Gym Bag Escape

I waited until the gym was almost closed, hiding under the lockers. So far I’d been lucky, dodging dropped shoes, shorts and jocks, avoiding the big feet of the other men in the gym. The last hour had been one close call after another, luckily no one had noticed me.

Now, there was only one guy left in the shower. The manager was up front closing the office so I knew I had to act quickly or get locked up in the gym. I decided to get a peek at this last guy, find out just who it was. I ran across the tile floor, from bench to bench, behind the laundry bin, over to the shower room door. What had always been just a tiled floor before now seemed like a football field. I ran as fast as I could, afraid of being caught in the open. I hugged the wall, catching my breath, then looked around the corner, into the shower area. It was Jeff, good, I had talked to Jeff, he was a cool guy, we’d hit it off, if I couldn’t ask him for help I didn’t know who I could. Looking up at the Jeff’s massive body I couldn’t help admiring it, so huge, all wet and glistening under the shower. I caught himself though, bit my lip, this was no time to be checking guys out, I was in serious trouble.

I listened a second, realizing the shower was now off, I peeked back around the corner, stepping out a bit to see where Jeff had gone. Then suddenly I looked up, he was right on top of me, I screamed, Jeff’s foot almost crushing down on me as he casually walked by towelling his hair. I dropped and rolled just in time, panting from the close call. Slowly I regained my composure, tried to focus, I couldn’t let things get to me.

Jeff was already over by his locker drying off his impressive body. I slid back again along the wall, till I was back under the bench where Jeff was dressing. Well, I told myself, now or never.

"Psssst, JEFF?" well, whispering certainly wasn’t the way to go. "Hey, Jeff!" I yelled in a louder, voice, Jeff stopped a moment, then went on getting dressed. I’d have to yell even louder, cupping my hands around my mouth I yelled up "JEFF, DOWN HERE." Jeff stopped again. "DOWN HERE, DOWN HERE!!" Jeff heard something. I stepped out from under the bench, out onto the floor and waved my hands over my head "JEFF, LOOK DOWN HERE!"

Jeff looked down, and couldn’t believe his eyes, seeing the little man on the floor. He squatted down, still naked, to get a better look. "Huh, what tha fuck?"

"Jeff, its me, Mark"

"Damn guy, what happened to ya?"

"I don’t know, I was getting dressed one minute, the next I was six inches tall." I don’t what hit me, That asshole Dave was talking to me. Then next thing I know I’m hiding under the lockers so I don’t get stepped on." I came closer so he could hear me, "Listen guy you gotta help me, please, can you get me outta here till I figure something out?"

They both, heard something, someone else coming in. I ran and hid under the closest thing around, Jeff’s shorts. I heard someone else’s footsteps. I then heard a familiar voice, it was that guy Dave, "Ahhh, hey Jeff, ahhh, didn’t know anybody was still here. I - ah, lost something -- a watch."

Jeff was playing it cool, "ahhh, nah haven’t seen one, you might want to check up front see if anyone turned it in." Jeff continued to get dressed. I could see just a bit of the floor from under the smelly shorts, see Jeff’s feet, saw him slide on his socks, get dressed. Then I saw what must have been Dave’s giant feet, black tennis shoes, walking closer, closer, stopping just short of Jeff’s shorts with my tiny body underneath."

"These cute little numbers yours?" Dave asked.

I held my breath, but then felt a hand closing around over the shorts picking me up, lifting me in the air.

"Thanks man, I gottem" thank god it was Jeff not Dave who’d picked me up. "Listen, gotta run, getting late, see ya. Hope you find your watch."

It had all happened so fast, I hardly knew what had happened, I got myself untangled from Jeff’s shorts. and looked around. Jock, socks--hey I was in Jeff’s gym bag. Jeff had managed to get me out just in time.

Later, the zipper opened on the bag and Jeff’s face came down, whispering. "Hey Mark, we’re in my car, I’ll have you to my place in a minute. That Dave guy was up to something. I think he was looking for you. You said he was the last guy you were talking to, maybe he did this and was coming back to get ya."

