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The guy from the apartment gym stayed after everyone else left I usually go to the building gym around 10 p.m. when it’s empty. Last Tuesday a guy I’d only nodded at before was still on the bench when I finished my set. He was maybe 34, short dark hair, sweat on his chest. He racked the bar, sat up, and looked at me like he was deciding something. “You done?” he asked. I said yeah. He stood, walked over, and put his hand on the small of my back. No one else was in the room. The door has a lock from the inside. He turned it, then backed me against the mirrored wall. His mouth was on my neck while he pulled my leggings down just enough. I was already wet. He freed his cock—thick, heavy, still half-hard from the workout—and rubbed the head against me once before pushing in.