Date: Sat, 8 Mar 2014 00:55:33 +0000
From: Mark Bell <maybranch@googlemail.com>
Subject: Gym Twink Chapter 8

This story is about a developed teenage twink discovering life's pleasures.
It depicts graphic acts of sex between men & hot twinks, and a sexualised
home life. If that offends you or you're too young by the laws of your
country please don't read on.


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There is no discussion of condoms in this story but that doesn't mean in
real life you should always use a rubber, and I don't promote promiscuity
either, fantasies are usually best kept in our fantasy world!

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Hope you enjoy - sorry its been so long since the last chapter thank you
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......

End of chapter 7:

I looked up at Corey as Nate removed his huge cock, which was still
basically hard, and start to yank his underpants back up. I gave him my
most submissive stare, and he repaid me by slapping his still hard shaft
against my face. I knew we had to get going, but I wondered how long it
would be before Corey found a way and an excuse to pound me from the other
end, and maybe even sober.

...

Chapter 8 - Working up a Sweat

After the heavy weekend, where not only had I discovered I had a boypussy
between my big cheeks but also that my brothers, dad and his friends
enjoyed the taste and feel of treating me like one of their girls, I was
exhausted.
Nate had driven me home that night after we cleaned ourselves up, he tucked
me into bed and I felt his hand linger on my big rump for a moment as he
patted me, but he'd resisted, probably thinking I'd taken enough for one
night and was tired.

I hadn't seen Dad much since earlier that night, when I'd sat in his lap
while he fingered me and I'd begged for more. My little brother who I was
sure had seen us at it acted like nothing had happened; I saw Nate having a
stern word with him the next day but didn't want to get involved.

My asslips themselves were still puffy from all the attention they'd got at
the weekend, and by the time my session with Chad came around after school
on Wednesday they had started twitching uncontrollably. It started when I
was in the changing rooms for swim practice watching all the other guys on
my team strip down, but after a couple more days it was at even the vaguest
whiff of testosterone.

It was as if all the horsecocks that had stuffed my boycunt over the
weekend had changed me permanently, and now it was crying out to be filled
again. I had previously never considered myself as gay, and to be honest I
still didn't. I just liked satisfying the other men in my life, and felt
this burning desire to be filled up like a bottomless glass.

So when Wednesday did come round I was nervous, my new personal trainer
Chad (who I had only met for the first time a few days before) was super
buff and very manly. How was I going to work out in close proximity to him
without boning up, or worse rubbing my twitching asslips up and down his
bulge at the first opportunity?

The answer was clearly I wasn't, so I had to plan to minimise my exposure.
I packed my snuggest jock strap which would hopefully pin down my boner and
then my loosest pair of shorts and along singlet to cover it. I set off for
the gym confident I could avoid another embarrassment.

When I arrived Chad was already there waiting for me in reception in his
kit.

He was possibly even hotter than I remembered. Huge tanned upper body
muscles almost bursting out from under a red PT's singlet, his V shaped
frame meaning the fabric didn't even show the deep cut abs he surely had.
His dark hair was scraped back in one of those 'masculine' headbands only
models can really pull off. And of course there were his eyes which as soon
as I made contact with made me weak at the knees.

As I walked in Chad was casually chatting to Mr Broshaft, known to me as
Zach, one of the club managers who I'd also met the previous time.

"Hi Justin! Good to see you again. You here for your first session with
Chad?"

He grinned and I thought I caught him wink at Chad.

"Yeah I am, I'm really nervous though, I've never had a PT session before,
unless you count my brothers!" I replied.

Chad reassured me,

"Ah don't worry you'll be fine, you're already in great shape!"

I blushed slightly as he handed me a bag.

"I bought you some kit to wear, after I noticed your clothes last time
didn't seem that well fitted..."

"Oh I wouldn't go that far Chad, I think they really showed off Justin's
assets!" retorted Zach.

"No no, don't get me wrong Zach, these'll still show off his assets. It's
ok Justin you can look inside. I figured you could throw a vest over the
top too if you feel more comfortable."

I looked inside and saw the blue Lycra fabric.

"It's a wrestling singlet. Your Dad told me you and your brothers wrestled
a fair bit, and with your cycling too I thought you'd appreciated this thin
material, very breathable."

