Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2011 19:46:01 +0000
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Brad Joins a Gym

Brad Joins the Gym.

By Alex Carbine


Please Note:- In a written story you have the choice of whether you use
condoms or not. In reality there is NO choice.  Be safe and careful.
Always use condoms.  Germs do not discriminate colour, race or creed, nor
do they care as to who they are going to infect, maim or kill.


Chapter One.


	Brad looked down at his feet and realised for the first time that
he could not see his cock. He had woken up and thrown off the bed covers,
and was lying on his back, his mind blank. His balls itched and he
scratched them They still itched and he looked down towards his feet, and
it was then that he realised that his stomach was getting in the way. "I'm
getting fat," he said out loud. He looked down again. "I've got fat," he
corrected himself.

	Looking at himself in the full length mirror he realised he had put
on weight. In the shower he felt the rolls of fat on the arms and round his
stomach. Shaving, he saw in the mirror he had the makings of a double
chin. 'How could this have happened?' he asked himself. 'Why me? Why now?'

	He pondered as he cooked his English breakfast of fried bread (2
slices), fried eggs, (2) grilled tomatoes (2 halves), grilled bacon (4
slices), a 3 cup cafetière of coffee, 4 slices of toast, butter, orange
marmalade, and today, to cap it all, he had run out of cream for his
coffee. He sat in the kitchen afterwards, feeling bloated as usual and
wondered 'Why have I put on weight? Am I getting old or something?'

	In the supermarket, as he was making his weekly shop, he ran into a
friend, and they decided to go into the Café for a mid-morning coffee and
doughnut. Stan remarked that Brad was not his 'usual jolly self
today'. Brad told him why. Stan told him he was not 'that' old, and not
'that' fat, but when they parted after the second doughnut each, Brad still
felt down. Pushing his full trolley to the check-out, he determined he was
going to do something about it.

	On his route home was the local Golf Club, and it had recently
opened a Gym and Spa next to the Club House. He parked up and strode into
the Reception Hall. 'Even the air smells healthier' Brad told himself as he
went up to the desk.

	"Yes?" said the Receptionist, looking intently at her nails as she
filed one to a point. "What is it?" she said, in that nasally sing-song
whine that is usually used by announcement girls in large stores. She
continued with her emery board on another nail. "I want to join the Gym and
Spa," said Brad using his most friendly 'salesman' tone. "You'll have to
fill in a form," answered the Receptionist, laying a piece of paper on the
desk top near her, not him. He reached over, took the paper and went over
to a table and chairs. As he read the form he realised it was the health
declaration form for ladies before they have their beauty treatments. He
returned to Reception.

	"Yes?" said the Receptionist as before, still doing her nails. Brad
leaned over, took hold of the emery board and and threw it back over his
shoulder. She looked up, eyes blazing. Brad smiled and said politely, "Now
that I have your undivided attention," he held out the paper, just out of
her reach so she had to lean forward to get it, "maybe you can give me the
correct form so I can join the Gym and Spa, if I am not inconveniencing you
too much!" She snatched the form out of his hand and glared at it for a
moment, smacked it to the desk and turned her back on Brad to select from
the rack of papers on the back desk a new form, murmuring under her breath
loud enough for Brad to hear the phrases 'fucking fatty' and 'I'm just a
fucking servant' in her rant.

	The form was held up to him out of his reach, and he held his hand
out for her to put it into it. Eventually their eyes met, and she
unwillingly took a step forward and put it in his hand. "Thank you," he
said quietly with a slight smile. He turned to go back to the table, but
then turned back to her. "Oh, and yes, I am a 'fucking fatty', which is why
I am planning on joining the Gym, and yes again, you are 'just a servant'
as you are the Receptionist here and earn your wages by serving the
Customers." "Well really!" she blustered at him. "Yes really," he answered
and went back to the table to fill in the form.

	When he return with the completed form he asked what else was
required. "You have to be shown round by the Manager." She stopped and
smiled sweetly at him. "But he's not in today, so you will have to go
away." Brad could see her mental shutters go down with that. "OK. Can I see
the Assistant Manager, one of the Gym Trainers, or whoever is in charge at
the moment, in the absence of the Manager. It must be someone else, because
I'm sure it is not in your job description, just as I'm sure that you never
do anything more than is required, do you?" said Brad in an even voice, now
not annoyed but trying not to laugh. Her hand flew to the telephone,
jabbing the dial buttons. "There's a man who needs to talk to you, NOW" and
slammed the receiver back into the cradle.

	Less than thirty second later a man in a navy-blue track suit
appeared through the door to one side of the Reception desk, marked Gym
Suite, and came over to Brad. "How can I help you, Sir?" he said
courteously. "He says he wants to ..." started the Receptionist, but was
cut short by the man in the track suit. "Rochelle, I am talking to the
Customer. I have told you before, if you have something to say, wait your
turn, unless it's an Emergency, like a Fire. Is there a fire? No. Then
please remain quiet. Thank you." During this quiet outburst the man had
continued eye contact with Brad and continued shaking his hand. "Thank you,
I had a communication problem with her earlier," said Brad, "but I don't
think I will in the future." "No, I don't take her bull shit either," said
the track suit with a sudden, genuine smile, and showed Brad back to his
Office.

