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We were usually the only two guys at the gym late at night, except for the old man who sat behind the counter reading a newspaper and dozing off. San Juan had been really hot that summer, and the gym wasn’t very well ventilated. I wasn’t used to the tropical heat in Puerto Rico, so I would be exhausted at the end of the day, but couldn’t fall asleep until I had made it to the gym for a workout. You could smell the layers of manly sweat from previous workouts that had seeped into all the equipment—a mix of testosterone and salt. The long hours I was putting in at my summer job made it hard to get to the gym before 9 P.M. or so, but I was in no hurry, especially once I started running into him.

All I knew about the other guy at the gym was that he was gorgeous and that I sometimes caught him looking at me mischievously when I came in. He was just my height, and slim, with a hard surfer’s body—his arms were knotted with muscles formed by paddling through the surf, and his legs were powerful from keeping his balance on the waves. His clear, brown skin was dark as a cup of coffee with a dollop of cream in it. He had straight black hair that fell in wavy locks over his forehead and down to the middle of his neck. As he would work up a sweat, he would have to keep flipping it back over his head to keep it out of his eyes. And what eyes they were. So dark they were almost black, and flashing with pent-up heat and tension, they darted around the gym, often resting on my own body as I ran on the treadmill, especially when he thought I wasn’t looking.

But I was looking, and I could feel it when he was watching me, so I would straighten up and run faster. It had been a beautiful summer, so I was tan and fit with sun-kissed blond hair from days off spent at the beach. When I knew he was stealing a glance in my direction, I would sometimes strip off my sweaty shirt and continue running so that he could see all my muscles working, and could watch the little streams of sweat running down my few chest hairs, over my stomach, past my belly button, and down my shorts. His teeth were gleaming white, like a fierce beast’s that any moment might turn to devour me. He never said hello to me, either, but sometimes he acknowledged me with a raised eyebrow as I walked past, as if inviting me for an evening of fun. There was something so sexy and dangerous about him, but I couldn’t work up the courage to say hello, so I just ran on the treadmill—and ran and ran and ran, until I was too tired to be horny. Then I’d go home and take a long, cold shower before trying to sleep in those steamy, tropical nights—lying awake, dreaming that I was working up a sweat with my new, silent gym buddy.

After a few weeks, I noticed that he was getting to the gym before me, almost as if he was waiting for me. This went on for another week or so. I’d walk in with my tank top and shorts and hop on the treadmill while he lifted some free weights in the opposite corner. He would position himself so that I had a clear view of him as he worked one muscle group after another, flexing his arms, then his torso, then his legs as he pumped and pumped and pumped iron. It made me run faster, and when I was done, I would stay to lift a couple weights, too, repeating some of the same exercises he had done so that he could see I could keep up with him if I wanted to.

Sometimes he would take off without a word, walking out into the dark, misty night before I could see which direction he headed. Sometimes I would leave first, hoping he would follow me down the block to my apartment building, but dreading to look back and see that he was not there.

He seemed to be friends with the night attendant at the gym, and it was because of this that I learned his name was Javier. Javier would joke around with the attendant, trading crass jokes in Spanish and smiling an impish little smile. I overheard one of his jokes and chuckled a little as I ran. Hearing me, Javier turned with a surprised look on his face.

“Hablas espanol?” he asked me.

I was caught, so I told the truth. “Si, un poquito.”

Javier looked at me another moment before turning back to his conversation. I kept catching him glancing back at me, though, with what I thought was a newfound appreciation.

One night after a particularly long day at the office, I strode into the gym to find Javier working out as usual. He was flexing his compact and perfectly formed biceps as he curled some weights. He had been concentrating when I arrived, but as soon as he saw me, a conspiratorial little grin curled on his lip and he put his weight down. I was about to say hello to the attendant, but I noticed that the old man was dozing off, so I just walked to the treadmill and turned it on.

