Gym Boys (19 page)

“What's next?” Ivan demanded.

I scrambled upright on the bench. “Uh, like your plan says, I was, um, just going to do some sit-ups to finish off my workout.”

“Quittin' already?”

“I've been here two hours!”

He snorted, and tousled my curly mop of brown hair. “Crunch time then, junior.”

The man of striated granite was actually only a few years older than me, but you'd never know it from the way he handled himself, and others. I lay back down on the bench and brought my feet up. He grabbed my knees, shoved my legs closer. “Go!” he yelled.

I interlaced my fingers behind my head quicker than a perp on
Cops
. I started crunching abs. Ivan grabbed the back of my head and pushed me higher, bumping my elbows into my knees.

“You wanna feel it right along here,” he snarled, letting go of my throbbing neck and yanking my tee up, poking my stomach.

I churned up and down like a madman, cock swelling along with my abs as Ivan traced my ribbed stomach with his fingertip. And when that thick finger trailed all the way down to my shorts, bulged the waistband and squirmed inside, I almost did a face-plant into my knees.

“You're gettin' a nice little six-pack, kid,” he said, before snapping my shorts and turning and striding away.

I flew through fifty reps like nothing, then floated out of the gym, headed for the locker room, the warm memory of Ivan's soft fingertip still tickling my abs, teasing even lower, filling my pumped-up body and groin. Until my dizzy brain suddenly registered the grunting and groaning of another type of workout going on, in the steam room.

I peeked into the sauna through a partially fogged-up window, and my cock flexed even harder. Two musclemen were putting in the most intimate of hot, hard-male exercise sessions, one guy giving his buddy the iron bar from behind.

The black-haired dude was bent in half, clinging to an upper tier wooden bench, the blond hunk pounding cock into his ass, hard and fast, their built, bronze bodies gleaming under the muted lights, in the mist. I'd seen the pair around the gym before—Glen and Brendan—but never working out this passionately before. Glen's hips were flying, muscled buttocks clenching and unclenching, cock pistoning, hammering Brendan's sweet ass, rocking the moaning man almost loose from his perch.

I quickly grabbed on to my hardened dick through my satin shorts and started rubbing, getting an eye- and handful. Brendan was screaming, “Fuck me! Fuck me!” Which was exactly what Glen was doing, head flung back and muscles surging, chiseled body splashing against rippling ass in the billowing steam.

I yanked my shorts down and cock out, getting skin on skin, fisting my raging member in rhythm with Glen's frantic thrusting. Until Brendan smacked the wooden bench with his hand, tapping out, and the guys hastily switched positions. Glen ended up hunched up on his back in the first row, anxiously pulling on his big, cut cock, Brendan clutching the guy's legs against his shredded body while he worked his own stiff prong up Glen's gaping asshole.

I went back to applauding the men's steamy exhibition with my hand on my cock, stroking even faster, as Brendan plugged into his hard-bodied lover. Glen groaned, tugging on his nipples, his cock, his blown-up, pec-plated chest heaving as Brendan hit bottom.

Brendan gripped his buddy's ankles and churned his hips, brutally cocking the blond, stretching out the man's chute with the hottest of warm-up exercises. “Split me in two, fucker!” Glen hollered, pressing his balls down and heavy-stroking his prick.

I pumped my cock as Brendan pumped Glen, fantasizing even as I stared at the dripping muscle-studs that I was pumping Ivan. I had the hardcore trainer laid out on the end of the slippery steam bench, pounding reps into his hot, tight manhole, anally drilling him like he'd verbally drilled me so many times. My trim, toned body bounced off his smooth, mounded buttcheeks, cock plowing his superheated vise of an ass. He screamed at me to tear him a new one, sausage fingers viciously twisting his fat nipples, ham fist urgently jacking his engorged cock.

And just when Brendan shouted out his ecstasy, thick muscles locking up and down his glistening body and tendons screaming, and sprayed hot cum into Glen's bowels, as Glen jerked ropes of the salty white stuff out of his own jumping cock; just when my own balls boiled up to the critical point and my dong went super-hard in prelude to unloading its joy, flooding my imaginary Ivan with my love; that's when the gym door suddenly whooshed open.

I stuffed my shorts full of cock and hustled my ass on into the locker room. I didn't want anyone spying on me, after all.

