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*Note: Main character is the same Ray from two other stories “Bike Shorts” and “Dirty Patrol”. But you don’t have to read those to follow this story. Hope you all like this one.*
Ray pulled into the parking lot of his prospective hunting ground so early in the day that the sun was not yet out. He’d heard from sources that at times this particular gym enabled certain men to get a workout in the weight room AND in the showers. He wasn’t able to get a hold of any of the management but that was fine. This mission was mostly reconnaissance and if an opportunity to dominate some sex-starved married guy came up, that was fine too. The higher-ups at the precinct where he worked knew that he was gay often sent him out to patrol areas known for cruising. They couldn’t risk subjecting any of the poor, straight officers to the horrifying sight of two men having sex. At first Ray had been angered and offended at being pigeonholed this way. He wondered how his supervisor had found out about him and how the other officers would react. But then something changed. He realized that he could use this position to his advantage. He was able to fuck the men he found out cruising with no fear of getting caught since he was there to catch them and no other officer even wanted to think about it. It was a nice perk. Ray usually patrolled bike trails, restrooms, and dressing rooms at the mall. But today he was expanding his territory and hoped that this place would provide some new entertainment.
Strolling through the gym, Ray took note of the morning crowd. There were a couple of retirees, a few guys in fairly decent shape, and couple of serious fitness fanatics. He couldn’t tell who had potential and who was just there for any early workout so he decided to get the most out of this while still scoping the place out. When he went into the locker room to put away his bag Ray did a scan and took note of the number of lockers in use. That was sometimes a good indicator of how busy the locker room could potentially get. There weren’t very many. If he got lucky there shouldn’t be enough traffic to interrupt.
“I can manage this,” he whispered to himself.
Ray was definitely serious about fitness. He often thought about training to compete in bodybuilding competitions but it was hard to win those without steroids. He packed a lot of power on his 6-foot-1 inch frame but the commitment to getting competition ready was one he was not yet ready to make again. However, his workouts were still intense and his physique was a big part of the reason he was able to be so dominant with his patrol conquests. He also sported a bald head that made him seem more mature and authoritative than his 34 years and often had men several years his senior call him daddy.
After locking up his bag Ray walked out onto the floor and set about his workout. Most of the time Ray was singularly focused. Moving weight, working up a sweat, and pushing his body to the limit. Usually, nothing could break his focus when he was in this state…usually. During a rest period between sets, Ray noticed a powerful figure emerge from a side room dedicated to functional strength. The tall, muscular man strode confidently through the gym and seized all of Ray’s attention. As this man came closer to the bench where Ray had been doing incline bench presses, he was able to get a better look. He was tall. Probably taller than Ray and muscular but not as bulky. He wore a sleeveless t-shirt soaked through with sweat that also glistened his red-brown hair. That shirt along with the tapered sweat pants showed the results of a rigorous workout regimen. His arms were nicely defined and he looked powerful. The way he moved reminded Ray of a boxer or one of his fellow former marines.
Ray sat up and without a thought raised his hand in a tentative wave. When the man stopped in his tracks and started to walk over Ray felt a jolt of something that had become foreign to him… He was nervous.
“You new here?” asked this man in a low, gravelly voice. Ray took the opportunity to get a better look at him. He looked rugged and tough. Not what anyone would ever call “pretty” or “beautiful”. But damn was he sexy.
“Yeah,” Ray replied. “It’s my first time here.”
“Well welcome. This is a great time to come in. In about two hours this place will start to get a little busy. It’s nothing compared to the afternoon crowd, though.”
“I’ll bet,” Ray agreed. “You must come here a lot.”
The man smirked. “What makes you say that?”
Ray was surprised by the question and wondered if he had been caught checking this guy out. For a split second he thought about downplaying his comment. Making it seem as innocuous as possible. But then…
“It shows,” Ray said nonchalantly, trying to the thread the needle between being complimentary and flirtatious. He had no idea what this guy was into and had immediately assumed that he was straight.
“Thanks, I’m Dylan.”
“Ray.”
Dylan fought to suppress a smile. ikitelli escort Ray’s small comment had actually made his day. “Well, you’ve definitely been hitting some other gym. Do you compete?”
It was Ray’s turn to feel warm and fuzzy. “In bodybuilding building?” He asked, feeling happy that someone else had seen his potential to go into competition.