	"I'm sorry about her," said the man nodding towards the
Receptionist outside, as he gestured to Brad to sit down in the comfortable
chair facing his desk, whilst he sat in the high-backed black leather
Office chair opposite, and smiled at Brad. "Can we start again?" he asked
pleasantly. Brad felt that this man was in charge of himself and his
surroundings, and his previous misgivings created by the Receptionist about
the Establishment were unfounded. "Thank you,"said Brad and extended his
hand to shake the man's again, but this time as a friend, not just out of
courtesy.

	Robert, the Assistant Manager, introduced himself, and within
minutes he was showing Brad around the premises, explaining the various
exercise machines functions. Brad was impressed as to how 'high tech' the
whole place appeared, as well as clean and airy. From the 'Exercise Arena'
Robert took him across Reception and through another set of double doors to
the 'Changing and Shower Facilities', and Brad was impressed by the
carpeted and light real wood fittings he found there, the eight private
showers, the toilets, the sense of opulence and luxury. He noted there was
even a small spin dryer for wet swimming costumes as they walked through an
archway and into the 'Pool and Spa' area, having slipped on disposable
plastic overshoes over their normal shoes, so as to not tread dirt onto the
tiled pool surround. Robert triggered the large 'Jacuzzi Whirlpool' set
into the tiled flooring between the doors to the 'Dry Sauna' and the 'Steam
Sauna' to show the 8 – 10 capacity of each and they stood at the far
end, looking along the length of the pool, which, as Robert told him, "is
1.3 metres deep along its' length and maintained at blood temperature, so
it should not be too hot, nor too cold."

	Back in his Office, Robert made short work of the joining
paperwork, and as they sipped their coffees, brought in by a tight-lipped
and sullen Rochelle, Robert was able to talk about an exercise regime for
Brad, entering the answers Brad gave into the computer, and ending with
giving Brad a special 'Computer Key' for when he came the next time. "Hold
this next to the box with the red light by the door and you can gain access
and exit to the the Exercise and Changing rooms. Register yourself at the
consul inside the door and you will be shown your projected daily exercise
program. Use it at each machine and that machine will be configured to your
person needs. Next time you come, when you will be wearing suitable
clothing, we will set the seat heights and reach, and then every session
your progress will be monitored by the computer, the results being stored
so I can increase or decrease your output, for your next session." Brad
left with a healthier outlook on life.

	In the late afternoon of next day Brad met Robert by Appointment
and, using his new 'Key' let himself into the changing rooms. He placed his
sports kit bag on one of the central benches and opened a locker door. As
he was alone he stripped naked, folding his clothes before piling them
neatly on the bench. Then he stepped into his black jock strap and turned
sideways and admired his profile in one of the many full-length mirrors on
the walls between the locker doors. He looked at the line of the black
strap as it went from the elastic waistband down to curl round his buttock
to join the base of the pouch, out-of-sight between his legs. He stroked
the lumps of his fabric covered cock and weighed his balls with one
hand. He jumped back to reality when he heard a door open in the shower
area and realised that he was not alone any more.

	Brad returned to his sports bag and pulled out a white 'Nike' sweat
vest and started to put it on, seeing a figure wrapped in a towel approach
through the air-tex holes in the vest as he pulled it over his head. The
stranger went to another bench near-by and opened his locker door, his back
to Brad. Brad started to step into his yellow nylon shorts as the stranger
used his towel to dry his head, hair and back, revealing his naked, hairy
bum cheeks and legs.

	He was standing with his legs slightly apart, and Brad could make
out his shape of his balls hanging between them. Brad took out from his bag
his short socks and sat on the bench, facing the man. As he put his socks
on his feet he watched as the man towelled his body dry, then with his back
still to Brad, he towelled his genitals dry, wiping the towel between his
legs to reach every bit of moisture. It was as Brad was tying the laces of
his tennis shoes that the man turned round and smiled at him. Brad's eyes
went to the man's cock and he saw that his pubes were shaved, his cock was
not circumcised and that the man had a lazy hard-on. The man gave the
lengthening tube of his cock a couple of strokes as he watched Brad's eyes
travel from his cock up to his face. The man nodded friendly to Brad and
then turned back to his locker. Robert was waiting for him, so Brad put his
outside clothes in to the bag and the bag in to the locker, all the while
watching as the man slowly put on his Calvin Klein underwear, tucking his
almost erect cock inside the waist band. Slipping a coin into the mechanism
he took the key out of the lock and strapped it to his wrist. Brad was not
sure what to say, so just quietly said, "So you around," and walked to the
exit.

	It took over an hour for Robert to take Brad round the various
machines and set them up for Brad, adjusting each for comfort and use,
exercising on each to make sure the settings were correct. When they had
finished Robert left Brad to return to the Changing Room and slip on his
swimsuit. Brad had a collection of trunks, and had brought a blue and red
pair made by Andrew Christian. They were a Speedo-style brief and the
support pouch at the front for his cock and balls was cut and shaped so
that they were not flattened next to his body, but hung naturally and
contained. Brad was proud of the size of his genitals and enjoyed the
not-so-subtle way they were displayed. Refilling his drink bottle at the
cold water fount, he then strode into the pool room.

