Throbbing in the Gym

It's not my fault. This guy at the gym always wore short shorts. Shorter than mine- and I'm a girl! It would show off his ass which was comparable to mine and, of course, his bulge. I was sure he was half hard every time I saw him. He had to be.

It was the same as always. The gym was pretty empty. I was on the benches half-heartedly doing an arm workout and that guy was standing almost next to me. I wasn't focused on what workout he was doing. If I looked to him in the mirror, his bulge was eye level. Of course it was. I'm sure if I stood up it would be closer to eye level than his eyes to mine. Or at least his pecs would be. I wish I could blow my load on them- or his cock- or really blow my load at all.

I had considerably slowed my workout down. All these thoughts made my clit throb. Fuck. It almost hurt- it was so strong. I wasn't used to it, being on T for only a few months. Mostly to up my gym gains, but also 'cause I kind of liked what it did to me, to my dick- I mean my clit. It made me leaner and I got mistaken for a guy sometimes, whatever. But I still had a fairly feminine face, I had tits under my baggy clothes and a cunt that was getting wetter and wetter. I really did try to look away but that guy- I want to be like him. I want him.

I was still trying my hardest to focus on my workout when he moved. His big shoulders and buzzed, light haired, head started walking towards me. Oh fuck. He was walking over like he was gonna confront me. I was startled, but didn't really move till he was up in my face. 'Till it was up in my face.

"Um... I-" I barely whimpered out, head tilted up towards him, but my eyes were at level. Firmly on his bulge. Fuck. By the time I could pull my eyes away he looked like he was about to laugh. He looked at me almost with sympathy but more so with humor despite me.

"I see you around here a lot." Before I could respond, "you like to stare, huh?" He had a smooth voice and his face was pretty when it spoke to me.

I balked at his comment. Surely, I looked dumbfounded.

He let out a half-scoff half-laugh. "Well, I'll be in the locker room. Maybe I'll see you in there."

He didn't wait for a response and walked off.

I sat still for a moment, a bit confused and still hot between my legs, if a little less than before. Was he asking me to join him? Was it for sex or for an apology? I dropped my weights and walked to the men's locker room. I kept my head on a swivel to make sure no one knew what I was doing. It wasn't improper... yet. I was just going to talk to this guy. Though, inside I knew what I wanted.

I found my way through the locker room doors and unconfidently walked towards the shuffling noises. He only had a small gym towel around his waist. Likely, he was just going to change and shower at home. Or maybe just dry off with it and put his shorts back on and then go home. For some reason, the thought made me pulse. I was going to at least apologize, but he started talking first.

"Oh, so you do want to join me." Join me? He kept saying that. It made my head spin. "I knew that staring wasn't for nothing."

"S- sorry about that. You just have great form and... your body..." I trailed off.

"You wanna fuck, huh?"

I wasn't thinking much before I started nodding. Shit, I wasn't this horny a few months ago.

"Yes, or no?" Oh, he needed a verbal answer.

"Ye-" My voice cracked. "Yes."

"Good."

He crowded me against some lockers. I guess he didn't have time for kissing 'cause he just cupped me. If he faltered from realizing I had a cunt, I didn't notice. I was too distracted by the heel of his hand almost on my clit. "Mmmmmnnnn-" I tried not to whine at that. His hand had rucked up my shirt over my chest leaving my nipples exposed for him to run his palms over.

He pulled my bottoms down. Strings of pre-cum were all that connected my once-covered cunt to my underwear. Naturally, my hard clit was just poking through my semi-spread legs. "Let's measure lengths," he said with some mirth. He let his towel drop. Of course he was hard and longer than me. Much longer. And thicker. "I think I win this one, but let's make sure." He took a hold of his cock by the base, bringing his hips closer and closer to mine till the head of his cock squished up against my entire clit.

"MMMNNNNPPHH-" The contact overwhelmed me, I moaned into his shoulder. I could see his smile grow in my peripheral vision. He did it over and over with small thrusts. I was so sensitive, I could feel his pre-cum spreading over my clit.

"Wow, your cock is so sensitive and small. If I keep touching it, you'll probably cum, hm?" Yes, please. Please touch it. "I better fuck your little, pink cunt before you earn my hands on your cock." He picked up my leg and made me prop it up against a bench. I thought he would enter me, but first he slid his cock up and down my slit, frotting against my co- my clit. On every upstroke, he pushed back the hood of my clit. "Fu- Fu- uck...." If he didn't stop soon I was gonna cum. Of course he knew, so he stopped and lined himself up against where I was leaking from.

He pushed slowly, dragging out a bit then pushing in deeper and deeper. He wasn't humping me as much as sliding back and forth against my g-spot. It was purposeful. If he went any deeper, he would be giving my clit friction I hadn't deserved yet. I tried to push back on him, but he pulled back every time. Each time it made a wet noise that nearly echoed through the empty room.

We were both entranced by his cock sliding in and out of my drooling slit, every thrust smoother and shinier than the last, but he still noticed my hand slowly moving to give myself direct stimulation. "Ah, ah, ah," he said, "I didn't say you could do that. Only I can. I'm giving you the dick you wanted." He grabbed my wrist that was frozen between our legs and pinned it to the lockers. "Or... were you not looking at me?" He slowed down, pulling nearly all the way out.

"Hhh- Nnnn- N- no! I was... Please-" I was reeling from the sudden lack of any pressure on or in me. I tried humping the air.

"You were what?" He said looking down at me, at my pink throbbing clit.

I was too far gone. "I- I was looking at your bulge."

"And why is that?" He pushed in then out again, slightly faster now. Sticky, wet noises fought against our voices.

"Wanna rub against it, want it on me." I could barely make full sentences.

"Puppy wants to hump me back with her little cock?" This was humiliating, but I wanted it more.

"Y- yeah. Yes. Please." He pulled out all the way this time, slick strings connecting us still. His large fingers pulled the hood of my clit back and he let his spit slowly fall down to lubricate it. I bucked and fidgeted all the while. "There, nice and slick. Perfect," he laughed. Then, his cock was pressed back up against mine while he leaned into me.

"Go on, hump, pup. Make my big cock cum." I ground against his firm dick, moving my hips back and forth. My legs were wavering, so he pressed further into me, my face now up against his chest, my sensitive nipples grinding against his skin. I couldn't see it anymore, but could hear our pre-cum and his spit mixing together with a schck schck schck noise. I was pulsing and hot, no thoughts in my mind except to keep humping and grinding. I was sure I was groaning into his chest. "C'mon, pup, I- I'm almost there." I hadn't heard him breathless 'till now. My jaw was slack, definitely drooling down his big chest. Back and forth, I was trying to thrust into his cock, back and forth.

"I'm gonna- my load- I-" I squirmed and bucked up against him. This was too much for him, he grabbed my ass and pulled my writhing hips closer to his so he could grind his own orgasm out. The friction against my overstimulated clit made me yelp.

I could barely hear his moans over my own. "Ungh- Ngh- Ngh-" His hot ropes of cum coated both our lower stomachs.

My ears were ringing when he pulled back slightly to look at me, and I him, our heaving bare chests and shining stomachs. "Let's hit the showers."