Acing the Test- Part 2/2

Cannot wait to start writing the next part series that is coming next- I think you're going to love the new model that I have lined up for all of you! Until then, I hope this finale is hot enough to tide you over, and if you want to see the real Danny and Sam, head over to the VIP server to see the gifs that inspired this story.

Within seconds, I heard the familiar sound of skin sliding back and forth against Danny’s palm, and I quickly placed my headphones in to drown out the noises coming from his side of the curtain. Sliding my briefs down below my ass, I pulled them just low enough in the front to release my cock which had already started getting stiff.

As I looked down, I finally started to process that this was all truly happening. For about a minute, my brain had been rationalizing an escape plan, but every time that I almost stood up to leave, dollar signs started flashing across my eyes. I needed this money, and I had to fill this cup to get it. Placing the tablet aside, I grabbed my phone and typed in one of my tried-and-true search terms in an incognito browser.

The moaning coming through my headphones helped drown out reality, but then I would open my eyes again and see the accessible beige painted walls around me.

Fully hard now despite the circumstances, I began to stroke a bit faster, adding another fistful of lotion from the plastic-wrapped bottle on a stand beside me. On my phone, an older personal trainer had stopped the charade workout and was now fucking his twenty-something client right there on one of the benches in the center of the gym. His hands were braced on the bar in front of him as he pumped his cock in and out of the muscular man beneath him. I’d had this fantasy for years, and every time that I had a client schedule a session right before we closed, I always wondered when I’d gain the courage to ask him to stay past closing for some extra tips. Or just the one tip…

Right as they were about to switch positions, an Instagram message popped up, and I tried to swipe away, but I accidentally clicked it. It was some spam message, and when I clicked out of my inbox to go back to the video, I was back on my feed. Danny’s post from this morning was right there at the top, and I found myself staring at him, sweaty and shirtless in the locker room of the gym where we both worked. He looked incredible, so vascular after his pump, and I knew that he was seconds away from stripping off those short shorts to get a shower. Soaping up his whole body, every single inch…

Fuck.

I cannot lust after another straight guy at the gym, and as I tried to look away from my phone, I turned the wrong way and saw Danny’s outline on the other side of the curtain. The overhead lighting was really ruining the illusion of privacy here because I could clearly see his hard cock in his grasp. His muscular arm was moving up and down faster than I was stroking, and I knew that he had to be close. I tried to match his rhythm, and as the forgotten video kept playing on my phone, I imagined that the grunts were Danny’s.

“Sam, close your eyes.” Danny’s breathy voice was just loud enough for me to hear, and my cock spasmed in my hand at the sound of it. “I usually jerk off standing up so I think I have to finish like that.”

Before I could protest, I saw his shadow move on the other side of the curtain, and then he’d stepped forward just enough to get into view. He wasn’t facing me which meant that I was now able to totally ignore the video on my phone and watch his muscular back and ass as he kept pumping his cock even faster now.

We’d obviously changed in the locker room together before, but this was my first time ever seeing him like this- seeing him in the throes of passion. Every few strokes, he’d flex his ass a bit, and that sight was helping my orgasm unfurl within my core.

“Oh fuck, Isabella!”

Moaning his girlfriend’s name, he gripped onto the counter with one hand and held the little cup in front of his cock with the other, and I saw a few drops of his seed miss and fall to the carpeted floor beneath him. That was what drove me over the edge because I was imagining me lying down on that bench with him standing over me, blowing his load across my tanned body.

“Fuuuucckk.”

I grabbed the sample cup a second too slowly, and I felt the warm cum splash across my chest. There was one long trail of my desire from my cock all the way up to my pecs, and as I wondered what I needed to do, Cristian walked back into the room.

“Gentleman, based on the sounds, I think I can grab those sample cups?”

Danny turned towards him without the smallest bit of shame, and I saw his still hard, greasy cock hanging down between his tree-trunk thighs. He passed the half-filled cup over to the nurse, and when he saw me, he just burst into laughter once he saw my predicament. My hands moved to cover my cock, but I couldn’t cover everything.

“Fuck dude, whatever you were watching must have had you too fucking turned on!”

He had no idea how right he was.

“Sam, don’t worry- you produced a way bigger sample than we need, so I can just scrape this into the cup.”

Before I could tell him that I was okay, I felt Cristian’s gloved hand on my arm as he took the cup and ran it up my chest. He handed me a paper towel to wipe myself off, and I was glad that Danny had stepped out of view to get dressed. He seemed completely unfazed, but I knew that I would be replaying this scene in my head over and over again.

This money better be worth it…