As usual, in certain situations when the risk of drawing too much attention isn't a threat I decided to be a tease. I got up and strolled over to the leg press. Since my dicks had only just worked their way out of either side, standing and walking caused them to fall completely out of my jock strap. I threw on a few plates, squatted down to tie my shoe, knowing he was watching my every move. After getting into position I unlocked and did a few reps at 150 pounds. Each time letting my shorts slide higher and higher up my thighs, knowing at any given moment my uncut cocks could possibly be revealed if he was looking hard enough. It turned out from his vantage point he must not have been able to see. So I changed up my game plan.
"Hey, bro, can you throw on two more 50's?" I called out after taking out an ear bud.
"SURE!"
I tried not to smile, he'd been paying such close attention he jumped up immediately.
I watched him eagerly rush over and grab a plate off the rack and move over to the machine and start putting them on. After getting the second plate on I smiled.
"Thanks, could you stick around and spot me?"
He smiled and nodded.
I didn't need a spotter. The machine comes with safety locks that you can engage with your hands and the machine only drops so far down. He clearly wasn't paying attention to that. So I went back into my routine and with each press squeezed my thighs as tight as I could and felt my right dick slip into view. It was obvious because I noticed him looking at it. I can't explain it, but the second I feel someones eyes on me like that, I feel a tingle deep in my groin. I smiled and pushed the machine up and locked it. He almost flinched when I spoke.
"Throw on two more plates?"
He stuttered briefly then put on two more, keeping his eyes almost totally locked on my crotch as casually as he could. Now at 350 pounds I cranked on through and near the last rep I felt my left dick pop out into view. Even if I hadn't felt it, his face gave it away. It was almost comical. His brows pinched together then his eyes grew wide and his face flushed. I finished that set and asked him to put on two more plates and watched him almost drop one as he moved to the left side and saw my left dick clearly. I ignored his fumbling and went into my second to last set. Sweating like a pig I slowly finished and paused after locking them in. I looked over and up at him.
"Put on two 25's."
He glanced at my face and smiled.
"Not bad man," he grinned as he added the last two plates bringing me up to 500 pounds.
I'm not sure if he realized I knew he was looking at them or not but he was a lot more comfortable staring at them. I went through the last set and spent the following fifteen minutes having him take weights off until I was down to 50 pounds and went through a burn-out set. I reached down and tugged the hem of my shorts down to my knees covering up my dicks and pulled my self out of the machine.
"Thanks man, I appreciate it. Usually I have to climb out and add on the weight myself.
He grinned and nodded and stood there as I walked off to the locker room. I smirked wondering what he'd do. The ball was in his court.
I had gotten my locker open and decided I'd go as slow as possible, give him enough time to build up the courage to follow me. I knew he would, and he did. I'd just gotten my shirt off when I heard the door push open and he came around the corner. He walked behind me and came around to a locker three down from mine and spun the combination a few times before giving it a jerk. He dug around inside for a few seconds then stopped. I stood there looking at my iPod when he spoke.
"Can I see them?"
I tried not to smile.
"What's that?"
"Can I see your, dicks?"
I laughed a little nervously, he blushed deep red.
"You've got two, I saw them when you were doing your leg presses."
I had to give him props, he was forcing himself to talk through a bundle of nerves.
"Are you gay or something?"
I almost cringed and felt bad saying it like that. It came out more like an insult than a question.
He paused and looked at the ground and only made me feel like a bigger jerk.
"I think I might be now, I dunno," he muttered without looking up from the floor.
I took a deep breath and grabbed my waist band.
"Okay."
He looked up so suddenly I almost told him not to give himself whiplash.
He watched in a glassy stare as I pulled my shorts and jockstrap down in one slow fluid movement. By then both my dicks were getting fluffy. His mouth dropped open and his eyes grew so wide I actually laughed a little.
"How is this possible?"
"Long, long story," I replied quietly.
Without asking he stepped closer and dropped to one knee.
"Did you have plastic surgery or something?"
"No, I was born this way."
He lifted his hand up then put it back on his knee and then looked up at my face, bright red and almost shaky.
"This is so fucked up but, can I-" he started when I interrupted him.
"Go ahead," I smiled, his nervousness and raw sexual attraction was driving me wild. Little did I know what he was asking.
Without another word he took both my dicks in each hand and began squeezing and tugging on them. To say he caught me off guard would be a gross understatement. Now I was the one who was dizzy and flushed. I made a mental note, in the future let them finish the request before you say okay.