	He stepped down into the water and he was pleasantly surprised by
the temperature. As Robert had said, it was not to hot or cold, just
right. There were three others in the water, swimming lengths and he joined
them, feeling his muscles relax as he moved through the water, swimming
with an easy crawl stroke. He had only completed ten lengths when the
others walked up the steps out of the pool, and he watched as each stood
under the shower set in the wall, before stepping into the Hot Sauna. He
decided he would join them.

	Standing under the shower, he was able to see the men through the
glass door into the sauna. He could see them looking out and he used both
hands to rinse his hair, giving them an unrestricted view of the bulge of
his manhood in his briefs, knowing that the water was running off the
curved shape of the crutch. The shower stopped automatically and he wiped
the excess water away before open the door.

	The dry heat came as a shock, but was bearable. Brad sat on the
slatted bench facing the three. He was on the lower bench and so was one of
the others, the remaining two either sitting or lying on the upper
bench. Brad sat with his legs apart, his balls hanging over the front of
the bench. The men appeared approximately 35 each, younger than him, and
showed toned stomach muscles. Brad reckoned they must exercise
regularly. He was a bit self conscious of his paunch, and sat upright,
sucking his stomach in as best he could. The one sitting opposite him wiped
his hands along his legs, smoothing the skin and wiping the sweat off. Then
Brad watched as his hand went to the crutch of his swim shorts and he
cupped his fingers round his bulge, holding it. Brad looked at the man's
face and saw that he was looking straight back at Brad, his eyes not
breaking contact as so often happens. Brad watched as the man's eyebrows
lifted in the typical expression of 'query'. They had not spoken a word
since Brad had entered.

	Brad felt that he was being asked a question wordlessly, and he
thought he knew the answer. He leaned back against the hot, darkened pine
wall, and cupped his own bulge and gave the man a smile back. The young man
returned the smile and said, "You've got to be careful these days. What you
into?" 'Fuck! No foreplay here,' thought Brad, and answered as if he were
in the gay sauna he visited in Brighton. "Oh the usual," he said trying to
sound casual, "Oral, some anal. I prefer to be a bottom, but will give
it. You know." "Yeah. My name's Andy. This," he nodded to the guy sitting
behind him, "is Will, and that lazy slob lying down is our Franky." "Hi,"
said Brad nodding to each.

	Without a word, Frank, who was wearing a towel round his middle,
opened it up as he lay back, and Will leaned over him, taking Franky's
already stiff cock shaft in his mouth and starting to bob his head up and
down on it. Brad felt as though he had interrupted them. "Saw you in the
pool, and when you followed us in here, we knew you must be OK," said Andy
without being asked. "At this time of day, we hardly see anyone else in
here. You a member, or just visiting?" Brad told him that he had just
joined, and pinched his roll of muscle round his gut saying, "I want to get
rid of this." As Brad had thought, Andy told him they exercised nearly
every day, and offered to help him get started. They had seen Brad as
Robert took him round earlier, but Brad was so involved in his induction
that he had not been aware of them.

	"Thanks," said Brad, his interest drawn to the antics of the two on
the top bench, "That's a kind offer, and I may take you up on it. If
there's anything I can do for you ..." started Brad but he stopped as Andy
stood up and flopped his cock over the waist of his swim shorts. "You can
suck on this," he said with a laugh. Brad leaned forward on his bench and
let Andy feed his half hard circumcised cock head in between his
lips. Taking hold of the soft shaft, Brad felt it getting harder and
thicker as he wanked it's base, the head swelling against his tongue as the
blood pumped into the erectile tissues. Andy eased his shorts down and they
dropped past his knees letting him step out of them. With Andy encircling
his cock and balls with a finger and thumb and holding it all out to him,
Brad began in earnest to suck the purple head of his new found friend. He
was beginning to enjoy his exercising, he thought to himself.

	Above them Frank had now turned over onto his hands and knees, and
Will had his hands on Frank's proffered rump, his face buried into the
cleft of Franks' ass cheeks, licking across Frank's hole and tugging
Frank's engorged member hanging between his legs. All four of them were
sweating profusely, rivers of it pouring down their faces or oozing out of
the rest of their bodies, for, even though there was little humidity in the
sauna, the temperature was in the high 90's.

	Brad was the first to want to stop, as he was the least fittest,
and was not used to the sauna heat like the others. Staggering to the door
he almost fell outside into the cooler air of the pool room, grabbed the
drink flask on the floor by the door, and in a few steps he was at the
poolside. He sat on the tiled surround and dipped his legs into the water,
which now felt cool to his touch, even though he knew it was almost at
usual blood temperature, and drew on the cold water in his flask. He still
felt hot, and carefully slipped off the edge into the water, immersing
himself totally. When he surfaced the others were falling out of the sauna
door, and they followed his lead and jumped into the pool to cool off.

