“Go for it, you fucker,” Petr gritted out. “Do it! More! More! Go for one more! Shoot your fucking wad, man!” His accent gave his use of the obscene slang an exotic coloration. “That’s right, you fucker!”
It was an unusual way of giving moral support, but it worked. Then, abruptly, Guy knew he could take no more.
“Grab it,” he cried out hoarsely, and Petr snatched the weight from his quivering arms and deposited it safely back on the rack as easily as if it had been a broomstick. Guy rolled off the bench onto the rubber floor mat, gasping for breath as his vision blurred for a second and he actually expected to pass out. But then his head cleared and he sensed Petr kneeling beside him and matter-of-factly mopping the sweat from his face with a clean towel.
“Very good. You went all the way, didn’t you?” Petr commented, admiration audible in his voice.
“And then some.”
“Was it too much for you?”
“Almost. Not quite. Which was why it felt so good. I need to be pushed, sometimes. You’re a good influence on me, man.”
When Guy had recovered, they finished their workout with a quick series of less strenuous exercises that seemed like mere horsing around after what they had just gone through. They were laughing breathlessly and slapping each other on the back like old friends by the time they staggered into the locker room, stripping off their workout attire with clumsy haste on the way and carrying the sweat-soaked garments in their hands.
“I like training with you. You made me work for it, for a change,” Guy admitted. “Which is what I’ve been missing—” He almost said, since my boyfriend and I broke up. But some reticence kicked in and restrained him. It might be a bit early in his and Petr’s acquaintance to start confiding in the Czech stud about his private life.
“Good. What’s your schedule like?” Petr asked.
Within minutes they had compared schedules and agreed to become training partners. Both men were naked by now and Guy realized that his roaring hard-on must be embarrassingly evident to the other man. But Petr’s violet-gray eyes flicked over Guy’s body with no more than the permissible interest and admiration that one dedicated bodybuilder would show for another in such intimate circumstances. Petr remarked on Guy’s calf development, enviously.
“Next time, you will have to show me how you obtained those calves. Please,” Petr said.
Then he slung his towel over his shoulder and led the way to the shower room.
This was a large tiled space with three gang showers, the type with a central pole sprouting nozzles in every direction, so that a half-dozen guys could use each pole at once. Guy deliberately positioned himself directly opposite Petr so they faced each other. Then they slowly lathered their nude, tired, but glowing bodies with creamy soapsuds and rinsed themselves under alternating blasts of hot and cold water. Petr looked even sexier wet, if that was possible, and Guy seriously considered making a move to find out once and for all if the stud could be had. But some instinct held his impulse in check for the time being. It might be interesting to have a straight training buddy. Or a straight buddy, period.
Breathing hard as much from frustrated horniness as from their workout, Guy sat down naked on the bench in front of his locker, his wet towel slung around his neck as he grabbed a dry one to rub his dripping hair. Petr finished drying himself and began to dress, slowly, while Guy eyed his body covetously.
“I, uh, you know, Petr, I’d ask you to join me for a coffee or something. But I really feel beat after that session and I think I’ll stick around here and rest for a bit before I head on home,” Guy said.
“I’ve got to get going, anyway. But you may write me a check made out for a rainy day. Is that the right way to say it?”
“I think you mean a rain check.”
“Ah.” And Petr actually took a little notebook and pen from his gym bag and wrote the phrase down. “A rain check. I will remember.”
“Next time, definitely, we’ll have to do something afterward.”
“I am looking forward to it.” Petr was fully dressed and had stowed his discarded gym clothes in his bag. They agreed to meet the next afternoon at the same time. Then, grinning, Petr shook Guy’s hand as they exchanged warm goodbyes. Petr left, and Guy heard him whistling to himself as he hurried out, apparently not suffering from anything resembling Guy’s own state of fatigue.
Fuck! Guy thought. The dude’s not human! His name ought to be Robo Iron Man!