Javier hadn’t started another set, so I looked up to see what he was doing. He had walked over to the attendant’s desk, had woken the man up, and was talking to him. I heard Javier tell the old man to go home and that he would close up the gym himself since the man was clearly so tired. After a little initial argument, the man acquiesced and gave Javier a key and reminded him to turn off all the lights. Javier said he would, and the man left.

As soon as he did, Javier turned to me. I had been pretending not to listen, but he knew I had been, and he said to me, “Alone at last,” in Spanish. I chuckled but went on running, smiling at him as he walked back toward his weights. He did some bench presses, and I was admiring the view as he hefted a bar loaded with weights, building up his rounded chest muscles. After a set, he sighed, and took off his shirt, saying, “Hace calor, no?”

“Yes, it’s quite hot,” I replied, grinning.

“You are American?” he asked.

“Yes, from California,” I replied.

“Ah, that is why you have a funny accent.”

I laughed a little, but kept running.

“It is okay,” he said, “I like Americans.”

“I’m so glad,” I said, smiling.

I hungrily looked at his glistening torso. He had a perfectly formed six-pack that I imagined my cum running down as I jacked off on his chest. That mocha-brown chest with a few fine black hairs around each tiny, dark brown nipple.

He did another set, and I sped up the treadmill, knowing that if I didn’t concentrate on running, I’d get a huge hard-on the minute I looked at him.

When I looked up again, I found him standing right in front of me, just in his gym shorts. He said, “I would like to use this machine, please.”

“Okay, I’ve done enough for tonight anyway. I’ll get off.”

“No,” he said, “can you show me how to use it?”

“Sure,” I said as I hopped off, “get on.”

He brushed past me, his stomach and chest gliding along my back, then stepped onto the machine.

Pointing to the start button, I said, “You just press that one there, and choose your speed.”

“Can you show me?” he asked.

“Show you?”

“Yes,” he said, “por favor, show me.”

Not knowing what else to do, I stepped back up onto the treadmill right behind him. He was standing toward the back of it, so I had to press up right against him in order to hit the button.

The treadmill ribbon started moving very slowly and we both started walking together, his back touching my front as we kept pace.

“See?” I asked. “It’s easy, and you just pick your speed.”

Before I realized what he was doing, he had spun around and hit the emergency stop button. I didn’t have time to stop walking so I crashed right into him with a big thud as my sweaty skin slapped against his, but he was ready and he caught me in his arms. My face must have registered confusion because I was about to ask a question, but before I could, his mouth was on mine and he was kissing me harder than I’d ever been kissed. His tongue was pressing into my mouth as he greedily sucked on my lips and ground his hips into my own. I kissed him back and bent slightly to place my hands on the back of his legs, then lifted him up, resting his butt on the front of the treadmill as he rubbed his ass against my crotch. His lips were a little chapped from the ocean, but their roughness felt good as I planted my own lips on them and teased his tongue with my own.

After a few moments, I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted him back up and carried him off the treadmill as his muscular legs wrapped tightly around my torso, squeezing the air out of my lungs. I could feel his cock hardening against my stomach under the nylon mesh of his shorts.

I put him down standing in front of a workout bench. I took my shirt off, then whipped his shorts down to his ankles. I was bemused to find that he hadn’t bothered wearing any underwear that night. I looked up at him and smiled, then pushed him down on the bench so that his back lay along it and his legs splayed off to either side. I took a good look at him, savoring the pungent sweaty scent of his small patch of black pubic hair. His throbbing, uncut Latin cock was hardening more each second, with a small patchwork of dark veins running along it. The pink tip of his penis was poking out from the tight foreskin, and I could just make out a tiny drop of precum shimmering as Javier got more turned on. The harder his cock got, the straighter it became until it curved only a little toward the end, like a half-formed J. It was nice and fat, and looked so juicy, I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth.

