Part 10: Incubus at the Gym
N. encourages a man to come out to himself
Loitering in the shadows outside the gym, the incubus waited for his prey. As each man walked into the building, he kept his mind relaxed and let the sense of the man's deepest lusts seep into his consciousness. Man after man went by, and Noctus held his ground. Finally, he sensed his victim.
The man was on the short side, with a muscular stockiness. His hair was straight and a bit unkempt, dark like the bristles on his face and the thick hair peeking out from his collar. He wore a sour expression over his nondescript jacket and jeans. He walked by quickly, and pushed through the doors to the gym.
As the man passed, Noctus turned his attention inward. After half a minute, the incubus was everything his victim would expect to see, and be unable to resist. Gone were the massive horns, wings, cloven feet and every other sign of demon-kind. He was yet again grateful not have the same limitations as a succubus. Transformation complete, he turned to follow the man into the gym.
It had been one of those days. He hadn't slept well because he was worrying about a presentation at work. The presentation didn't go well, and his boss chewed him out over it. Then, the final indignity was that the date he'd just finished had gone badly—as usual. He could just never connect with a woman. Conversation was fine, but there was never any spark. Apparently the girl could sense it too, and she'd tactfully found a way to avoid setting their next date. He could already tell that she never would—again, as usual. So, he did what he always did when he'd had a rotten day: swing by the gym for an extra workout.
After changing, he headed over to the cardio room to warm up. There were rows of all the usual machines, two of each type facing one another. He headed over to his usual treadmill and started jogging. Just as he started to get into his rhythm, another man stepped onto a stair machine in the row in front of him.
He was quite tall and lean. He wasn't overly muscular, but his remarkable leanness meant that every muscle showed as he started his machine and began climbing. He was wearing very short, neon green gym shorts, a pair of sneakers, and a baggy, white muscle shirt with enormous arm holes. His lats and ribs where clearly visible, as were his long legs. He was also quite pale, blonde, and nearly hairless.
Watching him from behind on his treadmill, the man's jogging became somewhat irregular he found himself staring at the regular bunching and release of the tall man's muscles. The ripple of lean muscle in his hamstrings was mesmerizing, and he found his eyes tracing their movements all the way up to the bottoms of those short shorts. Heart pounding despite his gradually meandering pace, he decided he was definitely warmed up enough.
Noctus heard the treadmill stop behind him. Grinning mischievously, he waited until he heard the door of the cardio room open and close, hopped off his machine, and followed.
His quarry had changed into workout clothes, and it was now evident he was built like a short, furry tank with excellent promise of having a very respectable cannon. He was wearing soft cotton shorts just above knee height which stuck to all the right places now that he'd begun to sweat. The same was true of his tee-shirt. Black hair—bordering on fur—covered the visible portion of his arms and legs. He seemed like he was probably just a touch over thirty, and in excellent condition.
As Noctus walked in, he spotted the other man adjusting a leg extension machine which faced into the free weights section. Delighted, Noctus moved over to a squat cage in his line of sight and started doing pull ups, knowing full well it would show of his lats, shoulders, and biceps to best advantage.
Glancing in one of the many mirrors, Noctus could see that he had the furry man's undivided attention.
The weight room was pretty empty that evening, so the man was able to start right in on his usual rotation through the weight machines. Just as he was starting his first set on the leg extension machine, the guy in the neon shorts came in. And, just as luck would have it, he immediately went to the squat rack just in front of him and starting doing pull-ups. The man was a marvel to watch. Despite his slender physique, he was able to do a dozen reps in a quick set before hanging on the bar with his knees bent to rest. He must have been a swimmer; no one else developed perfect wide lats like that.
Abruptly, he realized his quads were burning, and he had no idea how many reps he'd just done. Nearly dropping his stack of weights, he popped out of the machine, and looked around for some other machine on the other side of the room, facing the opposite direction.
