I was hard at work, preparing for another semester of new computer lab students by rebuilding images to restore to the computer labs, when a throat cleared beside me to get my attention. Looking up for yet another incredibly boring 'installing' status bar on the screen, I beheld one of the most attractive men I'd ever seen.

He was probably just under 6 feet tall, with wide shoulders and a compact muscled body that was worthy of respect. His pecs, which I could see through his tight t-shirt, were full and rock hard, the nipples perched atop the muscle proudly and sticking up through the thin fabric of the t-shirt. His abs were ripped, the tightness of the t-shirt letting me count even his hidden seventh and eight mounds of ab muscle tucked under his pecs. A pair of shorts that ended at mid thigh allowed me to see muscled and hairy legs below, the feet encased in a pair of worn sneakers that accentuated the sexiness of his legs. Of course, the young man's basket was even better than all of this above, full and inviting in the confines of the shorts. I tore my eyes away from his trouser snake's home and looked up into brilliant green eyes.

"Yes, how may I help you?"

He cleared his throat again and held out his hand. "My name's Patrick, and I'm the new Phi Theta Kappa President. I was told you could help me with PTK's website?"

I shook his hand (he had a very firm but yet gentle grip) and motioned into my office. "Let's talk in here where it will be a bit quieter, Patrick." He followed me in and sat down in front of my desk. I closed the door behind me, effectively shutting out the roar of the computers and AC systems, and sat behind my desk. He grinned at me (which was one of those bright white teeth megawatt ones) and began explaining how he wanted to change the club's web site, I studied him and realized that the young man before me was no 'poindexter' stereotype, a skinny bright young man with pimples and pocket protector. Instead, this boy could have been the star football player or Greco-Roman wrestler.

I recalled my own youth and how I could have become a 'poindexter,' but in my late teens decided that my love for computers and for men didn't have to be mutually exclusive. I went to the gym religiously and, while still a 'brainiac' and loving computers, I'd built my body into something very similar to Patrick's when I was his age. Now in my mid-thirties, with two degrees and a great job in computers, I still had the body of my youth and continued to maintain it. I studied the handsome, muscular boy before me and smiled as he described what would be a simple change to the already complicated PTK website.

Patrick grinned again at me after we'd changed the website to the way he wanted it, and then asked if I worked out at the school or at a local gym. I mentioned that I used the school gym (being a teacher I got after hours access), and that after work I'd probably go for an hour or two to get in a good session.

"Great, Mr. Danvers! I need somebody to help spot me tonight, my normal workout partner is sick. Could you help me tonight, maybe around 7:30pm?"

I agreed, and we arranged to meet at the side staff door so that students wouldn't get upset. Patrick waved thanks and sped off, saying he was late for another class, and I watched his firm butt and legs as he walked away. Grinning to myself, I completed my images and, when the day finally ended, got ready for the gym.

I arrived at the gym maybe ten minutes early and was wearing my normal workout gear of a tank top, Lycra shorts and sneakers. I had brought my own towel, a fluffy black one that I used because it didn't show the dirt from the machines as I wiped them down after my use. I approached the door, found it cracked open and walked inside, letting the door fasten and relock for security sake. I didn't see Patrick, so I figured he was getting ready himself and I walked into the men's locker room. I guess the entry door had been recently serviced, as it didn't squeak like it normally did, and thus I was able to walk in and see Patrick naked and with his hard cock in his hand!

I guess he'd thought that the noisy door would alert him in time, but that was not the case. He'd only turned on the lights in the shower area, and so he couldn't see me in the pitch blackness by the entry door although I had perfect lighting to see him. I was silent as I watched him jack himself off, his nearly ten inches of man meat barely able to be encircled with his fist as his other hand pulled on his heavy balls. He moaned and moved his hand from his balls to his full pecs, playing with the erect nipples that jutted from those mounds. Groaning, his hand around his cock sped up, and I saw the swelling of his cockhead as he moved towards orgasm, the slit flaring open with each down stroke and a little bit of foreskin moving on the upstroke. Patrick gasped once and then erupted, his cum spewing outward onto a prepared towel and creating an almost artistic effect upon the plain white towel.

He slowly milked the last few drops from his cock and then, bending slightly to his right, picked up a pair of Lycra shorts similar to mine and stepped into them, arranging his softening cock into a reasonable arrangement before twisting again and pulling on the tight tank top he'd retrieved. After this and getting his socks and sneakers on, he bundled up the cum soaked towel and tossed it into the dirty towel bin a few feet from where he stood. Patrick grabbed a clean towel, closed his locker, and headed out to the weight room. I gave him a few minutes (as well as to let my own cock settle down) and then followed him.

He was setting up the first machine when I walked in, and had no idea that I'd been watching him. I figured that it would embarrass him too much, so I kept quiet about that and moved to another machine to make my settings upon it. My usual routine was to work on the universal machines about a half hour to warm up and to get some weighted stretches done, then I'd normally move to other machines and do heavier weights. With a workout partner, it was possible for both of us to use the free weights and benches at the other end of the weight room. When my warm up was complete, I noticed that Patrick had finished his warm up and was heading to the free weight area.

