Straight Boy Locked Out

Dude, this workout was brutal.

I'd been training at Weston Gym in North Hollywood for about two months now, and still hadn't gotten used to the heat. Tell me why, in the hottest summer on record, I chose to get a membership at the only gym in the city with no AC?

I guess the answer was simple. I wanted to look good and get laid. I wasn't Mister Buff, but I had abs and a good amount of muscle definition for an 18-year-old. I didn't have much of a problem nabbing chicks, but I was tired of being called "cute" and "baby-faced." I wanted to look more like the muscly dudes at the gym who looked like they could snap you like a twig.

Weston gym closed at eight, and I had just finished my workout a few minutes before they locked up for the night. I didn't even have time to shower, since the girl behind the desk was shooting me daggers all throughout my last set, reminding me they definitely closed right at eight and she had a party in the Hills to get to.

I powered through my last few reps, letting the weight crash loudly (sorry, lady) as I lifted to failure. I was covered in sweat, and pretty sure I reeked, but I'd shower when I got home. I was supposed to have a date with my girl tonight, but she dumped me last week, so I'd probably stay home and jerk it to some porn.

I was halfway to my car when I realized I forgot my keys.

"Fuck," I said, pulling my hands out of my pockets and coming up empty.

They must have fallen out while I was working out.

Of course, by the time I got to the doors, they were locked. I tried knocking, but I could already see all the lights were off, and the parking lot was empty.

I'd missed my chance.

FUCK.

I needed those keys to get into my car, not to mention my apartment. I lived alone, so I couldn't ask a roommate to let me in.

And it was a holiday weekend, so the gym was closed tomorrow. I'd be fucked till Monday.

I was spiraling until I remembered the card in my wallet.

The owner, a friendly, burly guy with a shaved head and a dangly cross earring, had given it to me when I'd signed up. It was part of the initial sales pitch, trying to sell me on a training session--I didn't need some dude telling me how to work out--but I took the card just to be polite.

"Call me anytime," he'd said, giving me a big smile.

I was pretty sure he wasn't anticipating this, but fuck it. I needed my keys.

I pulled out my phone and dialed. The line rang for a few seconds, and I prayed silently for him to pick up.

"Hello?"

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Hey, Roman. It's Matt Caynor, from Weston."

"Matt! Good to hear from you, man."

"You too, you too. Listen, sorry to call like this, but I locked my keys in the gym. I can't get into my car or my apartment without them. The girl behind the desk already left for the night, and there's no one inside--"

"Say no more. Give me twenty minutes, I'll let you in."

I exhaled in relief. "Seriously?"

"Of course! I'd hate to see you locked out on the street."

God, this dude was so friendly. What a lifesaver.

"I owe you big, man," I said.

After I got off the phone, I sat on the shaded curb by the entrance. The sun hadn't fully gone down yet, and it was still hot as balls. I could feel my nuts sticking together from the sweat, and I had huge pit stains from working out. I couldn't wait to be sitting in my apartment under the cool AC, relaxing with some stepmom porn and my hand wrapped around my cock.

About fifteen minutes later, a car pulled up to the parking lot.

I got to my feet, waving as Roman got out of his car.

He was a little shorter than me, with a buzzed head and a short blackish-gray beard. I think he might have been in his early 40s, but I kind of sucked at telling people's ages.

"Hey man," he said jovially. "Locked yourself out, huh?"

I rubbed the back of my head. "Yeah," I said sheepishly. "Dumbass, right?"

He clapped me on the shoulder. "Naw, man. You're fine." He squeezed my shoulder and went, "Damn, you must have been working out hard. Upper body day?"

"Um, no," I said. "Leg day."

He squeezed again. "You're kidding. This is how you are without a pump? Sick, man!"

I chuckled. "Yeah thanks."

"Your girlfriend must me pleased."

"Not enough to keep her from dumping me," I said with a self-deprecating chuckle.

"Aw, that sucks."

"It's fine," I said. It was still pretty hot, and the sweat was dripping down my abs underneath my shirt. I wanted to get home soon, but I didn't want to be rude. "Um--"

"I got you," he said, pulling out a ring of keys. "Follow me."

He unlocked the door, then led me up the stairs to the workout room. When he flipped the switch, the fluorescent lights flickered on overhead.

He leaned against the wall, folding his arms. "Where'd you leave 'em?"

"I think by the leg press."

I knelt beside the machine, crouching low to inspect the ground around it. I couldn't see them, so I got on my hands and knees, poking my head underneath the press to see if I could find it.

"Damn," I said. "Nothing here."

When I got out, Roman was smiling at me, but there was something different about his smile this time.

Shit. Had he been looking at my ass? I was only wearing a tank top and a pair of basketball shorts (I'd forgotten to wear underwear today). I hope my crack wasn't hanging out. That would've been hella embarrassing.

"Maybe it's over by the glute machine," he said casually. "I'd bet the whole farm you used that one today."

He winked at me, turning to walk back over to the glute machine.

I blushed. Fuck, he must have been staring at my ass. I knew he was gay, but I wasn't used to getting checked out by another guy. Still, he was doing me a favor. I guess it wasn't a big deal.

When I got to the glute machine, he was crouched beside it, frowning. "I don't see anything," he said.

I crouched down next to him. "You sure? I don't know where else it could be."

"Feel free to look, but I don't--"

He stopped talking, his eyes glued on the front of my basketball shorts.

When I looked down, I saw the head of my dick was hanging out the leg hole.

"Oh, shit," I said, standing quickly. "I'm sorry, dude."

He grinned. "Don't be sorry. I'll never turn down a chance to see a pretty uncut cock."

I covered my crotch with my hands, blushing. "Dude... I'm straight."

