Freeballing At The Gym

Submitted by Jim

It was a rainy Sunday morning and I was at the gym. As I suspected that the gym was empty. that’s why I was freeballing, not wearing anything under my shorts. I like the feel of the soft flannel of my gym shorts gently moving against my loose nut sack and flaccid dick. Finished with my workout, I wipe down the bench and see a man standing by the weights. He has a few years on me, black-haired with an athletic build and a friendly smile. He introduces himself as Douglas and asks, “Would you mind spotting me?” How could I say no.

Lying on the bench he’s looking right up into my shorts. He inhales, grabs the bar and lifts. As he exhales, his warm breath rises up into my shorts and caresses my genitals. Unable to control myself, I start to stiffen and don’t stop until my horny cock is making a tent in my shorts. Is it my imagination or is Douglas’ dick starting to awaken? After a few more lifts, I help him to replace the bare and we take the opportunity to get to know each other better.

Douglas reaches up into my shorts and gently strokes my blond-haired balls before he rubs his hairy knuckles against the sensitive underside of my erection. I reach under his shorts and discover that it is my lucky day; he, too, is freeballing. I have his stiffening cock in my fist and and am impressed. I look down at his face, which is weirdly upside down, and ask, “Is a shower in order?” He grins and nods.

Inside the changing room we quickly remove everything but our shorts, leaving the best for last. I watch him step out of his shorts and he stands there beautifully naked.

Awkwardly, we look at each other. His upper chest is covered with black hair. A happy trail leads down to a dense forest out of which extends his large, thick erection. His foreskin selfishly protects his bullet-shaped cock head. I move towards him.

Gently, I retract that protective skin to expose his moist, bullet-shaped knob and rub my thumb back and forth against it. Douglas is wasting no time with my prick. One hand is firmly, but gently, wanking me, whilst his other hand fondles my cum-filled balls. I am leaking over his fingers. He takes both of our cocks into his large hand. My oozing cock head rests against that sensitive spot right under his cum holes. I reach for his large balls and press their warmth against mine. “This is going to be good, ” he whispers. We lean forward to kiss.

Under the shower we soap each other up. Douglas turns around and I soap his muscular back, then down to his hard butt. I turn around and feel his soapy across my back, then slide down to my butt and then reach between my thighs to hold my soapy balls,. His his other hand reaches around and starts to wank me. I feel his breath on the nape of my neck before he kisses me there; his hot prick throbs against the small of my back.

We rinse ourselves. I reach for the soap dispenser and apply soap to his large, hairy balls. Then I attend to that beautiful manhood, moving the foreskin up and down his meaty cock head. Douglas soaps my blond-haired nuts into a lather, as his other hand gives my oozing prick a loving wank. We lean forward under the shower stream and kiss. Douglas takes hold of our two excited cocks.

Our precum mixes with the soap to create a lubricant that’s made to order for our throbbing pricks. They respond accordingly, straining against each other in the security of Douglas’ stroking fist. I wrap my thumb and forefinger around our swollen cock heads and wank the foreskin back and forth against those sensitive knobs. I look at his handsome face and we smile, then kiss under the shower stream.

I grab hold of his hips and pull them towards me so our aching balls touch. Our breathing increases as does the tempo of Douglas’ fist increases. His thick, hot cock is a comfort against mine. It leaks precum over my cock head that is rubbing against his sensitive spot. Gasping for air, we are at the brink.

Our pricks swell against each other and then explode. We shoot up like geysers between our chests, spurting again and again. Out tongues reach out to to taste our warm cum as Douglas’ wanking hand drains our balls of all their semen. Only when our breathing returns to normal can we finally kiss, and then kiss again.

“That was good, wasn’t it?,” Douglas says, his voice low and calm. I have to bite my lip from laughing. I know this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.

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