I looked up. "Maybe, he’s been hitting on me a long time. I keep refusing to go home with him, and hey yeah, the last thing he said, I had just told him to get lost, and he’d said something like ‘we’ll just see about that’ or ‘that’s what you think’ I thought he was just being an asshole." The pieces started to fit in place, but I also knew immediately I’d volunteered too much information. I was pretty sure Jeff was straight, he didn’t need to know the details of my love life, not when I needed his help so badly. I realized I’d clued Jeff into the fact he had a little homo in his gym bag. He zipped it back up and I heard the car start, then take off. It was about a fifteen minute ride. I tried to take my mind off my situation by looking around, not that I could see much, but what the gym bag lacked in what I could see, it made up for in smells, damn this guy must be straight. He never did his laundry. I was surrounded by smelly jocks, socks, and underwear. I kept trying to lay back and relax, get my mind off my situation, but all I could do was breath in the smells of this hot man’s gym bag. Ahh, that’s all I needed, Jeff to open up his gym bag and see a little naked homo with a hard-on. I tried everything I could to get my dick to go down, especially when I heard the car stop, and knew Jeff was going inside. What finally did it was thinking bout Dave. That jerk, I could only imagine what plans he had for me, what he thought he could get away with, it didn’t take much thinking along those lines to make my dick go soft.

Finally, inside, Jeff unzipped the bag on what must have been his dining room table, looked inside. "You okay guy?"

"Yeah, I am, thanks man. That was a close call with Dave."

Jeff pulled up a chair, looking down on me, "So Mark, what do you want to do, who do you call for this kinda thing, I don’t think the 911 operators going to believe me."

"You’re right, somehow Dave’s involved with this, I know it. Maybe I could get in his place or something, he lives over on Third street."

Jeff looked puzzled, "So how’d do you know where he lives?"

Sheepishly I looked up, "well, we got together once, kinda, after the gym, but just once. He kept wanting to get together again, but I just wasn’t interested. I think that’s what got him pissed off. He apparently doesn’t handle rejection well."

Jeff looked down at me a while longer, there was an uneasy silence. I really didn’t know what to say. "Hey Jeff, could I get cleaned up, I’m a mess, you can’t imaging all the dust and stuff under those lockers." I tried to keep things light.

"Sure, little guy, how’d you want to do that, shower, tub, sink?"

"Tub I guess, could you help me"

"Sure," he gingerly lifted me in his hand, surprisingly gentle for a man his size and appearance. He carried me though the house, back to the bathroom and set me on the edge of the sink. He drew some water in the tub, gathered some soap and washrags up, some towels. "Okay Mark," he set me in the water, only a couple of inches deep but coming up almost to my waist. Jeff kneeled down by the tub, and dropped the soap and washcloth by me.

He watched me soap and lather myself up. I could feel his eyes staring at my little body. Then he stood up. "Mind if I join you?"

I was taken aback, but replied "Sure big man, come on in."

He pulled down his jeans, stripped off his shirt and shorts and stood naked above me, that same glorious body I remembered looking up at in the shower room. He stepped over the edge of the tub, and a giant foot came over my head, then into the water. He let himself down slowly carefully into the water, still running from the faucet getting deeper. Although he was careful, the water was suddenly churning and choppy, the waves throwing me about.

"Sorry, Mark, didn’t mean to slosh you round like that" his hand coming down grabbing me up out of the water. He sat me up on the soapdish. "Let me get settled." From my perch all I could do was stare, Jeff lying back, his magnificent body sprawled out below in all its glory, my cock immediately sprang to attention. His eyes closed, the water getting deep enough now to come up around his giant body, lifting up his cock and balls in the soapy water. His hand came down and arranged his cock. It may have been wishful thinking, but I think it jumped and grew a bit. I looked up and Jeff was staring at me. "Hey little man, ready to get wet?"

"Sure, Jeff," his hand reaching for me closing around me, I thought he’d set me in the water, but instead I found myself on his stomach.

"Here ya go, little guy," he sucked in his stomach and the water rushed around me, getting me wet and soapy, then he pushed it back up, the water retreating. Jeff repeated this a number of times, obviously having fun with it, and I must admit I didn’t mind the good natured giant having his fun. His hand then picked me up again, and lowered me into the water between his legs. I looked up as I treaded water. His cockhead was bobbing, just sticking out of the foamy warm water, definitely hard.