“Yeah, bodybuilding, physique competitions. Stuff like that.” At the last sentence Ray thought he heard a bit of a southern accent.
“Actually, I have been thinking about it. I competed once a few years ago but didn’t place.” For a moment Ray forgot that he was on patrol.
“Well, from the looks of you I think you got what is takes.” Dylan wasn’t particularly flirty. He was just stating his opinion. “Well, enjoy your workout.”
“Wait,” Ray said. “I’m almost done. Could you spot me?” Ray didn’t really need a spot and had actually planned on a drop set but he wasn’t quite ready to let Dylan walk off.
“Sure, how many reps are you goin’ for?”
“Six,” Ray answered as he loaded more weight on the bar. Dylan took a spot right behind the bench. When he laid back to take hold of the bar Ray looked up. The imprint of Dylan’s flaccid cock hovered just above his head. Ray tried not get caught taking a quick glance but failed. For just a moment they locked eyes and the corners of Dylan’s mouth pricked up in a fleeting smirk. That unfamiliar feeling returned and Ray had to take a moment to calm his pounding chest.
“Take your time big boy,” Dylan said staunchly. “We need six good quality reps.” This was all the encouragement Ray needed. He gripped the barbell and knocked out 3 reps in quick succession. On the fourth, he started to waver, at which point Dylan placed his hands just under the bar without making contact.
“Come on,” he barked in motivation as Ray continued to push upward. “Two more.” Ray continued to push. “It’s all you. This is all you,” Dylan assured as his hands rose in tandem with the bar. The last one was a struggle for Ray but he could not let himself fail. Not in front of this guy. With a low exhale he completed his final rep and dropped the bar back onto the rack.
“Nice work, man.” Dylan clapped a hand on his back.
“Thanks for the spot.”
“Well, I guess I’ll see you around,” Dylan said before heading over to the locker room. For a moment Ray felt a mix of disappointment and panic. He watched as this man who gave him all of these mixed feelings walked away. Nice ass. Ray thought to himself. He had intended on doing a bit more lifting but then remembered that he was here for information. Dylan came here a lot. He would have information. And seemed talkative. He could be a source, Ray thought. And if he happened to get a look at that body while changing then that was just a bonus.
Ray entered the locker room just as Dylan was pulling his sweat-soaked t-shirt over his head. Dylan noticed and gave Ray a slight nod in recognition of his presence.
“Good workout?” Dylan asked, facing Ray as he untied the string of his sweat pants.
“Could have been better. Not used to the place. I’m actually on trial membership.” Ray hoped his tone was steady and that the line had come out smoothly. The sight of Dylan’s taught upper body gave Ray heart palpitations.
“It’s great place,” Dylan said. He had already removed his shoes. “For everyone from beginners to borderline pros like you.” Still facing Ray, Dylan pulled his pants and underwear down in one motion. One sock slid off as he pulled them over his feet and he quickly removed the other, dropping the sweaty mess into his gym bag. He grabbed his towel but didn’t bother covering himself and stood bold and unashamed.
Ray was speechless. He simply nodded at the words Dylan spoke. Finally, he managed, “So, this is a good place for guys like me?”
“Yeah,” Dylan replied. “Guys like us can get whatever we need here.” A sly wink let Ray know that this conversation had taken a turn. Without another word Dylan headed to the showers and now Ray was left with little time to figure out what to do next. Ray watched as his spotter walked naked and totally confident through the locker room…
This was too good to pass up. Ray found himself stripping down. His clothes were off in a blink and he too walked nakedly through the locker room, so excited by the hulking stud that he forgot to grab a towel as he headed back to the shower area. Chest still pounding, his bare feet padding toward the last shower in the row, Ray tried to calm himself. He’d had a lot of sex in places like this but for some reason this time it felt more exciting.
Dylan deliberately left the shower curtain open. He had used this tactic many times at this gym and was certain that he could get in some action before the morning crowd showed up. As Ray reached the entrance to the shower, he saw the man facing forward, water rushing down his defined body. He stepped in and istanbul escort closed the curtain. Generally, in these situations Ray was the one in control. He had convinced himself that this would be no different. He was wrong. As soon as the curtain closed Dylan grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the wall. They locked eyes. The intensity and forcefulness in Dylan’s amber eyes transfixed Ray. Without hesitation Dylan planted a hard, passionate kiss on Ray’s lips. His tongue invaded the hot cop’s mouth as his fingers firmly gripped his windpipe. Ray melted in the fiery intensity of Dylan’s assault, passionately kissing him back and wrapping his arms around the powerful body pressing him against the shower tiles. As Dylan’s free hand traveled down the muscles of Ray’s back, he found himself lifting a leg up to further entangle this powerful body with his own. Dylan firmly cupped his balls and then slipped a digit into him. He barely flinched as he felt the tip of a finger slide past his tight pink ring and probe the sensitive opening. Ray moaned into Dylan’s open mouth as the finger slid deeper inside of him.
