Tales From the Gym

by Roland Graeme

  “I think you can put the real thing in there now,” Guy whispered.

  “I am ready if you are, Guy.”

  “Then do it!” Guy spread his legs wider to afford Petr greater access to his butt, and he braced himself against the coming onslaught.

  Petr was putting a condom on his cock.

  “Do you want a lot of lube, or a little?” he asked.

  “Don’t put on too much. I want to feel that big thing going in and out of me. I want to know I’ve been fucked.”

  Petr put his sheathed head against the waiting aperture and pressed forward. Guy couldn’t wait for his lover to insert himself into him. He shoved his ass up suddenly, forcing the head to go inside his anus and emitting a faint cry of agony at the sudden pain.

  “Oh, hell!” he gasped.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “No,” Guy lied. “Get the rest of it in there and start fucking me. It feels good.”

  And that, at least was no lie. It did feel good. Even the friction, the slight burning sensation, was pleasurable, once Guy got used to it.

  “Tell me, Guy,” Petr asked, in an exaggeratedly polite tone of voice. “Do you know you are being fucked yet?”

  “Oh, you’re quite the comedian, aren’t you? Don’t try to be funny. Shut up and fuck!”

  Petr, smiling, fell silent and concentrated his full attention on the task at hand.

  Guy, however, spoke enough for both of them.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me!” he demanded, over and over again. “Oh God, Petr—please fuck me! Don’t stop. Oh, it feels so damn good. Please don’t stop!”

  Petr didn’t stop. In fact, he never so much as slackened his pace. He pounded away at Guy’s ass.

  Long, sweaty, breathless minutes passed.

  “I love it, man,” Guy gasped. “I love it, having your cock in me, up my ass, fucking me like this. Fuck me harder. Come in my ass.” His hands brushed through Petr’s tangled blond mop, stroked his forehead and cheeks. “Come in my ass,” he repeated. “Let me feel that big thing of going off inside me like a gun!”

  “You are going to feel it,” Petr promised. “Any moment now!”

  They had both instinctively slowed their pace in order to prolong their mutual pleasure for as many seconds as possible, and as a result their bodies slapped together with less violence. Each time Petr pushed his prick up Guy’s ass hole as far as it would go, Guy would strain his guts hard to squeeze Petr’s cock and force a groan of delight from his lips. Then Guy would relax his ass muscles, sending a silent signal to Petr to ram his dick back up his anus, tugging at the surrounding membranes and dragging them part-way along as his workout partner’s big cock was withdrawn. Guy sucked in his breath each time he experienced this painful, yet exquisite, friction. Then, when the feeling ebbed away, he would go completely limp, only to tense his body again an instant later as Petr began another down stroke.

  They went at each other like that for some time, until Guy could feel himself getting dangerously close to coming. He sensed that Petr wasn’t all that far behind him. Reluctantly, Guy put his hand on Petr’s chest and pushed him back, easing the Czech’s cock out of his butt.

  “I don’t want us to come so soon, baby,” Guy panted. “I’m enjoying this too much.”

  Petr groaned. “So am I.”

  “Let’s change our position.”

  “Very well. What do you want me to do?”

  “Lie back. I’m going to sit on it. I want to ride it, Petr. I want to feel it going right up into my ass!”

  Within seconds, Guy was squatting over Petr’s gloved and slicked-up erection. Guy eased himself down on it. Inch by inch, the blond man’s cock pushed up into his ass. Guy settled down on top of his buddy and began to ride his cock.

  “Don’t move,” Guy told Petr. “Let me do all the work.”

  He fucked himself on Petr’s prick, driving the full length of it in and out of his body.

  “Oh, God,” Guy exulted. “Does that ever feel good! Is it good for you, too, buddy?”

  “It feels wonderful, Guy.”

  “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh, take my horny ass! Let me feel every inch of you in me!”

  They fucked.

  After a few minutes, Petr began to take a more aggressive role in their sex, raising his butt off the mattress to thrust himself deep into Guy’s anus. Both men’s bodies were wet with sweat.

  “That’s right, buddy,” Guy said. “Fuck my ass. Don’t hold back. Give me everything you’ve got. Oh, that’s the spot. Right there. You’ve nailed it. Now hammer it. Hammer it hard!”

  Petr babbled something in Czech. Guy couldn’t understand a word of it, but it sounded dirty.

  “Easy for you to say,” he joked, breathlessly. “Oh, fuck me! Fuck my hole!”