I looked at Chad, not sure what to say, I barely knew him and he was buying
me gifts? Worse still these would be exactly the opposite of loose, they'd
show everything! I didn't want to come across rude or ungrateful though so
I'm smiled sweetly and said,

"Thanks dude, it's just like one of the ones I wear from school, really
nice material."

I was about to go get changed when Zach called out to someone.

"Justin, you must meet my son - he's in for a workout himself."

A young guy, probably around my age  appeared and shook me firmly by the
hand.

"I'm Junior" he said.

"Pleased to meet you, I've seen your brother and Dad around the gym often."

I didn't think he looked very junior to me! He was tall like his father,
and also stacked. His coffee coloured skin was smooth and tight round his
bulging pecs and biceps, and I was pretty sure he'd have plenty more
tightly cut lines in his physique underneath his loose white vest.

I was still drinking him in what Zach interrupted me.

"I'm glad you've met, you ever need anything at the gym and myself or Chad
aren't around, Junior will make sure you're fixed up. He's also a good kid,
and an excellent body builder, for the record." He added with a smile that
clearly extolled pride.

"Pleased to meet you too, Junior. Do you have any other family who use the
gym?"

"N'aww I'm the middle bro but my two older homies are away at college and
our kid is still too young to join. He'll be like you and all fresh here
one day though he's just dying to come with me and pop!" He added with a
knowing smirk.

I made my excuses and quickly went and got changed.  As I put the blue
singlet on it stirred memories of the previous weekend, where Nate & I had
wrestled for his friends before the night descended into the closest thing
to a drunken orgy I'd experienced to date. My boycunt twitched as my
oversized butt cheeks pressed together, forced by the fabric to into a
mounted position. The singlet fit well but it was rather tight in
particular over my glutes, the material stretching taught to hide my
boypussy.

I was so relieved that the loose white vest I'd bought covered almost the
entire blue lycra one piece, which might offer me some protection along
with the reinforced jock I was wearing against embarrassing moments.

In the end the gym session with Chad went well, and at least to start with
incident free. We began with cardio on the bikes and then moved into the
weights area, I was pleased that Chad participated in some of the exercises
and didn't just watch me like I'd seen other PTs do.

We talked about the usual stuff whilst working hard which relaxed me, my
school, hobbies, his jobs before becoming a personal trainer.
He even showed me a picture of his girlfriend on his phone, she was one of
those beautiful women with big curves, and it looked like she had fantastic
tits.

After the initial sets Chad really pushed me to increase my bench press and
dead lift KG, and stood over me to ensure I didn't do myself an injury
supporting me as I lowered the heavy weighs down.
This was the closest proximity we'd had so far and I held the large weights
above my head I tried my best to focus on the task in hand and not get
distracted by the bulging package I spotted early on in Chad's white shorts
which was now hanging directly over my face. This was made more difficult
as my new personal trainer had a habit of scratching and adjusting his
seemingly oversized nuts with an almost unnerving regularity.

As I worked up a sweat I realised I was inhaling the musky pheromones Chad
was leaking constantly, and my boycunt started to twitch again
involuntarily, the sweat gathering in my deep crack moistening my entrance.

Given this was my first session with Chad, we ended the main session with
him testing my current endurance limits on the mats. By now I was sweating
seriously into the tight fitting lycra and could see in the mirrors that I
had a damp patch running all the way down my V shaped  back and down to my
oversized glutes.

I started with some crunches and then moved onto weighed squats. After a
few dozen of these I faltered and Chad told me to reset, this time I should
press back until I could feel his hand so he could really test my limits,
counting me down when thought I'd reached my breaking point. I thought this
was a bit unorthodox but he was the expert so I got on with it.

These squats were really killing me now as Chad forces me down lower and
deeper in Mt stance, arching my back and pushing out my big round muscled
ass cheeks until I felt his palm touch them each time.

I was beginning to think I might have to stop when he started counting down,


"That's it Justin 20,19... Keep it going... " Chad encouraged.

I got another kick of energy from nearing my goal. As the numbers reduced
towards 0, I suddenly broke out of my zone realising that Chad's palm,
which initially just patted my ass as I pressed down and back, seemed to be
starting to press more than pat, and as I arched my big glutes out again I
was sure - yes, he was definitely squeezing! I almost lost my rhythm
completely but the determination to see out the set kicked in.

I wondered suddenly, had Chad bought me the wrestling singlet because he
thought I'd be more comfortable in it? Or was it that he waited to see my
best assets encased in a skin-tight damp layer of fabric?

