A reader's gym encounter

Last week, a young reader who enjoyed reading my old gym posts sent me an email asking for advice on London gyms. At the end of the email, he'd written about one of his own gym encounters from a few years ago. It's a nice story so I asked him whether he'd mind if I posted it, and later that day he replied to say that I could use the story if I wanted. The story is a little more explicit than what I usually write here, so bearing that in mind, if you want to read the story CLICK HERE [over 18's only]!

A few years ago when I was about 19, I was going to the gym regularly during morning free periods, usually between 10 and 12. With lots of time on my hands I usually stayed and made use of the facilities to their full extent. I noticed another guy, maybe two or three years older than me, who was there most of the times I went but I never really thought much of it.

Sometimes our showers coincided and I could see he was quite serious about the whole gym thing; his body was sleek, like a swimmers (think Ian Thorpe) and his cock always looked a little swollen. He looked a LITTLE like a buffer version of Christian Slater. He also took a long time under the showers, they were REALLY good strong power showers!!! He had never been in the steam room before, and I didn't expect him to be there this time. In fact I didn't expect anyone to be there since there was nobody else in the gym at that hour.

When I walked into the steam room though, dripping with water, pumped from my session and thinking about having just seen him in the shower, all of my muscles (including my favourite one) were a litter bigger. It was quite steamy and I walked straight towards the back, but I had to stop short because he was sitting right in front of where I was headed, his face in line with my navel, almost eye to eye with my old chap. I was taken aback for a moment, but so as not to seem rude I sat down next to him.

He asked how my workout had been, I wasn't expecting that either, and he said he had seen me taking some of the aerobics classes over the last few weeks (true). We made some cheeky chat about standing at the back of the class to get a better view of all the ladies, and then he asked, quite seriously, "So you prefer to be at the back then?" I could see the innuendo but I had no idea what to do with it, so I turned it on it's head "You prefer to be in front?"

It went silent for a while and we both looked down for a bit. I snuck a sly glance at his cock and could see it was definitely making it's presence known. My own little friend reacted instantly (and rather overfriendly) - boing, I was up!

I started to cover it and noticed he was rising quickly too, but what I didn't notice was his hand coming through the air to land gently on my shaft. I jumped, and he took his hand back and apologised. I apologised, he apologised again, then I took his hand and guided it back to my cock.

He stroked me so gently. He got on his knees in front of me and slipped his mouth around me. It was like velvet! I am ashamed to say I didn't last very long, but he didn't move, he swallowed it all. No girl has ever swallowed for me before or since, and when he sat up I could see he had unloaded as well.

"First time?" he asked me; I lied and said it was - but it was the best (up until then).

We both showered again, I got a little manly pat on the backside as he left and that was that. Although I never saw him again, I always get hard just remembering it!

I'd be interested to hear from any readers with views on where the best gyms in London are for gay guys interested in activities. Also, do any other reader's have any gym stories of their own that they'd like to share?