Tales From the Gym

by Roland Graeme

  “When Avery saw that nasty old jock in the lost and found bin, he was so happy you’d have thought he was reunited with a long-lost trick,” Jeremy said, with a laugh.

  Suppressing a smirk, Guy gave his new fuck buddy a stern lecture about the impropriety of such thefts of other men’s personal property. “If Avery ever catches you stealing the members’ underwear,” he warned, “he’ll probably fire your ass on the spot. And he’ll probably beat your ass, first.”

  “I’d like that. The beating part, I mean.”

  “I bet you would, you fucking pervert. But from now, buddy,” Guy suggested, “I think you’d better cool it. If you want to, you can borrow my dirty workout gear—as long as you don’t actually destroy it while you’re jacking off, and as long as you launder everything and give it back to me after you’re done,” he added graciously.

  “You mean it?”

  “Sure. I think I’m pretty open-minded. And I hate doing laundry, so you’d be doing me a favor.”

  “The next time you come over here, Guy,” Jeremy asked, excitedly, “will you bring your dirty laundry with you?”

  “All right.”

  “Especially your dirty gym clothes.”

  “Jesus! You are a perv.”

  But Guy did as Jeremy asked. Guy was always interested in expanding his range of erotic experiences, and this particular fetish of Jeremy’s seemed harmless enough.

  On his next visit to Jeremy’s apartment, he took along his filled laundry bag. He felt mildly embarrassed, because a few of the items had developed a decidedly ripe smell. Jeremy, however, was ecstatic. While Guy helped himself to a beer from his host’s refrigerator, Jeremy sorted the clothes and put the first load into his washing machine.

  Guy noticed that Jeremy was careful to set aside a particularly disgusting jockstrap and pair of once-white cotton athletic socks. Guy had, in fact, worn them only a few hours previously, during his workout at Big Bodz with Petr. The athletic supporter and the socks were sodden with his sweat, and emitted a funky aroma indeed.

  Jeremy was in an exceptionally eager mood, even for him. He barely let Guy finish his beer before he took Guy—and the three items of gym clothing—into his bedroom.

  “Kiss me,” Jeremy moaned, the prospect of utilizing the dirty laundry as a sex accessory having apparently freed him from what few inhibitions he possessed. “Kiss me, Guy. I always like the way you kiss.”

  Guy pulled him close with one arm, supporting his head with the other. His tongue touched the other man’s mouth lightly, but then it pushed inward, between his lips, and he pulled Jeremy’s warm, naked body closer to his by applying a gentle pressure to the small of his back. There, Guy’s restless fingertips could trace the indentation the other man’s spine made just underneath the surface of his well-muscled flesh.

  Moaning, Jeremy responded to the kiss he had requested with an intensity unusual for him. During their previous sex sessions, he had tended to be a bit passive, until the actual genital activity began. Not tonight, though! He seemed every bit as hot for Guy as Guy was for him! Jeremy was behaving with an aggression that defined the term power bottom.

  “Oh, you kiss nice, too,” Guy groaned against the gym employee’s lips. “Nice and hot!”

  Jeremy’s reply was muffled by Guy’s mouth, and then his tongue stiffened itself and pushed boldly against Guy’s, playing about Guy’s teeth and lips. Guy ran his hand down over Jeremy’s sleek, gently rounded backside, caressing his ass cheeks, and broke their kiss to gasp out, “What do you want to do?”

  “I want you to screw me, stud,” the younger man responded eagerly. “I want to feel your cock in my ass, reaming me out. Making me sore, so I’ll have that to remember you by all day long tomorrow. But first—”

  In much the same way some other tricks might fire up their libidos by smoking a joint, snorting coke, or taking a hit of poppers first, Jeremy grabbed one of Guy’s dirty socks, wadded it up, and pressed it against his face. He inhaled sharply and repeatedly.

  “Fuck,” he moaned. “Oh, fuck! Your smell…your man’s smell…it’s getting me so hard! So hot!”

  Incredulously, Guy saw that Jeremy wasn’t exaggerating. He had an erection jutting out from his groin that looked downright painful, and he was literally shaking with lust!

