfortable with, your throat will tell you.”

“All right,” said Troy, catching his breath, he bobbed his mouth back onto Brandon’s cock, taking about half of it comfortably.  He wanted to take it all, but he just wasn’t ready for that yet.  So, instead, he milked Brandon’s cock with mouth and hand.   Brandon lay back and let himself be serviced, Troy’s mouth and the hand tracing it feeling so good, bringing him closer and closer to shooting. But he wanted more than a blowjob and decided to push Troy just a bit.

“Troy, would you fuck me?” he asked.  Troy lifted off of Brandon’s cock and stared up from his position between Brandon’s legs. “Really?” he asked.

Brandon said “Since that first day in the shower, I wanted you in my ass. Well since the first day I noticed you in the gym really. Is that something you’re ready for?”

“I think I might be, yes” answered Troy, “How do we do it?”

In answer, Brandon pulled Troy up onto the bed and got into a sixty-nine position with Troy on the bottom.  He put his cock in Troy’s mouth again and went down on Troy’s cock, then lifting off he said to Troy, “Do what I do to get me ready to take you” and with that he lifted Troy’s legs and his tongue reached for and found Troy’s pucker, probing and licking against it.  He didn’t try to penetrate it, but as soon as his tongue hit the rosebud Troy gasped and said, “Don’t fucking stop doing that. Holy shit, does that feel good.”

Brandon told him to do the same, to lick his ass but to also begin to work in a finger then two.  Soon they were both eating ass, tongue fucking each other, Troy added a finger, then a second and then a third, with that one, Brandon moaned out.  Troy’s cock was rock hard, as was Brandon’s.  Precum was leaking heavily and coating the light fur on Troy’s chest.  Finally, Brandon climbed off of Troy and turning around, he lowered himself onto the Troy’s hard cock, his ass wet with Troy’s spit and opened by his fingers, Troy’s cock slid into to Brandon easily.  Brandon’s body closed around Troy, holding him tight and Troy instinctively bucked up, trying to get more of his cock into Brandon’s ass. 

Brandon rested his hands on Troy’s shoulders and sat fully onto the cock in his ass, cheeks nestling into Troy’s balls.  The fur tickling him a little.  He rested there for a moment then lifted up an inch or so and slid back down. Up a little higher, back down.  He kept that up until he was fucking the full length of Troy’s cock on each thrust. Riding this Tennessee cowboy for all he was worth.

Troy was as deep into this man as he’d ever been in anyone and he couldn’t get enough, Brandon’s ass was so tight around his cock, he knew he’d blast quickly but he wanted to ride not be ridden, so the pulled Brandon down and rolled them over, so that he was now on top and between Brandon’s legs. His cock never left its new home. Now on top he picked up the tempo and began to pound deeply into Brandon’s tight hole. 

“Fuck me, Troy, fuck me hard.” And after a moment, “Harder, fuck me,” Brandon cried out.  Troy did his best to accommodate. Pounding down and into this beautiful man. He kissed him again.  Deeply, leaning down and into it, his body humping, sweat dripping from them both, pheromone scents filling the room as two bulls mated and became one.

Troy was fucking hard, and Brandon’s cock was pulsing in time to each stroke, bouncing between them, finally Brandon’s body couldn’t take any more and pulse after pulse of cum spilled forth. Some landing on Troy, most covering Brandon’s shaved chest.  Troy scooped some up on his fingers and fed the goo to Brandon, then leaned down to kiss him and tasted Brandon and that was all he needed.

As soon as their lips touched, as soon as he tasted another man’s cum for the first time, Troy exploded deep in Brandon’s ass. His cock a rocket blasting his load deep into Brandon but not deep enough that it didn’t spill out, coating Troy’s furry balls with his load.  He collapsed down onto Brandon and held him in his arms.

Brandon wrapped his arms around Troy to hold him close.  Troy’s cock still buried in Brandon began to soften and as the two men dozed, it slowly slipped out.