Love at first sight/ Lust at First Sight
After work yesterday I went to the grocery store and when I came out my car made a funny noise when I put it in gear. There is a transmission repair business about a mile or two away so I drove straight there. They were about to close but when I described the noise the man said it might be the transmission.
“Leave the car and we’ll check it out in the morning. If you live close by I can drop you off,” he offered. I accepted.
I live in a gated apartment complex so I walked from the road to my building with five bags of groceries. Working at the fitness center I didn’t have a problem with the weight; the problem was the flimsy plastic bags. I was standing in my parking spot picking up cans when my neighbor got home. I explained what happened as he handed me a cloth grocery bag he kept in his car. I told him I would walk or ride my bike to work since it was only about a mile.
“In the rain?” he asked and then he told me about the heavy thunderstorms that were on the way. He offered to give me a ride to work but he was leaving more than an hour before the gym was open for business. I was opening in the morning so I had to be there early anyway. I thanked him and told him yes.
As my chicken cooked I packed extra clothes and shoes. I usually change if I get really sweaty working with a client so carry several sets of clothes. I set my alarm so I could get a shower before work and then I sat down to eat.
It was still dark when I walked outside the next morning. What fool goes to work at 4:45am every day, I thought as I thanked my neighbor for the ride. The gym opened at 6am and I always thought that was mighty early. Fortunately I didn’t have to do the opening very often. My coworker Jason was an early bird and he loved to open. The reason I was opening? Jason was on vacation.
I slid my ID/ security card in the reader at the back door and thankfully it opened. I swiped the card again inside and entered the pin to turn off the alarm. It didn’t work so I did it again so the police weren’t called by the alarm company. The light turned green and I averted a crisis. The first order of business was to clean up the puddle left by my raincoat and umbrella. I pulled a couple extra door mats over so nobody would slip. We had some extra mats for the customer entrance as well. With gym bag in hand I clocked-in and then I headed for the locker room to dry my bare feet and put on my socks and shoes.
Only the night lights were on but as soon as I entered the gym there was heavy man musk lingering. There were weight plates by some of the benches and dumbbells on the floor. I silently cursed the night crew for not cleaning before leaving. I was about to pick up a set of dumbbells when I heard a deep groan that scared the shit out of me. Looking over the half wall dividing the section I saw my boss, the man who owned the gym, sitting on a bench. During business hours the man was always professionally dressed in a long sleeve shirt and tie with tailored slacks but there he was shirtless with a couple days growth of beard.
I knew he was a big muscular man but I had no idea his physique was that big. I stood there frozen in place gawking and adjusting my hardening cock. I trembled when I saw him reach up and rub his traps. His arm flexed and I felt lightheaded. He rolled his head and tried to stretch out the muscle and my jaw dropped seeing his muscles flex when he rolled his shoulders. Still barefoot I padded over and stood behind him. He looked up and our eyes met in the mirror.
“Where is Jason?” he asked. I felt the vibrations of his voice travel right through me.
“On vacation boss,” I managed to say. My hands began to knead his traps. He groaned and I pulled away. “Sorry,” I said quietly.
“No, continue,” he ordered.
Not only was there tension in his traps, his muscles were rock hard. I had taken some courses in massage therapy before my funds ran out and I had to get a job. I knew that massaging fat older women wasn’t my thing so it wasn’t a big loss. I was eighteen at the time but what does a guy know when he’s eighteen? I was encouraged to become a personal trainer and once certified for a couple years I moved to this gym because the pay was better and it was closer to home. He rolled his right shoulder so I moved to his traps and delts on that side.
“Face down on the bench,” I ordered and then I attacked the problem with everything I had. I needed my special Quartz Crystal Massage-Acupressure Tool but that was at home. I was so intent on the deep tissue massage I didn’t hear him whispering ‘oh fuck, oh fuck’ repeatedly. I felt the muscle release and I straightened. By using the Muscle Release Technique, I was able to work towards breaking down the knotted tissue some therapists call scar tissue. When you break the knot the muscles are lengthened and circulation is increased. This, in turn, cuts down on the inflammation so permanent healing can take place. I didn’t realize that I was drenched with sweat and there was a huge wet spot on my shorts from leaking pre-cum.