Guy remained seated, catching his breath, drying his hair. And listening. The locker room was deserted. The real reason he’d stayed behind, despite his sincere desire to get to know Petr better, was that the bright idea of relieving his sexual tension by jacking off had occurred to him back there in the shower. Otherwise, Guy knew, he’d be horny and uptight all evening, unless he hit the bars or the baths. He and Reinaldo had often made out in secluded corners of the gym building after a heavy session with the weights, the risk of getting caught only multiplying the fervor of their lust. And Guy suspected that some of the other guys who patronized the gym, even some of the supposedly straight ones, beat off under the showers, too, when no one was around to observe them in the act. It was an effective way of prolonging the physical high of a good workout and coming down, so to speak, from a thorough pump.
Guy had few inhibitions about masturbation, although he supposed he’d feel like an idiot if anybody caught him at it. He took a bottle of muscle rub from his locker and massaged some of the soothing lotion into his tanned skin. Then, with the bottle still in his hand, he slipped around the corner and lay down on the bench between the two rows of lockers at the end of the room farthest from the entrance. He dropped his towel on the tiled floor and stretched out comfortably on the wooden platform, letting his head rest on its hard surface and spreading his legs wide so he could plant his bare feet flat on the floor on either side of the bench.
Flat on his broad back, he rubbed the lotion over his taut belly muscles. If anyone entered the locker room, he would hear him in plenty of time to grab the towel and cover up, hard-on or no hard-on. But Guy doubted that he’d be disturbed before he had time to empty his aching, swollen balls of their furious load of sperm. Working out with that humpy number from Czechoslovakia by way of Florida and having the tanned blond bodybuilder’s lush body and fat cock within easy, tantalizing reach had gotten him just too excited. He was almost ready to pop his nuts before he’d actually touched his cock!
Guy poured a generous amount of the muscle rub into the palm of his right hand and set the bottle on the floor. Then, moaning with pleasure, he let the slicked-up hand form a snug fist around the shaft of his throbbing-hard dick. Fuck, it felt good to squeeze his meat like that! He took an even tighter grip on the thick penis that filled his fist so satisfyingly, pretended it was a barbell, and began to pump away. The lubricant felt warm and stimulating as it penetrated the skin of his cock and made his calloused palm slippery enough so he could beat off with a rough violence that thrilled him, and yet without any danger of making his cock sore.
Soon his efforts had him writhing and panting for breath on the bench. The steady chafing of his prick by his fist was wildly exciting. Within a very few seconds of frantic huffing and puffing and eager pounding of his meat, he found himself tensing up all over in excited anticipation of an explosive climax.
Suck it! Suck it, you hot fucker! he thought heatedly, all but shouting the lewd command out loud as, lying back with his eyes closed, he imagined the full, warm red lips of the smiling, macho Petr descending hungrily around his throbbing cock shaft and milking it dry of its load. Eat it, you fucking stud cock sucking son of a bitch built hung bastard! Suck my dick! Suck it! Suck it off! Make me come! Take my load!
Guy was so lost in his lurid, hot fantasy of making it with the new member of the gym, and so preoccupied by his rapidly approaching orgasm, that he didn’t hear Jeremy come into the locker room—until it was too late.
“Jesus!” Jerem
y exclaimed in awe, his jaw dropping open. The color drained from his face, only to surge back again in a red tide of embarrassment and arousal as the startled Guy looked up at him, grimacing with lust.
Guy realized that Jeremy must have heard his loud moans and gasps of masturbatory bliss and walked around the corner to seek their source. The boy’s eyes nearly popped from their sockets at the sight of Guy sprawled out there on the bench, naked. Guy couldn’t blame him. Glancing down at himself, Guy saw his body squirming in the throes of masturbatory excitement. And his brutally-fisted erection, which looked enormous as he worked on it with rough flailing motions of his muscle-swollen right arm, was pulsing with pent-up lust and ready to erupt any second in a shower of come.
But he didn’t stop jerking off. He was too far gone to deny his body the satisfaction of orgasm now. Jeremy’s voyeuristic presence only spurred his desire to come. Guy fixed his hot eyes on the boy as, grunting, he half sat up and continued to squeeze and stroke his dick, daring Jeremy to react. And react he did, once he’d recovered from the shock.
