F*cking With AJ Sloan: Locker Room Sex May Quite Literally Be the Best Sex

September 29, 2023
AJ SLOAN

The gym without a doubt is one of the cruisiest cruise locations of all time. So much so that the Village People created an anthem all about the joys of gym sex, an anthem that hoards of breeders and their snot-nosed kinder-straights belt in unison at almost every sporting event, stupid straights. From handjobs in the heat of the sauna to full-on pole-in-hole f*ckery in the showers, we’ve all busted a load or 2 (hundred) post-workout pump. Today I am going to share one of my own that quickly escalated into a man-on-man-on-man memory that will live rent-free in my shamelessly slutty mind for as long as I live, and then some.

To set the tone, I used to be a member of one of the sluttiest gyms that I have ever experienced, where one could get in a solid pump followed by a pump and dump in the locker room. It was truly next-level NSFW action straight out of porn. Over half of the men at the gym had f*cked each other at one point or another, a true community cumming together. And it wasn’t just the members; the locker room attendants (plural) were not only 110% down for the daily debauchery but often orchestrated it like the heathens that they were, God bless them.

This one particular day I was post-workout steaming as all gays do, and everyone in there was revved for some action. This one peach-bottomed bottom and I started to eye-f*ck each other, followed by the universally known DTF dick-grab. I slowly got up to head to a shower stall (out of the six, at least half were always occupied by two dudes going at it), and within seconds Peach Bottom joined me, immediately assuming cock-eating position and having at it.

With my cock now rock-f*cking-hard, I spun him around, burying my face between those peachy cheeks of his. I could feel that sweet hole of his expanding to welcome my tongue into it like the hospitable bottom that he was. Between the shower water traveling down his back and in between his cheeks and my savage-like ass-eating state I could barely breathe and couldn’t have cared less.

I rose to my feet, kissing up his tattooed back as I ascended, and began teasing his eager hole with my ever-ready cock. It wasn’t but a few moments and pokes before I slid into him like a warm spoon through room-temp butter. The first few pumps were nice and slow, but I quickly realized that he could not only take a proper pounding but was nonverbally begging for it as he ardently pushed that ass of his back on my dick, making that clap down around my dick with every thrust. No, there was nothing discrete about the noises coming from that shower stall.

With absolutely no warning, a third dude, a muscle daddy hung to the heavens, appeared next to me with a shocked and excited look on his face. This was not exactly his doing, as I could see the face of the locker room attendant who had shoved Muscle Daddy into our stall mischievously grinning from the other side of the half-open curtain. No, I did not slow down or lose tempo. Not even when Muscle Daddy squatted behind me to eat my ass will I f*cked Peach Bottom. Said attendant only watching for a few seconds before closing the curtain like the goddam ally he was.

It was not too long before I felt Muscle Daddy swap out his tongue for his throbbing dick, sliding into me which sent jolts of joy from my prostate through my penis. That’s right, we were now man-stacked like slutty legos, Muscle Daddy’s cock in my butt while my cock was happily pounding away at Peach Bottom, our parts moving like the pistons of a well-oiled f*ck machine.

With action like this, it would be a shame not to have an audience. Luckily for the three of us, our friendly locker room attendant rejoined us, this time in the shower stall with his dick out, slightly off to the side to avoid the shower. He stroked his hard cock while we took turns playing with his balls and ass, the three of us still f*cking away. Within a minute, the attendant shot his protein all over the three of us, creating a domino effect of shooting our own loads into one another. Freshly showered in cum, I almost immediately shot my load into Peach Bottom. My asshole must have spasmed around Muscle Daddy’s cock in the nicest of ways because he was full-body orgasming seconds afterward, his shaking body pressed up against my backside.

A good gym buddy always reciprocates a spot, and Muscle Daddy and I were not going to be so rude as to not milk out Peach Bottom’s load. In a good display of teamwork, we each stuck a finger in his now juicy and dripping hole and took turns making out with him. Load #4 shot out from him in no time, and we all took a moment to share our post-nut afterglow before making our way to our own shower stalls while our maestro returned to work.

I truly hope that you not only enjoyed this story of sexcapades past but that it inspired your inner-ho to come out and play. A very wise elder-gay once said that the one thing that you will never regret in your golden years is having had too much sex. Now go out and have some epic gym sex worthy of an entry in your own dick-diary, fellow Christians! Blessed be...

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