Tales From the Gym

by Roland Graeme

  “I’m going to shoot it,” the other guy moaned. “If you keep on sucking me like that I’m going to lose my load!”

  It was thrusting into Guy, all those thick inches of cock-meat, stretching his lips apart the way he like them to be stretched, filling his mouth with raw male power, inch after inch, sliding against his tongue, stabbing toward his throat, pulsing and throbbing. At last the sweaty crotch hair touched his cheeks and nose, and he could feel the contracted balls against his chin, along with the angry pressure of the cock head rammed deep in his throat. His tongue pushed against the prick, and he could feel the head swelling and subsiding, over and over again, the ridged veins like an obscene French tickler type condom teasing him. He gobbled for the root, and his lips touched the hair. He pressed on the guy’s buttocks, urging the real face-fucking to begin, welcoming it, demanding it. And he got it! The other man responded with a shudder of lust. His hips began to hump. His buttocks contracted into hard knots of muscle as his prick stabbed deeply, then his glutes relaxed again as his cock pulled part of the way out of the sucking mouth.

  Guy worked his tongue feverishly, sucking nonstop. The other man shifted his thighs and knees to fuck his throat with even greater momentum. He shoved roughly, his hard belly and groin battering at Guy’s handsome face. There were loud groans of sexual agony as the guy fought to hold off his ejaculation, and then there were louder groans of possessive urgency as Guy, hearing him, fought to trigger it. Muscles quickened, sounds of sucking smacked off the cubicle walls, flesh impacting against flesh, grunts, growls of desperate pleasure, gurgles of triumph as Guy took all of the cock with its every savage, throat-reaming thrust.

  Guy’s own cock was hard and up tight against his belly. He felt the sudden spasming of his ass hole as he shot his own load, the cum splattering up in an arc, only to fall back onto his belly and drip down the other guy’s broad back and down the crack of his ass. That big prick tore into his throat now, driven by the rotating, pumping buttocks, screwing Guy’s mouth without mercy or letup. And then, abruptly, in spasm upon spasm of sticky salty wetness, the flood of jism came surging into his throat at last.

  The blast of cum was so strong it rocked Guy from head to foot. He swallowed frantically, and still the thick cream poured into his throat and filled his mouth with the salty pungency he craved. He felt it frothing over his lips, dribbling down his chin. The slimy cock shaft began to slip back and forth in his mouth more freely now that it lubricated itself with its own discharge of semen, and Guy could hear the man he’d just sucked off whimpering above him, his whole body shaking with the force of his release. Then he relaxed, sagging down onto his elbows and forearms, moaning as his cock pumped out its last drops of semen and Guy’s lips and tongue nursed the deflating organ, trying to coax it back to life, or at least make sure that they had drawn every last drop from its core.

  But the other guy was spent. He rolled off Guy after a moment and lay sprawled on the mattress, his thick legs spread wide apart, his balls dangling over the edge of the bed. His cock, glistening wet with saliva, lay over his left thigh like a limp hose, twitching once or twice before it collapsed altogether into flaccidity.

  They lay there on the narrow bed together, slumped in a heap of limp limbs. They were both breathing hard. After a minute or so, Guy’s trick slowly sat up. He looked in the mirror and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face. Then he smiled at Guy— rather sheepishly, Guy thought, his shyness incongruous after what they’d just done to each other.

  “Thanks,” the man said. “I think I’ll rest for a little while.”

  He gave Guy a little pat on the thigh. Guy knew that he was being dismissed. He stood up and retrieved his towel. Then he left the cubicle, without bothering to put the towel around his waist.

  “You want the door open or closed?” he asked.

  “Open, I guess. Thanks.”

  Guy decided to rest for a few moments. He stood there naked, leaning his back against the wall. But then, surprisingly soon, he began to feel restless again. He decided to go on the prowl.

  He didn’t have to go far. He passed two closed doors. The third one was wide open. Inside this cubicle, the light was turned half down. A man lay naked on the bed, face down. He had a nice body, and although part of his face was pressed into the pillow, that didn’t look bad, either. A wedding ring on his left hand glinted in the dim light.