	Andy swam to where Brad was standing and came round behind
him. Brad felt Andy's hands on the waist band of his trunks as he pulled
them down to his knees, then the probing stiffness of Andy's erection as it
pushed it's way between his cheeks seeking entry into Brad's
arsehole. "Fancy taking me?" asked Andy in his left ear, as his cock
knocked at the door, under the water. Brad reached behind himself with both
hands and held his cheeks apart, as an invitation to enter and be
recognised. Andy held onto Brad's hips and pushed hard until he felt the
bell end of his cock slide past the sphincter and started going up into
Brad's bowels. Truthfully, the water in the pool was not much of a
lubricant, but it was a little, and Brad's ass was no virgin.

	Joined together in this way, the two walked to the corner of the
pool until Brad was able to lean against the pool edges at the right-angle
and brace himself so that Andy could stab away to his heart's content. Brad
had looked around but there was no one else in the room, and he stood
leaning against the corner of the pool relaxing his anal muscles so that
the friction and drag of Andy's cock on the tender skin around the hole was
not unbearable. He looked to his right to see Frank sitting on the
poolside, leaning back on his two arms, whilst Will continued to suck and
bob on the cock that rose so nicely out of Frank's lap, Will standing in
the water, his submerged hand wanking his cock.

	Sadly, at good things have to cum to an end, and it was Frank who
came into Will's willing mouth first, pumping his whiteness as Will sucked
and swallowed. Then Brad felt Andy speed up his stroke, pushing his
thickening cock deeper and deeper into him, before the feeling of heat
inside his guts told him that Andy had cum his load. Andy withdrew his cock
and patted Brad's shoulder. "That was good wasn't it?" he said, and Brad
just grunted. He took hold of Andy and turned him around, sticking his
stiff cock up into Andy's crack, but Andy wriggled away with a "Sorry, but
that's not my scene. Try Will he always likes a good bum shag."

	At the mention of his name Will had looked over at Brad and Andy,
and Andy called him over with, "Come over here, Brad want to spunk in you."
Will dipped his head under the water and washed the cum off his face before
wading over to where Brad was standing. Taking the same stance in the
corner of the pool that Brad had taken, he braced himself against the pool
edges so that Brad could push his cock length into him. Brad positioned
himself behind Will and held him, a hand either side of his waist. Pulling
himself up against Will there was an initial resistance from Will as Brad's
cock head squashed up against Will's ring. Then it slid inside as Will
pushed back against the invader, relaxing his ring muscles as though he was
having a crap, Brad's helmet ring slipping past the circular muscle to the
soft flesh inside.

	Brad had already experienced how little the water enabled a cock to
slide ion and out, but apparently Will was into this more than Brad had
been, as he pushed hard back against Brad, making the cock slip in to it's
full length in one go, before Will clamped down hard on his anus muscle,
making the withdrawal of the inflated tube that much more difficult. Will
was to repeat this many times as Brad shafted him, until Brad finally
succumbed to the mounting sensations and whispered in Will's ear he was
about to cum.

	Will pulled his arse off Brad's cock, spun round and dived beneath
the water surface in time to envelope Brad's helmet corona with his lips
and hermetically seal round it so that none of the precious cargo that it
ejected into his mouth escaped into the surrounding water. Brad stood
upright with his hands on his hips and pumped into Will's mouth delivering
eight copious loads, before he ran dry. Even so Will remained under the
water cleaning and licking the beneficial cock until he was satisfied and
surfaced to take another breath.

	"He's good inn 'e?" stated Andy to Brad about Will. "Yeah, that was
good," Brad congratulated his recipient. "Any time," Will answered almost
nonchalantly, running his tongue around inside his mouth in case he had
missed some of the swallowed spunk. "I like your taste. Thanks." and he
moved off back to his mate Frank, in case Frank wanted to fuck him as well,
but Frank was apparently satisfied with the blow job. Pulling their shorts
and trunks up they clambered out onto the tiles and made their way back to
the changing room.

	Brad opened his locker and removed his towel from the bag, before
walking into a shower cubicle and closing the door. Standing under the
water as he used the shower gel from the wall dispenser, he was aware of a
draft and turned to see a stranger at the open door. "I heard the shower,
and your door was not locked. Do you want me to help you?" asked the man,
taking the towel away from his waist to reveal a fair sized cock, erect and
ready for action.

	"My name's Brad and you are ?.?" said Brad, wiping soap from his
eyes. "Colin," said the stranger, stepping in and closing the door behind
himself. He hung his towel on the hook over Brad's and slid the lock
across. Pumping the shower gel dispenser until he had a little mound of it
in his palms Colin then rubbed his hands over Brad's shoulder blades and
down his back, until his hands cupped Brad's buttocks, then travelling
round the back of his legs until his finger tips were pushing into the back
of Brad's scrotum. His hands were together as though he was praying and
Colin then raised one of his thumbs and pushed it up into Brad's
anus. Colin found Brad's ring had been opened previously and replaced the
one thumb with both. Brad leaned against the shower wall supporting himself
on both hands, bending his back and legs slightly, so his bum jutted out.

	Colin's two thumbs had now become four fingers of one hand, which
he pushed in and out of Brad's hole. He reached round to the front of Brad
and took hold of Brad's stiff cock. As he pushed his hand in to Brad's arse
he stroked down to the base of Brad's cock, and vice versa, whilst humping
his own erection against Brad's thigh, sliding the two lumps of the baby's
bum caused by the piss slit on his circumcised cock to slide up and down
Brad's hip as the water cascaded down from the shower head. After taking
thirty or so of these strokes with hands and cock, Brad felt the cock
sliding up and down his hip begin to jerk and buck, before he felt the hot
ejaculate shoot up the side of his body as Colin shot several ropes of
sperm onto him.

