Gym Boys (16 page)

“You ready?” I ask Tai.

He nods.

One thrust, and I know his ex is an idiot. Tai works my cock—muscles it, tugs it, massages it down to the balls, which bounce off his ass like I'm playing Ping-Pong. I like my nuts roughed up, but it makes me hotter and quicker to come. I bite his nipples to distract myself, which Tai likes a lot. He screams my name so loud it outdoes the shower fuckfest, and a shot of come hits my chin.

“Hey, warn a guy why don't you?” I pant.

Tai bucks in response, and grabs his dick before it shoots again. I lick come off his chest almost faster than he can make it, then pull him close to me, wary of those skinny shoulder blades getting bruised by the bench. We manage not to roll off as I discharge. I gasp, I swear, I profess undying love for Tai and the magical world beyond his amazing anus. Then, applause.

“Oh god,” I close my eyes. I'm still inside Tai. Still hard actually, though there's no chance of an encore now. “Please tell me I had a stroke and they aren't behind us.”

“They are,” Tai kisses me. “And I love you, too.”

An elderly man is pressed against the lockers. He looks shocked, but his dick says he enjoyed the show as much as anyone else.

“I think we need to run for it,” I tell Tai. He agrees.

We make it out, naked but safe from whatever celebration my friends have in store. Luckily I'm parked close by. I take Tai home, move him in the next day. Another month and we'll get tested and, knock on wood, ditch the condoms.

As for the ex, he tried one more time to get back with Tai, and Tai laughed so hard he had to change his pants when he got home. When you let a quartet of bears use you like a piece of Swiss cheese you don't really get to claim changed man status. These days the cheese fuckers argue over who gets to be my best man. I have no clue; Tai and I just moved in together. But I'll tell you one thing: they're not coming on the fucking honeymoon.

MONTGOMERY GYMNOS
Shane Allison

W
hen I saw Bill at the movies last night, my heart dropped into my ball sac.

“Hey man, how's it goin'? Bill asked.

“Pretty good. How you doin'?”

“Can't complain. What are you here to see?”

“
Hugo
. I was trying to decide if I wanted to see that or
Breaking Dawn.
” I lied through my teeth. I had my mind set on seeing the new Scorsese movie for a week. I hate that
Twilight
shit and I can't stand talentless Kristin “Bony Bitch” Stewart.

“I think you made the right decision,” Bill grinned. He was dressed from his buzz-cut flattop to his black boots in cop garb, unlike the campus security getup he used to wear. Bill had moved up in the ranks.

“I think so, too.” Bill still looked the same. He had aged slightly, lost some weight, but he was still fine as hell. And that cop uniform only made him hotter. I think someone told me he was working full-time at the Tallahassee Police Department.

“All right, Bill, I'll see ya when I come out,” I waved.

“Later, Shane.”

Last time I saw him he almost caught me about to suck off this guy under the bathroom stalls in the Montgomery Gym showers back when he was a campus cop at Florida Southern University. Minutes before I was about to drop to my knees, I peered over my partition to see if the coast was clear and there in front of the door of the shower room stood two cops: Bill and this bald guy whom I had seen patrolling the campus. They both looked like they were not in the mood to take any shit. Bill didn't know who I was until I stepped out of the stall. Needless to say, I kept my cool.

“Bill, hey, how's it going?” I said timidly, as I sauntered up to one of the sinks to wash my hands.

“Shane,” was all he said with this mean, militant look that ran across his face. I had no idea what the guy in the shitter next to me looked like until he eventually wandered out to join me at the sinks. He was cute with short, cinnamon-brown hair and a
phat
ass. Looking at him, I was pissed that we had been bothered only seconds before I was about to gobble this white boy's dick.

“What were you guys doing?” Bill asked.

“Nothing. I was just using the bathroom.”