I stripped off my workout gear and went into the shower room, got the hot water going, building up some new steam, soaping my tight, blood-pumped body. I had the communal six-head shower facility all to myself, so I quickly got the dirty work out of the way—cleaning myself off. Then I got down and dirty, grabbing on to my quivering erection with my hand and the bar of soap and stroking again, dreaming again, the hot water washing over my stoked body in erotic waves.

The suds surged around my swollen prick, and I was engulfed by even more heat. I closed my eyes and took water in the face, urgently rubbing my cock, squeezing my nipples, fantasizing about Ivan's finger trailing down into my fur, moving slowly, lightly, exquisitely along the hard, pulsing length of my cock. I torqued up the pressure on my dick as Ivan the Terrible delicately swirled his finger around my bloated hood, brushing the supersensitive underside where shaft met head.

“You're the last one here!” someone yelled.

My eyes snapped open and the bar of soap squirted out of my hand, and went racing along the tile floor. Ivan was striding toward me, completely and utterly and breathtakingly naked, muscles-on-muscles body blazing a sun-kissed brown. His cock bobbed in between his thick, muscle-cut legs, heavy balls and the surrounding area as hairless as the rest of him. I crowded the wall, desperately trying to hide my excitement, and embarrassment.

He came right up next to me and twisted some taps around, spraying water over his ripped body—beautiful. “Feels good after a tough workout, huh?” he said, tilting his head back, water splashing off his pec-cleaved chest.

“Yeah…good,” I mumbled. My cockhead was kissing the slick, tiled wall, dick refusing to go down.

“You've made a lotta progress in only a coupla weeks,” he stated, glancing my way as I glanced away. “You're even pumpin' in the shower now, huh?” He laughed.

I didn't know what to say or do. But Ivan knew what he was doing. He slapped my ass, hard, the sharp, wet contact echoing like a gunshot. My butt stung and my body surged.

The hard man put a heavy hand on my bare shoulder and gently turned me around, staring at my pointing, twitching cock, a warm, wonderful smile creasing his full, red lips. My balls went tighter than the guy's ass and a shiver ran through me.

“This muscle's sure well developed,” Ivan said softly, reaching out and encircling my throbbing shaft with his fingers, making me jump. “But it still needs regular exercise, right?”

“R-right,” I garbled, a wild tingling sensation shimmering all through my body as Ivan squeezed my cock. I gasped for air, got water, the man's warm, soft palm sliding up and down my shaft.

He stroked and stroked me, leisurely, wickedly, my head spinning like the water down the drain. Then he tilted my pole up and pressed it against my body, pressed his body against mine, his cock into my cock. He took me in his arms and kissed me. I gleefully threw my arms around the hunk, our hot, slippery bodies melting together, muscles fusing, his soft, wet lips pressing against my lips.

He kissed me harder and deeper, devouring me as I felt up his rugged back. He swam his tongue into my open mouth and bumped it into my tongue. He explored the inside of my mouth with his hungry, twisting tongue, choking me, painting my trembling lips. I tried to fight back with my tongue, but I was too weak in the face of his erotic onslaught, his powerful grip, my body burning and my brain gone fuzzy. All I could do was feebly move my hips, grind my meat against his meat, secure in the iron man's iron grip.

Mouth still working over my mouth, Ivan drifted his huge hands down my back and onto my bum, gripping and squeezing my pale, trembling buttcheeks. I moaned into his mouth, and he lifted me right up off the water-washed floor, savagely kneading my buttocks, my cock sliding sensuously over his chiseled abs.

Finally, he broke away from my mouth, and let me breathe again. I opened my eyes and stared at the man, his strong hands working my ass flesh to the point of pleasurable pain, our cocks squeezing together again. My eyes and mind suddenly cleared and my body brimmed with sexual energy. I grabbed on to the stud's chest, digging my fingers into the meat of his pecs, pinching his creamed-coffee nipples between my fingers. His eyelids fluttered and he groaned, and I gained even more strength from his loss of control.

I rubbed his streaming chest, and rolled his swollen buds, his armored body shuddering against me. I increased the pressure on his nipples, and he looked down at me, blue eyes gone misty. I stuck out my tongue and tickled a rigid jutter, and he jerked, fingernails biting into my bum. “Yeah, suck my nipples!” he moaned.