	Brad stood with his eyes closed and let his cock be wanked as the
feeling inside his balls welled up a second time in the hour. As he shot a
few times his anus clenched on the fucking fingers. He turned his head to
look at Colin, to find he had his eyes closed and a silly smile on his
face, as he continued to thrust and wank, hump and jerk. Finally he stopped
and his eyes opened to see Brad smiling at him. "Thanks mate," Colin said,
slowly pulling his finger out. Brad nodded back, and Colin took another
lump of gel and washed Brad's hole, rubbing it to help it close. Brad let
him. The shower washed Colin's spunk away off his body, but not all washed
down the plug hole, leaving white lumps on the dark terracotta tiles. Colin
wrapped his towel round his body and left the cubicle.

	"I could get used to this," thought Brad as he thought back over
what had happened that afternoon. "I'll have my weight down in no time."



Chapter Two.  (and the story gets better!)

	Brad was unable to visit the Gym the next day, but the day after, a
Saturday, he breezed in before Noon. He was glad to see that the sour faced
Receptionist was not on duty, but that the position was taken by a young
lad, he gauged to be just in his early twenties, who looked up from the
desk as he entered and smiled welcomingly. "Can I help you?" he asked, and
Brad went to talk with him.

	"Hallo, my name Brad Putt, and I joined a couple of days
ago. Robert, your Assistant Manager showed me round, but this is the first
day I am here to exercise, for real." Brad looked at the youth. He saw
blonde curly hair, blue eyes, an enduring smile, perfect teeth, and felt
his cock twitch. The lad stood up and indicated the Changing Rooms
door. "If you just change over in there, and come back, I will help you on
your first day. The Receptionist should be back by then." Brad could feel
the excitement building up inside his balls as he saw that below the tight,
white sweat shirt the lad was wearing, there was an even tighter, white
pair of shorts full of lumps that that left very little to the
imagination. If Brad was reading the lumps between those legs, the boy was
hung and no mistake. With an "OK, thanks. I will be back in a tick," Brad
fished his electronic card key from his kit holdall and used it to open the
door.

	He was just stripping down and folding his clothes when the lad
walked in and stood near him, looking at Brad's naked buttocks as he put a
foot on the bench to take his socks off. Brad turned and faced him, his
limp cock not actually so limp, as it jutted out from his body an inch
before hanging down, the white flesh of his smooth shaven pubic area
highlighting the pewter cock ring that encircled the base of his cock and
balls. "I forgot to mention that the lockers take a £1 coin which is
returnable. I brought one if you don't have the right change," said the
lad, holding the coin out for Brad to take, his eyes never leaving the
shaking end of Brad's cock as Brad took his other sock off, still facing
him.

	"Thanks that's very kind of you," Brad answered smiling, "but,"
Brad now turned his back and bent down to retrieve a coin from inside the
kit holdall on the floor before turning back to show the lad, " I already
have a coin put to one side for just that use." The lad had not moved, and
Brad knew that he had shown him a good back view of his low hanging balls
and into the cleft of his buttocks. "That's OK then," said the lad, not
moving away, but staying to watch as Brad stepped into his black jock
strap, flipping the elastic waistband over the end of his knob and pulling
the jock up over his hip bones. Brad watched the lad's eyes never waver
from his cock and balls as he used two hands to make his package
comfortable in the fabric pouch. As he ran his fingers inside the supporter
bands over his buttocks, Brad saw the sweat on the lad's upper lip, which
thing the lad licked unconsciously as Brad slipped on his yellow nylon
shorts.

	"So what's your name?" asked Brad as he sat on the bench and pulled
his Nike shoes on and tied the laces. The lad came out of his
reverie. "It's Val, short for Valentino," he said almost shyly. "I bet you
get a ribbing with that name," said Brad, "I do with mine, ...  you know
Brad Putt." Brad gave a short cackle and the lad smiled. "Yeah!" he said,
"we did not ask for them, but names can be a bit of a bugger, can't they?"
Brad pulled his sweat shirt on over his head, gathered his outdoors
clothing into his holdall and locked everything in the locker. Strapping
the key to his left wrist, he put his arm round Val's shoulder and said,
"Come on, let's get going." He noted that Val did not flinch at his touch,
and he altered his hold so that he could ruffle Val's blonde curly hair as
it tumbled down the nape of his neck. Val's head fell back onto Brad's hand
as he felt Brad's fingers move up his neck and caress his scalp, almost
snuggling into his palm. "Come on," said Brad again and they moved off to
the door together.

	Brad swiped his card across the jaw of the consul and they read
what Robert had set up as first in Brad's list of exercises regime. "The
bikes are over here," offered Val moving over to them. He took Brad's card
and waited for Brad, then showed Brad how the seat moved automatically to
the position set into the computer when he swiped it through the card
reader jaw. "Clever innit?" said Val proudly, and watched as Brad mounted
the saddle and commenced pedalling, the display showing his progress up and
down the 'hills' of different difficulty.