Neither man spoke as Jeremy stripped out of all his clothes and stood naked and trembling beside him, staring down hungrily at Guy’s body as he pumped on his prick. Guy no longer saw any reason to hold back. He groaned loudly and unashamed now as Jeremy’s lithe nudity filled his gaze. Guy saw that the kid was quite well-built in his own right, a sleek young male animal packed with neatly distributed muscle and flat, hard strength. He watched the boy’s firm thighs ripple as he approached the bench. He admired the sexy sway of the taut buttocks, and the twitch of his cock as, heavy in erection, it thrust out from Jeremy’s hairy crotch.
Then Guy’s eyes locked on that hard young cock. It was almost completely stiff, jabbing upward toward Jeremy’s flat belly, wobbling slightly from the pressure of the semen trapped inside it. Guy thrust out his free hand as he went on playing with himself, and grasped Jeremy’s dick around the head. The boy moaned excitedly and Guy felt his tool pulsate violently inside his caressing fingers.
“Give it to me,” Guy gasped.
Jeremy stepped closer. The motion made his cock and balls swing back and forth between his legs, only inches from Guy’s flushed face. Guy licked the penis, wetting it thoroughly with his saliva.
“Oh, fuck, you taste good! Come on. Teabag me,” Guy pleaded.
Guy pulled both of Jeremy’s testicles deep inside his mouth and began to lick them greedily with his warm tongue. He could feel each ball moving about restlessly within its hairy sac, responding to the caressing pressure of his hot tongue. He pushed his face up into Jeremy’s crotch until his lips were pressed against the underside of the boy’s throbbing penis. Guy began to flick Jeremy’s balls back and forth inside his mouth, soaking them in his spit, savoring the bulk and the salty taste of them as his tongue lapped ceaselessly over them from every direction. Jeremy thrust his hands into Guy’s wet, disheveled hair, shuddered with helpless passion, and pushed Guy’s mouth even tighter against his crotch.
He grasped his prick in his fist and bent it down to rub the shaft over Guy’s nose and cheek. Guy’s hand flew up to seize the organ from Jeremy. He gripped the shaft tightly as the boy relinquished his hold, and he let Jeremy’s balls slip out from between his lips. Taking a quick, deep breath, Guy guided the head of the boy’s thick hard-on down to his open mouth, and then inside it. His lips closed exultantly around the shaft as he crammed the head of that cock inside his mouth. And then he began to suck it, beating himself off with renewed intensity as he once again brought his tongue into play on his partner’s hot flesh.
After a few seconds of sliding his wet lips back and forth along the solid cock shaft that he’d sucked deep into his mouth and throat, Guy felt Jeremy shudder all over, and, with a loud gasp, the boy suddenly leaned over to throw himself at full length across Guy’s prone body.
“Let me suck yours, too. I want us to sixty-nine. I want us to come together!” Jeremy babbled feverishly as he struggled to get into the position he wanted. Guy grasped Jeremy’s hips in his hands to hold the boy’s cock in place in his mouth as Jeremy settled down on top of him, his mouth quickly capturing Guy’s own erection. Guy took his fist away from his prick as he felt Jeremy’s smooth warm lips sinking down around it. Soon Jeremy was blowing Guy as lustily as the stud muscleman was eating his dick. They sixty-nined in a kind of erotic frenzy, thinking, caring about nothing except the excitement of feeling their naked bodies crushed together, with their heads thrust between each other’s thighs and their throbbing tools crammed down each other’s throats. Their mouths and hands explored and caressed as they fondled each other in a storm of passion.
Guy pressed his shuddering thighs closer together to trap his partner’s head between then, and he felt the boy’s fingers digging into his ass cheeks. Jeremy, he sensed, was forcing himself to swallow more and more of Guy’s cock until he was deep-throating Guy in the same way Guy was orally possessing him. Guy went out of his mind as he felt his long-delayed orgasm finally surging up from his loins. For a few more seconds the two sweating studs moved their mouths rapidly back and forth, thrusting each other’s ramrods ruthlessly into receptive throats in the violent rhythm of a tottering see-saw. Both men knew that their climaxes were close, and they began to suck on each other with true desperation.
