Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2012 10:38:15 +0000
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Brad joins a Gym Chapter 3a

Brad Joins a Gym

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Three.


	Brad Putt, his name had become a joke wherever he went because of
the similarity with a film star, woke and greeted the day feeling more
alive than he had felt for months. The sun was already shining cheerily in
through the bedroom window, and even his usual morning hard-on felt more
solid as he wanked himself gently, thinking of the twenty something, blonde
haired, blue eyed juvenile Val he had 'met' a few days ago at the Gym. Each
time he had returned following that meet, he had found that Val was not on
duty at the Health Centre, but he looked forward to their next bout with
mounting excitement.

	Brad's work load was virtually nil. He had met his sales targets
for the month and year quarter and was not being hounded by his
Boss. Slipping on his slippers he went downstairs to the Kitchen naked, his
still-stiff cock wagging from side to side as he walked. Closing the fridge
door with a carton of orange juice ('with bits' just to make sure it was
not a re-constituted concentrate) in his hand, he was just making his way
to the breakfast bar when a shadow crossed the window. Brad quickly put the
orange carton down and grabbed the nearest thing to cover his nudity, a
clean dish cloth, and went to the back door to see who it was. A single
figure was clearly standing the other side of the frosted glass of the door

	With one hand keeping the tiny cloth in place to maintain his
modesty, he opened the back door an inch and peered out round it. Standing
in jeans, sneakers and stripy 't' shirt, wearing a silly grin under his
blue eyes and blonde thatch, stood the lad of this morning's dreams, Val.

	"Hi Brad! I understand you've been asking after me," he said, "Are
you going to ask me in?"

	"I was just thinking of you," said Brad opening the door, and then
realising how little he was wearing, the dish cloth hanging either side of
his erection. He smiled weakly as Val's gaze took in the scene.

	"I can see that," laughed Val, taking hold of Brad's badly hidden
shaft lovingly in his hand, and tilting his head up to give Brad a kiss on
the lips. Their tongues met and Brad retreated back into the Kitchen, with
Val still attached to him at lips and cock. The door swung closed with a
click. "No escape," said Brad, and cradled the lad's head as he kissed him,
whilst Val let the dish cloth fall to the tiles and gently slid his warm
hand up and down the length of Brad's ten inches. "In that case I will have
to give in without a struggle," said Val.

	Suddenly a thought crossed Brad's over-excited mind. "How did you
know where I live?" he asked, drawing his head back to look better into
Val's blue eyes. "When Sour-Puss-The-Secretary told me that you had asked
when I was working next, I looked up your file on the computer and took
down your address. And here I am, and it's my day off today." Val's hand
gripped slightly harder around Brad's erection, making Brad's low hanging
balls swing in their bag. He licked his lips before adding as a side
remark, "Oh God! A whole day of THIS!"

	Brad watched as the lad dropped to his knees, and in one smooth
movement Val held Brad's cock with one hand, cradled his balls with the
other, and enveloped the shaft with his hot, young mouth. It was all Brad
could do to accept the sensations of Val's mouth sliding up and down his
cock, and not cum in his mouth there and then. He put his hands on his
hips, closed his eyes and let his head sag back onto his shoulders, as the
little viper's tongue wrought havoc on, and washed around, the sensitive
purple helmet of his knob.

	He was brought back to reality when he heard Val say, mainly
addressing his cock, "Oh Yes! You are going to fuck me stupid today," and
as Brad looked down at the lad's head, it turned up to him and with a smile
Val added, "but not straight away. Oh No! There is plenty I want you, Brad,
to do with me first." And then Val pulled away and stood up, and gave Brad
another kiss. One that Brad found tasted nicely of himself.

	"Why don't we both have a shower," suggested Brad. "I haven't had
one yet. I was just going to have a drink of juice, and then you appeared,"
he stopped and turned to Val, "do you want one as well?" Val licked his
lips before answering, "No, I'll stick with what I've got. Nothing like the
taste of pre-cum in the morning, to start your day properly." He scratched
his crutch, re-arranging himself, and Brad saw for the first time that Val
was sporting an unmistakable tube of erect flesh in his jeans. "Let me help
you," Brad said, and it was Val's turn to put his hands on his hips and
close his eyes, as Brad's fingers stroked either side of his rigid cock,
before he released the belt and pulled the zip down. Brad sat back onto the
kitchen chair and watched Val step out of his jeans, before pulling him
closer. Val was wearing a magenta coloured jock strap by Greg Homme, 'The
Boy Toy Jock', which was quite minimal by design, but ably contained all of
Val's many and sizeable charms, the lumps and bumps full of exquisite
promise.