I steadied myself on my locker door and looked down at him as both my dicks became completely hard. Immediately I felt self conscious as I watched him slide my foreskins down from the heads. I'd been working out for almost two hours and while it wasn't disgusting odor, I could smell my dicks. I know, the girls reading this just grossed out. Let me reiterate, my dicks don't stink, but after 2 hours in a gym, men get a certain musky smell. If a guy is uncircumcised that musky smell is intensified and I could smell my dicks like they were in my face. I almost cringed. Before I could say a word he threw me for another loop.
"Fuck they smell good," he grunted before plunging my left dick, then right one in his mouth, alternating from left to right.
Now for those of you thinking there was no way he was straight, I can tell you that he'd never sucked dick before. He was all teeth and being uncircumcised means that I was struggling to stay hard. It did NOT feel good. Luckily he stopped brushing his teeth with my dicks and started rubbing them on his face. The problem was he had scattered stubble and that felt like sand paper.
"You really need to ease up on them dude," I exclaimed as I pulled my hips back from him causing him to lean back and look up. I noticed he had a raging hard-on.
"Sorry, sorry, I've never done this before."
"Yeah I noticed," I laughed nervously.
"Do they both squirt when you come?"
"Kinda, sort of," I shrugged.
"I want to make them come," he grunted.
It was my turn to look shocked. I'd expected groping, stroking and maybe some sucking but not that.
"I'm serious, this is probably the only time in my life I'm going to have a dick... two dicks in my mouth. I want to make you come."
I'm not sure if it was the look of complete lust and sexual craving in his eyes, the fact that he had pulled his shorts to the side and his surprisingly large cock was standing at attention leaking precum on the locker room floor, or that he really was a lot more attractive than I had first realized. Actually it was all of those things combined that made my dicks go rock hard again.
"I got to warn you man, I shoot massive loads," I cautioned.
He nodded and looked at my dicks, twitching in his face.
"Will it taste bad?"
I shrugged and replied.
"Does it matter?"
He grunted with a look on his face that said I had just really turned him on.
"Just watch the teeth and don't be so rough."
He nodded again and went back to sucking. I managed to close the door to my
locker and lean back against it. He managed to get both in his mouth without much contact with his teeth. He realized though he could only really suck on one at a time. Every now and then he'd let go with one hand and stroke his own cock. I felt my prostate swelling fast and knew that it was only a few more minutes before I was going to blow my first load. He had started focusing on my balls and was massaging my taint when I realized if I didn't get him focused back on my dicks he'd find my asshole yawning wide open. It was prostate day coming up (I'll explain in a later chapter) and I was swollen almost grapefruit sized. When it gets that big, in combination with being a very greedy power bottom, my hole opens up. I wasn't sure how relaxed he'd be about my ass trying to gulp his hand if he decided to reach a finger back there. Even though I wanted to reach down and guide his entire hand into my ass I pulled his hand away from it.
"Just the dicks."
He nodded and went back to sucking on the right one while stroking the left. I felt my orgasm approaching and started to breath harder.
"You gonna'?"
I nodded and braced myself against the lockers behind me. He let go of my dick, catching me off guard. For a fleeting moment I wasn't sure what he was about to do as he stood up. It was one of those times when I thought I'd gotten myself into a really bad situation. Instead he pulled his shirt off and tugged his shorts off and squatted back down and went back to stroking and sucking me. I'd started to go soft from the sudden paranoia that he was about to deck me and I think he realized it.
"Glaze me bro," he panted between gulps on either dick.
I let out a moan as I realized what he was asking for. It was something I got off on. A moment later I felt the first shot rocketing out. I watched it shoot out and nail him on the right cheekbone. It splashed up and hit his right eyebrow and into his hair. The next few shots hit him in the nose and mouth.
"Fuck," he gasped as he licked his lips.
Watching him roll around my come in his mouth made the next shots come out even harder. Shot after shot hit his face, neck and chest. I looked down at him as he kept stroking my right dick, each creamy white stream ejecting and splashing against his chest. His tan abs were covered in long milky streams that collected in his dark blond pubes. I felt my knees growing week and tried to steady sweaty body as I began to slide down against the locker. He let go of his cock with his left hand and tried to steady me by attempting to cup my body behind my balls. Immediately as it happened I gasped knowing it was too late.
