Sports and the Trainer's Equipment

I was sucking him wildly, pushing him away with my tongue and then taking him back, nibbling him gently, and from the movements of his pelvis, I realized he was on the verge of orgasm. I moistened my finger and roughly shoved it up his ass. I felt his muscles clenching, and that turned me on even more. "I want to fuck you, Vučko, feel your ass, explode inside you!" he cried out.

Opening the main doors of the gym, I was pleasantly surprised to see a half-empty room. Moreover, a few members present were packing up equipment and heading towards the exit, making the end of my workday pleasant; nothing is better than free equipment and relaxed workouts.

"It's Friday evening, nothing unusual about the lack of people," I thought, "for most, this is a night of fun and pleasures."

At that thought, I waved my hand and approached the trainer's desk. Petar's broad smile always pleased me; he had unusually beautiful lips, slightly fuller and velvety in a muted color.
"Where have you been, Vučko, master? I haven't seen you for days!", he exclaimed as I handed him my membership card.

"Ah, you know, work has finally blossomed, I got a bit more engaged, and it paid off. Don't tell me you missed me, with all those half-naked girls bouncing around you!", I replied, eagerly awaiting his answer.

"Well, you would be surprised," he said, giving me a rather serious look.
I smiled at him and started to stretch. In the two years I've been coming to this gym, I've become quite friendly with Petar, but I've never hung out with him outside of the sports fields. Also, I've never heard him talk about girls or comment on them like most guys who come to work out. This suited me perfectly because I often fantasized about him, but I never dared to admit anything.
As I warmed up in front of the mirror, I noticed Petar's gaze on me in the reflection. I was extremely careful about my appearance, so my firm ass was an enticing bait for potential fuckers; the tight black sleeveless shirt clung to my developed abdominal and muscular chest, and my tanned, well-shaped arms were always my strongest assets.


I sat on the bench and caught a glimpse of Petar's butt and back. He was also beautifully developed, with broad shoulders and a tight, muscular ass. His thigh muscles were perfect, and I hoped the muscle between them was similar. He actively swam, and his chest was always impeccably smooth, making one of my favorite fantasies a fuck with him by the pool. I imagined Petar emerging from the water naked, droplets sparkling on his chiseled body, and his huge cock swinging as he walked, slapping against his thighs.

I was jolted from my daydreaming by the voices of the last two guys who remained in the gym and were just getting ready to leave. I lifted weights with ease and listened as the empty room became solely ours. I felt a slight tingle of excitement in my stomach, but I continued to work out. After about ten minutes, my shirt was completely soaked with sweat, but I felt wonderful. I decided to work on my chest muscles a bit and sat down at a nearby machine, but soon noticed that something was wrong with the machine as the weights wouldn't lift at all.

"Trainer, we have a small problem. Someone broke the machine!", I shouted to Petar, who immediately ran over to me with a smile from ear to ear.
"Let's see what the issue is!", he said as he stood between my spread legs and fiddled with the top of the machine. He got even closer, and his knee brushed against my cock. At that moment, I experienced the strongest erection I had ever reached, and the visible bulge adorned my gray tracksuit in the crotch area. Petar's cock was right at the level of my mouth, and I felt an irresistible urge to reach into his pants, pull out his hot member, and start licking and swallowing it. Then he moved away and informed me that the machine was broken and that I should try to continue working on the bench.

"I have new weights, great for the chest and biceps. Lie down, I'll help you."
I obeyed him and lay down, revealing the bulge in my pants. He either didn't notice it or pretended not to see it, as he immediately started stacking weights and adjusting them on the bar.
"Lift them slowly and hold for a second, and when you lower them, don't lower them all the way. Repeat that about twenty times."

Every word had a sexual connotation, and I was already struggling to swallow. To my surprise, he placed his palm on my chest and said:
"Do you feel your muscles tightening?"