I took my hand and slowly began massaging his thighs as my tongue teased his sweaty, caramel-colored balls, nipping at them lightly with my teeth just to see him squirm. He moaned softly and bucked his hips with each new tingle of my tongue. I could feel his ass muscles flexing again and again, making a little sucking sound as his skin rubbed against the leather of the bench. Pulling back the foreskin, I took the exposed mushroom head of his cock in my mouth, then slipped my tongue under it, working it around the glans and tasting the salty tang of his prick. I had thought he was fully hard when I started working over the shaft with my mouth, but I could feel his cock swelling even more as I continued.

He moaned again, and I took it as my cue to take the entire sheath into my mouth. The soft tip of his cock poked against the back of my throat and I could feel a drop of his precum slide out from his foreskin and down my gullet. I nuzzled my face into the tuft of his pubic hair and breathed in his spicy smell, rubbing my nose deeper into the bush. I used my throat muscles to simulate swallowing, and the massage it gave his cock made Javier gasp with pleasure. Then he sat up, and placing his hands on either side of my face, he pulled my hungry mouth off his cock and kissed me deeply.

When he stopped to take a breath, he pulled me into a standing position, then slid his mouth down my body, stopping briefly at each nipple to give them a little pinch. My own cock was stirring, and I couldn’t wait for him to see how thick and fat it was getting under my shorts. Javier worked his way farther and farther down my sunburned torso, mixing pleasure with pain as he rubbed his hands along my sweaty rib cage, then ran a finger under the waistband of my shorts.

Finally he was on his knees and he reached behind me and into my shorts to cup my round bubble butt with his hands. Then he slid his hands around my legs to the front of my shorts, running his mouth along the outside of them, feeling the outline of my throbbing cock with his mouth. My rod was getting so swollen that I thought it was going to pop. I could feel the blood surging into it as it got bigger and bigger, poking down and out of the leg of my shorts where Javier was gently starting to run his tongue along the top of it, lapping eagerly at the little pool of precum that was oozing out of my piss hole.

Then he pulled my shorts down and took the entire length of my tool down his throat in a single swallow. It was all I could do not to come right then and there. He placed my hands on his head, and I ran my fingers through his thick black hair, grabbing onto it and starting to gently pump my cock in and out of his mouth.

Javier settled into the rhythm of my pumping and started forcing my cock down his throat harder and harder until I was humping his face with the intensity of a piston on a Mustang engine. Before I knew what was happening, I started to come. I tried to pull his head off my cock so I wouldn’t shoot in his mouth, but he grabbed my ass and held me there, keeping his lips firmly around the base as his tongue licked the head.

When I started to squirt, he moved his head up and down my cock with each shot of cum I sent flying down his throat. My hips bucked and my knees started to wobble with the ecstasy of release, and I must have shot nine or ten spurts into his greedy mouth.

Javier sucked every last drop out of me, then stood up, wiping his mouth with his hand and smiling at me. I pulled him into a kiss and I could taste the last remnants of my own salty load on his tongue. My cock was already starting to get hard again, but Javier’s was already there. He spun me around and pushed me to my knees, bending me over another bench onto all fours so that my stomach rested on it between my legs on one side and my hands on the other.

He started working over my asshole with his tongue, gently lapping at it and then pushing his tongue in and out of its pink softness more insistently. His tongue was slithering up and down my entire crack, pausing every so often to spit into it and get it nice and lubed.

With a final nibble on one of my white butt cheeks, he sat up so that he was kneeling behind me, and I could feel the length of his cock pressing up against my asshole as Javier dry-humped me like that for a minute, getting me nice and relaxed. I wanted him to put his cock in me so badly that I finally begged him, “Do it, shove it in, now!”

I looked behind me and saw that he was grinning, but then his face turned serious and I turned back to look in front of me as I felt him slip first the head and then the whole shaft into my ass. It was fatter than I had thought, but he eased it into me gently with a little vibrating motion. I grabbed my own cock and started to tug at it, getting more excited by the moment as I relaxed my ass muscles and let him slide all the way in. He felt the change and started pumping my ass slowly at first, and then gaining speed. When he had set pace, he started switching it up a little, first tormenting me with a clockwise twist, and then counterclockwise. He alternated his thrusting so that first he was hammering me with short, quick strokes, and then lengthening them until he was nearly pulling his cock all the way out of my ass with each stroke. It was a delicious torture, feeling him pull out and then ram his cock all the way back into me. His low-hanging balls slapped against my perineum with each thrust, the little hairs on his sack tickling my own balls.