"Would you like to go first or second, Mr. Danvers?"

"I'll go second, Patrick, and outside of the office you should call me Mike."

"OK, Mike, and thanks again for helping out!" He spread his towel down on the bench, and got a pretty heavy bar loaded up, then rested it upon the holders and walked around to lie on his back on the bench. He moved up a bit on the bench and then waited until I positioned myself in the normal spotter's 'spot,' lightly grasping the bar as he gripped it harder and then lifted it from the supports.

From my vantage point, I could see his chest muscles work hard as the weight strained them, his arms working slowly yet controlling the weight as he moved the bar close to his pecs then pushed upwards to almost full extension. He did this a good ten times, then set the bar back on the supports and rested a bit. His exertion made his abs move as he panted a bit, and it was nice to see his package move in his tight shorts as he adjusted a bit and then signaled to me he was ready for his second set. This time he did six reps before setting the bar back and then sat up, his back now a strong mass of working muscles as he breathed heavily with his exertion.

"That was great, I can feel the burn from that weight in my chest and arms! I'm glad you could help me Mike."

"Glad to help, Patrick. I believe it is my turn now?"

He grinned and got up, removing his towel and letting me place mine upon the bench. I'd judged that I could also do this weight, albeit fewer total reps, but I also didn't want to look weaker to Patrick. I got myself into position, Patrick spotting for me, and then lifted the weight off the supports.

It was a bit heavier than I was used to, and so after eight reps, a rest and four more, I stopped and set the bar back on the supports. The right side slipped a bit, and Patrick moved forward to grab it, pushing his crotch into my face as he got the bar before it could slip down on me. I relished the musky scent as he put the bar back and then stepped away from me.

"Wow, that was scary! You ok, Mike?"

I nodded and got up from the bench, letting him rest a bit as well before we moved back to the machines to work our lower bodies. We continued our workout on the machines, then got on the exercise bikes and sprinted a bit, cooling down near the end. Both Patrick and I were incredibly sweaty, and I could feel it sticking the clothing to my body. Patrick's clothing was sticking too, although his clothing was already so tight that being damp made his clothing look almost transparent. When our bikes chimed at nearly the same time to signal the end of our cool down, Patrick picked up the towel he'd been using and said, "Time to hit the showers, Mike."

I had planned to just go home after the workout, but it was pretty cold out there now and I didn't want the sweat to chill on my body. "OK, Patrick, but I didn't bring a change of clothing."

"No problem, Mike! I have the key to the laundry room and we can toss your clothing into the washer while we shower. Those heavy duty dryers work quickly, and your clothes will be dry in no time." I must admit, the thought of clean clothing decided me, and we walked to the locker room together, turning off lights and locking doors as we went.

We stopped briefly at Patrick's locker so that we could pull off our clothes, and other than a quick glance at my naked body, Patrick didn't react at all, just picked up our dirty things and tossed them into the washer. He set the machine on and added some soap from an industrial-sized box beside the washer and then almost playfully slapped my butt as he passed me to the showers.

I followed him into the showers where he'd already turned on almost all the heads, and we luxuriated in the hot water for a good ten minutes before he turned off all but the two corner shower heads. This focused the stream of water at one person, each head aiming at a shoulder and giving the sensation of a full soak, and Patrick motioned me into it while he grabbed a bar of soap. He scrubbed his body in front of me, stretching around his back and reaching between his legs to wash his butt, the movement of his body accentuating his muscles and popping them for me. My interest in the show was becoming obvious as my cock twitched to life and rose to about one quarter of its full angle. Patrick noticed it and turned away, my first thought that he was annoyed or disgusted by what he saw, but then he backed closer to me. Handing me the bar of soap, he asked, "Please soap up my back, Mike."

I washed him carefully, running the soap over his broad muscular back and down to the swell of his buttocks. It was all I could do to stop there and not grasp those firm mounds of flesh, my cock twitching as if it knew that only inches away was a hot, tight virgin hole to enjoy. With no warning, Patrick turned quickly, and his cock slapped against mine in a mini "sword-fight" as my hands, which had been just above his ass, now rested against his tight abs and just above the patch of his pubic hair. "Mike," he whispered, "would you mind also soaping up my cock?"

His hands moved down to where my hands were frozen and guided them, one still holding the bar of soap, to his crotch. Positioning my hands on his own thickening cock and heavy balls, he moaned as I slowly unfroze and began fondling the meat in my palms. He grinned a bit and reached out to grasp my now rock hard cock and pump it in his palms, one hand fondling my balls carefully as I worked the soap into his testicles. Patrick moaned louder as I purposely began jacking that thick piece of meat and lightly squeezing his balls, and his hands began working over the shaft of my cock. With a grunt, I felt his cock spasm in my hand as the first squirt of cum flew from his cock, landing on my chest and washing away from the stream of water that still flowed from the shower heads over my shoulders. A moan heralded the second shot, this one onto his chest and this cum ran down the sculpted valley of his chest and abs to where all the activity was. One final groan ended his orgasm, this last one flew up into his hair and hung there briefly before dripping down to join its brother on his abs.