I nodded in confirmation, as I was on the brink of orgasm from his touch, but I composed myself and continued to work out. He was still squatting beside me with his hand on my chest. His palm was hot and sensual. I felt him moving it down inch by inch, and I almost exploded from excitement. Now he was already on my stomach, gently moving his fingers. I didn't want to look him in the eyes because I was afraid he would get scared or stop, which I definitely didn't want. I was lifting the weights slower and breathing louder.

His hand slid down to my cock, and I almost jumped from passion. He gently stroked my balls and shaft, sometimes squeezing my hard member tighter. I lowered the weights onto the bar but remained lying down. I looked Petar in the eyes, saw his excitement and desire, and encouraged him with my gaze.
"Can I taste you?" he asked me somewhat uncertainly.

I nodded my head in confirmation, and a second later, I felt him pulling out my pulsating, hardened cock from my pants and licking it with his tongue. Mmm, he was doing it so well... He alternated between short and gentle licks and then longer and more vigorous ones. When he took it into his mouth down to the balls, I shuddered and placed my hand on his blonde hair. I buried my fingers in his gelled hairstyle and pushed his head onto my spear.

He was swallowing it deeper and deeper, using his other hand to tease my swollen balls. Then he continued to jerk off my shaft with his hand, while he was sucking my balls and going wild with his tongue, licking my excited ass and nibbling on my trembling cheeks. I was about to cum, but I wanted to prolong this sweet agony. I stood up, leaned him against the wall, and said:
"You're wonderful, Perice, you licked it so nicely. I want you to fuck me in the ass, first gently and softly, then harder and deeper because I haven't tried it in a while."

I nibbled on his neck, lips, thrusting my tongue into his plump, heated mouth, while kneading his equipment that was visibly hardening in my hand. I pulled down his tracksuit, and his magnificent red cock sprang forth in all its glory. Like his whole body, it was impeccably smooth, without a single hair, making it look even more like a marble-carved statue of Apollo. I knelt down and passionately began to suck him. They always told me I did it fucking well, and Pero confirmed that by closing his eyes and barely holding himself up against the wall.

His cock was huge; I could barely open my mouth wide enough to suck it, and it filled my entire oral cavity. I was sucking him wildly, pushing him away with my tongue and then taking him back, nibbling him gently, and from the movements of his pelvis, I realized he was on the verge of orgasm. I moistened my finger and roughly shoved it up his ass. I felt his muscles clenching, and that turned me on even more.
"I want to fuck you, Vučko, feel your ass, explode inside you!" he cried out.

I granted his wishes and prepared myself. First, he entered gently into my saliva-moistened ass, and as soon as my muscles accepted him, he began to move inside me. I felt him as my own; our balls collided in wild thrusts, and in the mirror beside us, I watched the erotic scene of the pre-orgasmic ritual, Petar's thick cock entering and exiting me. He quickened the pace, breathing and moaning, and I felt him filling me with fiery liquid in several long spurts. A final scream escaped him, and then he calmed down slowly.

"Excellent, little lion!", I smiled at him, and he sat me on a nearby bench and knelt between my legs. He shoved my hard cock into his mouth and began to suck it passionately. Soon, another wave of pleasure washed over me, and I continued to watch us in the mirror. I pushed his cock deeper into my mouth and felt the approach of a big wave.
"That's it, suck it all the way, swallow it to the balls, ahh... harder... faster... that's it!!!"

I writhed and spilled into his mouth in a thick, sticky, hot torrent. He swallowed every drop and, like a thirsty man, desperately sucked the life out of my pulsating cock. I kissed him on the mouth, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to him:
"Friday evening really has some magic, doesn't it?"

He laughed, placing his trembling hand on my softened member.
"Yes, that's true. But the best part is that Friday is a night of pleasures, so it would be a shame to end it by eight in the evening!" he added.
And my spear stood up again, eager for a night of fucking in front of the mirror... because I hadn't had a cock for so long, and I liked Petar so much. All happy, I surrendered to the unknowns and challenges of the night and his body.