	"When you come next time, bring some headphones and plug them in
here," said Val standing close and indicating the socket hole. "If you push
this on the screen," which he did for Brad, "the screen changes to the TV
channel of your choice, and it's satellite, so there's hundreds." Brad
watched the screen change and then looked at Val, to see that Val was not
looking at the screen, but between his legs at the lumps moving in his
yellow shorts as he pedalled and his thighs pushed his full jockstrap
contents one way and another. Purposefully he took his hand off the curved
handlebar below the screen and re-arranged his 'jewels' a bit, watching as
Val licked his sweaty top lip again.

	Val stayed with Brad as he went round from machine to machine, his
eyes seeming glued to Brads crutch. When Brad exercised his arms, pushing
the pads so his elbows touched, Val stood so he could see between his open
legs. When Brad sat on the sliding seat of the rowing machine, Val was at
the front on one knee, giving advice and encouragement, and also looking
down between Brad's legs as they bent and straightened. But it was Brad's
turn when he came to the weight lifting. Brad lay on his back on the bench
and put his hand on the lifting bar, the machine loading it to give him the
weight set to lift. Val moved in to stand at his head and gave Brad tips as
to how to lift without risk of injury. Brad was able to look right up Val's
shorts and see his rainbow coloured jock. 'Full of the promised land' Brad
thought to himself, as he clearly saw the outlines of Val's balls and cock,
before looking past the shorts at Val's head and realise that Val was
looking at him, and had seen where he had been looking. Val smiled down at
Brad. Brad smiled up at Val.

	Brad continued round the large room until he had completed the
tasks Robert had set for him, and then he said to Val, "I think I'm about
ready for that swim now." "That's a good idea," Val said, "I think I will
join you. I finished about twenty minutes ago, but thought I would see you
through to the end, if you know what I mean?" His infectious smile flashed
his teeth for a second. "I like to have a relax at the end of my day's
work," he added, and together they left the Exercise Room, walked across
the Reception Hall and entered the Changing Room, the older man with his
arm resting on the younger man's shoulders.

	Val kept his kit in a locker over to one side of the Changing Room,
but when he saw where Brad was changing he brought his kit bag over next to
Brad. "I think I will have a shower," said Brad, trying to pull his wet
sweat shirt off over his shoulders, but the shirt clung tenaciously to his
skin and refused to slide off. As he struggled with it half over his head
he was aware that Val was changing next to him. "Here, let me help you," he
heard Val say, and felt his muscular arms tugging as Val took hold of the
bottom of the shirt and pulled it inside out over Brad's head and
shoulders. Brad was looking at the floor, his arms out-stretched, when his
head slid out of the shirt. As Val helped the shirt off his arms he had a
clear view of the youth just standing clad in only his jockstrap, the bulge
showing that the lad had a hard-on, with the head pointing toward his left
hip. "Thanks," said Brad, taking the wet shirt from Val with one hand, and
as he said "and I think one good turn deserves another," he let his other
hand brush Val's stiff cock, his fingertips tracing the length and feeling
the hardness of the lad's erection. Val looked into Brad's kind eyes and
answered "Yes, that would be nice," before he sat down suddenly on the
bench and reached out for Brad's waist. "I expect your shorts will be a
problem as well," Val said and Brad let the young man ease his shorts down
over the lump of his black jock pouch.

	Brad unconsciously pushed his hips forward towards the boys face as
the shorts slipped to the floor. Val licked his sweating top lip, and his
hands touched the hardening flesh encased in the black fabric pouch. One
hand weighed the balls whilst the other took hold of Brad's cock, feeling
it swell measurably in his touch. He licked his top lip again. "You can if
you want to," said Brad quietly, his hands now on Val's head, his fingers
running through the blonde curly hair. Val peeled the jock down Brad's
legs, watching the uncircumcised head pop up and out of the pouch, watched
the foreskin peel back to reveal half of the purple head, watched as a bead
of clear fluid oozed out of the slit, watched as his balls came clear of
the descending jock and hung, one lower than the other, in the sac. Val
breathed in the man smell of Brad and his own cock did a couple of
handstands in his rainbow stripe jock.

	The words "You can if you want to," repeated quietly and Val leaned
forward and took Brad's beautifully formed, bar hard, sweaty cock in his
mouth, holding the erect member with one hand whilst the other clasped
Brad's balls gently, moving them in their sac as he would his 'Chinese
worry balls', a gift last Christmas from a friend he would probably never
see again, unless he saved enough money to visit to Australia. Brad and Val
retreated into their own dream worlds for a moment, joined only by cock and
mouth.

	Brad's hands on Val's head started to encourage Val's mouth along
and back the length of his cock, Val a willing mouth. For several moments
Val's head bobbed on Brad's stiffy, but then Val stopped and looked up into
Brad's face. "We ought to go somewhere a little less public," he said,
"someone could walk in on us." He stood up and handed Brad a towel,
wrapping one round himself. "Let's have a shower," he said, leading Brad by
hand into the Shower Area.

