Gym Boys (12 page)

Bryan's grip on the chair tightened, his balls tingling.
Shit, he's gonna fuck a load out of me
. He threw his head back as his orgasm overtook him. “I'm close.”

Todd's rhythm increased. “Wait for me, buddy. I'm almost there.” The chair squeaked and threatened to collapse as it pounded against the desk with each thrust. Todd grabbed Bryan's shoulders and slammed deep into him.

“Oh, fuck,” Bryan yelled as his cock blasted the chair with his load. His eyes closed as he rode out the orgasm with Todd buried inside him.

Todd shuddered behind him and thrust a couple more times. “Here it comes.” He pulled Bryan back against him and wrapped his arm around Bryan's chest. The older stud roared out his explosion as he filled the condom inside Bryan's ass.

As Todd's softening cock slipped out of him, Bryan got off the chair on wobbly legs and pressed his body against Todd. Bryan liked the feel of Todd's smooth skin against his. He wrapped his arms around the stud.

Todd kissed the top of his head. “Wow. I haven't come like that in a long time. Thank you.”

“That was amazing.” They held each other for a few moments. The warmth and comfort in their embrace made Bryan sleepy. He yawned and pulled away. “I need to get going.”

Todd got a towel from the drawer and wiped off the chair. He fell into it, legs spread and arms at his sides. “I hope I can see you again.”

Bryan zipped and buttoned his jeans, conflicted at the swirling emotions the intimate embrace stirred in him. “Sure. Thanks for a great workout.”

“See you at the gym.”

Bryan grabbed his bag and took one last look at the handsome man sprawled in the swivel chair. Todd's relaxed smile gave Bryan deep satisfaction that he could pleasure such a handsome man.
Yeah, I want to see him again
. He opened the door. “I look forward to it.”

* * *

The next day, Bryan could hardly wait to get off work.
I hope I get another round with Todd
. He checked his watch and packed his books into his backpack.
At last
.

“I'm out, Clara. See you tomorrow.”

“Where are you off to this evening?”

Bryan slung his pack over his shoulder. “The gym. I'm going for another workout.”

“Didn't you work out yesterday?”

“Yeah, but I want to do extra work on my flexibility.”

Clara raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything else.

Bryan ran to the IMA Building and flashed his student ID to the bored girl at the desk. Peering into the weight room, his heart sank. No Todd. He continued on to the locker room and stripped quickly out of his clothes.
This is the same time as yesterday. Surely he'll be here
.

He strode to the showers and rinsed off, then hurried to the steam room. A blast of steam met him as he opened the door. Inside, someone sat against the far wall.
There he is
. Bryan closed the door and padded across the wet floor to the opposite bench.

Crap. Not Todd
.

The young man sitting on the tiled bench smiled at him and let his towel slip down his leg. Bryan's cock stirred as he looked over his companion in the steam room. Early twenties, dark hair, blue eyes, a wisp of hair in the middle of a defined chest, and a large, thick cock between thin legs.

“How's it going?”

Bryan nodded as he sat down. “Good.” His dick twitched under his towel as he looked over the young man again. “What are you up to?”

“Just looking for a little action. You?”

Bryan pulled his towel away, revealing his plumped up cock. “Same.”

“I'm Tony.”

“Bryan. You suck?”

In response, Tony knelt before him and opened his mouth. Bryan stroked himself to full hardness and then leaned back against the wall with his arms behind his head. Tony swirled his tongue around the head, and then took the whole thing to the root. Bryan sighed in pleasure as the young man between his legs sucked him.

Pulling off, Tony grabbed his towel and took a condom from beneath it. “I could use a good fucking. You interested?”

With the expert blow job, Bryan didn't need to think twice. “Rubber me up and get ready for a hard ride.”

Tony ripped open the package and rolled the condom onto Bryan's shaft. He spat onto the rubber, stood up and turned around, sinking his ass down onto Bryan's cock. Sweat ran down Tony's back as Bryan thrust into him.

“Fuck, you've got a fine ass.”

“And you're huge.” Tony yelped at a deep thrust, and Bryan brought his hand around to cover his mouth.