  “You perv,” Guy said. “You dirty, nasty little perv!”

  “That’s right,” Jeremy pleaded, between sniffs. “Talk mean to me!”

  “Filthy, disgusting, sock-sniffing creep!”

  “Yeah…that’s what I am…fuck me!”

  Already quivering with anticipation, Jeremy pulled away from Guy and spread himself out on the bed on his belly, with his legs wide open—and the two socks and the athletic supporter next to his head, within easy reach.

  “Fuck me,” he repeated. “Grease up that big dick of yours and feed it into my ass, buddy!”

  Guy gave him a smart slap on his ass. “I’m going to fuck you, all right, you nasty little bitch!”

  Jeremy now had Guy’s soiled jockstrap pressed to his nose and mouth. He inhaled desperately, like a dying man being given oxygen by a paramedic.

  Guy put on a rubber and applied some gel lubricant to his latex-sheathed cock. He then took a deep breath to steady himself and got on all fours between Jeremy’s legs. The other man’s butt swelled up excitingly above his solid, hairy thighs. Guy positioned his slippery prick-head firmly in place against Jeremy’s bunghole. He had to restrain himself for a moment when the heat of the other man’s puckered asshole against his cock tempted him to plunge right into his guts like a pile driver.

  But, in fact, when he finally gave a first, tentative push, he entered Jeremy with almost no friction or resistance. Encouraged by the boy’s low moan of delight, Guy pressed forward quickly, and, inch after thick inch, his manhood penetrated the butch number’s tight but relaxed ass.

  As Guy filled him with hard cock, Jeremy began to breathe faster and he trembled once. But he said nothing except, after a pause, “Oh, yeah…fuck me, fuck my ass for me, man! You feel so good inside me!”

  Guy was too excited to answer in words. Moaning, he began to hump his willing victim, both men’s bodies breaking into a light, warm sweat as Guy’s cock shaft worked itself back and forth between Jeremy’s buttocks, pummeling his sphincter muscle. The taut ring of muscle felt like a hot, wet, fleshy mouth wrapped around Guy’s cock and sucking it passionately, greedily.

  Under him, Jeremy seemed to be in ecstasy, his hips churning, his own cock humping against the mattress so hard that it made a loud thumping noise upon impact each time. He wasn’t just sniffing the jockstrap, Guy saw. The horny little bastard had the wet pouch stuffed inside his mouth. He was sucking and chewing on it, tasting Guy’s sweat!

  “Um, it’s good, Guy, it’s so good,” Jeremy mumbled hoarsely, his words barely audible as they emerged through his mouthful of jock. “It’s always good when you fuck me, but tonight—!” He raised his arms over his head and groped back blindly, to grasp Guy by the neck and press his face into his own sweaty shoulder muscle. “Yeah, big stud bodybuilder fucking me!” he chanted. “Big stud cock in my ass! Ah, I can smell your sweat. I can taste it—so salty, so fucking hot!”

  Perspiration ran from both of his open armpits as he tightened his anal muscles around Guy’s hard-fucking dick. Guy stretched out on top of Jeremy’s back and settled in for a long, hard ride. He fucked the boy without mercy—not that Jeremy seemed to want any.

  “Like an animal,” Jeremy panted. “Screw me like we’re a couple of goddamn animals, stud! Make it hurt…oh, make that good hot feeling burn into me, into my guts, into my ass. Fuck my ass!”

  Guy’s orgasm came suddenly, unexpectedly. One instant, he was humping away in mindless, rutting lust, and the next, as efficiently as though his cock was a rifle with a trigger that could be squeezed at will, he exploded inside Jeremy’s body, his sperm escaping from his fuck tool like one long liquid gunshot impacting we
tly against the confinement of the suddenly semen-filled rubber.

  Jeremy writhed under him, his own ejaculation obviously threatening to rip its way through his overexcited loins. “Oh, Jesus, you’re coming, aren’t you? You’re coming in my ass! Let it out, big man, let me feel your fucking stud cock going off in me, let me—oh, God!” Coherent speech seemed to fail him as he concentrated on flexing his anal muscles around Guy’s cock shaft—and sniffing Guy’s jock, loudly and greedily.