The two large men kissed passionately this way for what seemed like forever. Dylan worked his middle finger all the way up to the third knuckle before pulling back from Ray’s eager kiss. The cop leaned forward to kiss him again but Dylan pushed him back against wall.
“See that?” Dylan said, pointedly, gesturing at his hard cock. “You did that.” Once again, he roughly shoved his tongue into Ray’s mouth before growling, “Suck my dick.”
Without a word Ray gripped the ripped torso crowding him. He kissed and rubbed his way down Dylan’s body as he sank to his knees. Once there he wasted no time.
“Goood boy,” Dylan said as Ray expertly took the long, wet cock into his mouth. He pulled back. “Look at me,” Dylan commanded. Ray looked up in submission.
“Open up your mouth.” As soon as he did, Dylan spat into his mouth and shoved the hard cock back into it. Gripping the back of Ray’s bald head, Dylan pushed until he heard choking and then pushed some more. Struggling to breathe and for some sense of control, Ray grabbed the base of Dylan’s cock and sucked up and down the shaft. His hand became an extension of his pursed lips and he feverishly worked to please the man towering above him. It only took a moment of for Ray to catch his breath. As soon as he did, Ray stared up into those fierce eyes and took the entire length deep into his throat. As they looked into each other, they both knew who was in control. Once again Dylan started to forcefully facefuck Ray from his dominant position. Ray tried to put his hand up to brace himself against Dylan’s thigh.
“Move your hand,” Dylan ordered. “Move your fuckin’ hand.” With that he savagely knocked it away. Ray submitted, letting the cock glide in and out of his mouth with both of Dylan’s hands gripping his head. A combination of spit and precum oozed from Ray’s mouth with each stroke, sliding down his chin and chest to mix with the running water. Soon Dylan had enough of violating Ray’s throat.
“Get up.” Dylan said, pulling the man up by back of his neck before planting another nasty kiss. He could taste his own precum on Ray’s tongue. Next Dylan licked his fingers and slid them back inside from between Ray’s legs. Ray jumped but only a little, still hoping and waiting for this man to kiss him again. Dylan could tell how badly he wanted it. Instead, Dylan turned his large but compliant shower partner around, pushed his chest into the wall, and continued to finger him. First one, then another, massaging deeply. Dylan stood close behind, crowding Ray’s back to in order to stifle anything louder than the low groans that escaped the man’s closed mouth. He opened up nicely. Dylan wasted no time. Holding his cock in his hand he pressed the tip to Ray’s unsuspecting asshole. The head pushed past the well-worked ring and Dylan kept going. Ray jumped and started to let out a high-pitched cry just before Dylan clamped a hand over his mouth from behind.
“Be a good boy,” Dylan whispered authoritatively into Ray’s ear. “Just let it happen.” Ray moaned helplessly into the open hand as the hard, wet cock pushed into him, finally stopping as the full length of the long shaft rested deep inside. Dylan decided to be nice and give his new bottom a chance to adjust. But only for a moment. Dylan grabbed Ray by the hips and started to thrust half the length of his cock in and out of him. The low cries that escaped from the big man pressed against the shower wall were filled with a mix of pain and pleasure until the pain subsided and grunts of deep satisfaction took their place. Dylan noticed the shift and picked up his pace. He also noticed when Ray finally arched his back.
“Yeah, arch that back for me,” Dylan said lowly. Ray simply grunted into his own forearm. The man behind him had total control. As the rushing water pelted their powerful naked bodies they meshed together kadıköy escort perfectly. Ray stood flat-footed and steadfast, bent slightly at the waist taking the full force of Dylan’s strokes and loving it in spite of himself. He’d closed his eyes and lost track of the time as this gruff, manly, stranger gave him what he desperately wanted.