	He ran his hand over the silky pouch, feeling the weight of what it
contained. Val shuffled his feet further apart, inviting the hand to feel
under him to where the pouch and straps met. Brad had other ideas, and
turned Val to face away from him, then pulled the cheeks of Val's ass
apart. Val understood this signal and bent at his waist, leaning forward to
hold onto the edge of the breakfast bar. Putting one hand through between
Val's legs, Brad stroked the outside of the jock pouch's contents, whilst
he pushed his face into Val's ass cleft, licking what he had been
presented, savouring the musky taste and smell that the boy had naturally
there, pushing his arrow-like tongue into the puckered hole as far as he
could, again and again, all the while sliding his hand up and down all over
the silky fabric covering the boy's engorged genitals.

	Val took the weight of his upper body by resting his forehead on
the breakfast bar surface, and reached round behind himself so he could
hold his ass cheeks apart, urging Brad's tongue to delve deeper into his
body, to force his sphincter to open further, to lick where no man had been
before,......., well not that day anyway.

	Brad sat on the edge of the chair and took his prick in hand,
smearing his copious pre-cum over his knob head and down the length of his
dick, so that his hand slipped along the skin surface as though he had used
K-Y, as he wanked, his balls swinging freely as he pulled himself.

	"You told me you had a collection of toys," said Val, his voice
muffled by the surface his head way resting on. Brad pulled his face out
from between Val's bum-cheeks, saliva dripping off his chin and red, wet
cheeks. He stood up and wiped his wet, shiny helmet on Val's right leg,
making it look as though a snail had left a trail. "Better come upstairs,
then," said Brad huskily, swallowing to find his voice as he had been
breathing through his open mouth and his throat had dried.

	Brad led the way up the stairs and, mischievous as ever, Val could
not resist trying to stick a finger up into Brad's bum as they
went. Running up the last few stairs they crossed the landing giggling and
entered Brad's bedroom. Val flopped onto the bed, to lie face up,
spread-eagled, and still wearing his jockstrap, although his cock was
poking out the left side of the pouch. Brad went over to his
chest-of-drawers and pulled open the bottom one. Gathering nearly the whole
content of the drawer between his two hands, he turned and dumped it on the
bed next to the still laughing Val.

	Val turned onto his side, but his laughing died away as he took in
the amazing sight of the jumbled pile of variously sized and coloured
dildos, vibrators and butt-plug. Almost instinctively he started to pick up
one, then another, arranging them in to length and thickness, his tongue
licking his top lip unconsciously as he moved. Brad could see the darker
wet patch on Val magenta jock pouch caused by the flow of pre-cum that had
started instantly Val's excitement had started downstairs, and he moved
round the bed to be behind the lad. Val lifted himself just off the bed as
Brad pulled the jock down and off his legs and continued to sort the toys,
enjoying the feel of the different texture and weight of each, but Val was
not aware Brad had the wet pouch held to his nose until he turned to say
something and saw Brad slowly wanking himself as he breathed long and slow
through the silky fabric, the waist band draped around his neck, the straps
over and behind his ears, the wet, sticky area of the pre-cum stained pouch
laying over his nose and chin like a medical mask. "The Doctor will see you
now," said Brad as he lay down behind Val, his cock nudging gently in
between Val's legs so that his own wet cock helmet nestled tight behind
Val's balls.

	Brad removed the jock and reached over Val's hip and took hold of
Val's steel-hard erect cock, pulling back on it as he wanked it slowly in
his hand. Val picked a toy and turned it on, feeling the strong vibrations,
before tucking it between his legs, under his balls, from the front. Brad
began to wank Val as the vibrations buzzed around his trapped cock. Val lay
on his side relaxed, letting this man play with him, feeling happy, safe
and secure as he lay in his bedroom. Brad kissed the back of his head. Val
began clenching and relaxing his bum, making his cock pulse and twitch in
Brad's hand. The vibrator was pleasuring them both.

	After a few moments, Val picked a 7 inch (19 cms) long, black, but
not the thickest pear-drop shaped butt plug up out of the line of toys
spread along the bed in front of him, and spread K-Y along its' length
before handing it back behind him to Brad. Brad pulled his cock away from
Val's legs as Val turned the vibrator off, and Val bent his legs at their
knees, in order to offer and open his arsehole to better and easier
advantage for Brad.