“So was I,” the twink said. They looked at us knowing good and well that we weren't going to tell them what was really up.
Oh, I was just about to go down on this guy's dick before ya'll walked in
. Yeah, right. “We've been getting some complaints about suspicious behavior going on in here. You guys need to be careful.” I was embarrassed that Bill suspected what I was doing or was about to do, but I had come out to him back in the day when we were ushers at this rat-infested movie theater. He was the only one who was cool with me. I did a three-month stint and hauled ass. I hated the managers, a married couple that ran the place. Bill and this guy Thaddeus were the only guys I talked to. I didn't even put in two weeks' notice. I didn't see Bill for six years before that day on campus.

I figured this old bitch who has an office located across from the gym showers was the one who called po-po. She was always sitting at her desk watching like some big ol' black buzzard. They had no choice but to let us go being that they didn't catch us doing anything. I had already been warned by someone else who cruised to be careful, the cops on campus were cracking down, coming in plainclothes and pretending to be students. They popped this guy just last week in the library shitters. I only go there as a last resort when I can't get any dick in the Bellamy bathrooms, which is where I usually frequent. They have glory holes in the stalls where guys stick their dicks through to get head. I sit on the other side where it's always best to give than to receive. I hardly ever like to get sucked. Damn, talking about this is making my dick stir.

The only thing that I couldn't stand about the Montgomery showers was that there was no time to recover if you were doing something and someone walked in. I had gotten pinched by the cops in the park a year before, so I wasn't going to take any chances. After Bill and his bald partner were done questioning us and had given us a warning, they let us go. The twink and I walked in different directions but met up later at a bench in front of the student union.

“Shit, that was close,” I said.

“I know, right?”

“If they'd come in seconds later, we would probably be on our way to jail,” I told him.

“Yeah. You gotta be careful. I've heard the cops have been sniffing around.”

“I bet it was that old lady who told on us,” I said.

“What lady?”

“This old bitch that has an office across from the showers. Every time I go in, I see her just sitting there at her desk looking at who's going in and coming out. She's probably the one who called the cops.”

“I've never seen her, but I'm glad I know that. I won't be going back there,” he said.

“She's not there all the time though. You just gotta keep an eye out.”

“Yeah, man, but the cops. If I get arrested, I could lose my scholarship and get my ass kicked out of school. My folks would kill me and then dig my ass back up once they found out what I got arrested for and kick my ass again.”

This fool kept going on like I cared. I just wanted to suck his dick.

“Yeah, as long as you're careful, you won't get caught,” I said.

“I don't think there's any such thing as being careful when you do that shit though.”

He had a point.

“So we can um…go somewhere else if you want,” I said.

“Naw, I'm pretty shaken up with what went down back there, man. I think I'm just gonna head out.”

“Are you sure? I would love to suck your dick.” The twink pulled away when I started to caress his thigh. He laughed like I was crazy to be so ballsy.

“Maybe another time, but thanks,” he said. He walked off leaving me with a raging hard-on.
Well, take your ass on then. Fuck you!
I thought. I didn't think I would ever see him again, but being the tearoom queen that I am, I oughta know that they always come back. I got his dick after all in the ground-floor bathroom at Bellamy one afternoon. “Suck that cock,” he kept saying.

Slurp
.

Slurp
.

Slurp
.

I sucked until I made that white boy nut so fuckin' hard. He got cum all over my jeans. He didn't know it was me until I stuck my head over the wall of my stall. He smiled when he saw that it was me and then exited the bathroom. I never saw him again after that day. It's too bad, too. That was some good juicy dick. I love cruising on campus. College boys have primo boners.

I returned to Montgomery like a week later after I figured shit had died down. I kept watch for that old snitch-ass bitch that narced on me the last time. If her office door was open, I knew she was perched at her usual spot. If it was closed, I knew she was out to lunch or had taken her ass home. The day that I went to go see what was up, her office door was closed. God wanted me to get some dick that day. When I walked in, all I heard was a shower running. The stalls were vacant. I occupied the one closest to the wall, the
giving
end. I waited for like an hour. The reverberation from the shower had gotten on my nerves. There I was half-ass naked on the toilet and hard and there wasn't a dick to be had. That's one of the things I hate about cruising. Shit can be hit or miss. I got bored just sitting there. My legs were starting to fall asleep. “Fuck this,” I said, and pulled up my pants. “I'm going to Bellamy. I like it there better anyway.”

