Meeting MJ at the gym

I first saw him at the gym, and I continued to see him day after day, week after week.  He’s a very handsome man, tall, blonde, unbelievably handsome – did I say that?  He kind of catches your eye, no matter where he is. He has tattoos, a full sleeve on his right arm, and large tattoo, a wolve head, on the left shoulder, a photo-realist style tattoo. Truly beautiful work. He is very fit, muscular with a firm but not bulked body.  At 6’3” he looms over me.  His hair is blond and worn close cropped which gives him a kind of military man look. He throws a very Captain America stereotype vibe – clean, wholesome and strong as an ox. There is just something about him, though, that says baseball player, to me. I think because he reminds me of a specific player, but I just can’t put my finger on which player that is, as odd as that sounds. But very definitely I could see him in tight pinstriped baseball pants.

At any gym there are three types of guys (per my extensive observations): first, the strutters (that’s me) drop your clothes, grab a towel and head to the showers, everything hanging for the lookie Lou’s. No cares, not shits given. Second, the towel dancers – master contortionists who do whatever it takes not to show dick (or ass) in the locker room. And the third category: change at home guys, they do just that, don’t use the locker room at all, arrive and leave in their gym clothes.  My gym crush appeared to be that third type.  He’s someone that I’ve never seen in the locker room, and yes, I’ve looked for him, especially since our workouts were so closely inline.  It just didn’t make sense that I would never have seen him in there. Again, I’ve looked and not just randomly, either. We’re there at the same times throughout the week.   Our workouts always seemed to be in the same section of the gym as if we were on the same schedule, at least, with regards to which body part we worked out and on which days.  If I was doing arms, he was there doing arms. On leg day, he’s doing lunges beside me. Even on cardio days, he’s often near me.

He’s so handsome that I couldn’t really take my eyes off of him, whenever I would see him.  I kind of developed a little lust-crush on him.  Well maybe not so little. We barely spoke to each other, at first. There were the usual gym exchanges – Hey mind if I cut-in or are you done with that but otherwise we just worked out side by side, and so we continued.  That is until that left shoulder tattoo. He first showed up with it on a Monday, it was still covered in wrapping and looked nothing so much as a black blob on his shoulder. I shook my head in pity at the marring of such beauty.  Two days later he the wrapping was gone, and this beautiful tattoo showed up.  I had only just gotten my first tattoo at that point, and I wanted more, with ultimate goal being something similar to what he had just gotten but a bear.  That was our intro.  I asked him about it.  We got to talking about artists we like and the gym.  We were cordial after that.

However, since I never saw him in the locker room, I assumed that he must live close and, as a result, changed at home and not in the locker room as I’d never seen him there – again a clear example of gym guy type number 3.  A few weeks after the new tattoo, however, I happened to run into him post workout, in the locker room. And like our workouts, it turns out our lockers were in the same area.  My preferred section is a small interior corner with about 10 lockers, 2 benches, it’s a bit more private than the open space and quieter as a result, which I kind of liked. And on that day, it was just him and I.

I had already stripped down and was packing my locker up to head into the showers when he walked up, opened his locker and pulled off his shirt to reveal the lightly furred chest and a piercing in each nipple.  My eye locked on to that thick full chest and did not waiver in the least. I was under the spell of that chest. A fact, I’m sure, he did not fail to notice, especially since naked me did not move but simply stared.

He turned so that his back was to me, and he bent at the waist and slowly slid his shorts down off his ass. Very slowly. It was, clearly, a deliberate strip and it revealed a wonderful treasure. The straps of his black jock framed a perfect, tight, round ass that was lightly covered in blonde fur. It took everything in me not to reach out and caress it.  And while the ass was a perfect treasure, his gift to me, it was, also, a tease not to see his front.  He stood back up, still with his back to me and slipped off the jock, bending again and holding his body folded, his ass on display, legs spread slight which spread the cheeks slightly, two perfect round orbs, dressed in blond fur.  He paused there, as if deciding on something.  I hadn’t moved an inch since he started to undress, well part of me moved, if I had bothered covering myself with a towel it would already be tenting.

