Miguel... The First Time. From the podcast Mr. Brooks: Lock..
🕑 Added 2023-04-19 19:01:25 +0000 UTC
Miguel... The First Time. From the podcast Mr. Brooks: Locker Room Confessions So I worked in a gym for several years...I saw a lot of things... At the time, I had just begun to accept who and what I was. Saying 'I'm gay' wasn't something that quite rolled off the tongue yet. I had been the type of person who kept his head low and worked really hard. I got moved to the closing shift at my gym and that's where the story kind of started. I was always very by the book. I followed all the rules. The only problem was that nobody else did. For anonymity's sake I am gonna be vague on certain details. Members at the gym would become very upset with me because they were used to getting things free that we actually were supposed to charge for. I had a hard time with this because it felt wrong to charge some people for the extra services and not others. I was just beginning my shift one evening when in comes this man who I will refer to as Miguel. He was gorgeous to me, smooth skin like brown sugar...tattooed sleeves adorning his pretty massive arms...everything on him was well built. He looked like the type of man who earned a living off of his callused vascular hands. He had deep dark brown eyes and thick eyebrows that seemed to glare into my soul threatening to reveal all my secrets lol. I was intimidated by his rough exterior. And even more intimidated when he became upset with me because I wouldn't give him the aforementioned service for free...I politely explained that I would be more than happy to give it to him today, however I'd have to enroll him in the service in order to keep providing it in the future. He called me a rude name in Spanish and walked away. I didn't think much of it...as I was used to people getting upset by me following the rules. The next time that I saw him, and he asked for the service and I began to explain the rule, he went off on me. Claimed that I was discriminating against him personally. I thought he was getting ready to kick my ass but he went into my manager Jame's office ...who happened to be working late. I could hear him yelling about me. James, to his credit, stuck up for me...said I was doing everything the right way. Miguel had calmed down by the time he came back out. He approached me, almost embarrassed... "I owe you an apology, I've been having a rough time and, I shouldn't have... taken my anger out on you." He said. I was really surprised by his change in disposition...I replied with a silly "Dude, you're all good...the company pays me per insult...call me a b*tch again, I'm saving for a house bro!" And for the first time I saw him smile...I was taken aback...It was stunning. I literally wanted to cry as I watched his usually tense face transform into one of the kindest. His eyes glittered catching the light. I was taken instantly. My awkward, sometimes quick wit, just became awkward, as I stumbled over my words. Over time we became gym friends. He would stop and talk to me on the way in, and on the way out from his workout. He even began staying extra late to make sure I made it to my car okay, which I really appreciated as our gym was in a rougher part of town. He was very slow to open up...I got the feeling he didn't really talk much to anyone about anything real. He had two boys one about my age and the other almost about to turn 18. He seemed almost lonely. Anytime he would become excited or show too much genuine emotion ...he would kinda just shut down and dismiss himself to go workout shortly after. He would always brag about his women though. He talked a lot about the women he was 'dating' (stand in for banging). He would always say they one hit and they were addicted to his cock. One day he asked me if I was dating any girls. And I told him I was single; not wanting to be forthright. And he said "Why? You're a good looking guy, you can get tons of girls." I deciced fuck it. I told him that I'm not into girls. That I was into guys. Confusion washed his face, and the conversation got really awkward before he dismissed himself to workout. As he walked away though, he did something he had never done before... He looked back. Some time after, it was another closing shift for me, and Miguel had come to workout...as the night went on and I began to close the gym, I realized that I hadn't seen him leave. I did my walk through making sure the place was empty. When I got to the locker room I heard a shower running... Now, Miguel never showers. I walk in and call out that we're closed in a loud voice. But hear no answer...no body movement. It sounds to me like the shower water is hitting nothing as it makes its way to the floor. It's not uncommon for people to leave the showers running and just leave. I approach with caution though...calling out with no response till finally I knock on the shower's glass door. No response. I slowly crack the shower door open and find Miguel inside. Creamy