  Guy was still unloading when Jeremy sucked in his breath with a sound half-way between a snort and a rasping cry of despair. “Oh, hell, man—I’m coming, too!”

  His asshole tightened even more desperately, more possessively, around the rutting shaft of Guy’s cock, as both men exploded together, wetly and repeatedly, humping…gasping…coming…

  Chapter Four

  Inside the Box

  Guy and Petr had completed their workout one afternoon. They had showered, and had gone back into the locker room to get dressed, when Guy saw an envelope taped to the door of his locker.

  “What’s that?” Petr asked.

  “I have no idea. It’s got my name on it, though.” Guy tore the envelope open, and pulled out a folded note.

  Hey, Guy. Come see me when you’re done, he read. I have something I want to talk to you about. The note was signed Avery. “Is it from one of your admirers?” Petr asked.

  “I don’t have any admirers. But I have to see somebody.”

  “Who?”

  “Avery.”

  “Ah.” Petr managed to load this monosyllabic exclamation with a wealth of innuendo.

  “What?” Guy demanded, as he opened his locker and began to get dressed. “What’s with the ah? What are you implying?”

  “Nothing. Only that Avery likes you…and he hopes to win you, as his lover.”

  “Whatever makes you say a thing like that?”

  “You are Avery’s favorite. He prefers you to all of the other men who work out here in the gym.”

  “Don’t talk nonsense,” Guy scoffed.

  “Is it nonsense? We will see.”

  “Avery and I are just acquaintances. Nothing more.”

  “If you say so, Guy.”

  “I do say so.”

  “Wouldn’t you like to have Avery as a lover? Don’t you find him attractive?”

  “Aw, shut up. You don’t know what you’re talking about. Me and Avery—don’t make me laugh. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  “Very well. Enjoy your evening—with your admirer Avery,” Petr said, by way of a parting shot.

  “Fuck you!”

  The echo of Petr’s mocking laughter lingered behind in the locker room, as the Czech bodybuilder gathered up his gear and left.

  Guy went in search of Avery, and found him, as usual, in his office and behind his desk, engrossed in paperwork.

  “You wanted to see me, Avery?” he asked.

  “Oh, yes. Shut the door, will you?”

  Guy closed the door and sat down.

  “I saw you and Petr come in together,” Avery said. “Did you two have a good workout?”

  “Yeah. It’s always good, working out with Petr.”

  “Petr’s not waiting for you out there, is he?”

  “No, I sent him on his way.”

  “Good. You see, I have something I want to show you.”

  “I can’t imagine what.”

  “You’ll see in a minute. Here, let me turn this a little toward you, so we can both see it.” Avery was referring to his computer’s video monitor, which he adjusted accordingly. “There. Now I can start the show.”

  Avery tapped a few keys on his keyboard, and the computer’s screen came to life.

  Guy couldn’t believe what he saw. There, in sharp focus and full color, was a view of part of the gym’s locker room. The part of it farthest away from the entrance, to be precise. And there were Guy and Jeremy, stretched out on a bench together naked, sucking each other’s cocks!

  “Jesus fucking Christ!” Guy blurted out.

  “Don’t blaspheme,” Avery advised, with a wry look on his handsome face. “After all, it’s bad enough that you’ve committed one of the other Seven Deadly Sins—and preserved the commission on videotape for posterity.”

  “Turn it off,” Guy pleaded.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to watch it?”

  “I’m sure.”

  Avery shrugged, but he hit a key, and the screen went blank. “After all, you were there,” he said. “You were one of the participants. Seeing it, afterward, must pale by comparison.”

  “Now, listen here, Avery—” Guy began, before his voice faltered.

  “I’m listening.”

  “I know Jeremy and I broke all the rules. But you can’t blame him. I talked him into it. I, uh, I sort of enticed him. You know what I mean?”

  “Oh, I think I know exactly what you mean, Guy. Not that I think Jeremy required much in the way of enticement.”

  “I’ll take full responsibility for this.”