  He didn’t look up. He seemed to sense Guy’s presence, there in the doorway.

  “Fuck me,” the man mumbled, his voiced muffled by the pillow. “Somebody, fuck me. Come in here and fuck me!”

  Guy stepped into the room.

  “Leave the door open,” the room’s occupant told him. “I want them to see you fucking me.”

  Guy helped himself to the condoms and lube that were set out on the table beside the bed. He got on top of the prone man.

  “Don’t move,” he told the man. “You just stay there and get fucked, since you want to get fucked so bad!”

  “Yeah,” the man moaned. “Oh, yeah!”

  Guy jammed his latex-sheathed and lightly lubed prick up the man’s ass. Then he settled down comfortably on top of his willing victim and began to fuck.

  Guy couldn’t restrain himself. The sheer perversity of the situation, the brutality, the no-holds-barred atmosphere of sex gone wild, turned him on as he’d rarely been turned on before. He felt as horny as though he hadn’t just climaxed, and he took out his erotic rage on the man lying under him. The warm depths of the man’s ass hole closed around his cock shaft. It was one of the hottest fucks Guy had ever had! He shoved harder, driving himself up and down, and into the other man, with savage force.

  “Fuck me!” the man cried.

  “Yeah, fuck him!” another voice urged. The sound startled Guy. He realized that someone was standing out there in the hallway, watching them through the open doorway.

  After making a few more strokes, Guy turned his head to glance at the onlooker. He was a well-built number with tousled light brown hair and a matching mustache and beard. He had his towel around his waist, with two of its corners twisted into a loose knot to keep it secured. But his cock protruded from a gap the towel made in front, and the man was masturbating.

  His eyes met Guy’s, and he smiled as he continued to jerk himself.

  “You’re putting on a pretty good show,” he said.

  “Thanks,” Guy said.

  “Fuck him harder,” the bearded man urged. “He looks like he can take it. He looks as though he likes it rough.”

  Guy redoubled his efforts.

  “Oh, Christ!” the guy lying under him yelled. “Take it easy, will you? I can’t take it! That thing’s just too big!”

  “Bullshit,” the bearded number grumbled. “Here, this ought to help.”

  He stepped into the cubicle, leaving the door open. He stopped playing with himself long enough to produce a little brown glass bottle, which he’d kept tucked inside the waistband of his towel.

  He unscrewed the cap, held the bottle of poppers under the fuckee’s nose and let him inhale deeply from it, then offered Guy a hit. Guy snorted the poppers. The bearded man offered the married man Guy was humping another hit, just for good measure. That seemed to change the fuckee’s attitude. Offering no further protests, he bucked his ass wildly, pushing himself back into Guy’s groin, silently encouraging Guy to continue the hard-driving fuck he was giving him.

  As for Guy, he really needed no artificial stimulants. His body was already alive with lust as he hammered his cock all the way into his victim’s body, rested on his back for just a moment, and then began to hump him as hard as he could. The dude’s cries of protest changed to groans of pleasure and then into wild screams of delight as Guy shoved in and out of him with rough, hard strokes!

  “That’s right!” the bearded observer panted as he stood there and jerked himself off beside the bed. “Fuck him! Fuck him, big man! He loves it! Make him
feel how big your cock is!”

  He bent his head, watching Guy’s tool plunge in and out of the other man’s hot ass hole. Guy could see his admirer jerking off while he watched, his eyes bright with amyl-enhanced excitement in the gloom of the dimly lit room. Suddenly the man darted behind Guy, out of his line of sight, and for a moment Guy assumed he was going to try to fuck him. Which would have been just fine so far as Guy was concerned, as long as the dude used a rubber. But instead of his cock, it was his hot breath that Guy felt against his ass.

  “Fuck him! Fuck him!” the man panted feverishly, and then he burrowed his face between Guy’s ass cheeks and rammed his tongue into his ass hole. His soft facial hair rubbed over Guy’s buttocks.