The boss pushed himself up to sit on the bench and faced me. His hands went to my hips and stopped me from tripping over my own feet. He looked like he wanted to suck my cock and drink my cum.
“You liked that didn’t you?” he said quietly as his thumbs extended and stroked my hard shaft. I couldn’t say a word. “I liked it too,” he said as he pulled my shorts and jock down to my knees. He stood and his cock tented his gray sweats. He rubbed his cock against mine and I almost came. “I hope you have a change of clothes because we both need a shower. We’ll shower together and then get ready to open.”
“Sir?” I said not believing my ears.
“Ted, my name is Ted when nobody else is around otherwise it is Mr. Brown or Mr. Ted. Don’t call me sir. Sir is my grandfather,” he chuckled. He led me back past the business offices to a private area I had never been in since the door was always locked. He put two fingers in a fingerprint scanner and the lock clicked open. He guided two fingers of my right hand to the scanner and typed a code into the keypad. He closed the door and the lock opened when I put my fingers against the scanner again.
“What? Why?” I asked.
“So my personal massage therapist has access.”
Behind that door was a small apartment. There was a tiny kitchen about 5X7 feet with a wide eating counter jutting into the living room. The counter acted like the dining room table or a buffet bar. Next to the living room was a 20X25 bedroom with a luxurious bathroom and a walk in closet. He went and started the shower. As it steamed up the room he came out and stripped me naked.
“Your turn,” he said. My hands trembled removing his shoes, socks, and sweatpants. I left the jock for last. I looked up as I slowly lowered the stretch material over the huge rod and low hanging balls. The myth of big muscles and tiny cock was disproven again. He smiled down at me and rubbed his leaking uncut cock on my lips. I opened my mouth to take him in but the instant my tongue touched his pre-cum he lifted me to my feet. “Shower,” he said. The word dripped of sexual innuendo.
We didn’t have to trade places to get wet. There were multiple showerheads as well as a ceiling rain maker. He put soap in my hand and then brought my hand to his chest. I started to scrub with both hands until he grabbed my wrists and pressed the palms of my hands against his erect nipples. He rotated my hands in small circles and his nubs seemed to get harder. He moved his hands down to my cock and balls. I groaned and he pulled us cock to cock.
“I am so fucking turned on,” he whispered in my ear. “Would you suck my cock while I suck yours?”
“Fuck yeah,” I hissed.
I found myself stretched out on the tile floor being pelted by rain. Ted knelt above my head, bent, and licked the side of my neck. He continued down my body and paused when my lips surrounded one of his nipples. He hissed when I lightly clamped on with my teeth and stretched it away from his chest. There was a growl and the giant slab of pec meat flexed against my face. He rubbed his pecs across my face and then attacked my hard cock. With his balls on my chin the view of his tremendous physique was blocked. He lifted his hips and his big uncut cock hovered over my lips. His tongue on my shaft caused and open mouthed gasp from me and he threaded his cock past my gag reflex and into my throat. He thrust his cock deeper and suddenly his pubes were against my nose. I inhaled the powerful man musk I smelled when I first walked into the gym only this was a hundred times stronger. It wasn’t stink, it was an aphrodisiac.
He lifted his hips as he bobbed on my cock bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I gagged the next time he hit the back of my mouth with the tip of his cock. I wrapped my hands around his shaft to limit his penetration but what he was doing to my cock was making my cum rise. I could feel my balls lifting and preparing to shoot. I was at the point of no return when my mouth was deluged with salty hot cum. I swallowed what I could and the rest was washed away. Ted was grunting and slurping up every bit of my seed. He rolled to his back and let out a sigh of satisfaction.
It seemed like I lay there for hours but I’m sure it was more like minutes before we were washing again. I pulled clean clothes out of my gym bag. I usually change if I get really sweaty working with a client but we hadn’t even opened and I was on my second set of clothes. Ted emerged from the walk-in closet sharply dressed.
“I hope you don’t take advantage of what just happened,” he said holding my shoulders. “Work is work and play is play. Don’t mistake one for the other.”