	Laying totally relaxed, Val felt the cold, gel coated rubber of the
pointed-but-not-sharp end of the butt plug push at his sphincter. Pushing
down and out, his sphincter mushroomed out to envelope the tip of the plug
and he allowed it to enter his ring, feeling as Brad pushed it in an inch
or so and then rested to allow Val's muscle to stretch comfortably to
accommodate its' 7 inches round (18 cms) thickness. Then he felt it move
inwards again a bit more and again stop.

	Val reached round behind himself and found Brad's hands. Holding
them firmly, he pushed the remainder of the plug into himself until his
stretched ring muscle closed over the thicker bell-end of the pear shape
and closed over the short 5 inch round (13 cms) stem, until there was
little left to show except for for the 't' bar end across his hole to stop
it going in any further.

	"There. That's better," Val sighed, crossing his arms over his
chest and curving his back inwards, so his bum pushed out even more towards
Brad. "Now you can play with my balls whilst my ring stretches a
bit. That's how I like it." And he lifted his right leg high into the air,
letting Brad clear access to his balls and cock. "Let the pleasure begin,"
Val drawled slowly, wrapping his right arm round his leg to give it
support.

	Val felt Brad shuffling about behind him on the bed, and then felt
Brad's warm breath on the bag of his cluster followed quickly by his warm
mouth sucking his balls, Brad's nose nudging against the back of the base
of his cock as his head moved. Pre-cum continued to dribble out of Val's
piss-slit on his tight-skinned swollen cock-head, bubbling up and dripping
down like a spider's web, to disappear into the bed-spread. Brad's left
hand lazily wanked his cock, the finger and thumb joining together over the
top of his helmet at the top of the stroke, only to open and form a circle
tightly fitting the flesh of his cock as they slid over the flared lip of
the corona of his helmet and halfway down his shaft, spreading his clear
liquid over the stretched skin to help his masturbation.

	Then it was Val's turn to move on the bed and as Brad lay in the
same position Val flipped over. They each took hold of their partner's cock
and began a slow, lascivious 69, Val teasing round Brad's helmet with his
tongue, whilst Brad nodded his head so his lips tracked over and back the
ring of Val's cock head. Less than 30 seconds of that and Val could not
help himself. He started thrusting into Brad's mouth, holding Brad's head
and moving his hips as he mouth-fucked his man, feeling the 't' bar of the
butt plug lumpishly between his cheeks as he pushed his erection in and out
between Brad's teeth and deep into the saliva wet cavern behind. Then he
felt Brad teasingly pull on the bar, not hard enough to make it come out,
but enough to let him know what Brad was doing, and possibly wanted.

	Val rolled onto his back and brought his knees up to his
chest. With Brad's help he ended up laying on the bed on his shoulders, his
hips held up off the bed by Brad, his legs apart, and his genitals at the
mercy of Brad's mouth. Brad eased the plug out of Val's anus and replaced
it with his tongue, licking the soft red flesh inside the gaping hole as he
wanked Val's stiff pole, holding it firmly now whilst he stroked it up and
down.

	Then, letting go Val's cock, and slightly lowering Val's hips,
Brad's 2inch cock head, at the end of his 8inch cock, nudged against the
gaping red hole. Making it slick with a knob of clear K-Y from the
blue-and-white tube on the bed near him, Brad eased his helmet and shaft
into the open hole.

	It was only then that Brad looked down at Val's face. Smiling as
ever, his eyes closed, Val's jaw had dropped and he was breathing shallowly
through his open mouth, his chest rising and falling between his arms, that
held his legs in the air so that as Brad's cock could push and pull it's
way thickly in and out of his bum hole. Brad looked now at his cock and saw
the skin gripping round his cock had created a tide line of K-Y at the base
of his prick. The excess gel was coating his cock-ring where his pubic hair
would be if he did not shave himself every day.

	Holding on to Val's legs to steady both him and Val, he speeded up
his shafting, oblivious of the age gap between his body and that of the lad
he was fucking, enjoying the knowledge that this lad had come to him,
voluntarily, not for his company, but because he loved the physical feeling
of a ten inch long cock shafting his hole, feeling the thickness stretching
his sphincter, the head going deep into his bowels, and Brad enjoyed
supplying it. It was sensual pleasure without any of the strings.

	"You know Brad," Val said, "I think I'm in love with you!"

	'Shit' thought Brad.



	To be continued ...

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