Gym Slut Pt 1 - Sex Stories

Gym Slut Pt 1

To start the story I need to give a little background on myself. I’m a fit, 25 year old guy that is known by most people as a guy’s guy. In high school and college I played sports and was always one of the team captains. I was a medium height guy that had a toned appearance; 5’8, 155 lbs, shoulder length hair, and sprinter thighs. While in public I play the tough athlete role I’ve always been a little shy with the ladies and even when with them have been a little on the submissive side. Somewhere along the way I started watching sissy videos and secretly wearing women’s panties. I’ve never really thought of myself as gay and still don’t although there has been something about the sissy videos that appeal to me like nothing else does. After college I got a job offer to work 400 miles away from home and took the opportunity to be on my own. For a while I tried dating sites, going to bars, and meeting people through work friends to find a good girl to date but nothing seemed to work. I still played around at home behind closed doors wearing panties that I ordered online and watching videos of crossdressers and sissies. I even chatted with men and crossdressers with the occasional video call but never went beyond that. With the new freedom from living alone I’d progressed to wearing panties in public places like work, going to the store, and most recently to the gym. There was just something about wearing them that made feel naughty and hot and I liked it. What harm could it ...

... be, it wasn’t like anyone would even know that I was doing it. Or so I thought. I’d been on a push to slim down and get into better shape over the past few weeks and I was proud that my shorts were starting to fit a little loose and I was getting pretty slinder. I’d noticed this big bodybuilder type guy watching me lately in the gym and honestly felt a little intimidated by it. He had to be 6’, 240 lbs, and completely solid. When he was there he was always the biggest guy and you could feel the sense that he knew he “owned the gym”. If he wanted a piece of equipment and you were using it, you moved. When I would catch him looking I’d always think he wanted what I was working on, so I’d ask but he never wanted it. One day when I was doing squats he kept looking at me but never wanted the rack I was using. I just kept doing my routine and noticed that he kept watching me. I had a few sets of dead lifts left and I was out so I just hurried up and finished them while he watched during his work out. I grabbed my bag and headed to the locker room to clean up before leaving. At this point I was covered in sweat, exhausted, and ready to get out of there. I just filled my shaker with water and protein and started shaking it vigorously when he walked in. He just walked over from behind me and asked “what’s in the shaker?” This was odd since he’d never talked to me more than to say “no” to needing the equipment I was on. Not to be rude I told him “protein”. He replied with “what kind?” I ...