Tarner Time: Episode 01 – The One at the Gym

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Tarner Time: Episode 01 – The One at the GymTarner Time: Episode 01 – The One at the GymTarner Time is a series where my experiences and my fantasies merge. The name is a creation of the wonderful BadBunnie.The parking lotEnd of work. But instead of going home I was on my way to the gym. I didn’t go there very often, usually twice a week or less. I gratefully accepted any excuse not to. In combination with a rather unhealthy eating behaviour this resulted in my belly and my love handles.I hadn’t worn any underwear the whole day and wanted to continue that during sports. However, I wasn’t ready to undress completely in a potentially populated locker room. Therefore the only possibility was that I would change in the car as soon as I had reached the parking lot.So I parked in a way the passenger side and the rear window were protected from view by bushes. Just looking forward and to one side was much easier. Just making sure that nobody wanted to cross directly in front of the car right now and off we went. Easy peasy. Shoes and jeans off, sport shorts and shoes on. What could possibly go wrong?After I pushed the seat back, the removal of the shoes was done quickly as expected. I opened the jeans, pushed them down, bend over quickly to pull them over my feet and straighten up again.The older woman, 50 to 60 years old she might have been, who just came out of the gym was hot. Very short trousers and only a sports bra made sure that I could admire her beautiful body. Her pale skin, her not so flat stomach and wobbly upper arms were a great combination and motivated me right now very much to play with my penis, bursa escort as it was already in the open. Her pretty face and her grey, wet hair were the cherry on top. My movements were very slow. I just wanted to play around a bit and not make a mess in the car. She needed to tie her shoelaces and as she bent over her belly hung and could move freely. Meanwhile my penis was pretty stiff. Unfortunately – or perhaps fortunately – the beauty disappeared in a neighbouring shop. As I sat back and relaxed, I perceived a slight movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and saw the man whose eyes were on my penis. Then he raised his eyes and looked directly into mine. He smiled. And left. I couldn’t see where, since I tried hectically to put on my shorts. The locker roomMy training was unspectacular and ended after half an hour. Well, let’s say almost unspectacular. During my last exercise I had probably not looked at the machine properly, and only when I wanted to get up again did I realize that I got stuck on something sticky. The shorts weren’t torn, but I didn’t want to get back in my car like that.So I stood naked in the locker room after all. I could have avoided the unpleasant situation in the parking lot. But at least I was lucky and it was almost empty. An elderly man sat in front of his locker on the bench and was busy with his smartphone, while a second man had probably just got out of the shower and was drying himself off. They both turned their backs on me. At least some luck today.I had no idea what the sticky stuff on my shorts was and I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to know. But it was good bursa escort bayan that I had taken them off. The car seat would’ve been ruined. Now put on the jeans again quickly. I looked up for a moment.How long has this man been drying himself? Shouldn’t he be finished by now? Wait… his towel was still under his belly and seemed to dry only one spot. Or perhaps rather the opposite?This was the first time I looked him in the face – at least I thought so. His smile told me it wasn’t really the first time. It was the man from the parking lot.His – who would have thought it, after all the towel never arrived there – still wet, round belly bulged out even more when exhaled. He breathed a lot and fast. Surprisingly, I thought it was a very nice sight. I realized that my penis started to stretch slowly, and I wasn’t the only one who noticed it. The man dropped the towel and now showed me the work he had begun with the towel without embarrassment. And it was a wonderful penis pointing obliquely upwards.Mine stretched as far as he could, too.He came one step closer, and out of reflex I tried to retreat. The lockers in my back didn’t let me.He waited a moment, probably to offer me a way out, then he came another step closer. Slowly I stroked my penis with my fingertips and it finally reached its maximum size.With one last step, the man stood right in front of me. So close that our penises touched lightly.I made a soft sound of well-being and he moved slightly so that his penis began to caress mine. I closed my eyes and started enjoying it. The feeling was incredibly beautiful. I had never experienced anything escort bursa like it. A first slight twitch went through my penis. I opened my eyes again. In the meantime it was not only his penis that caressed me, but also his fingertips. Oh, God, why did I think that was so awesome? My penis twitched again. Just to squirt out his load right afterwards. Our penises and his belly got the most of it. He stroked my penis a few more moments, before he went back to his locker with a smile and put on his pants straight away.I stood still for a moment. In that time, anyone could have seen me like this. But I didn’t really care about that right then.EpilogThree days laterIt was around 11:00 p.m. Finally I had some time to myself. But instead of continueing a series, I just browsed around on my favourite porn website again. I was scrolling through the latest videos when my heart almost stopped.That was me on the thumbnail. Naked. And not alone.I had to watch the video. It must have been just a coincidence or a misunderstanding…It wasn’t. That was definitely me. And watching me from the outside standing there naked, my penis getting ever harder, made me horny. If I could, I would swap with the man and caress myself with my own penis…Damn, that wasn’t the point. How did this video come about? From the vantage point, there was only one explanation. Remember when I told you about the older man who just seemed to be looking at his smartphone? Well, obviously he had filmed and published everything.But what the hell. You could read the name of the studio, but how many people would watch this video? And how likely would they be to live nearby?To be continued?——————————-If you have actually read this far, please leave any comment. There is no counter of how often the story has been read, and I would really like to know.

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