	The last cubicle on the right was for Disabled Patrons, and was the
size of two cubicles, fitted with support bars and a fold-down seat under
the shower head. When Brad was in, Val closed and locked the door then
turned to face Brad. He removed Brad's towel, letting Brad's cock wave to
him, and, giving him a gentle shove, Val guided Brad until he sat down on
the white plastic seat. Then Val took a step back and slowly unwrapped his
own towel. He was still wearing his rainbow jock, and it still showed Brad
that he was 'very interested'. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, Val
began pulling it down as he swung his hips from side to side in a way, Val
hoped, was slinky and sensuous. Brad leaned back against the cool tiled
surface and stretched his legs out in front of him. Taking his cock he
began to wank his 7 inches (18cms) of hard, uncut flesh as he watched the
lad in front of him dance for him while Val removed the only item of
clothing he was wearing.

	As the jock slipped down from his hips, Val made sure that his cock
caught in the top of the pouch, so that his stiffy escaped like a spring to
appear, it's whole length thrusting upwards in one go. It too was 7 inches,
but it was circumcised. As Val gyrated and revealed, his eyes were fixed on
the purple head being covered and revealed between Brad's legs, as Brad's
hand wanked up and down his shaft. He has never seen an uncircumcised cock
in his life before this day, his few experiences being only with lads of
his own age and similar cut condition. He had also never seen a cock
ring. When he had first laid eyes on Brad, he had hoped he was uncut, and
now his wish was cumming true.

	He moved forward so that the cock that he held in his hand pointed
directly at Brad's mouth. Brad opened his jaws, and like a scene from a
science fiction film, the hangar swallowed the shuttle craft, until Brad's
lips were firmly docked on Val's pubic region. Only then, with all 7 inches
safely engulfed, did Brad close his lips round Val's cock, and he began the
delicious oral dance that leads to so much.

	Val put his hands on his buttocks and helped to push himself in and
out of Brad's warm, wet docking bay. He had lost his virginity with a girl,
but it was not as exciting as what was happening right now. Brad let the
boy fuck his mouth, using his tongue muscles to increase the pressure on
the sliding knob head between the top of his pallet and his tongue's coarse
surface. His lips slid up and down the outside of the erect tube on a thick
coating of spittle, which dripped down from his mouth as though the boy had
cum his lumps. Brad enjoyed that, every time it happened, a man's cock
jerking and spraying the contents of his balls into his throat and leaking
out the sides of his mouth. His own cock thickened momentarily in his hands
as he wanked, thinking of it.

	Val's hands transferred to Brad's head and he pulled it back and
forth, ramming the mouth deep down to the base of his cock, before pulling
it back so the writhing tongue inside could swirl and wash over his cock's
swollen-to-bursting-point helmet. Brad was comfortable with this as, it was
not the first time, and he could breathe. He could feel the urgency of
Val's thrusting increase and he reached for the lad's balls, to find that
they were almost up either side of the lad's cock. 'He won't be long,'
thought Brad, and as he moved his hand back under the boy so that his
middle finger could stroke across Val's crinkled brown hole entrance, Brad
felt the first spurt of pre-cum and could envisage in his mind's eye, the
circumcised cock head slit spouting a jet of crystal clear joy toward his
face.

	Val had his eyes closed and could see an amalgam of Brad's face,
merging with several of his friends that he had had oral sex with. He could
feel his semen rising in his balls and felt Brad's hand stroke them before
they burst, and a wave of pleasure swept over him as Brad's mouth accepted
his first gift of life. Then Brad's finger found his hole and dragged
across it, before pushing through the muscle ring and up toward his
pleasure centre. Val leaned down hard on the intruding finger and felt it
push the bell button that opened his flood gates. Pushing his cock hard and
deep into Brad's mouth as Brad found and stimulated his prostate, Val let
his cock spit wads of cum onto the back of Brad's throat, before half
withdrawing so that Brad's tongue could swirl around it before the next wad
of cum burst out of the tip of his cock.

	Brad was wanking his cock, his hand slipping up and down himself in
the lubrication that was bubbling up and out of his own piss slit. His
middle finger was now firmly inside the lad's bum, the tip brushing along
the outside of the pea sized gland just up inside his anus. After the
initial squirt of thin pre-cum to alert his taste buds as he pushed up into
the lad with his finger, and when he had brushed over the surface of the
prostate where he had expected to find it, Brad was rewarded with a
forceful ejaculation of creamy lumps of sperm, splattering the back of his
throat as Val had pushed himself in as far as he could get, and stood
quivering with emotions as the next ejaculation gathered itself with the
help of Brad's stroking finger tip.

	Val stood stiff legged, his cock held deep in Brad's mouth, his
hands pulling Brad's head hard onto his stomach to gain the extra
millimetre of personal length into him, his sphincter gripping hard around
Brad's finger that was stroking his pleasure button to make him - Oh My God
I'm Cumming Again - shoot into his mouth another load of his cum. This was
the first time Val had experienced such a forceful set of cums. Not even
when he had found his Mother's vibrator some years ago, and gone back to
his room, locked the door, sniffed it and secretly stuck it up his bum,
buzzing away, whilst wanking himself frantically, had he had such a violent
reaction, a reaction he had tried to repeat unsuccessfully with various
toys but never succeeded until now. Maybe it was something to do with the
man doing it. He pumped more lumps of his cum into Brad, holding that
thought and planning ahead.