I swirled my pink tongue around the first tan, pebbly nipple and then the other, tasting the man, teasing him, watching and feeling his nipples stiffen. I sealed my moist lips around a fully blossomed bud and sucked on it, gazing up into Ivan's eyes. He bit his lip and plied my ass, overblown body trembling as I tugged at his nipple.

I bounced my head back and forth between his clenched pecs, licking and sucking his nipples. He grunted, “Fuck!” when I sank my teeth into one of his buds.

Then he grabbed my head and pulled me up, mashing his mouth against mine again. I fought with his thrashing tongue this time, our slippery tongues entwining over and over, until he shoved me back and dropped to his knees, squatting in front of my dripping dong.

“You sure are built,” the behemoth marveled at my feet, hot breath steaming against my cock. He gripped me at the base with one hand, and cupped my balls with the other, nipping at my mushroomed hood with his ultra-white teeth. Then he took me in his mouth and sucked on my cockhead.

“Jesus!” I yelped.

Ivan pulled on my hood with his lips, fingering my tightened ball sac, and pumping my pulsating shaft. He cushioned the underside of my dick with his tongue then wagged his tongue back and forth, and I went weak in the knees.

The big man pushed his head forward, my long, hard cock sliding easily in between his lips, down into the wet-hot depths of his cauldron of a mouth. I flung my head back and moaned, clutching at his buzz cut and shaking with delight. He sucked my cock, wet lips sliding back and forth on my shaft, taking me down almost to the roots and then back up again, never letting up on the pressure in either direction, pumping me with his mouth like he taught the men in his gym to pump the iron.

I churned my hips, fucking the guy's mouth as he wet-vacuumed my cock. I thrust faster, and he sucked harder, my balls tingling almost past the control point. He sensed it and jerked his head back, leaving me dangling.

“You're gonna pump my ass, big boy,” he declared, squeezing my cock, and licking precum from my slit.

He stood up, and I got a good look at his prick. It was hard and high, but disproportionately small compared to the rest of his mammoth body. Then he turned his back on me and flattened his hands up against the wall, bending at the waist, showing me his bronzed, brick-hard ass. “Fuck my ass!” he hissed over his shoulder, thrusting out his cheeks.

I quickly re-soaped my cock with a quivering hand, reaching out and caressing the man's heavy, round buttocks. Then I sudsed up his crack. He jerked when my fingers probed in between his water-pebbled mounds. Jerked again when I pulled out my fingers and plugged in my cap. I found his opening, gripped his hips and pushed forward, plunging inside of him. He shoved backward, his ass swallowing me whole.

“Jesus!” I groaned, the heated, velvet tightness unbelievable.

The temperature in that sexual sauna went nuclear as I started moving my hips, slipped, then got a good fucking rhythm going, churning Ivan's gripping chute. He clawed at the wall, head and back arched, thunder cheeks rippling as I smacked up against them, banging his ass.

I held on to his hips and on for the ride, blinking steam and perspiration out of my eyes, pistoning rock-hard cock up the guy's butt. I went faster and faster, oiling back and forth in that vise-like chute, stretching him out and pounding him down.

He desperately grabbed on to his flapping cock and fisted. I wildly slammed him over and over, the hot, wet smack of flesh against flesh filling my ears, the wicked pressure on my pumping cock filling my body with molten eroticism. My balls boiled out of control.

“Fuck, I'm comin'!” Ivan cried just ahead of me. He was on his tiptoes, his big bad body dancing around on the end of my driving dick as he jacked streams of semen out of his ruptured cock.

My senses went into overload as I went on savagely spanking the guy's shivering bum with my thrusting body, plunging cock exploding deep in his beautiful ass. I was jolted by ecstasy, blasting sizzling jizz into my man's sexual core. I came what felt like forever, with a terrible intensity that matched even Ivan's.

My big, tough muscleman works me hard in the gym, and I work him hard in the whirlpool, and the sauna, and the shower room, pumping iron and then pumping Ivan. I'm getting stronger every day.

WORKING OUT THE KINKS
Katya Harris

C
ome on. Last set. Give me twenty more.”

Muscles straining, Cam did another pull-up. “Shut the fuck up, Trey,” he hissed through gritted teeth. His arms felt like jelly, his whole body a throbbing ache after his intense workout. He didn't think he could do one more, let alone another nineteen. All he wanted to do was crawl into the corner of his gym, and die.