I found the site late one night, scrolling for free gay nifty stories after a long shift. The titles pulled me in quick—guys sucking cock in parks, getting bent over in gyms, no bullshit just raw action. My dick got hard fast reading about some dude taking it deep in a shower. I stroked myself slow at first, then harder, imagining every detail until I shot thick ropes across my stomach. That was the start. I kept going back, night after night, jerking off to those free gay nifty tales until I needed the real thing.
The gym was quiet after midnight. I hit the weights hard, sweat dripping down my back, then headed to the locker room. Steam rolled out from the showers. One guy was still there, tall and built, water running over his broad shoulders and down to his thick cock hanging heavy between his legs. He caught me staring and didn't look away. Instead he grabbed his dick and gave it a slow pull.
"You reading that free gay nifty shit too?" he asked, voice low and rough. "Gets you fucking horny, right?"
I nodded, stripping off my shorts. My own cock stood up stiff, already leaking. He stepped closer, water splashing between us. "Name's Mark. You want to do something about it or just watch?"
I dropped to my knees right there on the wet tiles. His cock was fat and veined, head already shiny. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked hard, tasting salt and soap. Mark groaned and pushed deeper, fucking my throat in short thrusts. Spit ran down my chin as I took him all the way, nose pressed to his trimmed pubes. He grabbed my hair and held me there until I gagged, then pulled back and slapped his wet dick across my face.
"Stand up and turn around," he ordered. I did, hands on the shower wall. He kicked my feet apart and spit on my hole, rubbing it in with two thick fingers. They pushed inside, stretching me open while he stroked his cock against my thigh. "Tight little ass. Bet you've been reading those stories and dreaming about this."
He lined up and shoved in. One hard thrust buried half his dick in my ass. I grunted at the burn, then pushed back for more.
Mark didn't wait—he slammed the rest in and started pounding. His hips slapped against my cheeks, water spraying everywhere. Every stroke dragged over my prostate and made my cock bounce and drip. He reached around and jerked me rough, thumb smearing pre-cum over the head.
"Fuck, yeah, take it," he growled. "Just like those free gay nifty boys getting wrecked." He fucked faster, balls slapping, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. I moaned loud, not caring if anyone heard. My ass clenched around him as he drilled deep, pulling almost all the way out then driving back in to the root.
We switched positions. He sat on the bench and I climbed on, sinking down on his cock until my ass met his thighs. I rode him hard, bouncing and grinding, my own dick slapping against his stomach. Mark leaned forward and sucked one of my nipples, teeth grazing, while his hands spread my cheeks wider. Sweat and water mixed on our skin. I came first, shooting hot cum across his chest without touching myself. My ass squeezed tight around him and he followed right after, flooding my hole with thick pulses until it leaked out around his shaft.
We didn't stop there. He flipped me onto the bench, face down, and ate my ass, tongue pushing into the cum-slick hole while he fingered my mouth. Then he fucked me again, slower this time but just as deep, one hand around my throat. When he pulled out he fed me his cock to clean, making me taste both of us. I swallowed him down until he was hard again and jerked another load onto my tongue.
By the time we finished the showers had gone cold. We rinsed off, both breathing heavy, asses and cocks sore in the best way. Mark grinned as he pulled on his clothes. "Hit me up next time you're horny from those stories. We'll make our own free gay nifty chapter."
I left the gym with his load still leaking into my shorts and a new story already forming in my head—one I'd probably jerk off to before we met again.