I couldn’t resist, and swam over to it, pulled myself up on it like a log. He looked down, grinning, his cock bobbing, getting even harder. He pulled himself up in the tub by his elbows, the water retreating stranding me on the end of his cock, my arms and legs wrapping around his hard shaft to hang on.

"Well, well, rub-a-dub dub little man in a tub. This is kinda fun." Jeff grinned down on me. He then let himself back down in the water, the water rushing back around me and his cock. "You still look a little dirty behind the ears little man," then Jeff reached overhead and grabbed the liquid soap. He leaned back and held it over my little bod as he squeezed a bit of soap onto me. It ran down my back, over my ass and down my leg. Then his hand came down over me. "let’s lather you up Mark." his hand closing over me, pressing me against his cock, sloshing in the water as he started to stroke, pushing my little body up and down his shaft, the soap foaming around me.

Jeff started moaning, obviously he wasn’t as straight as I'd believed. He was getting into this big time, my little body surrounded by his giant cock, his hand, as well as lots of sloshing water and soap bubbles. He sat up, pushing his cock down in the water, along with me, washing the soap off me as well as his giant cock. "Hang on, little guy." He stood up in the tub, as I got higher and higher in the air, above the water at a dizzying height. His leg lifted stepping over the tub, then over to the sink. Jeff laid out a clean towel on the sink and let me climb down on it off his cock.

"Hey little man, guess you’ve noticed I kinda get off on this, but didn’t think you minded, can tell you do too."

"Well yeah, always liked big muscle boys, and you’re bout the biggest I’ve seen." I grinned up at Jeff.

"Well have to own up to having check you out before Mark, and you, pardon the pun, but you’re one hot little man."

The whole time Jeff was stroking his cock, still rock hard. "Mind if I get off Mark, you’ve got me turned on so much."

"Go ahead big man," and I lay down on the towel lay back and started to stroke my own cock.

Jeff moved to where his massive dick was right over me, jerking it harder, faster. He grabbed it and started to rub it over my little body, a big drop of precum smearing across my chest and face. It was so close, I reached up with my little arms and legs and wrapped them around his tree trunk cock.

He moaned, his cock jumping, my own hardon rubbing against his. My little body lifted into the air on his cock. His hand sliding under me again, pressing me against his cock, me using all my muscles and strength to squeeze it, jerk him off as he slid me up and down his shaft.

He looked down at my body on his cock, a big ole grin on his face, his cock jumping as he stroked harder, faster. A big ball of spit formed then fell from Jeff’s lips onto his cockhead, his finger spreading it around his cockhead, lubricating it. Then another on his hand as he briefly released his hold on me then went back to jerking off. Then another missed his cock and caught me square in the face.

"Hey! watch it."

"Sorry little guy," Jeff laughed, "just want to make sure you’re good and lubed up." Then grinning down at me, "Hope you don’t mind getting wet though, you’ll about to get even wetter."

Jeff moaned a bit louder, then I looked up as his face grimaced, his jerking getting more urgent, "yeah little buddy" here ya go.

Then suddenly his cock swelled, jerked, and exploded. Torrents of cum shot up and then landed down splatting on me, covering my face, my little body. Jeff’s hand getting slippery with it as he continued to slide me up and down his dick. Then he lifted me up, his softening cock sliding out of my arms. His hand lifted me up to his face. "Well little guy, looks like you need another bath."

I sat up in Jeff’s palm, all dripping with his cum and spit. He just smiled down on me. His finger came down, softly stroking my stomach and chest. Well sorry bout what happened to you Mark, but can’t say I didn’t enjoy this.

I looked up, "Well better you than that guy Dave, I don’t think I would have had quite the same experience."

Jeff ran a little water in the sink to let me wash up yet again. I was beginning to feel like a little prune. He lifted me up and towelled me off. Well, lets get some sleep Mark. He opened the drawer to his bedside table, laid down a hand towel for me to sleep on, and kissed me goodnight.

"So now what Jeff?"

"We’ll I’ve been thinking about your problem and this Dave guy, got some ideas. We can talk about it tomorrow. Just get some sleep now little guy." With that, Jeff’s giant arm reached over and turned off the light. His hand paused briefly to stroke my little body in the half-opened drawer. "Night little man."

"Night big guy."

To be continued...?