However, just as he settled into a bicep curl machine, there was the swish of neon green shorts as the tall man started sliding plates on to the bar of a bench press right in front of him. He couldn't help but stare, tantalized, as the man lay back on the bench thrusting up a tall, neon green hill right in front of him. Even worse, as he un-racked the bar, he shifted down the bench to pull those shorts tight up against his crotch throwing everything underneath into sharp relief.
This time, he did drop the stack with a loud clang. "Sorry!", he threw out to the room at large. He was feeling so flustered and weird. His heart raced, he felt a flush in his cheeks, and there was an undeniable tightness in his briefs. He'd known some handsome men before, but he definitely wasn't into guys. Anyone would have said they were handsome. It was just a fact; it had nothing to do with him, personally. There's just a certain type of tall, muscular, smooth-skinned guy that was just objectively... sexy... no, not... just handsome. Anyone would say so. Nevertheless, he definitely felt like he'd had as much of a workout as he needed for the evening, and he retreated to the locker room.
Noctus barely kept himself from laughing aloud. Hunting was so. much. fun! Wiping down his own and the other man's equipment gave his prey almost enough time to have gotten into the shower. Noctus lounged by the water fountain until the time was just right, and then he returned to the hunt.
Cold water ran over his body in the communal shower room. He was glad to have found it empty as it would have been a little awkward to walk past a bunch of other men in his half-aroused state. Just as he started massaging shampoo into his scalp, he heard the door open, and someone else turn on a shower close to him. With a mix of dread and arousal, he knew exactly who he would see when he washed the shampoo out of his face.
Sure enough. Neon shorts no longer. The tall blonde was standing two shower heads away, glistening with water and soap. He was grateful for the cold water, as he just couldn’t help being aroused by the sight of the other man. This man was the epitome of beauty. Long, straight lines flowed over his frame, broken by the the occasional round form of a bunched muscle as he lathered himself. His smooth skin was perfect with only a fine mist of blonde hairs over his arms and legs, and a slightly darker mass of hair around his cock. This last, even soft, was a thing of beauty. Straight, smooth, well-formed, and laying centered over a pair of perfect egg-shaped balls.
There was absolutely no way to deny himself any longer; he was more aroused and attracted to this man than he had ever been to any woman. There wasn't even a remote comparison. Of course, he had always known, deep down, that he was gay. There had been so many signs. But he just couldn't allow himself to use that word about himself until now.
Abruptly, the angelic man turned to him, holding a bottle upside-down, and said, "Could I borrow some shampoo?" He nearly had a heart attack on the spot.
"Uhhh...", he rasped and stared blankly.
"Uhhh... yeah. Sure," he repeated, and held out his bottle. The other man took a step forward, lost his footing, and collided with him! Without thinking, he caught the tall man in his arms and pulled him close. In that second, something unlocked inside him. The feeling of taut muscles, dormant strength, and being dwarfed in the other man's arms was a thrill unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Despite the absolute newness of it, it felt like coming home. There was a profound feeling of rightness, finally, in being intimate with another person. He pulled the other man in tightly into an embrace, leaning his head against his chest.
Then, with a horrified realization of what he was doing, he came back to himself. He jerked away, and said, "Oh! Hey! Are you okay?"
"Yeah, thanks to you! I can be really clumsy sometimes," the blonde replied, laughing deprecatingly. "You're strong... and quick! I'm amazed I didn't knock you over, too!"
"Well... yeah. I'm just glad I caught you," he murmured, staring down at his feet. At the same time, he thought to himself, "You have no idea how glad!"
Now that his "slip" had managed to make an introduction, Noctus stepped up his flirting to the next level. By the time they had showered, changed back into street clothes (giving his prey a few more good "peeks"), and walked out of the gym together, they were chatting amiably. The smaller man had definitely lost some of his nerves, and was starting to relax. They'd made it to the sidewalk outside the gym, and were chatting like two people who know they have to part, but can't help dragging it out. It was time for Noctus to trap his prey.