  Petr grunted. Guy suspected he was getting close again, and this time Guy didn’t want to postpone their climaxes, even if he could, which he doubted. He had to come, with that big cock buried in his hot, horny, wildly excited ass! Petr shoved himself up into Guy’s butt—once, twice, three times. On the fourth piston-like down stroke, Guy administered the coup de grace. He squeezed Petr’s shaft with his anal muscles as hard as he could, but this time he didn’t release the pressure. Instead, he maintained it, and he was rewarded for his efforts when he felt his fucker begin to unload his sperm halfway through his fifth thrust. Petr gasped in shock and clung to Guy with both hands as his cock exploded inside the condom, finally relieving the pressure, and triggering guy’s own ejaculation. Yowling, Petr lost control of his humping motions and collapsed in a heap of shuddering flesh on top of guy, as the two men’s limbs thrashed about on the bed.

  Guy shouted out his own lustful satisfaction as he came. Petr didn’t stop fucking him, but in fact plunged in and out of him faster and more roughly than before, and Petr’s buttocks jerked in the rapid throes of orgasm, driving his dick into guy’s sore ass painfully. Their dripping, exhausted bodies banged together in sticky, sweaty, heated contact.

  The sudden extra pressure of Petr’s cock tip on his prostate gland increased the force of Guy’s long-delayed ejaculation. His penis throbbed hotly within the slippery grip of his fucker’s steadily massaging fingers, and he came—not in a series of short, rapid, high-pressured spurts, the way he usually did, but in a continuous stream of very wet fluid flowing from the gaping piss slit of his penis. The flood of semen soaked the sheets, his belly, and Petr’s fist which went right on milking Guy’s oozing cock dry of its load.

  Loosening his grip on Guy’s come-slicked cock, Petr led his right hand slide up over the other man’s torso, smearing Guy’s own jism over his damp skin. Petr’s thumb and forefinger found Guy’s nipple and pinched it, hard, as he stroked Guy’s belly and thighs and softening, sticky dick with his left hand. And, all the while, he worked his cock in and out of the butt he had just fucked. Breathing hard, the two men rested.

  “Leave it in there if you want to,” Guy offered.

  Petr laughed. “I would like to. But if I do, it may get hard again, and I may end up wanting to screw you again. I may go on screwing you, all night long.’

  “So much the better. Unless you want to get rid of me.”

  “No, that’s the last thing I want, right now.” Petr kissed Guy’s shoulder, as his cock continued to plow away inside his ass, although more sluggishly now.

  “You’re an unreal fuck. Such stamina.”

  “Thank you.”

  “And such generosity. You just kept on giving me what I wanted.”

  “Thank you again.”

  “Most men who are as attractive as you are don’t fuck nearly half so well. It’s probably because they’re really in love with themselves.”

  Petr laughed again. “I like myself. But I can’t fuck myself.”

  “Good. Because from now on, you have me for that.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Equal Pay For Equal Work

  After their workout, on one
afternoon a month later, Guy and Petr paid a visit to Avery’s office. Guy rapped on the door.

  “Who’s there?” Avery called.

  “Guido Terratrema, otherwise known as The Italian Earthquake,” Guy said. “And his sidekick, The Bohemian Bomber.”

  “Come on in. Sit down, men. Take a load off. Now, what can I do for you two lovebirds?”

  “About the live show coming up—” Guy began.

  “Oh, God. Please tell me you’re still going to do it. Both of you. Or can’t one of you make it?”

  “We’re going to do it, and we plan on giving you one hell of a show.”

  “That’s a relief. You two have already become just about the most popular pair on the site.”

  “I know we have,” Guy said, with no pretense of false modesty. “That’s why we’d like to renegotiate our terms.”

  “Renegotiate? What, exactly?”

  Petr spoke up. “We want more money.”

  Avery was visibly taken aback. “Now, Petr. Don’t be greedy. It doesn’t become you.”

  “Greed has nothing to do with it. We are talking about fair play. We want equal pay for equal work. After all, that is the American way, is it not?”

  “Huh? Equal work? What are you talking about?”

  Guy produced a piece of paper and handed it to Avery. “Here’s a list of websites located right here in southern California that specialize in bodybuilders. You know, muscle worship, streaming videos, live sex shows—does that sort of thing sound familiar?”

  “Why would I be interested in any of these crappy sites?”

  “Because they’re your competition, for one thing. You’ll notice, Avery,” Guy went on, smoothly, “that next to each website’s name I’ve written what they pay their performers.”

  “Where’d you get that information?”

  “It was easy. Petr and I filled out the sites’ online applications and submitted them, including our photos. Most of the sites were very quick to respond.”

  “But you guys can’t do that. You can’t work for any of these websites. You have exclusive contracts with me.”

  “Indeed we do, and we intend to honor them. But there’s nothing in our contracts that says we can’t apply to other websites, and be offered work by them, as long as we decline the offers. And now that we know the kind of money that’s out there—well, when our contracts expire, there’s no guarantee we’ll renew them. We might have to shop around for a better deal. Thanks to our appearances on Big Boyz, we’ve built up a certain reputation. We might as well capitalize on the fact.”

  “You can’t work out in my gym and appear on somebody else’s website!” Avery protested.

  “Why not?” Petr asked.