He laughed. "So? Everybody knows guys give better head. You don't have to be gay to realize that."

For some reason, when he said that, I felt a jolt in my dick.

What the fuck?

"Roman... I have a girlfriend, man."

"I thought she dumped you?"

Fuck. Why had I told him that?

"I drove twenty minutes to get here," he said, his hand brushing against my thigh. "The least you can let me do is suck your dick."

His fingers slid underneath the hem of my basketball shorts, and I shivered as I felt them rub against my foreskin.

"Dude," I said quietly. "I'm not--"

"Shhh," he said, dropping to his knees. He looked up at me, his eyes piercing blue. "Just let me taste you."

He pulled the leg of my basketball shorts up a little to release the tip of my cock, which was starting to get hard. I knew I wasn't gay, but I was still young enough that any sexual stimulation was enough to turn me on.

"Roman--"

The words died in my throat as he licked the tip of my dick. My legs immediately went weak, and I braced myself against the glute machine as he sucked my foreskin into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned. I put a hand on his shaved head, my eyes fluttering in the back of my head as he took more of my cock into his mouth.

It felt really good, better than it should have considering it was a guy blowing me. He was still crouching, his head angled up to get as much of my dick in his mouth as he could without taking my shorts off. I just moaned, feeling my balls tingle as I started precumming in his mouth.

"Mmm," he moaned around my dick, then pulled off and licked his lips. "Love the taste of your precum. So sweet."

"Man," I said weakly, "I don't know about this."

He ran a hand underneath my tank top, feeling my abs and pressing me back against the glute machine. "Don't worry about it. You owe me, remember? There's worse ways to return a favor than getting blowies."

He pulled my shorts down, and my fully hard dick sprang out. I hadn't trimmed my pubes since my girl dumped me, so my bush was a bit out of control at the moment, but he just grabbed my cock and slid it back into his mouth, burying his nose in my curly brown pubes.

"Oh, FUCK," I moaned.

His throating skills were incredible. He was taking me so deep, deeper than my girl could, and his tongue felt amazing on my shaft. As much as I hated to admit it, he was totally right--guys did give better head.

I was sweating from the heat and the blowjob, so I stripped off my tank top, tossing it to the side as I let Roman blow me. He was grunting hungrily, and it sounded like he really loved my dick. Was giving a blowjob really that fun for him? Eating pussy certainly wasn't for me, and my girl never seemed to love giving head, so I always just thought oral sex was something you loved to get and you endured giving.

But he had his own cock out of his shorts and was jerking it, and from how hard he was, it seemed like he was just as turned on as I was.

"Fuck, dude," I said, thrusting a little in his mouth. "Your mouth feels amazing."

He let my dick slide out of his mouth and grabbed my shaft, pumping my foreskin as he ran his tongue along my balls. "Your balls smell like salt 'n' vinegar chips," he said, sucking one of them into his mouth. "You must have worked out really hard."

I chuckled. I'd never really had my nuts sucked, and it kind of tickled. But it also made me leak like crazy. Roman had his nose buried in between my balls and my leg, and was huffing my nuts like gasoline.

"I didn't get a chance to shower..."

"Don't you fucking dare," he said, giving my bush a good sniff. "Nothing smells better than a straight boy's balls after a hard workout."

Wow, he was so into this. Who was I kidding--so was I!

I closed my eyes, leaning back as I focused on the pleasure he was giving me with his mouth. I was surprised a blowjob from some hairy, masculine dude would feel better than one from my sexy, smooth girlfriend, but if I was honest, I'd take this blowjob over hers anyday.

"You're gonna make me cum," I warned, but he just grabbed my ass and pulled me in deeper.

Fuck, he wanted to swallow my cum, too? Jackpot.

"Ungh... Roman, I'm gonna... Gonna..."

My knees buckled as I blew in his mouth. He just swallowed it all hungrily, his tongue swirling around my cock as he sucked out every drop. The pleasure was blinding, and for a moment, the only thing keeping me from toppling over was the glute machine keeping me propped up.

He kept sucking long after I was sure my nuts were empty. His shaved head was slick with sweat, and his hand was flying on his cock. I watched, curious, as his eyes scrunched, and then he moaned around my cock.

Suddenly he was shooting, jets of cum splattering on my shoes as his dick pulsed in his hand. I'd never seen a guy cum before, and it was crazy to think I'd just been doing the same thing in this dude's mouth.

Finally, when he finished cumming, he let my dick fall out of his mouth. He leaned back, giving his cock one last slow stroke as a thin string of jizz oozed out.

Then he looked up at me and grinned.

"I'd say we're even now. Should we keep looking for your keys?"

I nodded. I pulled my basketball shorts up while he grabbed some paper towels to clean his splooge off the ground. I was just pulling on my tank top when he said, "You know, if you can't find them, you're welcome to crash at my place."

I turned to see him leaning against the wall, smiling at me.

"It is a holiday weekend, after all," he continued. "Might be tough to get a locksmith out there."

Before I could respond, I noticed a glint of metal on the ground behind him. There, underneath the ab machine, were my keys.

I was about to say something when I stopped. He was still smiling at me, and I felt my dick pulse as I remembered how good his mouth had felt around my cock.

"Are you sure?" I said finally. "I wouldn't want to put you out."

He grinned. "It's no trouble at all. As long as you don't mind that I only have one bed."

I laughed, then adjusted my growing cock in my basketball shorts.

"Hey man... As long as you have AC, I'm good."

I followed him to the exit, leaving my keys where they lay.

He put his hand on my lower back, his fingers brushing the top of my ass through my basketball shorts.

"Don't worry," he said, holding the door open for me. "I'll make sure you're nice and cool all weekend long."

My dick was hard already just thinking about it.