Mark had been circling the same gym for weeks, watching the thick-muscled guy with the shaved head bench press like he wanted to break the bar. The guy’s name was Derek, and everyone knew he was into dick. Mark was done pretending he wasn’t. He wanted that cock, and he wanted it now.
He walked straight over after Derek racked the weights, sweat shining on his chest. No small talk. “I’ve been staring at your bulge every time you squat. You gonna let me taste it or keep teasing me?”
Derek’s eyes narrowed, then a slow grin spread. “Locker room. Back stall. Now.”
Mark followed without hesitation. The second the door clicked, Derek shoved him against the metal. “On your knees if you want it that bad.”
Mark dropped. He yanked Derek’s shorts down and the heavy cock slapped his face, already half-hard and veined. He opened wide and took the head straight in, sucking hard like he’d practiced on toys. Spit ran down his chin fast. Derek grabbed his hair and pushed deeper.
“Fuck, that’s how you attract a real man,” Derek growled. “No games. Just hungry mouth.”
Mark gagged but didn’t pull back. He worked the shaft with both hands, twisting, while his tongue pressed the underside. Derek’s balls tightened against his chin. The taste of sweat and precum flooded his mouth. He moaned around the thickness, the vibration making Derek curse.
“Stand up. Turn around. Shorts down.”
Mark obeyed, kicking his shorts off. Derek spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into Mark’s hole, no warm-up. Mark pushed back, taking them. “More. I want your cock.”
Derek lined up and drove in on the first thrust. Mark’s forehead hit the stall wall. The stretch burned but he rocked back, meeting every inch. Derek fucked like he lifted—hard, steady, balls slapping.
Skin slapped loud in the empty room. Mark reached down and stroked his own leaking dick in time with the pounding.
“Tell me what you did to get here,” Derek demanded, voice rough.
“Stared. Said exactly what I wanted. Dropped when you told me.”
“That’s the secret. Gay guys smell bullshit. Be direct. Offer your throat, your hole, your load. We take it.”
Derek pulled out, spun Mark, and shoved him to his knees again. He stroked fast and shot thick ropes across Mark’s tongue and lips. Mark swallowed what he could, the rest dripping down his chest. He jerked himself twice and came on the tile between Derek’s boots.
They cleaned up quick. Derek handed him a card with his number. “Come over tonight. Bring that same attitude. I’ll teach you how to take it even dirtier.”
Mark walked out with cum still on his breath and a sore ass that promised more. He already knew the next lesson would start with him on all fours, begging for it raw. No flirting. No lines. Just show up, get naked, and prove you want the dick more than anything else. That was how you attracted a gay guy who actually fucked.