We'd reached 3 and I decided to test my theory, pretending to struggle more
than I really was, I pressed out my cheeks and arched my back as I
squatted, but this time I stayed down much longer, pretending to be
building my energy for the final push. Sure enough the hand squeezed again,
and this time when I didn't move immediately, I felt Chad's middle finger
slide down the sweaty crack where my glutes were pressed together.

Chad was being tempted by my ass too!

I embarrassing rushed the last two sets and collapsed in a heap on the mat.
Chad didn't even blink a pretty green eye he just carried on like nothing
had happened,

"Wow Justin that was really impressive! We've done that much quicker than I
thought and the times flown by hasn't it? We're doing okay for time so you
should let me stretch you off before we finish up, you don't want to be
feeling all tight for the next week now do you!"

I agreed I didn't and Chad instructed me to lie face down on the mat arms
by my side.
To my surprise my personal trainer sat on me, just at the base of my
buttocks.

My drenched boycunt itched like crazy now, it could feel there was a lean
and almost certain hung man stud pressing his body into my only a short
distance from my ass lips...

Chad instructed me to lift myself up by my chest alone and raise my arms in
the air, and he's use his weight to ground and support my stretch.
As I did so I felt him lean forward and position his hands on my pecs,
pulling me back and up to relieve the tension in my core. Just as I reached
maximum height that's when I felt Chad's boner grind along my ass crack.

It felt BIG and I couldn't prevent a sigh escaping, or resist clenching my
muscled ass cheeks together to pull it closer to me pussy, telling this
athletic God how much I wanted him to fill my teenage boycunt up with his
extraordinary mancock.

Just when I thought he was going to tear the fabric off my ass right then
and there on the gym mats he released his grip and allowed me to unstrain
my body.

Then just as quickly he commanded "Again" and I realised that whatever was
going on in his shorts, he was still genuinely trying to maintain command
of his body and be professional with me.

After all I knew Chad had a girlfriend, and besides that I was a client of
his, doing a favour to my Dad who he'd known for years. I wondered if that
would stop him doing to my ass what I knew his long phallus wanted him to
do? It did seem that there weren't many men straight or otherwise who could
resist my oversized teenage ass cheeks!

We repeated the movement four or five more times, and on the last one he
commanded "hold..." in the up position, and I couldn't resist not only
clenching his erect rod between my ass cheeks, but pulsing my clenches as
we held the position. I could hear Chad's breathing deepen and in the
moment I was sure he was using all his willpower to not grind deeper into
my cheeks fabric or no fabric.

Suddenly I feel a vibration and thought for a moment he had given in and
taken command of me.

Then I realised as he released my chest and lifted off my buttocks that it
was his phone ringing. Chad looked at the screen and immediately answered
the call.

After a minute or so of saying 'yes', 'of course' and other meaningless
things into the phone he returned to me, again adjusting his crotch through
his shorts and saying with a sweet voice,

"I'm so sorry Justin I'm going to have to run, there's some kind of
emergency at home my girlfriend needs me back there right away, I hate to
leave you like this (his eyes flickered down to my obvious hard crotch area
for a moment, damn jock didn't save me) but we're pretty much done save for
a few legs rolls."

He paused and smiled, I was about to say it was fine when he continued,

"It's annoying too because I had wanted to show you the saunas today as a
treat as your Dad tells me you haven't experienced the heat yet? I'm sorry
to let you down but you should still go explore on your own, I am really
sorry Justin you've been a great client one of my best first sessions ever!

And with that he was off, promising to call me to arrange our next session.

I finished up with legs rolls that id learnt how to do from my brother, and
when I got to my locker I discovered a text from my Dad saying he was
running late with work and wouldn't pick me up for another hour at least,
and promised to make it up to me when he did.

That made my sticky boypussy jump all by itself, I really hoped he meant by
filling me up with his Daddy meat again like he had on my first trip to the
gym!

Anyway, all this left me we time to kill so I wondered back to reception in
need of some supplies.

"Hey kiddo how was your first workout?" Zach asked with a kind voice.

"Yeah it was good but Chad had to rush off and I'm not getting picked up
for a while yet. I thought about hitting the spa, but I only brought a wipe
down towel as I was originally planning on showering at home?"

Zach laughed. "You don't need a big towel for our spa Justin, it's clothing
optional, no need to be shy!" he added with a twinkle.

