Fundoshi Warrior

fundoshi warrior

Curious Poses: A Randy Man Adventure

Randy Man was, as usual, horny. (His parents had named him well, a strange combination of a Western name and a Cantonese surname.)

Seeing the hot bods in the gym had turned him on, and made it really difficult to for him to focus on his workout. His bad luck, the changing room was empty when he finished, so he had no audience when he soaped up his hard on in the shower.

He didn’t really want to jack off by himself, so he reluctantly tucked it away, and left. He saw one of the cuter guys head into the changing room after he left, and thought about going back in again for a peek, but decided against it.

A nearby coffee shop was where he chose to have dinner. It was pretty crowded, so he wasn’t surprised to hear someone ask to share his table. He was surprised when he looked up, because it was the guy from the gym. Randy glanced up from his bak chor mee and tried to surreptitiously inspect him.

He was young-ish, maybe in his late 20s, kinda nerdy face with glasses that had thick black plastic frames. A slim line of hair ran along the bottom of his chin, adding definition to his boyish face. That face didn’t at all match his manly body, which was lightly tanned, and definitely firm and in shape, without being bulky or overly muscular.

“Hey, I saw you in the gym.”

Randy tried to hide how startled he was. No one who had shared his table in a coffee shop had ever talked to him before. The guy had a rumbly low voice, a real mismatch with his face. Randy looked up, properly, this time.

“Yeah, I was there just now,” Randy said, deciding that it was worth a try.

The man-boy’s name was Jin, and he was a new member, having joined 24Hour Fitness only the previous week. Jin preferred to go in the middle of the night when it was empty (which is why Randy had never seen him before) but had decided to go at a more sociable hour because he was on the way home from work.

He was dressed in more casual clothes - a clean tank top, shorts and slippers - but his bulging bag probably held his work clothes and gym shoes. Randy could barely keep his eyes off Jin’s pecs, hopeful that a little nip slip would happen.

They made small talk, discussing the merits of 24Hour Fitness, the convenience of being able to access it anytime, and then got started talking about the various people that they had met there. Jin only seemed to notice the men, which Randy took to be a good sign.

Jin was preparing for a competition, which made sense because he had the perfect build for a fitness model, the category he was planning to compete in.

“I’ve been cutting, but I’m not getting the kind of definition on my glutes that I want,” he said.

“I can help you with that,” said Randy, “It’s about the pose - can show off the lines of the muscle.”

“Ok! We go back to the gym and you show me?”

They headed back to the gym. The place was empty, but both of them swiped their keycards and went in. Jin stripped down in the changing room, down to his underwear (a fairly fitting pair of grey boxer briefs) and showed Randy his posing routine, standing in front of the full-length mirror.

“I can’t really see your glutes very well,” Randy said, and took the opportunity to pull up Jin’s boxer briefs to reveal his perky ass. He felt Jin up a bit, squeezing his glutes, feeling them flex under his hands as Jin moved his legs.

“Yeah, I don’t think they look as good as they should,” Jin said.

Randy stripped off his own clothes, leaving on only the white pair of Calvins that he had changed into after his workout. He stood next to Jin, and showed him how to extend his leg and angle it, turning from the ankle, to tighten and loosen his glutes.

“See how it gives you visible definition?” Randy said, putting Jin’s hand on his butt cheek and flexing. Jin still couldn’t see it, so Randy pulled up his briefs, into a sort of thong configuration, exposing his butt cheeks. Jin got an eyeful, and a handful, as Randy flexed again.

That was when Randy noticed that the bulge in Jin’s undies had grown, substantially. Obviously this boy was a grower, not a shower. Jin caught Randy looking.

“Uh, sorry, sorry,” he said, obviously embarassed.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Randy said, rubbing his palm against Jin’s sizeable bulge. Jin didn’t move away, so Randy took the opportunity to grab it through his boxer briefs and jack it a little.

His other hand moved up to touch Jin’s nipple - a large brown circle, completely flat, topped by a small nub that moved gently under Randy’s gentle ministrations. Still no protest, so Randy moved his head down to the other nipple, smelling the fresh floral scent left behind from Jin’s last shower as he licked in time to the flicking he was doing with his other hand.

He stopped and looked up, and that’s when Jin leaned over to kiss him. Playing with the guy’s body hadn’t had too much of an effect, but the kiss was electric, and Randy could feel his body responding, low down. Randy pressed his body against Jin’s, their now-hard dicks rubbing together through their underwear.