We opened the doors one minute late and as soon as the lights were on and the curtains opened the early people, who were waiting in their cars, ran for the front door. The one time I saw Ted during my shift he didn’t even look at me. At first I was angry and then I knew he was teaching me how to act around my coworkers.
The next morning I rode my bike to work and as I went to disarm the alarm I saw that it wasn’t active. Mr. Brown must have disarmed it to work out, I thought.
“You’re early,” Ted remarked as I turned. Two hours before opening as a matter of fact. To think just yesterday I thought my neighbor was crazy for going to work before dawn. Four AM is practically the middle of the night.
“Early to bed early to rise… I couldn’t sleep.” I admitted. I walked right by him. He deserved the same treatment he gave me yesterday. He grabbed my arm and suddenly we were chest to chest with my back against the wall.
“You aren’t on the clock so I assume that you are here for play time,” he said with a smile. His manly musk surrounded us like a cloud. He was hot and sweaty and I noticed the lights on one of the treadmills so he had been doing aerobics but he was pumped enough to have used the weights as well.
“This is harder than I thought it would be. It’s like being Jekyll and Hyde.”
“I believe that everyone’s personal life should be private. The news doesn’t report on every date between a man and a woman and customers wouldn’t care if you were dating Maria in the juice bar. You probably would say it is none of their business. But if you were not doing your job so you and Maria could talk all day you’d be fired. Society still looks down on relationships between two men.”
“I see your point but…”
“No but’s. At work you work and I work; at play we play.”
“Is a massage work or play,” I asked as I tweaked his right nipple.
“Foreplay,” he answered while rubbing my cock through my pants.
“MMMMmmmmmm!” I moaned.
I couldn’t believe I was standing next to the king size bed naked looking down at Ted’s huge physique. He wanted a Swedish massage and I considered Swedish massage useless. To me it was a skin massage because you didn’t get down deep into muscle. A touchy-feely massage the gals with no strength give to other women. To me it was like putting suntan lotion on someone. I sat on the small of his back facing his feet so I could do his legs and then I turned and did his back.
“Man that is the roughest Swedish massage I ever had,” he said as he turned to his back between my legs. Our cocks crashed into each other. He pulled my body down to his chest. “I never do this,” he began. “I never mix personal relationships and work. I thought yesterday was going to be a one of, but then I brought you back here and gave you the means to invade my personal life. Last night I deleted your finger scan. This morning I regret I did that. Then you came to work even earlier. I knew you wanted to play. That’s why we’re in bed. What did you say? It’s like being Jekyll and Hyde. I could almost dump a load of cum from you being this close. This doesn’t happen to me. I have toys that call me master. They love when I dominate them but I could never do that with you.”
I did a push-up locking my arms and looking down on him. He seemed surprised. “I would be out of here if you did,” I said earnestly.
“I know,” he whispered. “You are not a toy. You drive me crazy and I have no control over how I feel. I have no control over you. It’s like I am at your mercy but you don’t want to control me either. In public I am you lord and master, your boss, but when I saw you with a customer yesterday… I had these feelings. It wasn’t jealousy or rage or anger… it was pride. Does that make sense?”
I brought my knees up and sat on his abs. His cock poked me in the back.
“I was going to sneak in this morning and watch you work out from the shadows. Seeing you muscles bulge turns my inside to jelly.” I ran my fingers up his arms, over his delts and traps, and down to his huge pecs. A shiver went through his body. “I felt that!” I chuckled. “That’s what happens to me when I see you flexing… even bending your arm to rub your traps.”
With both hands on his pecs I bent down and quickly kissed him on the lips. His eyes widened and he gasped. I tried to bolt and I actually had one foot on the floor before my body boomeranged back on top of him only now I was straddling his thigh instead of his waist. He took my face in his hands and he tenderly kissed me. I was dizzy and breathless. I hovered there looking in his eyes. I never believed in love at first sight but what else could explain what I felt. I never made out with a man before. Sometimes he was in control but sometimes he submitted to me. We were rolling across the bed touching, feeling, kissing, and humping cocks against skin when the alarm went off. I jumped to my feet not knowing what was happening.
