I Was the Biggest Slut at One of the Cruisiest Gyms in NYC
Cum find me at the Crunch on 19th St.
By Zeke Miller
I was a slut working at the Crunch Fitness in Chelsea. I’m talkin’ dick-sucking, no gag-reflex slut who took cock like it was my goddamn job. In a way, it was my job. That specific Crunch on 19th St. is one of the cruisiest in the world, and as someone who worked there, I had to do my part in making all the members feel welcomed—very, very welcomed.
There wasn’t a single day that passed when I didn’t feel like a kid in a candy store. I’d go to the bathroom to check on the fresh meat after they got out of the showers. I ogled as they applied lotion. I’d see if they had sculpted abs, huge dicks, heavy ball sacks, and hairy asses. I’d pretend to be restocking towels, but really, I was admiring the length and girth of each cock that came in my line of sight. If they had a nice dick, I would flash my juicy Black ass to them.
They usually responded by lingering naked. That’s how I knew they wanted me. I’d then let them touch me anywhere. Do whatever they want to me. I loved being the innocent boy at the front desk, without any of my coworkers knowing what I was doing behind closed doors.
Despite my many, many slutty afternoons, there was one in particular that will forever live in infamy—that solidified my title as Sluttiest Slut of All the Motherfucking Sluts.
One Friday afternoon, I was seemingly restocking towels, when really, I was eyeing my next target. At the end of the lockers, I saw him: a Dominican finance bro undressing and heading to the steam room. I quickly took off my clothes and wrapped a towel around my waist. The tiny towel could barely fit around my thicc ass. As I walked in, I saw two brolic men emerging from the showers with veins popping in every muscle. Both were adjusting their towels while one wiped cum from his beard. My God, I wish I was in the shower with them, I thought.
Inside the sauna, our eyes met. I looked at his full lips and muscular frame. His eyes were fixed on me, and he touched his abdomen, then readjusted his towel, showing off just how large he was.
Slowly, he opened his legs, and there it was: that juicy dick. A smile spread across his lips as he said, "You wanna suck it?" I nodded and began sucking—slowly and deeply. After a moment, I walked out of the sauna and mouthed, "Follow me." We walked through the locker room to the private bath stalls.
I ripped his towel so that I could suck on his joystick again. That cut dick was speaking to me—reciting poetry—whispering sweet nothings into my ears. We started slowly, but he wanted it rough. He thrusted his dick into my mouth, and I took every last inch of him. He had a muscular bubble butt that I held onto for dear life as I sucked. When I tried to finger his hole, he removed my hand and said, "Just suck Papi’s dick."
Grabbing my head, he fucked my mouth. "Fuck, I'm cumming," he whispered as he bit his lip. I felt him bust his load deep down my throat. Then, without a word, he wrapped his towel around his waist and walked away.
I cleaned myself off and headed out of the stall. When I saw him in the locker room, he gave me a note with his phone number. “Text me if you are free tonight,” he said.
I didn’t think I would; I figured everything I was looking for was right here.
I returned to the sauna to see a guy relaxing on a bench. He looked like one of those old, straight men who’d been working in politics for decades but secretly had a dominatrix fetish. Since his usual dungeon was closed for the day, he decided to get his rocks off at a cruisy gym. Gender didn’t matter to him—he just wanted some kinky sex. I could get into it.
When I sat down on the bench, he flashed me a creepy grin.
“How are you?” I asked.
“I’m good, just had a long meeting at work. I’m trying to relax my mind before going back.”
I knew a way he could relax. I took off my towel to show him my dick.
“Hey man, why not follow me to the showers real quick,” he said. He walked, and I followed. After closing the shower curtain, he smiled and slowly jerked my cock. I didn’t find him attractive, but that somehow made everything hotter. Since I was hard as a motherfucker, I thought he would go down on me, but instead, he grabbed my penis and shoved it into his hole. He was tight, and I didn’t want to rip my dick off trying to fuck him. Even though he had no ass to begin with, I pretended like he was the sexiest bottom in the world. Well, only for a moment. After a few thrusts, I was over it and pulled out. “Oh baby, that was so good,” he said while giving me a kiss.
I guess that was all he needed because he quickly left, leaving me hard as a rock with nowhere to dump my cum.
Crazy thing? That was my first time topping someone. With my thicc ass, I always had been a bottom. I drive the boys mad. I made a note to myself: I will only top someone if I’m really horny, and well, if they’re hot.
Leaving the showers, I saw another man, clearly cruising. He was a buff Black dude with tattoos, Mohawk, and pierced nipples. “How's it going, man?” he asked.
He whipped out his nine-inch cock, like one of those DawgpoundUSA pornstars, and his dick began twitching on its own. I straddled up beside him and stroked it. Then I swallowed that monster cock whole. He gave a hard throat thrust. I gagged and pulled away; it was just so big. “Sorry,” I whispered, saliva everywhere.
“Oh no, baby, that mouth can do wonders on this dick.” He stroked it as I kissed his cum gutters and licked his nipple piercings. My tongue flickered on and off like a light switch. I stopped for a moment to take him in. He was enjoying absolutely everything.
He mouthed, “Come with me.” We walked back to that familiar stall, and when I locked the door, he gave me the I’m-going-to-fuck-the-shit-out-of-you look.
My hand pinched his chin softly to bring his face to mine, and our lips touched. While kissing, my hands slightly massaged his nipples, going around in circles as his dick throbbed against my legs. His cock was itching to get in my ass. After the long smooch, I went down on my knees to suck his fattie. He grabbed my shoulder: “I don’t want to cum yet.”