It was hard to see the flow of precum from my cock, the water cascading down made it difficult to see, but Patrick decided to take matters to hand and, pulling me slightly out of the stream of water, knelt down and began blowing me. He was pretty damn good at it, and with the earlier stimulation plus that of this handsome, naked and muscular boy at my feet was all it took and I shot my load into his waiting mouth.

I pulled him to his feet and we giggled a bit at the slimy residue that was in his hair and on his chest. Still clutching the soap, I soaped his muscled chest and abs carefully and then pulled him under the water spray to rinse off his hair and body. We frolicked around a bit more, the soap going into other places less traveled, and then reluctantly we turned off the water to begin drying off. Patrick pulled his towel around his waist and went to toss our clothing into the dryer and by the time he got back, I was pretty much dry. I took the opportunity to pull off Patrick's towel and dry his body off, the sound he was making as I stroked the white towel over his tanned body was similar to the contented purring of a cat.

It seemed silly to be worried about towels around the waist after what we'd done, so we walked clean, dry and naked to the laundry room to put our clothing into the dryer. Patrick set the controls and then tossed in all the white towels from the day, including the ones that he'd coated with his cum and used on his body. He added soap to that load and then some other liquid. "That's the bleaching agent that keeps the towels white," he remarked when I asked him about the liquid, "its some kind of state law to add it to the laundry for public use. I guess there's some health law about it."

Still naked, we returned to the locker room and sat on the benches, clean towels beneath us and only a few inches between us. It seemed so natural to be naked with Patrick it didn't even bother me that I'd just jacked off and shot my load down a student's throat. He sure wanted it though, I thought, as I glanced at the muscled god beside me.

"Oh, yeah," said Patrick as he leaned back a bit in a slow ab stretch beside me, "did you like my performance earlier?"

"Uh, you knew I was there?"

He laughed and turned towards me, easily slipping his thigh over the bench to straddle it as he faced me. "Of course, man. I had to be careful it was you, of course. I checked out your personal scent today so I'd know it was you tonight. Just in case somebody else had come in that door, I had a towel all ready to cover up it necessary."

He looked into my eyes then and said, "I've been watching you since the semester began and I was really turned on by you, but couldn't figure out how to get you out of the lab. I was very pleased that you worked out, and the last part of my plan fell into place when you said you worked out in the gym here." He scooted closer to me, his knee pressing against my left thigh, and leaned forward so that his chest pressed against my arm as he whispered in my ear, "I would like to do this a lot more often, maybe next time we could skip the workout and go right for the shower?" He blushed a bit, which was even sexier and said, "Maybe we could do the shower at your place?"

I turned towards him and, in answer, grasped his head and pressed his lips against mine in a deep kiss. He immediately moved closer and, raising his legs up to wrap around my middle, reached up with his arms to hug me close as we continued kissing. We both had good stamina, for it had to be a good 20 minutes before we came up gasping for air. He grinned at me and pulled me into another kiss, this one with all the tongue anybody could want, and we continued in 20 minute bouts until a muted bell signaled that the dryer had finished its cycle.

Reluctantly, Patrick freed himself from me and got up, his cock hard and dripping in front of him, my own in the same state. He walked to the laundry room and in a little while I heard the dryer kick on again and he returned with our clothing in his arms. Setting the load down on the bench beside us, he sighed a bit and said, "I guess that tonight's done."

I grinned at him and, as he stood beside me, bent forward and took his cock into my mouth for a deep suck before standing up myself. "Hurry up and dress, stud, we've got an appointment in the shower at my place in 20 minutes."

Patrick grinned as we quickly got dressed and locked up, his street clothing just as sexy as the workout gear he'd worn before. When we were outside, he tossed his bike into the back of my truck and we sped off to my place. I kept one hand on the wheel, but my other one was resting on top of the mound in Patrick's pants, his moans echoing my own as his hand was in my lap playing with my monster. We pulled up into my garage and, as the door closed, began stripping off as we entered the house and prepared for another round of man sex.

In my bedroom, with Patrick on his back and legs up in the air, I introduced the PTK President to ass fucking, his first time at being the receiver. He was an instant learner, as I would have expected, and soon was shooting in wild ecstasy from his first prostate stimulation with a long, hard blunt object. I shot right after that, his late virgin butt clutching me with his orgasms and bringing me to my own, filling his ass with my warm spunk. After we'd rested a bit, I taught him how to clean up after fucking, and also proper pre-fucking rituals that would enhance the experience. Class was held at least twice more that evening, and as a special reward, my legs were in the air the fourth time, Patrick happily fucking me, his heavy balls slapping against me as he rode me hard to the finish.

We fell asleep after that, amid the tangle of sheets, tubes of spent lubricant and used cum towels. When the pale dawn light seeped in through the curtains across the bed, I woke up and tried to get my bearings. Looking beside me, cuddled against me was this handsome man, his face serene as the light fell upon the muscled beauty of his naked body. His morning hard on poked out, urgently wanting release, and his asshole, slightly reddened from the heavy workout the night before, pulsed a bit with desire. Who was I to deny its pleasure?