His stood back up and his head turned, as if to confirm that my eyes were still on him and I noticed them scan down my body. He made his decision and then he shifted and turned fully toward me.  Now it was my turn as my eyes traced down his body, past his perfect chest, past the pierced nipples, past his flat (but not six-pack flat) stomach and on down to follow his happy trail down to, well, nothing.  Well not nothing but a black, plastic cap that covered the space that should have been occupied by a dick.

I stared at him, well at it, I could see a set of balls, and the tiny black cap, but no visible cock. Nothing. Not even a hint of shaft.  Balls and cap were all that was there.  This beautiful male body, surmounted by a set of tight balls held in place by a ring and the cap.  Masculine in every aspect, this beautiful specimen whole and wholly beautiful.  I couldn’t help myself, I simply reach out and caressed his balls, looping my fingers around them and letting my thumb move to the top, where his cock should be. Rubbing it, I can feel the nub below the cage, small but there.  Tugging lightly on his balls, I look up into his eyes and I see they’ve rolled back.  I lean in and kiss him. 

“Hi” I say. 

“Ugh” is his only response.

“I hope you don’t mind, I couldn’t resist.” I offer.

His back arches and he just look at me.  His hand reaches out to grasp my cock.

“No,” he says, “I don’t mind, I’m here for your pleasure.”  Which turns me on so much.

“I want you to please me, but not here”, I say, and reluctantly let go of his beautiful full balls, giving them a light tap before I let them go.  “Come to my place and let me explore your body.”  It’s not a question.

He agrees, with a nod and a “Yes, sir”. We’re both soon dressed, no showers, and out the door after exchanging names and giving him my address.  MJ arrives at my home about 10 minutes after I do.  You never know, once that initial moment has passed, if they’ll show or not but he’s right there. I had asked him, as we were leaving the gym, if he could remove his cage, before he arrives, so he can put it on for me when he gets to my place. I know that is probably intrusive, rude, bad etiquette something, but I really wanted to watch him cage himself for me, for my pleasure.  He agreed though. I open the door and as he steps into the foyer. His first act is to hand me a bag, which I open, to find his cage inside. Mine to use or not he says. Before he can enter further, I tell him to take his clothes off, fold each piece and hand it to me until he’s completely nude.  As he removes the last piece of clothing, that lovely black jock, I see that his cock is exposed. I ask him how he feels without the cage.  He says “incomplete”. And it’s funny without the cage covering him he looks more naked, vulnerable. Lacking. Not physically but a part of him is missing. 

He stands in my foyer, completely nude, fully exposed.  I walk around his body, admiring, touching, I pause briefly and bite on a nipple tugging on the bar piercings.  I can tell by the way his body reacts that his nipples are extremely sensitive. Continuing around, caressing his body as I go, tracing his bicep, slapping his ass, caressing his abs and rubbing my hands along his shoulders. I trace the outlines of his new tattoo.   Then I cup his balls in my hand, I notice that now, free of their restraint, they sit differently in my hands, I enjoy the weight of them, but I liked them better in the ring of the cage. Rubbing the nub of his small uncut cock, I press it down into his balls, pushing it back into his body, his balls still cupped into my other hand. His cock is covered completely with my thumb, so that it resembles the ring, except that my fingers constrain him.  I step further into my house, leading him by the balls, which are still in my hand, we move down the hall to the guest bedroom.  Here I finally let him go.  I tell him to help me undress, he works to remove my cloths and he’s soon got me naked.  We both still smell of sweat from the gym.

