Down And In
By: Giantguy
"UnnGH!"
Duane tried to concentrate, but the grunts of the guy on the squat rack kept distracting him. He reached up to the barbell for his last set of decline presses, just resting his hands on the cold metal. He looked back into the mirror, seeing the reflection of the only other guy in the gym at 1 a.m. on a Sunday.
Duane was proud of his body, honed by many late nights in the gym, and the guy he was scoping out looked solidly built as well. He looked to be late 30s, a wide back dripping sweat, making his t-shirt cling to him, showing damp stains. Duane let his eyes wander lower, admiring the way his muscled butt pushed at his sweatshorts, rounded, sweaty glutes flexing and contracting.
Duane shook it off, returned his gaze to the barbell, and slammed out another set. His chest was starting to twitch, feeling like he'd pushed it to the limit. He was done.
He went to the mats and huffed through a set of pushups, fatiguing his chest muscles to finish up his workout. He rolled over, went through a set of crunches, and then got back to his feet. He padded off to the locker room, ready to get in the shower and get the hell home.
There was the sound of running water when he came into the locker room -- somebody shooting off one hell of a piss. Duane saw the guy as he passed -- the same guy from the squat rack, holding a towel open around his waist. The guy moaned just a little bit under his breath. Duane realized the guy probably thought he was alone. He stripped off his shorts, noisily banging a locker door to make his presence known. As he went to the shower stall, he saw the guy, now with the towel slung over his shoulder, walking to the sauna, flipping the wooden door open and closing it behind him.
Duane just stared. The sight of the guy's naked ass was still burned into his brain. As the guy passed, he could smell the sweat, could practically feel the guy's body heat.
Duane took a few steps toward the sauna, then stopped. Knock it off, he told himself. You came here to work out, not to go drooling after some guy's ass. He stepped into the shower, turning the cold water on full blast. He jumped a little at the shock, but kept the water churning over his body. Even with the icy water, he could feel his cock hardening as the image of the guy's ass filled his mind.
Fuck it.
He turned the shower off, and grabbed his towel. Wouldn't hurt to look. Hell, maybe the guy wasn't even in the sauna anymore.
He went into the small wood paneled room, feeling the hot dry air on his chilled skin. The light bulb, dim to begin with, was now draped with the guy's towel.
He was still in there. Oh yeah, he was still in there.
The guy was stretched out on the upper bench of the sauna, completely bare. His ass rose high, white, beefy and rounded at the base of his muscular back. Duane stared at it as though he were mesmerized, his mouth suddenly dry. He felt his heart skip a beat.
Ignoring all the possible consequences, feeling his body move in slow motion, Duane knelt on the lower bench, his own towel dropping off. The guy's eyes were closed. Duane saw his own hand reach out, hovering over the guy's full, muscled ass, and then slowly setting onto his buns, spreading across the crack.
The guy moaned again. That was all the invitation Duane needed.
He pushed his face greedily against the guy's crack, spreading the asscheeks wide to dig his tongue into the man's tight brown hole. He could taste the sweat from the workout mixed with the man's natural musk, making his breath come faster as he lapped furiously.
The heat around him seemed intense, the water on his body steaming off. He gripped the guy's buns as he squirmed on the bench, pushing his ass back against Duane. The man's glutes seemed to be growing in Duane's hands as he pushed his tongue deep.
Duane found his head sinking in deeper to the man's crack, the firm white buns pillowing out around him, growing bigger...
Duane found his feet kicking to try and keep his footing on the bench. He realized with a shock that he was shrinking, rapidly diminishing in size as the man's musclebutt soared over him. The man flexed his glutes, capturing Duane between them as he dwindled in size... two feet... one foot ... six inches ... four inches...
Duane was still possessed with the hunger for the taste of the man's ass. He pushed his way between the guy's buns, the smooth, sweaty flesh pressing against him as the man writhed from the feeling.
Duane was still shrinking, licking the man's spasming butthole, pushing his hands inside the flexing ring.
The thought came to him in a flash. I could crawl in there.
Duane pushed his head in, feeling the muscular sphincter grab him. He squirmed one hand in and then another, feeling the slick inside of the guy's butt, hot and slippery. He kicked his legs, crawling in deeper, consumed with one desire, to get inside the musky depths of the man's ass.
He clutched at the inside walls, pulling himself in deeper, his feet finally slipping inside. The scent was all around him, making him dizzy. His body was wrapped tight in the hot, satiny flesh of the man's ass. Duane felt his own miniscule cock blowing out a wad, spurting out strings of cum in the hot, wet darkness.
The man stretched, flexing his ass cheeks together, feeling the fullness of Duane's body inside him.
Another one down.