  “How would that look? It would make me look ridiculous.”

  Petr smiled. “Well, Avery. Then it is a question of how much you are prepared to pay, to avoid being made to look ridiculous.”

  “This is blackmail,” Avery sputtered. “Extortion.”

  Guy snickered. “You ought to know.”

  “If I were the sensitive type, I might resent that comment, Guy,” Avery said.

  “Yeah, but luckily for all of us, you aren’t the sensitive type,” Guy retorted. “When it comes to business, you’re as tough as nails. And you don’t have any real respect for anybody who isn’t every bit as tough as you. Let’s face it, Avery. You’ve fucked me and Petr over, in every sense of the word, including literally fucking us. Now it’s our turn to fuck with you. How’s it feel to be on the receiving end of the shaft for a change?”

  “You both know I like to give and receive.”

  Guy groaned. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

  Avery glowered at both men. “All right. Let’s talk business. How much do you want?”

  Petr took out a pad and pencil, wrote out some figures, and showed them to Avery.

  “I think my English has improved since I came to Los Angeles,” Petr said. “And see how high I have learned to count in English!”

  “This much?” Avery yelped. “For fucking?”

  “Take it or leave it,” Guy said.

  Avery blustered, and tried to stall for time, but finally he gave in. He agreed to their terms. Red-faced and cursing under his breath, he called up the contracts on his computer, and began typing in the changes.

  “While you’re at it, you can update my address,” Petr suggested. “I’ve moved in with Guy.”

  “Congratulations,” Avery said. “I guess this means that you two are now officially an item. Not that it wasn’t obvious to everyone before. When you get busted for extortion, maybe you can share a jail cell.”

  “Oh, I think I’d like that,” Petr said, brightly. “If we end up in prison, Guy, will you be my bitch? Can I pimp you out to the other inmates?”

  Guy laughed. “You watch too much cable TV, baby.”

  Avery printed out the new contracts. Guy and Petr perused them thoroughly, line by line.

  “Maybe you could sign them while we’re all still young?” Avery asked.

  “Just making sure you didn’t slip in some new clause or other, to screw us,” Guy said.

  “Guy, you have the makings of a good jailhouse lawyer.”

  With the new contracts finally signed, Avery fed the old ones through his shredder.

  “All right,” he said. “Speaking of getting screwed…I feel as though I’ve just been fucked. And I didn’t even get kissed, first!”

  “I will kiss you, Avery,” Petr volunteered.

  “And so will I,” Guy said.

  Avery grunted, but he gave his mouth to each of the other two men in turn. “I guess I’m going to have to settle for such cheap thrills from now on. What with you two being madly in love, and all.”

  Guy grinned. “Don’t knock it, Avery.”

  “Yes,” Petr agreed. “You ought to try it, Avery. There are many men who would be happy to be your lover. Jeremy, for one. Tex, for another.”

  “Jeremy! That little slut!” Avery exclaimed. “And Tex—that conniving whore? I’d be better off just staying at home alone and giving myself a good wank.”

  “Suit yourself, Avery,” Guy said. “You don’t know what you’re missing.” He turned Petr and gave him a hug and a long, passionate kiss. “Um, sweet,” Guy murmured. “By the way, Avery, have I ever thanked you for bringing Petr and me together? I know you didn’t intend to do that, but that’s how it worked out. And we couldn’t be happier about it, could we, Petr?’

  “No,” Petr declared, happily.

  Avery grimaced.

  “Get the bloody hell out of here, you two, before you start holding hands, gazing into each other’s eyes, and billing and cooing like a couple of muscle bound turtledoves. I’ll see you at the warehouse on Friday night. And the show you put on for me there had better be good!”

  “It will be,” Guy promised. “Come on, Petr. Let’s go home.”

  “Yeah, you’d better go home and rest up,” Avery advised. “Don’t have too much sex together between now and Friday night. Save it for the show!” As Guy and Petr left his office, Avery made sure that he spoke loudly enough for them to hear his subsequent tirade. “Bodybuilders!” he complained aloud. “Nothing but a bunch of thick-skulled muscle-heads, the whole bloody lot of them! If I had it all to do over again, I’d have nothing to do with them. I’d concentrate on twinks—ninety-pound weaklings, pretty boys with slim bodies and pert little bums. Then I might have some peace!”

  He heard the two lovers’ laughter from the hallway, and, despite himself, he had to smile.

  About the Author

  Roland Graeme began writing erotic fiction, using a variety of pseudonyms, as a teenager. At first, he pounded out his manuscripts on that now nearly forgotten cultural artifact, a manual typewriter. A great deal has changed in the publishing world since then.

  One thing that has not changed is Graeme’s curiosity about all aspects of human sexual
ity. His other interests include literature, history, music, and art.

  A native of Pennsylvania and the descendant of Swiss immigrants, he now resides in Buffalo, New York.