"Fucking hell," he gasped as his left hand plunged up into my ass causing the biggest stream of come to spray across his face and onto the floor behind him.
"Oh my god," he exclaimed as his right hand slowed. I tried to speak but the sensation was overwhelming. His hand pressing deeper made me even weaker in the knees. It felt too good to care if he was grossed out, I just watched his face as he stared in awe as his hand slid deeper and deeper.
Everything went a little blurry at that point. His face was a mixture of shock and confusion as he realized what had happened. He didn't stop and was oblivious for at least fifteen seconds of at least six large shots that hit his face. Before I realized what was going on he had let go of my right cock and taken my left one and started sucking on it. I could feel my load being sucked out as I continued to shoot streams over his shoulder onto his back. His left hand kept wiggling and turning inside me. I managed to reach down and push his arm out a bit until his hand was firmly cupping my prostate.
"Squeeze it," I gasped as he stopped and looked up.
"Squeeze it, that feels so good," I moaned.
He grinned, and I watched him put both my dicks into his mouth and then suddenly felt him squeeze my prostate. He squeezed almost harder than I liked. I let out a loud moan and he grunted then started gagging and choking as my come erupted from his nostrils. It wasn't until afterward that I realized the warmth I felt on my legs was his load spraying out hands free. I could have kept going, but like most men, after they come, their libido is shot. I reached down and pushed his hand out of my ass and he looked at it almost nervously. I guess he expected it to be dirty or whatever, but it wasn't. He sat back on the bench and looked down at himself.
"Fuck," he muttered.
"Thanks."
He looked up at me and then back at himself.
"Fuck, fuck fuck."
I laughed a little and pulled my locker open. It was just after 5AM and I knew early morning members would be coming in at any time. I glanced back at him and he was truly glazed, coated from face to knees like some sort of giant, muscular donut.
"Relax, it's nothing to get freaked out about."
He looked up at me and laughed a little.
"I'm not freaked out, I just didn't know I'd like it so much."
"Sorry about the ass thing," I exclaimed as I turned to the locker. I knew he was looking at it.
"Why is it so big and," he stopped.
"Loose?"
He laughed nervously.
"Long, long story dude. But thanks for not puking or anything."
"I don't know man, some how it was really hot," he laughed.
"Yeah," I asked as I bent over to pull on my sweats, looking back at him watching him stare at my asshole.
"Yeah, it's fucked up but it looks like a big used pussy, like the kind you see in porn."
I could tell he was turned on as he stared at my asshole just before I pulled my sweat pants up. His dick was already twitching.
"Easy there cowboy, people are going to be here soon and you look like the finale of Ghostbusters."
He looked down at himself covered in come and busted out laughing.
"Give me your number, if you want to fuck around some more," I boldly exclaimed as I took out my phone.
He cautiously gave me his number. I packed my bag and I waved as I left him showering off my loads. I wasn't worried about him telling anyone. It was pretty obvious he was not openly into men. He later admitted that no one would have believed him anyway. We ended up meeting a few days later and repeated the entire scene again. Only that time he fucked me after I came the first time. Like so many other guys before him and after him he said my ass was amazing. It was probably a month before I finally took his ass, with both dicks and he came to terms with his sexuality. We saw each other a few more times over the months following our first meeting. After a while he moved away and last I heard from him he was engaged to a girl he'd met. I baited him that last time we talked, to see how loyal he would be to her. I was happily surprised when he said that as long as he was with her, he was only with her. He joked that he hoped she never found his stash of gay porn on his laptop though. I hope he's doing well.
So as you can see there was a lot more to it than I initially said in my AMA. This applies to a lot of the situations I've been in over the years. I'll recount the first woman I was with after high school.
At Your Cervix
(An explicit encounter with a beautiful brunette.)
We'll skip all the boring details. I was at a party, it was Halloween and I had just gotten really comfortable with casual sex. This was long before the gym jock in the previous section. I had just turned 20 the previous summer and was always horny. I was dressed as Tarzan with a chunk of suede I'd found at a thrift store and some leather cords. I had enough suede to make a front flap and a butt flap and just enough to make a pouch to put my dicks in. All connected with the tan leather cord I basically was wearing a g-string with a loin cloth over it. It fit poorly, did not hug my body and gave away a lot to anyone who was paying attention. It was exactly what I wanted. A pair of tan canvas sandals and a dirty blond deadlock wig and I was good to go.
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