Free late night phone sex

Between the two of us we decided that no one else was coming in. "Our little secret." I tossed the keys on the counter in front of me. Now I gotta go." I smiled, tossed him his coat from the peg beside the cell phone rack."Just saw one guy heading into the showers," Eric said, rounding the corner from the back room. "J would kill me if he found out I left without setting the alarm. "Tell Cherie I said hi." "Fuck you," he said, pulling his coat on as he walked to the door."You fuck this up or lose those keys and I'll string you up on the climbing wall." "Happy Thanksgiving." He waved his middle finger over his shoulder until the door closed behind him. J was a great guy and we all liked him, but he didn't compensate his full time trainers as well as he might, and that meant some of the guys needed to find creative ways to supplement their income. A few months earlier I had caught him giving one of his more affluent customers what he called the "Stress Relief Package." It was, essentially, a post-workout happy ending.

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I didn't understand everything he said at first, but then he made his offer. His dick was long and perfectly straight, and it matched the long, lean hardness of the body beneath the hair that ran in a thin line from his chest and flared out at his navel.

I'll snap a few pictures for them in an out of the way spot and maybe let them sneak a few of their own.

There are still slow days, though, especially around the holidays.

Some of the regulars thought it should have been life, but rumor had it the guy grew up with J, so a year it was. His name was Aaron and he always seemed happy to see me when he came in. That staunched the flow of regulars bleeding out the door, and then a few started coming back. Then the local paper caught wind of it, wrote a little culture piece with interviews that applauded J's Gym for its "stand against the ubiquity and invasiveness of cell phone use in public places".

Just a nice guy who made a bad decision while his dick was hard. He had a nice piece and he took his time soaping up. J's smooth talking couldn't keep rumors from spreading that management didn't care that gay guys could take pictures of you in the showers without legal consequences. I'd come in some days and you'd think the place was closed. Desperate, J, the poor guy, instituted a cell phone ban. Membership began to tick up again, then the place got a reputation with a certain crowd and suddenly we had a new crop of regulars.

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