Pushing him to his knees, I present my cock to his mouth, he has to bend over to reach it, even kneeling, and slide my cock into his throat.  My cock is average at just over 6 inches and slides easily to the root into his mouth and throat. I remain standing over him and holding his head, using his mouth and face for my pleasure.  I fuck his throat hard and spittle begins to spill out the sides of his mouth. He moans in pleasure at being used.  And knowing that he’s the type of guy that takes pleasure in providing pleasure turns me on even more. 

Before I get too excited, I pull his mouth off my cock, which glistens with his saliva.  His chin is covered in spittle. He reaches up to stroke me but I stop him. 

“Put your cage back on” I tell him and hand him the bag he’d gifted me. “I want to see the process.  I want to watch you lock yourself away, to hide that nub from the world. Leave me with your ass and mouth to play with.” I tell him.

I’ve never seen anyone cage themselves live, I’ve watched a few vids, and I’m fascinated.  He stands up and begins the process. I kneel down and get up close and personal as he locks himself away. I don’t touch or interfere, this is his process, I’m just the observer here.  I hear a sigh as it snaps closed, and the lock is set, he’s securely locked.

“Better?” I ask, and he nods, he feels so much more comfortable with the cage on he says, his nub put away and unused.   Once again, as I did at the gym, I cup his tight balls, and rub the caged nub.  They feel weightier with the cage and ring on then when they hung loose.  I lightly tap his balls, not to inflict pain but to see them retract that much further. With each tap, he moans which encourages me to tap several more times.

Now I stand back up, push him back to his knees and again feed him my cock. I sink into his throat, holding his head in place, bracing him as I’m fucking his mouth, taking my time to enjoy his throat. Finally, lifting him off my cock and standing him up, I push him onto the bed and begin to explore his body, nibbling, touching, licking and sucking his tight ball sack.  Then mounting him to sit on his face, facing down to his restrained equipment, I lower my ass onto his face and let him rim me, at the same time leaning forward to lift his legs and begin the attack on his beautiful ass.

First my tongue licks and wets him, soaking his clean-shaven hole, fucking into him as far as my tongue can penetrate, then when he’s nice and wet, I add a finger then a second, then a third. Tongue and fingers stretch his ass open for me.

I flip around and position myself between his legs.  Lifting them, so they rest on my shoulders, and I press my very hard cock against his wet ass and press into him.  I feel his body resist, just a bit before my cock head pierces his ass.  Once the head is in, the shaft slides in, like it’s going home.  And I drop my body fully into his, sinking my cock as deep as I can push it into him.  I can feel his tight restrained ball sack pressing between us, as I lean down to kiss him.  Then slowly start to fuck him.  Full strokes, withdrawing until I’m just holding my cock in his ass, then back in again.  Deep and slow, in a steady rhythm.  Kissing him, fucking him, pinching and nibbling nipples.  Taking pleasure in using his body. Tugging on his tight ball sack listening to him moan at the stimulation and tightness tugging on his balls causes him. He is a human sized, animated sex toy for providing pleasure.  My pleasure.

I fuck him, hard, picking up speed and pounding into his ass.  He moans and asks me to fuck him harder.  My thighs slap into his.  Our bodies clash together, with slap after slap of hard flesh colliding.  And I know I can’t hold off.  He moans, so loudly, I think he’s cumming, his cock is still caged but leaking freely and his body quivers as it milks me, clasping and clenching, through what can only be an orgasm, around my hard cock, trying to hold me in and push me out at the same time. His body shakes with his nearly dry orgasm, and I can’t hold back any longer, unloading deep in his ass. My cock pulses deep in him as my balls empty into him.  When I’m done, I collapse down onto him, resting my weight on his strong body, kissing him and holding him as I soften and slip out of his ass.

He rolls me onto my back and proceeds to take my softening cock into his mouth, cleaning me and licking the last of my load, teasing my still sensitive head. Then it’s his weight on me I feel and we’re kissing again, and I taste myself on his lips and tongue.  He moves again, and we spoon, he’s taller than I am, but he still takes the small spoon position, and we sleep, only to wake and do it all again, some time later.