“Keep it down. I don't want to get caught.” He stood up, his cock still firmly planted inside Tony's ass, and pressed the young man against the wall. He rammed home, and Tony yelled into his hand. Thrusting harder and faster, he felt his buddy shudder and his ass clamp down.

“Coming…AAAAHHHHH!” Tony's muffled cry accompanied a rhythmic massaging of Bryan's cock.

Bryan thrust deep one last time and exploded into the condom, wrapping his arm around Tony and biting down on his shoulder, trying to keep his orgasm quiet. Tony shuddered under him and pressed his head against the tiled wall.

Softening, Bryan's cock slipped from the limp, naked twink. Tony pulled away from Bryan's grip and smiled. “Nice, man. That was fucking hot. I come here Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Hope I see you again.”

Bryan sat down on the bench. “Yeah, sure. I'd like that.”

Tony grabbed his towel, flashed Bryan the peace sign and exited the steam room. Bryan slipped off the used condom and tied it off. He gathered up the wrapper and left the steam room, throwing away the evidence of his play into a trash can in the shower room.

After washing off, he left the IMA gym and found a coffee shop on University Avenue. He ordered an espresso and sat at a table facing the street.
Maybe Todd will be there tomorrow. It'd be fun to share that hot bottom I met today with him
.

Bryan didn't see Todd in the gym again that quarter, but he had several hot times in the steam room with Tony. He varied the times and days he went to work out, but couldn't seem to find Todd there. Disappointed, he left for his parents' house in Spokane at the end of spring quarter.

After summer break, he signed up for an Art as Life class. The first day of autumn quarter, he walked into the Art Building and took his seat in the back of the classroom. A few minutes later, Todd strode into the class and set the books he carried onto the lectern.

“Good afternoon, class. I'm Professor Downing. I'll be teaching this course since Professor Crawford got overloaded this fall with too many classes. We'll go over the syllabus, and then spend the rest of our time today on our first lecture.” He walked to the front row of chairs and handed a sheaf of papers to the students.

Bryan's jaw dropped.
He's a professor?

Todd looked toward the back of the room. The professor raised an eyebrow and the ghost of a smile lit up his face before he returned to the lectern and started speaking.

After class, Bryan waited until the room emptied. Todd gathered up his books and papers as Bryan approached him.

“Well, Bryan. I didn't expect to find you in my class.”

“I haven't seen you at the gym. I hope I didn't scare you off.”

Todd smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. “Not at all. I had to change the time I worked out, and we must have missed each other.”

Bryan's brow furrowed as he realized that taking class from a professor he'd bottomed for wouldn't be a good idea. “I should probably drop this class.”

Todd raised his eyebrow, again. “Why?”

“Isn't it a problem that we messed around?”

“Not for me. I expect you to work hard in this class. Of course, I could probably extend my office hours if you wanted to stop by and get a private workout.”

Bryan smiled. “Or maybe the steam room.”

Todd laughed. “Well, this
is
an art class. You can do an extra credit assignment on the art found in swirling steam. Let's go do some research.”

“This is gonna be a great quarter. I can introduce you to my steam room study buddy, Tony.”

They walked out of the classroom and headed for the gym.

BIRTHDAY WORKOUT
Jeff Mann

L
ooking like a lumberjack in plaid flannel shirt, denim jacket, jeans and work boots, Mike's axe-splitting wood beside his farmhouse when I arrive. He smiles and waves, then bends to his task again. I park my truck, climb out and simply stand there for a long moment, admiring the movement of his broad shoulders and lean hips as he labors. Way back in high school, when he was a football jock and I was a shy bookworm, I had a raving crush on Mike Lowry. I still can't believe we met again after several decades apart. I still can't believe we've been lovers since last spring.

“Sunny now, but it's supposed to flurry tonight,” says Mike, stopping to wipe sweat from his brow. “Thought we could snuggle by a nice fire after dinner. Wanna help me lug in a few loads?” He gestures to the substantial pile of neatly split wood his efforts have generated. “I'll give you a reee-ward later,” he adds, blessing me with one of his gleaming catfish grins.

“I'll bet you will. You look like the Platonic Ideal of the Sexy Country Boy in that outfit. Let's get the groceries in first.”

