Gym Debt (Patreon)

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Micro story

Being a broke college kid had literally no upsides. I slaved away in a restaurant kitchen, washing dishes and getting shit on by the chefs almost every night of the week. I worked my ass off in college, and still somehow managed to be behind in everything, and I barely had time to have a wank for the first year.

By the time I was nineteen, I had learned how to prioritise things, and finally found time to workout, which was the one thing I missed the most. I was in pretty good shape anyway, but I'd noticed that my once sharp abs had become softer over the year, and so I was eager to get back into it.

The closest gym was a bit of a dump, but it was the cheapest one I could find and it had what I needed. The owner was a guy in his forties named Ricky. He was a handsome enough guy, not that I ever thought of him in that way, and was in good shape, too. He seemed friendly enough, but it was usually his asshole son that I dealt with.

The only times I ever really needed to speak to them was when my membership was due, but after the third month, I was fired from my job in the kitchen and had no way of paying what I owed. I tried to speak to Ricky's son, but the arrogant fuck pretty much kicked me out of the gym there and then.

Thankfully, Ricky heard the commotion and allowed me one month to get the money together. I was very grateful for the offer, and promised to pay it back as soon as I got on my feet. Unfortunately however, that was taking a little longer than anticipated.

When the next month rolled around, I was again short on cash. I had enough to cover the previous month, but not the coming one, and so I waited until the gym was empty and Ricky's assbag son had left before I approached the man.

I explained the situation, and almost begged the man for one more month. He considered it for a moment, before locking the door. I didn't think much of it, the gym was closing anyway so I assumed that he was just stopping anybody else from coming in, until he turned back to me with a devious look on his face.

"How about free membership for a year?" He said, and I cocked a brow as he walked over to me.

I had a girlfriend back home, but I was almost certain that she was cheating on me. We barely called each other anymore, so it was more of a handy hookup when I'd visit, than an actual relationship. Other than that, though, my sex life was pretty dull.

I jumped at Ricky's offer, but almost instantly I realised that it came with some conditions.

The tanned older man didn't have to spell it out for me. He stared straight into my eyes as he untied the cord around his gym shorts, and I knew there and then that I had a decision to make.

I was straight, and there was no question of that in my mind. I had nothing against gay guys, considering that my best friend throughout high school was openly gay, but I'd never even considered it myself. As Ricky pulled his shorts down his thick, muscular thighs, revealing a pair of crisp white Calvin Klein briefs, I knew that it was now or never.

My mind raced as I tried to work out if my physical fitness was worth this. Ricky was squeezing himself through his underwear, but keeping his eyes firmly on mine as I considered it. Finally, I decided that an entire year in the gym would cost me hundreds of dollars that I didn't have, and at least I wouldn't have to grovel to Ricky's son anymore. I nodded, and he leaned back against the counter.

It was quite embarrassing to be getting down on my knees as a straight man. I felt inferior, as though I was worshipping him or something. He refused to pull down his own pants, which meant that I had to hook my fingers into the waistband and lower them down myself.

His shaved stubble appeared first, followed by the base of his thick cock. It was as thick as a tube of Pringles, and almost as long too. I continued to reveal it until it popped out and hung, semi-erect, from his toned, shredded body.

Ricky lifted his t-shirt to show off his hard abs, and I gawped at the long, thick pole that hung inches from my face. I could smell the sweat from his most recent workout, but it wasn't a bad smell.

"Keep looking at me as you do it" he told me, and guided my head closer to his crotch.

I lipped it into my mouth, feeling his foreskin slide back across his bulbous helmet as my lips slid over it, and all the while, my eyes remained on his. It didn't taste like I had expected it to. It didn't really taste like much of anything, except perhaps some fresh sweat and mild soap.

Ricky continued to hold my head as I took more of him into my throat, gagging once or twice as I did, until my mouth produced enough saliva that he was able to slide into me with ease.

I had no idea what I was doing, and allowed him to use my mouth as he wished. He held my ears, pushing and pulling my head up and down his wet pole, until I found my rhythm and began to deep throat his eight inch prick with grace.

I continued to gag, but he seemed not to mind as we stared at each other. My eyes watered, and I was constantly spitting up saliva which he'd have me clean with my mouth with each stroke. After around ten minutes of constant, rough skull fucking, I could taste the sharp flavour of his thick, viscous pre-cum in my mouth.

I grimaced slightly, but continued to allow him to fuck it down my throat until a few minutes later, when his breathing became heavy and his grip on my head became stronger.

He held me down on his rod, burying my nose against his sweaty groin, and my chin against his full, heavy balls. I retched and gagged, making unintelligible noises as he choked me, until the burly man began to buck and moan.

Ricky slid out of me slightly, gasping as he did, and began to pour pools of thick sperm into my mouth. I had no idea what to do with it, and couldn't imagine actually swallowing it, but the more he came, the harder it was to keep it contained.

Spunk began to squirt out the sides of my mouth as he added more to the growing tsunami, until finally I began gulping it down. It tasted quite bitter, but there was something almost enjoyable about it. I swallowed it all, and even sucked his softening cock to ensure that every drop had been drained from his balls, before finally he pulled his shorts and underwear up, and returned to his seat behind the desk.

He took out a card, scribbled something down and handed it to me. It was a membership card, valid for a year.

I felt like I was in a daze as I left the gym with the taste of Ricky in my mouth. I could never tell a soul about this, but at least I'd gotten what I needed.

One years free membership in exchange for my body. It was a deal that I've never regretted.