"I’m really glad I ran into you! A little embarrassing, but it's not too bad between friends, right? Any chance I could interest you in a post-workout protein smoothie? I've got a great recipe, and I'd be happy to make you one back at my place," he suggested. A bit weak, perhaps, but Noctus was pretty confident about this guy.
There was a nervous pause, which the guy passed off with a confident, "Yeah, that sounds great!". The two headed off back to Noctus' apartment.
They arrived at the apartment, and the man's new friend led the way inside. "Do you still want that protein shake, or shall I get you a real drink?" he offered.
"Sure... make it a gin and tonic."
"Coming right up! Feel free to look around. The bathroom's through that door, if you want to freshen upat all," the blonde said meaningfully as he disappeared into the kitchen. He stepped into the bathroom, only to find that it was equipped with an elaborate bidet with all sorts of attachments for getting verycompletely clean. With some slight trepidation, he took advantage of the facilities. He found the experience somewhat odd at first, but ultimately very refreshing.
Coming out again, he saw that his new friend had placed the drinks on the coffee table, and was sitting on the long sofa waiting for him. He joined him, sitting on the far end and picking up his drink. As they sipped the drinks, they chatted, and he felt himself becoming less and less inhibited. Just as he finished the last of his drink, the other man leaned forward to take the glass.
"Still thirsty?" he asked, leaning closer and closer. He was nearly on top of him. With only the briefest touch of hesitation, he nodded. The tall blonde slowly leaned in all the way, and their lips met. Closing his eyes, he felt the other man sink down onto him, and caress his face as they continued kissing eagerly. Broad, strong hands roamed at will over his body, and kneaded his cock through his shorts. It immediately twitched to life, and expanded as far as his briefs would allow.
Taking his cue from the other man, his own hands started to roam over that statuesque body. His fingertips took in the firm muscles, the broad shoulders, and the hard ass. Standing, the tall blonde pulled his shirt over his head. While he was still buried in his shirt, the other man unbuttoned his pants to free his cock. It was already partly erect, and it could not have been more perfect. Pale skin was traced lightly with dark veins under the surface, and the glans was already half-way peeking out of the foreskin.
“Aren’t you eager?” the tall man asked, discarding his shirt, and shifting closer so his cock was just in front of the other’s mouth. “Care to continue what you started?”, he asked? Unconsciously licking his lips, he reached up to take hold of the rapidly lengthening cock inches from his face, and guided it between his lips. Judging from what he knew he liked when the roles were reversed, he sucked gently, sliding his head slowly up and down the shaft while stroking from the root with his hands. He was rewarded with a moan and a whispered, “Just like that...” from above.
The other man’s cock quickly became hard in his mouth. Hard wasn’t quite the right word, he reflected, since it had a yielding firmness which offered many surfaces and textures to explore. As he explored with his lips and tongue, he discovered all the little sensitive areas and exactly how to stimulate them to provoke delightful gasps, moans, and shudders from his partner. Closing his eyes, he started to lose himself in the delight of the vicarious pleasure he was creating.
After an unmeasurable time spent lost in teasing oral play, the cock slid away. As he opened his eyes, he saw the pale face approaching his own, its mouth slightly open. Closing his eyes again, he expected more kissing, only to find a tongue playing around his own lips, and pushing firmly into his own mouth. He eagerly matched the other man, and enjoyed this new activity only briefly until, suddenly, he felt hands under his own ass. Then, the taller man simply stood up, cradling him against his chest. They continued kissing as he was carried through a doorway into the apartment's bedroom.
He heard a whisper in his ear, "Is this your first time with a man?". He only nodded. The other man kissed him gently along his neck, and whispered again, "Don't worry... I'll take care of you." At which point, he found himself lowered backward onto a high bed. Opening his eyes, he could only see the blonde head and shoulders between his knees. Sparkling eyes watched his face as two hands reached up to grab the waistband of his shorts, and pull them straight to the floor.