I stood at the sink washing my hands when I spotted this image in the mirror. This guy was standing there behind me, booty-naked and wet. My eyes zeroed in on his fat donkey dick that hung between his tan-lined legs. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. All he wore was his glasses. He was balding. The hair he had left was thinning and blond. I had seen him before. I had the pleasure of sucking his pretty dick on a couple of occasions in the fifth-floor toilet in Strozier Library. I think his name was John. A fake name I figured, but whatever. The windows were fogged with steam from the shower. I turned to face him. Shower water trickled along his chest and belly, and beaded in his bushel of pubes, leaking like precum off the circumcised spout of his donkey dick. My glasses were starting to fog up like the set of windows above the showers.

“I hadn't seen you around. How are you?” John asked.

“What are you doing? You're gonna get caught.” I couldn't stop cutting glances at his dick.

“It's cool. There hasn't been anyone around since I've been in here,” he told me.

“Somebody still might come in though.”

John was making me nervous standing there naked. He wasn't in the best of shape, but I don't mind a little chunk as long as it's in the right place, preferably the ass. I love to fuck and eat a nice bubble. John had a slight paunch, thick arms and thighs, and he had a little man-boob action coming in. John had a Seth Rogan physique before Seth Rogan went all Weight Watchers on a nigga. I was nervous as hell, but it didn't stop my dick from twitching in my jeans. I pulled my eyes from his thick cock long enough to ask, “So there hasn't been a lot of action going on in here?”

“I just got here. I haven't seen anybody.” I figured if he had, he would be on his knees right now.

“I didn't know they still use these showers,” I said. “I thought guys just come in here to change.”

“I don't think they do, really. I was jogging and was going to go home to shower, but I didn't want to get my car seats all sweaty. I remembered these showers and came here.”

He was torturing me. I was hungry for his dick. I took it in my hand and started to massage it as I ran my thumb across one of his nips. His dick was warm still from the shower, yet cool from the air that kissed it. I veered John's bulbous head to my lips and took his appendage into my mouth. His wet belly grazed against my glasses as I sucked.

Slurp.

Slurp.

Slurp
.

I didn't care if we got caught or who saw us. All I could think about was sucking that dick. John pushed until his dick teased the rear of my throat.

“Let's hit the showers.” I started to get undressed, stepping out of my sandals, dropping out of my shorts and drawers, peeling off my shirt. I followed John to the showers; pearls of water peppered his ass. I couldn't keep from looking at his taut booty. Both of our dicks were bone hard. Warm shower water pelted our bodies. We wrapped our fingers around each other's wet hard-ons.

“I want to rim your ass,” I said.

“I've never had that done before, but I'm down.”

I was eager to turn that ass out. John bent over. I traipsed a finger along his crack. I dropped to the balls of my knees. John's ass was point blank to my face. The gym showers were thick with steam. John's treasure was exposed. I smeared my face in.

I licked and sucked at his cherry.

Give me that ass
. John eased onto his elbows, face pressed into the shower floor. A bolt of shock and fear shot through my chest when I glanced up from John's ass to find Bill peering from behind the tile wall, jacking his dick that hung past the copper teeth of his zipper. Bill looked to be about seven and a half, maybe eight inches with a good amount of girth to his cop dick. He stood there in silence, watching us, watching me grind my face in between John's glutes. Nothing turns me on more than being watched. The more men, the fucking better. His pale, skinhead of a partner wasn't with him. Too bad. I would have done them both.

I waved him over as I kept eating ass. Bill started to get undressed. Shit, it was about to be on and poppin'. I watched him peel off his uniform. When he dropped the metallic holster on the floor from his slim waist, it startled John. Bill undid his shirt exposing a bulletproof vest. More skin was steadily starting to show. Big powerful arms, a white cotton tee stretched over pectorals. I finger-teased John's hole as Bill stepped out of shoes and socks. A peach fuzz of hair was centered on his chest. Damn, he was fine. Don't know when was the last time I had seen a body that looked that good. Bill crept along the shower floor in front of John, who was eager to take his appendage into his mouth.