  Guy did exactly as he was told, but nobody now had to tell him what to do or how to go about it. Nothing could have stopped him now as he plunged madly in and out of that hot, quivering ass hole. Each stroke made him grunt with the desire to give the guy he was fucking another stroke, and another, and another! And, all the while, that tongue teased his own ass hole, licking, tickling, probing.

  Guy was vaguely aware that two other men had taken advantage of the opportunity provided by the open door. They’d squeezed themselves into the room and were watching the action on the bed. They were jerking themselves off as they did so. The room seemed to be saturated with the sounds and smell of sex.

  He felt himself quickly reaching the point of climax and he tried to hold it in, to prolong the pleasure for even a few moments longer. But his body was a fucking machine that could no longer be controlled or stopped, not even slowed. He lunged up and down with harder and harder thrusts, until he knew it was impossible to keep his cock from exploding its hot juice inside the guy’s ass.

  “Are you coming?” the bearded man moaned. “Are you coming in him? In his ass?”

  “Fuck, yeah!” Guy gasped. “Yeah! I’m coming, all right! I’m going to shoot! Yeah, oh yeah! I’m coming! Ahhh!”

  He felt the body shake under him, and then a warm splatter hit his buttocks, followed by another and another, as one of the men who was watching them masturbated himself to orgasm and shot off, spraying his jism all over Guy’s back and butt. A tremor inside the prostrate man’s ass gripped Guy’s cock and squeezed it as he, too, ejaculated. Guy flooded the tip of the condom with a froth of jism, which oozed rather than spurted from his prick like so much hot fresh whipped cream.

  He pulled his prick out of the married guy’s ass and rolled over onto his back on the mattresses, gasping, choking, drained by his orgasm. The bearded man leaned over him, took his head between his hands, and kissed him roughly on the lips, his tongue pushing deep inside Guy’s open, saliva-drooling mouth. Guy felt a third man’s fingers sliding between his buttocks, searching for his ass hole, smearing it with the cool gel lubricant. He spread his legs and relaxed his sphincter muscle, letting the man grease his ass hole, then he reached down and groped for the bearded number’s big cock. He noted with satisfaction that it was already sheathed in a condom, and he guided it against his bunghole.

  “Fuck me,” Guy moaned into the bearded man’s mouth, as they went on kissing. “Fuck me hard!” His legs went up around the man’s waist as the bearded stud obliged, as his prick imitated his tongue by plunging deep into Guy. Another man took each of Guy’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and began to pinch them. And then yet another naked man licked Guy’s chest and armpit, and Guy surrendered himself completely to the other men’s lust.

  Chapter Six

  Sex, Australian Style

  As a general rule, Guy tried to avoid going to the gym on a weekday during the hour or two beginning at five o’clock. That was when the business executive types tended to put in their workouts, coming directly from their offices. Guy had nothing against these members, so long as they didn’t interrupt his routine by trying to engage him in prolonged conversations. He simply preferred to go to the gym when it was less crowded.

  One day, however, he decided to squeeze in an extra workout. He called Petr and invited him to join him.

  “Oh, I am sorry, Guy,” the Czech told him. “I’d like to, but I can’t make it.”

  “That’s all right, buddy. I know it was short notice.”

  “The truth is, I have another engagement.”

  Guy’s curiosity was aroused. He realized that he really had no idea of what Petr did in his spare time. “Oh, you do, do you? What kind of an engagement?”

  “I suppose you would call it a date.”

  “A date? With a man?”

  “Yes.”

  “How interesting. Do I know this guy?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Are you two an item?”

  “I’m afraid I don’t understand you, Guy. What do you mean by an item?”

  “Are you having sex with this guy?”

  “Well…yes.”

  “Aren’t you full of surprises? I must say, I’m a little envious. And now I can’t help wondering what other secrets you’ve been keeping from me.”

  “None, Guy. I swear.”

  “I was only joking. Anyway, I’ll let you go. Have fun. I expect you to tell me all about this boyfriend of yours the next time I see you.”

  “Maybe I will,” Petr said, “and maybe I won’t.”

  “You fucking tease!”