Ted was laughing all over himself when he saw my face.
“Time. We just have time to shower before we open the doors,” he said as he stood and took me into his arms.
For the next two weeks I was hardly ever at home. I would leave work early in the afternoon, eat, sleep, and return to the gym after closing. My friends knew I was in love because I wasn’t going out with them to party. My excuse was being at work for 5am. They just shrugged and said ‘right.’
Ted and I talked about Jason returning and I came up with ten ways to avoid Jason in the morning. The best option seemed to be to leave before Jason came to work. Ted suggested I stay in the apartment and walk around the building when it was time to be at work. I just knew our relationship would become public.
Jason came back from his vacation and he was married. He gave Ted his notice because he was moving to Las Vegas. He already had a job out there so Ted suggested he should pack his things and go rather than wish he was with his new wife and be miserable at work. Jason seemed very grateful but not as grateful as I was. Ted told him that I had been doing an adequate job of opening but not as good as what Jason had been doing. Jason offered to train me but Ted said that wasn’t necessary.
Ted gave Jason a nice bonus as a wedding present and we never saw him again.
Eventually word got out that we were an item but by then I was more comfortable with being together with Ted in public. Ted had three circles of friends. The first was a Harley motorcycle club; the second was a group of bodybuilders and muscle studs who were married (married guys that we were straight or bisexuals), bisexuals, and gay. And lastly there was a group that was rather wealthy. I called them the Country Club Set and they were the hardest to win over. Ted didn’t care for the fundraiser parties they held but he could have that attitude with what he was worth from his real estate investments. He owned several strip malls like the one where the gym was located.
A couple of them began with a Wal-Mart as the anchor store. When Wal-Mart started moving to buildings they owned and not renting from a mall the small businesses began to close because of the lack of traffic. Ted bought one mall and turned it into “The Everything Wedding Mall.” The Wal-Mart became the reception hall/ catering center and the small stores in the mall rented tuxedos, sold wedding and bride’s maid’s dresses, limo rentals that also had horse drawn carriages and a even a Cinderella pumpkin carriage. There was a bakery for wedding cakes, florists sold flowers, and there was a store for wedding invitations. The old grocery store became a pub and steak house that could hold small receptions or rehearsal dinner parties, bachelor parties or even bridal showers. There were a couple café’s with sidewalk tables and even an ice cream shop. A group of hairdressers worked only weekends at the spa and nail salon so the wedding party and out of town guests could get their hair styled before the wedding. Many of the Country Club Set had fundraising galas that were held at the reception hall. Ted donated the space but charged a cleaning fee. They could bring in caterers or use Ted’s people.
Another small mall had a Harley dealership and the small stores in that mall sold everything from leathers to boots. Another store sold blue jeans. There was an auto repair shop, car AC shop, an auto store, a burger shop, and beer joints where bikers would hang out.
The gym mall where I worked still had a grocery store, furniture rentals, and a couple fast food places that had been there for years. A GNC was opening and a clothing store for bodybuilders was doing a roaring business. They carry everything from business suits for athletic men to tiny thongs. A health food restaurant was opening in the space that once held the storefront church and the local hospital is opening a rehab center next door to the gym.
With all that Ted owned I didn’t have to work but I did. I moved out of my apartment after Ted expanded the residence at the gym. Part of the huge bedroom became a hallway that led to the new section, I got the old walk-in closet and Ted built a closet almost as big as the bedroom for his clothes. We now have a gourmet kitchen, a dining room, a home movie theater, and three guest bedrooms with baths, a library, and a new living room. The garage was once the Garden Center for the old K-Mart and it houses our Harley’s my new pickup truck and Ted’s small car collection of a Model A and Jeep Wrangler, to a Bentley, Ferrari, and a Corvette. Okay there is also an Escalade and a Lincoln for everyday use.
I can hardly believe I’m living this lifestyle but if it was all gone tomorrow it wouldn’t matter as long as I was with Ted. To think I have all this because I walked up and massaged Ted’s shoulders a couple years ago is just incredible.
It was truly love at first sight.
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