I was scrolling through the Nifty archive gay male stories late one night when my dick got rock hard. One story about two strangers blowing each other in a locker room had me stroking slow and steady, precum leaking all over my hand. I shut the laptop, grabbed my gym bag, and headed out. The 24-hour spot was empty at 2 a.m. except for one other guy lifting in the free weights area. He was built thick, sweat shining on his chest, shorts riding up to show heavy balls and the outline of a fat cock.
I stripped down in the locker room, my own dick still half-hard from the story. The guy walked in a minute later, towel over his shoulder. He looked me up and down, eyes stopping on my cock. "You reading that shit too?" he asked, voice low and rough.
"Yeah. Nifty archive gay male stories got me worked up."
He dropped his towel. His dick was thick and veined, already swelling. "Same. You want to do something about it?"
I didn't answer with words. I dropped to my knees on the cold tile and grabbed his cock at the base.
It was heavy and hot in my fist. I licked the head, tasting salt and sweat, then opened wide and took him halfway down in one go. He groaned and pushed forward, feeding me more. I sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue sliding under the shaft as I bobbed. Spit ran down his balls and dripped onto the floor.
He grabbed my hair and started fucking my face. "That's it, take that cock. Suck it like the stories say." I gagged when he hit the back of my throat but kept going, nose pressed into his trimmed pubes. My own dick throbbed untouched, leaking onto the tile.
He pulled out after a few minutes, spit stringing from my lips to his wet cock. "Turn around. Bend over the bench."
I did it fast. He kicked my feet apart and spit on my hole, rubbing it in with two thick fingers. I pushed back, hungry for it. He lined up and shoved in with one hard thrust. The stretch burned good, just like the guys in the Nifty archive gay male stories described. He fucked me deep and steady, balls slapping my ass with every stroke. I reached down and jerked my cock in time with his thrusts.
"Harder," I grunted. He slammed in, gripping my hips so tight it would leave marks. The sound of skin on skin echoed off the lockers. He reached around and twisted my nipple, making me moan louder. My hole clenched around his thick shaft as he pounded me.
He pulled out, spun me around, and shoved his cock back in my mouth. I tasted my own ass on him and sucked harder. He held my head and unloaded down my throat, thick ropes of cum shooting straight into my gut. I swallowed every drop, then licked him clean.
Before I could finish myself he pushed me onto the bench and took my cock in his mouth. No teasing, just wet heat and strong suction. Two fingers slid back into my used hole and crooked against my prostate. I came hard, shooting down his throat while my ass pulsed around his fingers. He kept sucking until I was dry and shaking.
We cleaned up quick, no names exchanged. I went home and opened the laptop again, adding my own entry to the Nifty archive gay male stories in my head. The next night I was back at the gym, hoping he would be there. He was. This time I bent him over first.