Looking down across his own furry torso, he could see his own cock bounce up as it was released, already fully erect. While not overly long, he was fairly thick. Dark hair grew a little way up the sides, giving way to bare skin which was a few shades darker than elsewhere on his body. A bulbous, purple head—clearly outlined under his foreskin, and already partly exposed—glistened with his own secretions.
A hungry look appeared in the blonde's eyes as he saw it. A bottle of lube briefly appeared and vanished again, and the man saw one hand grasp his cock while a single slippery finger of the other tickled his asshole. The hand pulled down his foreskin, and, sliding forward, the man delicately licked around the ridge of his glans. Slowly, the blonde head lowered and his cock completely disappeared into the other man's mouth just as that tickling finger slid into his ass.
It was a bit of a shock, and he didn't know what to react to first. Ever so slowly, the finger and the mouth moved in tandem, slowly building up an ecstatic, buzzing tension in his groin. There was a pause, and the single finger was joined by a second. Everything was still for a few seconds, and then the slow movement began again. This time, the sensations built much more quickly as the internal rubbing became more insistent and honed in on a single delightful spot. His moans grew louder, and started to pick up rumbling, grunting undertones as he could feel himself getting closer. "Damn... keep going... that feels amazing...", he gasped between his grunting moans.
Just as he could feel himself getting close, the fingers slipped away, and the mouth vanished from his cock.
"My turn," the other man said.
With that, the tall man stood up, and his long, thin cock came into view. Stepping forward, he grasped the two cocks together in his long-fingered hand, and slowly stroked both together, getting them both slippery with lube. Then, leaning back, he lifted the man’s feet to rest of his shoulders. Teasingly, he placed the head of his cock right at the man's asshole while continuing to stroke him.
Ever so gently, the pressure at his asshole increased while the hand on his cock stroked and teased. He gasped as the pressure suddenly yielded and he could feel a cock enter his ass for the first time. It was just the head, and it held very still while the delightful stroking continued. After a minute, the stretched feeling subsided, and he said, "I'm okay..."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you..." the tall man said, echoing his words from earlier as he slowly starting to push deeper inside a tiny bit at a time. Push a bit, then wait. Then retreat a bit, and return. Little by little, the cock probing his ass moved deeper and faster.
"Oh yes... more... keep going..." the prone man moaned and gasped as he could feel his body relax and acclimate to the gentle rubbing and occasional zing of that one spot inside him. Before long, he couldn’t tell which felt better: the stroking inside or out. He just knew that the combination of sensations was overwhelming, and he couldn’t tell exactly where any of it was coming from. The intensity of the experience kept bringing him to the edge of orgasm, but his lover would sense this, slow the pace, and back him away from the edge only to build him back up the precipice over and over again.
All too soon, he felt that orgasm was inevitable, and he started to grunt and cry out with every thrust. Just as the tension shifted from soon to now, he felt the cock pull out of his ass, and the man's mouth drop down over his cock at it started pulsing with jet after jet of semen. It was the longest and most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced; it almost felt like he couldn’t stop. When it finally did stop, he barely had time to register the long, lean form curling around him from behind and pulling him to the center of the bed before he passed out.
Noctus lay curled around his "prey" for a while longer. The short, furry man was still passed out, and it would be some time before he came around enough to bundle him into a Lyft and send him home. He'd be groggy, and wouldn't remember exactly what happened to him at the gym (and afterwards), but the revelation he'd had about himself couldn't be bottled up again.
As he lay there, Noctus reflected on something a succubus friend, Sulphurette, had said to him a few days ago: "No matter what the council says, sex isn’t a sin, a perversion, or a corruption." The more he thought about it, the more he agreed. He felt happiest with his own hunts when they helped some poor, repressed guy come out to himself. Never mind about "spreading perversion by corrupting men into homosexuality" as the demonic dictates stated. So much of his time these days was taken up with helping the succubi with all their little plots, training, and running the bordello that he seldom had time for his own kind of hunting. As he lay there, stroking the hair on the man's chest, he day-dreamed about his next hunt.