“Want to me to fuck you?” Randy said, guessing that Jin was a bottom.

“What? How? Wait people see?” said Jin, “Anyway I top only.”

Randy was hoping that he’d say that. He moved their bags to the far end of the room, to the benches in front of the showers. He dug into his bag, and pulled out a sachet of lube and a condom. The shower furthest from the entrance was where he went, and Jin followed.

Randy shut the shower curtain, and knelt on the wet floor in front of Jin. He pulled down the front of Jin’s boxer briefs, releasing the beast within. This young guy had a nice cock that curved upwards, thick at the base and tapering up to the slightly smaller head, over a pair of smooth pinkish-red balls with a well-trimmed thatch of pubes. Randy got his mouth nice and slick with saliva, and then gave Jin a wet suck, taking his cock all the way into his mouth before withdrawing it completely. He spent a little time sucking hard on it, moving his head up and down until Jin let out a little moan.

When he took his mouth off Jin’s hard dick, he saw that the stud had been fingering his own nipples.

“We have to be quiet,” Randy said, “So we can hear if someone else comes in.”

He tore open the condom foil and deftly rolled it over Jin’s slick cock, and then tore open the pack of lube and lubed him up, reserving a little of the lube for his own ass. Randy turned around to face the wall with the shower mounting, pulled down his briefs and presented his ass to Jin for some mounting of his own.

Jin didn’t have to be told what to do, positioning his cock at Randy’s opening before pushing it slowly in. There was a bit of resistance as he hit Randy’s sphincter, but he persisted and Randy let out a gasp when Jin pushed all the way in, stimulating Randy’s prostate and forcing him open.

The guys tried to be quiet. It was difficult, for Randy. Jin was a good top, so even though they were only in one position, Randy was really enjoying the feeling of Jin’s hard cock moving in and out of his ass, at different speeds and different depths, first slow and deep and then fast and shallow strokes. Every so often, Jin would slow down and go back to ploughing him deep, pushing all the way in and then slowly withdrawing. Randy figured he was trying to prolong the action.

Randy himself was pretty hard, and he resisted the urge to stroke his own manhood too much. He settled for playing with his nipples, flicking them with his thumbs as Jin continued to plunder his hole. He was panting from the exertion of taking the constant pumping, and felt himself beginning to perspire - and from the smell in the small shower cubicle, Jin was sweating, too.

They weren’t entirely silent, though. Jin whispered “can finish already?” in Randy’s ear, and Randy managed to choke out an affirmative grunt. Jin got rougher, grabbed Randy’s pecs with his hands hard, and started to ram him, hard and rough, giving Randy the benefit of the full length of Jin’s cock as it drove into him. As Randy was very close to cumming, Jin moved his hands to Randy’s shoulders and switched his rhythm, withdrawing slow and slamming into Randy hard and fast before pulling out again. Randy moved his hand to his cock, and started to beat his meat, feeling the sensations pulse through his body as Jin rode him. Jim switched back to his hard pumping, and Randy could hear the guy grunting, animal-like, as he wrecked Randy’s hole.

It felt so good, though, that Randy unloaded almost without noticing it, his cumshot spurting freely from his cock as he stroked it rapidly in time to Jin’s thrusts.

Now that he’d shot, Randy could feel the full effect of Jin’s dick in his hole, stretching him open each time Jin pushed all the way to the thick base of his cock. Randy pressed both his hands against the wall and flexed his hips to push back against Jin’s hard fucking. Jin stopped moving, letting Randy impale himself on his rod, and then switched his hands to Randy’s waist before starting to fuck Randy again, this time a shallow rabbit fuck that rapidly built up to the rough pump he was doing before.

Randy stopped moving and let Jin continue, and it wasn’t long before Jin forced out his own ejaculation, grunting loudly, slamming hard into Randy’s butt as he finished.

He leaned forward, and whispered into Randy’s ear.

“Thanks, man, that was hot,” and then Jin withdrew leaving Randy empty. Randy heard the shower curtain, and when he turned around, he saw Jin, glistening with sweat, putting his clothes back on. Randy thought of leaving with him, but he enjoyed the view as Jin grabbed his things and left.

Randy went back to his own bag to get his shower things to get cleaned up, and saw that Jin had left him a present: his used condom, with an impressive amount of cum still inside it.

Randy chucked it into the wastepaper basket and went back to the cubicle, before heading home one hot shower later.

END

Bearing a mikoshi (portable shrine) at a matsuri (festival). Fundoshi, the traditional men’s undergarment, is often worn by participants.

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