"Oh yeah my Dad told me about the no clothing rule the first time he bought
me, I'd just be more comfortable the first time you know, we're not all
build as big and brave!"

"Nonsense kiddo, you've got exceptionally impressive assets!"

I blushed as Zach looked me up and down, his eyes for sure lingering on my
thighs and big muscle butt.

"But it you're no comfortable don't worry. Borrow my towel if you like, I
have some paperwork to take care of anyway, but Junior is just about
finished and I think he said he was planning to go take a good steam..."

He called Junior over from where he was doing some yoga like poses on the
cool down mats. Like me he was sweated up now, the balls of sweat covering
his smooth coffee skin soaking through his singlet which revealed his pert
nipples and hairless chest.

"I was just saying to weren't Justin here, you were planning on hitting the
spa now weren't you son!"

Junior replied that he sure was.

"Excellent well then it's Justin's first time so you can make sure he don't
get lost back there."

I grabbed the towel off Zach and thanked him, wondering if I caught Junior
wink at his Dad as I did so. Putting that aside we wandered back into the
changing rooms to strip off.

Junior seemed really nice, but I couldn't help but notice how taut his
physique was under his wife beater and shorts.

He talked about his girlfriend a fair bit, she was making them take it
slow, he was very forthcoming in telling how she'd blow him, but point
blank refused to let him pound her snatch until he put a ring on her finger.

As I slipped off my underpants I saw his eyes widen slightly I as I
wriggled out of the tight leg holes over my big thighs. He composed himself
quickly and said,

"You can borrow this towel if you prefer dude" said Junior handing me a
small hand towel sized cotton sheet.

"What, is this it?"

"Yeah man it's only meant to cover your waist, you don't want it covering
up your legs when you're trying to steam do you! Here, let me put it on for
you, perhaps if we bunch it at the back...."

Junior took the towel back off me, and threw his hands around my waist,
pulling the towel around covering my assets. At the back it was clear he
was struggling to tie it in.

"Damn dude, your bootie really is huge, I can barely get it to hold!"

Eventually he managed, it covered me pretty well at the sides and front,
but the back whilst tied around my slim waist was pornographically
stretched across my cheeks, leaving a large slither of my crack on show.

"That's pretty good man, you don't wana cover much more up anyway. And
don't worry we'll be sat down most of the time anyway !"

I noticed him adjusting his own towel now, at the front, it seemed fumbling
around with my big glutes had some kind of subconscious effect on my young
black stallion of a new friend. I wondered if what I'd heard about black
men having long hoses was true.

We walked down past the showers, the familiar smell I remembered from my
first time at the gym infecting me with its heat & energy.

Various huge buff guys passed us, most smiled friendly and looked me up and
down, whilst hi-fiving or fist bumping Junior who had obviously been a
member for a while.

I couldn't believe how many stacked men there were, or how little most of
them were wearing! Some of the biggest guys were just strutting around buff
naked, their big mantackles swinging in the air conditioned breeze. I
started to become giddy in the testosterone fuelled atmosphere.

As I strode forward, trying not to stare at all the man meat all around me
I felt myself switching into boy whore mode, and could feel the flaps of my
towel wafting obscenely as I walked deeper into the spa area.

I loved the idea of the big strapping men staring at my big cheeks and
wanting to push their huge hoses inside me.

All this time Junior kept leading me further and deeper into the spa, when
all I wanted to do was stop and sink to my knees in front of this every
heavily laden man junk that caught my eye. We were passing a pool with a
few guys working laps whilst others lazed around in chairs when finally he
stopped and looked around.

"So what do you think?" Junior asked almost rhetorically.
"Trust me everyone's real friendly, I think you're going to fit in Justin.
I've only been coming for a couple of years but it really is awesome, you
don't even find facilities for men to relax in like this at state level!"

He led me down passed a few more doors, some leading into saunas, massage
rooms and others too dark to tell where they lead. Junior stopped outside a
fairly dark, steamed up room.

"I think we'll start in here, it's usually pretty quiet so you can put your
feet up...have you ever hit a steam room before dude?"

"Err only a couple of times on holiday as a kid, I never used to like that
that much to be honest!"

"Don't worry I'll show you the ropes, you'll be fine!" Junior opened the
door and stepped inside as a huge cloud of steam enveloped his chiselled
black Adonis body. I quickly followed behind and allowed the door to swing
shut against my butt.