Mike and I work side by side in silence, filling first the fridge, then the wood-boxes. It's very quiet this far out in the country: nothing but Madam's Creek purling before the farmhouse, morning wind in the trees' bare limbs, and the rapping of woodpeckers up the hill. I love the isolation this narrow West Virginia valley provides, the way the steep, November-leafless slopes shelter and surround us.

Mike heaves the last armload of wood onto the porch, then turns and embraces me. “Damn, Buck buddy. I really missed you.” Standing on tiptoes, he gives my goateed chin a quick kiss.

“Feeling's more than mutual,” I say, kissing his brow and patting his curvaceous rump. “The reading tour was fun. Those Bay Area folks bought a lot of books. But I'm glad to be home. Had to make it back for your birthday, right? The big four-oh?”

“Birthday?” Mike tries to look confused. “What you talking about?”

“So does that mean you don't want all the birthday gifts in my truck cab? Or that down-home feast I'm gonna cook?” Bending, I nuzzle his black beard. “Or the hot scene I got planned?”

“Gifts? Feast? Hot scene? Yum. Yes to all.”

“Yum is right.” I squeeze Mike's buttcheeks and nip gently at his nose. He chortles, hugging me harder. I cup the back of his head, pulling him closer. We share a long, sloppy kiss, then another, then another. I can feel his hard-on against my thigh.

“Damn, Buck. Damn. I fucking
ached
for you,” Mike gasps in a brief pause during which his mouth isn't jammed full of my tongue. “You were gone too long. I needed you so bad.”

“I ached for you too, little man. Gonna make it up to you today. Gonna make this a birthday to remember.”

More kissing ensues. Beards wet with spit, at last we pull apart.

“So, gifts, huh? Cool. Whatcha get me?” Mike says, and the bewhiskered redneck stud suddenly becomes an eager child.

* * *

It takes us a few hours, a bag of potato chips, several beers and a good bit of frustrated profanity to decipher the directions, but by early afternoon we're done with the assembly. Set on rubber gym mats, three new weight benches gleam in the sunlight filling Mike's spare bedroom. One's for chest presses, one's for preacher curls and one's for deltoid work.

“This is too much, Buck,” Mike says, placing dumbbells in the weight rack while I slip metal plates and collars onto both ends of the barbell. “A whole damn home gym? How much did all this cost?”

“Don't worry about it. You know I inherited a good bit. I had no idea what I was going to get you till you started grousing about how that West End gym you like had closed. Think of it as an investment in our future,” I say, squeezing the bulge of his right biceps. “I can only benefit by keeping you fit, right? God knows I'm addicted to that muscled little frame of yours.”

Grinning, Mike flexes. “Yeah. Okay. Well, thanks then. I love it! I always wanted me a home gym. Let's break it in. How about we work out some?”

“How about
you
work out some while I finish this beer and watch? How about you get naked first?”

“Whoa. Work out naked?”

“Why not? I promised you a hot scene. Might as well get started. Strip for me.”

“God, I love it when you tell me what to do.” Grinning, Mike unbuttons his flannel shirt. Beneath, he's wearing a tight white A-shirt. He tugs it over his head, exposing well-defined pecs coated with dark hair.

“Damn. You have the torso of a demigod, boy.”

Mike winks. “Glad you like what you see, Sir.” Soon he's unlaced and removed his work boots and socks, then unzipped his jeans and slipped them off, along with his white briefs. He stands before me naked, hands on his hips, cock semihard, dark eyes gleaming.

“Not bad for forty, huh? I love your eyes on me, Buck. I love the way you look at me. You make me feel…like I ain't so old, I guess. Like I'm still worth wanting.”

“I've never wanted a man more, buddy. You warm enough?”

“Yep. The sun's really bright in here. And I'll heat up fast once I start lifting.”

“Mmm, yeah. You gonna get all sweaty and musky for me?”

“Yep.” Mike chuckles, scratching an armpit. “I'm already pretty ripe after chopping wood. I know how much you like that.”

“Your scent's a gift. And speaking of gifts, your birthday surprises aren't done yet. Got several more lined up, straight from San Francisco's premium leather store,” I say, pulling items from my duffel bag. “Let's start with your workout outfit. Put these on.” I toss him first a black jockstrap and then a black leather dog collar studded with chrome rivets.