  “That’s very big of you, Guy.”

  “So you can’t fire Jeremy. That wouldn’t be fair.”

  “But I have no intention of firing him.”

  “No?” Guy was still flustered, but he was beginning to think there might be a way of talking himself out of this mess. Avery seemed amused rather than angry, which was reassuring.

  “No, I have no intention of firing Jeremy,” Avery went on, smoothly. “Not for something like this, anyway. I’ll wait until he really screws up. Which he’s not likely to do. I’m not talking about his penchant for sniffing other men’s dirty jocks and socks. That I can live with.”

  “Oh, you know about that, too, do you?”

  “Thanks to the cameras, again. I make it my business to know about everything that goes on in this gym. Talk about perverted! You should see what that boy can do with a dirty, stinking jock. But Jeremy’s a good employee, on the whole. Unlike some I could name. I had this young kid working for me a year or so ago. He had a real attitude, and when I started getting complaints from the customers that things were missing from their lockers, I got suspicious. That’s when I had the security cameras installed. I caught the little bastard on tape, red-handed. It turned out he had a juvenile record, which was sealed, so I couldn’t have accessed it when I hired him if I’d wanted to. One of the things he learned from the other punks he did time with was how to pick locks. I have to give him credit—he could pop open a cheap padlock as easily as you or I can unzip our pants. I’ve been careful to buy only good-quality padlocks ever since. I fired his ass, of course, and then I hired Jeremy to replace him. Which I’ve never regretted.”

  Guy could feel himself calming down a bit. “And you don’t regret it now?”

  “Hell, no. Why should I? Oh, I wouldn’t want one of the straight members—and we do have some, believe it or not—walking into the locker room, or the steam room, or the showers, and seeing Jeremy getting it on hot and heavy with you or one of the other members. That could be embarrassing. I’ll have a word with Jeremy and tell him to be a little more discreet.”

  “And me?” Guy asked. “What about me? Are you going to have a word with me?”

  “We’re having it, right now.”

  “You’re not going to revoke my membership and kick me out?”

  “For fucking Jeremy? Is that what you’re afraid of? Of course not.”

  “Well, Avery, I have to say you’re being very reasonable about this whole thing.”

  “What is there to be unreasonable about? The truth is, you’ve done me a favor.”

  “Me? A favor? I don’t get it.”

  “I have to be honest with you. I rather enjoyed watching your performance. It was one of the better ones the security cameras have caught, since they were installed.”

  “One of the better ones? Are you telling me you’ve seen other guys get it on together here in the gym?”

/>   “Lots of them, as a matter of fact. It’s surprising how many guys seem to feel a need to finish off their workouts with an orgasm. Either alone and self-induced, or with another man to help them out. Sometimes three or more blokes have been known to get it on together, in the shower room.”

  “Why, you bastard!” Guy exclaimed. “You’ve been watching those tapes—and getting off on them!”

  “It’s part of my job to monitor them periodically and make sure nothing’s going on like those unfortunate incidents with Jeremy’s predecessor. And I don’t really watch the tapes. That would take too much time and be too boring. I fast-forward through them, and I only stop if something out of the ordinary comes up.”

  “I wonder what the members would say if they knew they had hidden cameras aimed at them, when they least suspect it,” Guy said.

  Avery laughed. “That’s interesting. A minute ago, you were scared shitless. You were caught with your pants down and your dick out, and you were afraid I was going to do something to you—and to Jeremy. Now you’ve had a chance to catch your breath, and you’re getting all cocky again. You think you have the upper hand, don’t you, Guy? You think you’re the one who has something on me.”

  Guy squirmed in his seat. “Now, Avery—”

  “Relax, will you? We’re just two friends having an honest discussion. I can assure you I’m not some kind of voyeur. I don’t sit here drooling over those tapes, jerking off every time I see a guy changing his clothes in front of a locker. It takes a hell of a lot more than a naked body to get me going. Two or three naked bodies, really going at one another—yeah, that’s a different story.” Avery paused. “You must be wondering why I’m telling you all this. Why I showed you the tape in the first place.”