Guy felt Jeremy’s legs tensing, the boy’s belly beginning to push out at him to increase the friction of Guy’s mouth on his dick. Grunting, Guy imitated the motion to do the same to his partner. That did it! Suddenly Guy heard a muffled moan from deep in Jeremy’s throat, vibrating against his cock, and then the boy rammed his own meat all the way down Guy’s throat. It burst deep in his gullet and Guy was just enjoying his first taste of the semen that flooded up into his mouth when his own ejaculation shook his body from head to foot. He could feel his own dick erupting inside Jeremy’s throat, emptying his pent-up lust into the boy’s stomach in fierce, high-pressured spurts of jism.
They shot into each other’s greedy mouths again and again, until, spent, they lay there on the narrow bench panting, their tongues licking each other’s depleted cocks clean of sperm, Jeremy’s weight sagging down upon the hard cushion of Guy’s exhausted body.
“Damn,” Guy groaned, when he could finally trust himself to speak. “That was some hot workout!”
“Yeah,” Jeremy agreed. “But I’m going to have to get my ass back to work. If my boss catches me slacking off like this, let alone getting my rocks off with a gym member on company time, he’ll have my ass. And not in the kind of way I’d enjoy, either!”
“We’d both better hit the showers, first. We’re both pretty funky.”
They went into the shower room, where Jeremy gave himself a quick overall scrub. Guy, who took his time under his own shower head, eyed the gym employee’s naked body appreciatively. Jeremy had been a good lay. Guy had every intention of repeating the experience, preferably sometime in the near future when Jeremy wasn’t at work, so they wouldn’t need to rush—and definitely at some other place, where they’d have more privacy. And Guy possessed a healthy enough ego that he was confident Jeremy would want him again.
After all, Guy was between lovers at the moment. He could always use at least one suitably sexy and accommodating fuck buddy.
“Speaking of your boss,” he said. “Is Avery here today?”
“Yeah, he’s in his office, going over the books.”
“I need to talk to him. To renew my membership.”
“I can do that for you, Guy.”
“I know, but I want to talk to Avery anyway. I don’t want to interrupt him, though.”
“Oh, he won’t mind. He certainly won’t mind be interrupted by you. He likes you.”
“Really? How do you know? Has he said anything to you about me?”
“He’s said plenty. Not that he really had to. I can read Avery like a book,” Jeremy boasted. “Oh, he goes out of his way to be friendly to all the members, but he has his favorites. He th
inks you’re hot. If you played your cards right, you could have Avery eating out of your hand—or at least sucking your dick. But listen, Guy, I really do have to get back on the job. Just go knock on Avery’s door. And thanks again!”
Jeremy kissed Guy, and then he went in search of his discarded clothes.
Guy enjoyed a second leisurely shower, then he dried himself and slowly got dressed. He was experiencing not only post-workout fatigue, but post-orgasmic fatigue. But it was a pleasurable sensation in its way, and one he was familiar with. Stifling a yawn, he grabbed his gym bag and left the locker room.
He passed the front desk, where Jeremy was talking to one of the members, looking as cool and collected as though he hadn’t just disported himself amorously with Guy. He nodded to Guy and flashed him a knowing grin, which Guy returned. The two of them were now co-conspirators. They shared a secret. Guy liked that. It was the sort of thing that made life more interesting. Then Guy made his way to Avery’s office.
This was located in a hallway off the main gym floor. Guy knocked on the door.
“If that’s you, Jeremy, I told you not to fucking bother me, unless the damn building’s on fire,” Avery’s voice called out from the other side of the closed door. “And even then, it’d better be a real fire, not just the smoke alarm going off.”
“Sorry. It’s me, Guy Tremblay.”
“Oh, Guy! Come right on in.”
“There’s no fire,” Guy said, as he entered the office. “Not even a smoke alarm going off. But are you sure I’m not bothering you?”
“Not at all. Grab a seat.”
Avery was seated behind his desk, a chaotic workplace in which stacks of loose papers vied for space with the gym owner’s personal computer, telephone, and fax machine.
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