I had never had an uncut cock fuck me before, and I tightened the muscle walls of my ass around his rod, feeling the foreskin slip back over the head of it and then cover it up again as he fucked away.

Little rivers of sweat were pouring from our bodies, and when he bent over me, rubbing his torso against my broad back and pressing his legs into mine, we both became slippery with perspiration. He humped me like that for a few seconds, and then ever so slowly pulled out of my ass.

The smile left my face as soon as he did. Why had he stopped? Did he not like it? I turned disappointedly to ask him, but he was still smiling at me, and his cock was twitching with anticipation. His smoldering brown eyes looked straight at me and he flashed me one of those feral smiles so that I shivered a little inside.

“Now you fuck me,” he said. “I can’t get off unless someone is fucking me.”

I pulled him to me and gave him a quick, hard kiss. Then I worked up some spit and let it drip from my mouth down onto my hard cock, getting it nice and greasy for him. I sat down on a weight-lifting chair and pointed my cock straight up into the air. Getting the idea, Javier walked over to me and, still facing me, slid his fuck hole ever so slowly onto my tool, looking me right in the eye the entire time.

He clasped me to him, our hard, lean bodies bumping and grinding into one another as he started to bounce up and down on my cock. He used his legs to push himself up and down, flexing his ass muscles and squeezing my long, hard rod tighter and tighter. I used my hands to guide his hips as he gyrated on my lap, massaging my tool with the fleshy walls of his sphincter.

I licked one of my hands, then wrapped it around his cock, which I started to jack off, using my fingertips to play gently with the sensitive pink tip of it. He was groaning with pleasure and stood up a little. I started shoving my cock up into him with abandon, fucking him harder and harder as I jerked his tool faster and faster. I could feel his prostate start to twitch, his balls pulled up close to his body, and his asshole constricted around my cock. Without warning, his cock started to spew jets of cum everywhere, one of them even landing on my chin, about two feet straight up from the tip of his cock. Some of his cum stayed inside his foreskin, and I used its sticky slickness to massage the head until he was completely spent.

Then, still holding myself in him, I stood up and started to pump his ass harder and harder as I supported his weight. He was moaning and seemed only half conscious, his eyelids fluttering over half-closed eyes, but he didn’t stop me, so I fucked him like that and I kept fucking him until I was ready to shoot again. Then I pulled my cock out of him, and it made a little pop as the head cleared his rosebud. I sat him down on the workout bench and jerked my cock until I was ready to come again.

I thought I had shot every last drop of cum in my body when he had been sucking me off, but I was wrong. A huge load of sperm worked its way up from my balls and surged down the length of my shaft until it exploded from my dick hole and drenched Javier’s rippling chest in jizz. It mingled with his sweat and ran in little currents along the cum gutters formed by his abs.

When I had milked every drop out, I knelt down in front of him and said, “Gracias, amigo,” with a smile.

“Por nada,” he said, returning my smile.

He pulled me into a kiss and we stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the pleasure of each other’s company as we tenderly made out.

I was the first one to stop, saying, “Shouldn’t we close up for the night?”

“Yes, I told Jose I would do it.”

“Okay, it’s getting late, and it’s so hot in here.”

“It’s hot everywhere—it’s summer and it’s Puerto Rico.”

“I know, but it’s not the weather I was talking about.”

He laughed a little at that, and we both started pulling on our clothes. I waited for him to turn out the lights, and walked out with him as he locked the door behind him. We stood for a second outside in the hot, humid night, still sweating as we pulled close to one another. I kissed him full on the lips and said, “So, I guess I’ll see you around?”

He laughed again and said, “Of course, now that I have a workout buddy, I plan to come to the gym every night.”