“You like that?” Dylan said lowly and almost menacingly into the Ray’s ear. “Let me hear you say you like it,” he continued forcefully.
“Oh fuck,” Ray whined as quietly as he could manage. In spite of himself he uttered, “I fucking love it.”
The strokes coming from behind him increased. He felt the full length of a thick raw cock gliding into him over and over again. It took all of his self-control not the scream at how good it felt. After a short time, too short for Ray, the breathing behind him grew ragged. Water splashed up his back and across his plump, muscular ass with the forceful, piston-like motion of Dylan’s hips. The body slammed against his own. He felt the wet, sculpted chest press against his back and the hot breath on his face as this beast of man grunted in his ear. Still bracing himself against the shower tiles, Ray turned his head back, mouth open. Dylan rewarded him with a wet, nasty kiss followed by a stifled, raspy moan. Ray’s eyes grew wide and he momentarily snapped back to his senses at what happened next.
Hot, thick semen flooded deep into Ray’s hole. He bit his lip and let out a desperate moan as a deluge of cum gushed into him. His conqueror shuddered and shook as he emptied himself into a shocked but compliant host. The cop found himself pinned against the wall, arms at his sides at the force of the orgasm. In spite of his shock, he instinctively clenched, causing even more spasms of pleasure from the man inside of him. By the time the last of Dylan’s orgasm died down, the man in front of him stood stock still. He abruptly pulled out making him jump and quickly turned him around. Ray was rock hard and dripping pre-cum. Dylan was impressed.
“Looks like you had fun,” Dylan said. He again placed a hand at Ray’s throat but this time as he leaned in for a kiss, he ran it down the ripples of Ray’s eight pack. Ray was a bit rattled but when he felt a firm grip on his cock he once again gave in and returned the hot kiss on his lips. Running his hands along Ray’s body Dylan again looked him in the eye. He gave a little smirk.
“You earned this,” Dylan said, and got down on his knees. He was talented. Ray’s knees almost buckled when the hot mouth slid over his cock. He leaned against the wall and looked down in amazement as his entire cock disappeared down Dylan’s throat. It was effortless. A solid grip with both hand and mouth delivered wave after wave of pleasure to Ray’s shocked body. Dylan slurped, sucked, and jerked with determination. This wouldn’t take long. He’d make sure of it. His hand and mouth worked and unison, gripping the thick, wet shaft in a circular tugging motion and letting the large head slide to back of his accommodating throat over and over again. After just a few minutes, Dylan felt that familiar throbbing. Heard that increase in heavy breathing. Felt a tap on his head to let him know what coming. He didn’t let up.
“I’m gonna cum.” The breathy whisper from the man in Dylan’s mouth changed nothing. Ray moaned through gritted teeth and ejaculated. Dylan held his lips just past the sensitive dick tip and let cum gush into his waiting mouth. He swallowed and continued to pull every single drop of the orgasm into himself. The sputtering, the shaking, the open-handed slap against the shower wall let him know just how powerful it was. Finally getting his fill, Dylan stood up. As he did so Ray’s knees finally buckled and he slid down the wall, resting his head against it. Ray stared up in awe at the man who had just taken him. Scanning his entire body, Ray committed every detail to memory and was particularly intrigued by the small “USMC” tattooed just above Dylan’s right ankle.
Dylan commenced to finishing his shower. With Ray there it was cramped and also a bit awkward when he had to wash between his buttcheeks but he managed to get himself washed up and ready for work. Peeking out from behind the shower curtain, he checked to make sure no one was there to see him exit.
“Well, this was fun,” he said to Ray, who was still on the floor, slumped against the wall. Ray was jerked back to his senses. Dylan had been blocking the showerhead and when he exited Ray was doused with warm water and reality. He shook his head in disbelief at what he’d just done. Slowly standing up, Ray gingerly fingered his asshole. It had been a long time since he’d taken a real dick and now he a bit sore. He washed himself quickly and then upon exiting the shower, he realized that he didn’t bring a towel. Ray felt a little embarrassed as his dripping wet body left footprint shaped puddles on the walk back to the locker area.
Dylan had already put on pants and underwear and was sitting on the bench pulling on a fresh pair of socks. Ray awkwardly scuttled to his gym bag and was finally able to dry himself off. He wanted to say something but wasn’t sure what. He looked over and noticed that the polo shirt Dylan pulled over his head bore the gym’s name and logo.
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