suds melting off his perfect body. It all happens in slow motion. I get a view of his ass, round and yet firm, the V of his back. And without warning he turns toward me and I get my first glimpse of his massive and hard cock. It has to be a solid 8" and thick...his balls were plump and hung low in the steaming shower. I was too stunned to move. "Oh shit!" he says as he sees me putting his hands over his dick to cover himself. I back up not forgetting to pick my jaw up and take it with me. I waited for him to finish showering...It was well after closing by this time and he wasn't coming out. I was so nervous. I didn't want to face him...but I couldn't just leave him in the gym either. Finally I heard him call my name "Hey I forgot my towel...Can you bring me one?" ...! I grabbed a towel and brought it to him making sure to keep my eyes turned away from him. I went into the locker room and he's standing there completely naked. I met his eyes and there was a dangerous lure to them. He looks nervous. I am terrified, but growing more aroused. The more Miguel and I had become acquainted, the more my fantasies about him would overtake me during the day. And here we were, face to face. He was still almost fully hard. His balls seemed to hang impossibly low and glistened under the fluorescent light. I was staring at this point and when I found his eyes again there was a definite mischievous smile there. My inner voice said 'fuck it'. I walked over to him, swallowing hard, a deafening thunder coming from my chest. Our lips touch first. He kissed me with a tenderness that I hadn't felt before and didn't expect from someone like him. His coarse facial hair and the absolute smoothness of his lips have my dick throbbing at this point. And I try to stay quiet but as it moves from my lips to my neck I start to moan in pure ecstasy. Those vascular hands are exploring my body gripping me in places I didn't know needed his undivided attention. I begin to undress. And when I pulled my cock out...He was floored. I am used to this reaction because I am a big guy myself...Longer than Miguel but I think he's got some girth over me. He just kinda stared at my cock watching it pulse and throb for him. And then slowly his lips touched ever so lightly against the tip. He's in disbelief and so was I. I couldn't believe this was happening. He just sat there lips barely touching the tip...almost as if he's afraid to move further... like if he doesn't actually taste it, then it didn't really happen. He's panting, the warm air from his mouth and the softness of his full lips almost driving me to madness. Finally I feel his tongue... warm, and wet, and inexperienced. It caused my whole body to shiver. The head he's gave me is awesome. He began to test his limits on how much of it he can take in. It's his turn now, I drop to my knees and begin to work on that uncut piece of meat. He moans loudly telling me how much he loves it. Gasping at how deep I can take it. I focus on his balls too. They mesmerize me. Heavy and soft, I play with them in my mouth applying some light pressure. Again he gasps and laughs in disbelief, like almost nobody had ever done that to him before. He stands me up kissing me again tongue deep inside my mouth "let me fuck you" he said. I know I shouldn't have. But I wasn't thinking straight. We went back to the shower...he lubed himself with his own spit, some of mine and soap. I am usually a top...but Miguel had me... I was scared but he was good. He knew how to work his size...sliding in slowly and working up to a nice rhythmic pounding. I had never bottomed for someone who I cared for like Miguel. It made the pain pleasurable. The intensity in his stare was more concerned and caring than its usual hostile overtone. After a while I could feel his thrusts start to become more erratic, his balls tightened up close to his body. He pulled his kiss away involuntarily and drew in a deep breath. His eyes glazed over, and his mouth dropped open. I knew what was about to happen. "aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHWWWRRRRRR!" He called out as he unloaded deep inside of me. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" again and again with each pump. "AH, AH, AH... AH... AH" He writhed and jerked as he pumped me full of his milk. Once he gained control he leaned back in and kissed me again moaning the whole time letting out a little yell as the pleasure would jolt back through his body in short bursts. "mmmmnnn...AH....mmmnnn...AH". Miguel didn't look me in the eye as I worked to get my self off. But I paid attention to how he held me. How his hands still explored my body post nut clarity. How he still softly kissed my neck and shoulders and whispered "That's it babe." As I came. And how he washed me with gentle care after we both were finished. We showered and got dressed, walking out the door as if nothing happened. That was the first time...it was not the last. Deepest gratitude for your time. -J. Brooks