	By the fifth explosion of Val, Brad lost the battle to swallow and
let the sticky stuff seep out of his mouth down Val's cock to his balls,
and drip down his chin onto his stomach. It appeared to Brad that Val's
ejaculation were not diminishing. The quality and quantity were maintained
as each spurt gushed from the boy. By this time he was holding Val's
buttocks with a hand and steadying the lad, who seemed to be almost dizzy
with the effort, holding Val's cock in to his mouth and letting it jerk as
he finger fuck his ass, knocking his joy button each time. Eventually Val
ran dry, his cock still trying to jet but nothing would cum. Brad slowly
pulled his finger out and held Val away from his face. Val felt Brad's
finger go and opened his eyes, then focussed them down at Brad's upturned
and smiling face. Val knew what he was going to do next.

	His legs felt as though he had been running on a treadmill. Val
moved back and waved for Brad to stand up. Then Val folded the seat against
the tiled wall and let the disabled supporting bars down and locked them
into position. Pumping a handful of shampoo from the dispenser he spread it
between his legs, making sure some worked into his hole. Then he stood
between the two sets of support bars projecting out from the wall, and bent
over, his arms supporting himself as he presented his arsehole to Brad. "I
want you to fuck me," said Val looking over his shoulder at Brad, "Really
good and really hard."

	Taking the lead from Val, Brad lathered his cock in shampoo and
then offered himself up to the winking hole that Val was offering. He
guessed that Val had not been ass-fucked many times, so he eased his
mushroom head into the lad, pushing until it disappeared inside the muscle
ring, and then he waited a few seconds until the lad's muscles were used to
the stretch he was causing. "You sure you're good?" asked Brad and Val just
nodded. Taking a bit of dripping water from the shower head he dripped it
over his length and then pushed. Inch by inch he watched his cock slide
into the lad, resting when Val gave a little jump or a grunt, until nearly
all of his 7 inch were inside. Then Brad leaned over a bit more and kissed
the back of Val's neck, before pushing the final bit fully in, so that
their balls hung together.

	Then Val felt Brad withdrawing and pushing back in, starting a
steady rhythm that would last for many minutes. With his eyes closed again,
Val slipped into an 'in-between world' where reality and fantasy met and
were indistinguishable. He dismissed the discomfort he had felt initially,
for it had been replaced by a warm glow in his rump. The blackness of his
closed eyes was replaced by images of various sexual natures. He saw two
dogs fucking, the bright red prick of the dog shafting deep into the
bitch. He saw scenes from various videos he had watched with the girl's
legs in the air and he was fucking her shaven cunt, then she was on all
fours and he was fucking her missionary position, then he was cumming over
her face, white lines streaking across her nose and open mouth. Then the
images, he realised, were not of a female but of a male, and he was fucking
the man's ass from behind, then he was wanking the man, watching as the
slit spat cum at him, then the man was on his back and Val's cock was
sliding in and out between his legs, whilst he wanked the man's enormous
phallus, having to use both hands to grip it as he fucked, with a close up
of his cock sliding in and out of the hole, streaked with his cum.

	Brad found Val's hot love sleeve nicely tight. With his hands
resting on Val's rump, Brad was able to piston his cock in and out
easily. When he felt that there was a need for more lubrication, he simply
dripped more water onto his shaft and re-activated the shampoo. Slowly his
orgasm built as he swung his hips, his eyes shut, remembering other
glorious fucks he had had, both giving and receiving. Then reality broke
back in as he felt that he had almost reached 'that plateau' that he was
climbing up to. "I'm gonna cum," he said as he sawed into the lad, and that
said, he did.

	Val felt the first cum as a spreading heat in his
guts. Concentrating on that, he felt Brad's moving prick was sliding a bit
easier, and realised it was now being lubricated by Brad's own spunk. He
felt as Brad ejaculated each time, sensing the swelling of his erectile
tissues, the enlargement of his helmet, the hardening of his urethra along
the bottom of the cock, the hesitation of Brad's stroke as he fired another
string of cum into him. And he heard Brad as he grunted "Yes! Oh my God
Yes!And again Yes!" each time he reached the bottom of his stroke and his
muscles convulsed another time squeezing yet more spunk into his
bottom. Until Brad stopped moving and just stood behind him panting, his
cock buried deep in his bum, twitching every now and then. He felt Brad
bend over him and kiss him again, and then he knew why this time had been
bigger than anything before. It was, he realised, because this time he had
really wanted it, and not just gone along with what the others wanted. This
time, both of them had had a need that both of them had jointly
fulfilled. He levered himself upright and turned to Brad.

	"Fuckin' hell!" said Brad, panting, his messy cock losing it's
stiffness. "I hope so," replied Val with a chuckle, "'cos I can't play a
Harp!"


I hope you enjoyed the Christmas break and can look forward to a momentous
New Year, with all it can bring.

Of you have enjoyed this tale, get your fingers working and e-mail me at
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encourages me to write further adventures. When the music from you runs
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Remember to be safe and use condoms.- please.

Thank You.

Alex Carbine