  After he hung up, Guy wondered why he was so surprised by the fact that Petr was seeing somebody. His training partner was an attractive man. It was only natural that he should have his admirers. But there was an essential reserve about Petr that made it difficult to imagine that his friend could be—well, as much of a slut as Guy himself could be, on occasion!

  I admit it, Guy told himself. I’m a whore. And I also admit that I am a little jealous of Petr. I wouldn’t mind seducing that sexy blond stud, myself. I wonder what he’d be like in bed. He always strikes me as being kind of shy. I bet he wouldn’t be so shy in bed…not with me there to teach him a thing or two, that’s for sure!

  He hit the gym and put in his workout. He was interested to see that Avery was out there on the weight room floor in workout clothes and putting himself through his own routine. He nodded to Avery, and occasionally stole a glance in his direction to see exactly what kind of exercises the gym owner was doing. A veteran bodybuilder such as Avery knew all the tricks, and Guy was willing to learn from him.

  He and Avery finished their routines at virtually the same time. It was only then that Avery came up to Guy and engaged him in conversation.

  “Where’s your buddy?” Avery asked.

  “He has a date.”

  “You’re kidding. I thought he was still a virgin.”

  Guy laughed. “So did I. Now, we mustn’t make fun of Petr. He’s a nice guy. And he’s obviously a little more sophisticated than I’d given him credit for. He seems to have scored with at least one Californian dude already.”

  Avery moved in closer to Guy, and lowered his voice. “I wouldn’t mind recruiting Petr for the live shows. Imagine you and him together, in The Box.”

  “Fuck. I am imagining it, now that you’ve put the idea in my head. Damn. Wouldn’t that be something?”

  “Do you think Petr would be interested?”

  “I honestly don’t know, Avery. He’s always seemed kind of conservative, to me. He might freak out if he knew what was going on in the warehouse.”

  “Maybe you—or I—could bring up the subject with him, indirectly, and see how he reacts.”

  “Maybe,” Guy said. “Let me think about it.”

  They were talking in the locker room, which was filled with other naked and half-dressed men. Many of these guys had come to the gym directly after work, as Guy had anticipated, and now that they’d finished their workouts, they seemed eager to hit the shower, change back into their street clothes, and head for home. But Avery didn’t seem to be in any big hurry, and Guy had eyes only for him. They stripped out of their workout gear and hit the showers t
ogether.

  Guy wasn’t above sneaking a peek. Peek, hell! He indulged in some outright staring. He had a feeling that Avery wouldn’t mind. After all, he was probably used to being admired, to the extent that he took it for granted. And he no doubt had the same exhibitionistic streak in him that most bodybuilders possessed.

  He still had one of the most extraordinary physiques Guy had ever seen. His old photos, impressive though they were, didn’t begin to do him justice. He might not have been competing any longer, but it certainly wasn’t because he couldn’t. He was only a step or two below top form. A few weeks of intense training, and Avery would have been quite capable of going out on any stage and giving younger men plenty to worry about.

  He was a huge man, but so well-proportioned that his physique looked sleek, symmetrical, and agile—an athlete’s body, primed for action in bed or out. His enormous shoulders and his massive chest, with its twin mounds of pectoral muscles, narrowed to a small waist and narrow hips. Even his hands and his feet looked as though they were packed with corded muscle.

  Bodybuilding had certain classic looks that never seemed to go out of style. At one extreme, blue-eyed blond California surfer types—never mind where they actually hailed from, or where they resided—were always in fashion. Avery represented another, equally valid type. He was dark, like Guy, with long thick black hair. The two of them had an advantage in that the dark tans which bodybuilders were expected to acquire looked more natural on them than they did on some of the fair-haired boys. Avery was deeply tanned all over except for the brief pale strip around his crotch and ass where he’d worn an indecently skimpy bathing suit. Guy was intrigued to take note that, as most bodybuilders did on a regular basis, Avery had shaved off all of his body hair except for the dark bushy curls around his cock and balls. Perhaps it was simply part of his routine, a habit he’d never got out of.