Lycra Gym Bear Shares His Gear

Submitted by James

I was recently reading Gripper’s story about college wrestling and reminisced about one of my college experiences that I would like to share with my BuddyBate brothers.

I grew up in a very sporty family. From a young age I would go to the gym 5/6 days a week for training. The weight room was large and never very busy. It was in a local community center that had a large elderly client base and so there was never too much competition for the weights.

There was one patron who always used to catch my eye. He used to wear Lycra shorts and singlets to the gym. I had never seen them in real life before and was always mesmerized by how they made his body look. He must have been in his late 50s, salt and pepper hair, thick mustache, truly massive muscles, and a VERY full looking pouch.

His crotch was always so prominent that it was impossible not to stare. I always wished more guys wore outfits like his to the gym. It seemed so freeing and so manly. I also wish I could wear a pair, feel the tight material cling to my body.

Usually after watching him workout I would go have a sneaky wank in the locker room.

A few years later I was home on break from college when I decided to go have a lift to escape my house. Much to my delight, my Lycra wearing dad was there working up a sweat.

It was only us two in the weight room and for the first hour we kept to ourselves. Just as I was about to hit my last exercise he came over and asked if he could join and get a spotter.

I quickly agreed and we got to work. Between sets we made small talk. He told me about his life and what he was doing for work. He asked me about school and how I was liking it. His name was Greg and he was divorced (noted).

As he got up from the bench, you could see an outline in sweat of his crack and balls. He laughed and went to go grab a towel to wipe it up, but I said I didn’t care and sat down to start my last reps. He explained that the Lycra was great for mobility and that it breathed, but also sometimes left a lot of sweat if he had a good workout.

I was happy he mentioned his shorts. I had wanted to ask him about them but didn’t want to draw unwanted attention (I was still young and not yet sure of myself). I commented on how much I liked them. I told him they looked comfortable, asked him where he got his gym clothes from, and then told him I had wanted to find myself a pair since seeing him.

As we headed to the locker room he told me all about it. Where to get everything, what to look out for in terms of size and pricing. He also told me about how great they were for working out because of the “support” it provides your goods.

I was excited to not only be getting this info, but also to see this daddy undress. I wanted to see him peel off those tight layers and reveal what was hiding in that heavy looking bulge.

Slowly but surly, he pulled them down revealing a thick, bushy cock with a very large set of nuts swinging below. His cock was uncut, with a slightly brown shaft and a nice, pink head. His balls were easily twice the size of any I had seen up until that point.

As we grabbed our towels to head to the showers, he surprised me by asking if I wanted to try them on. “Yes!” I replied almost too enthusiastically.

He handed me the shorts and apologized that they were a little sweaty. I was way ahead of him though. One leg was already through and I was working my other in as he said it. I loved how tight they were, but that wasn’t the best part. They smelled so strongly of his musky sweat and I could feel the wetness on my crotch as I pulled them up. I started to chub up a little and was excited for the shower wank I was about to have.

I was remarking on how nice they felt, when he commented that it didn’t look like my package was sitting right in them. I must’ve turned beat red because he immediately followed that up with “nothing to be embarrassed about.”

He then suggested I pull my sack forward so it could be front facing and not as squished between my legs. He also instructed me to reposition my cock.

Unfortunately him acknowledging my cock made it spring up a bit. It became very difficult to position it in a way that wouldn’t be obvious.

Seeing me fumble, frantically trying to position myself, he came over, patted me on the back, and said “it’s ok, it happened to me the first few times I put them on too.”

His words put me at ease, but seeing as I was too hard for them to sit right on my body, I slowly slid the shorts off and handed them back. At this point I was nearly fully erect and my cock was beginning to leak.

Without a word he reached out and gave my cock a couple of squeezes. I stood there totally frozen, not expecting any of the events of the last hour to have unfolded. He asked if it was alright and I joked that I was going to jerk off in the showers anyways. He then motioned for me to lead the way.

The showers were divided at this gym. There were a couple bradley poles and then a few private stalls. I walked over to the open showers with Greg, my throbbing cock directing me where to go.

I had barely turned the water on when I felt Greg’s warm hands reach for my cock again. They were rough from all the weight lifting but felt good against my body. He really liked my balls and would look me in the eyes as he massaged them.

His cock was now fully erect (about 6 inches and THICK) and it gently poked into me as he wanked me off. As if he knew what I was about to ask, he said “you can touch it”.

His cock was harder than any I had ever felt. It felt hot in my hand even with the warm water flowing over us. He let out soft moans and slowly began stroking me faster.

After a couple of minutes he asked if we could rub them together, which I quickly agreed to. At first, we just let our slick helmets slide against each other. Then we positioned our shafts so that mine was on top and his was underneath, and began to wank.

His hand felt so good and I loved feeling his head rub against my ballsack. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last very long. I looked him in the eyes, barely able to speak because of how he was making me feel, and whimpered that I was about to cum.

His grip got tighter and he began to stroke us both faster. I didn’t even care that we were in public anymore because I yelled “I’m cumming” to which he replied in a gruff voice “unload on me”.

My cock began firing what felt like endless ropes of jizz. Our cocks became slick as he stroked us with my fresh load as lube. Just as I was getting too sensitive to touch, he told me he was ready.

He pulled his boner out from under mine, positioned it toward my cock, and began unleashing a firehose worth of cum all over my crotch.

I couldn’t believe how much we both shot and joked about the messy cleanup. We had a good time chatting and drying off but soon it was time to go. Before we left the locker room, Greg threw his shorts at me and told me I could keep them. I jerked off 3 more times that day while wearing them…

I was hoping to run into him again before I went back to school, but sadly it didn’t happen. Soon after my family moved and I no longer had access to that gym.

While I wish we had other opportunities to bate together, I always look back fondly on that day. It started a lifelong love of gear. And who knows, maybe Greg is a BuddyBate fan and will find me on here.

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