Junior took a seat in the middle of a long bench, his muscular legs
stretched out to each side in front of him, and I sat across from him on a
second apparently black granite bench, with perspiration quickly dripping
down both our full chests.

The heat and steam were intense. The room had a dark glow to it, and whilst
I could see Junior in front of me, the corners of the large dark room was
virtually black.

The steam was having other affects on me too, my boycunt, which had been
twitching uncontrollably during my gym session with Corey was now pulsing
rhythmically against the hot granite bench. I wished I was alone so I could
quell its demands with a finger or two or three of my own thrusting into
them.

Junior was talking about his girlfriend again, and I guess subconsciously
his hand returned to his groin thinking about her. As he talked about how
she teased him he would give it a small squeeze through the towel, but from
where I was sitting I could see the head of the long dark snake poking out
of gap between his legs, coiling over his plump dark teenage nut sack.

I assumed he hadn't realised how poorly his towel was covering him, or that
maybe he thought I wouldn't be able to see it in the steamy darkness.

He clearly liked talking about girls, I nodded I agreement in the dark as
he discussed out loud his personal preferences for a 'bitch' as he called
them. Firm large tits, small waist, pale skin, soft lips,

"And I admit to being quite an ass guy too, I love pounding a girl from
behind, dogging her like she's my real bitch. Not many girls have let me do
that, but this one time with a girl I took out for a drive in my Chevy
loved it proper, couldn't get enough of my dick I'm telling you!"

Juniors towel was still tied at the waste, but his gap at the front was
wider now, and as he recounted his tales of past victory could see the
snake fill out and start to rise up.

He was really starting to get excited, and I realised I was going to have
to calm the situation somehow.
My boycunt however had other ideas and was twitching and crying out for
mancock, and I realised that if I wasn't careful I was going to make a fool
of myself in front of the hot son of one of the management, and then maybe
I wouldn't be able to come back!

Not to mention that black men were notorious for having huge cocks, and if
he did get tempted to have his way with me, would it hurt?

Junior broke my thought process,

"Shit all this talk of bitches and ass is getting me worked up, gona need a
cold shower soon! Damn its hot in here. Would you turn over that timer
Just? I like to know how long I've been hitting this heat."

He added, "I shoulda done it when we walked in, maybe we should count down
another five then check outta here, before I find myself busting a nut
right here!"

I was glad that the dimness of the room prevented Junior from seeing I was
hadn't taken my eyes off his one eyed monster since he'd first grabbed it
through the towel. It was now rising unaided through the gap in the front
of his towel, a big chocolate fudge stick of perhaps 8 1/2 fat inches. My
mouth was watering at the sight.

I realised he had been asking me a question and struggled to get back to
reality.

"Err err oh yeah the timer...Yeah sure, oh right it's up there."

The dial was to my right above my head a little too high to reach seated so
I stood up and stretched to flick it over. Suddenly I felt my towel give a
little pop and the back fasten which Junior had struggled to secure
suddenly gave way, and before I could grab it I lost my balance and lurched
out to grip the top of the hard, hot benches for support.

My towel had completely fallen away and my big white cheeks presented
themselves at eye level, no more than three feet away from Juniors lips.

"Fuck Justin, what kinda an ass have you got going on here!"

I realised I was now stood butt naked in front of Junior, bent slightly
over gripping the bench with my muscular cheeks jutting out, sweaty and
dripping with the heat. I was all but waving it in front of him. I quickly
made to move and grab my towel.

"No no, stay there a second. That is some view." Junior's deep voice echoed
around the room. It sounded deeper, quieter than before.

"Those white cheeks are huge, like some big ass girl who wears one of those
stupid belts for a skirt..."

I looked over my shoulder and saw Junior leaning forward with a hand
squeezing his still fattening junk which he was now vaguely attempting to
conceal, the long snake of black jock meat was now sliding down one leg,
partly obscured by the small towel. I felt my boycunt twitch with
anticipation, and instinctively arched my back, splaying my glutes outwards
presenting their full hugeness to this horny buff straight man.

"You like showing off those big cheeks don't you baby." Junior growled. He
had noticed my instinct for presenting to him.

His voice had changed completely now, he was almost hissing his words out
through the darkness his voice had got so deep.

 .......

Sorry to leave it there, but I promise there is a more steamy session in
the pipeline J I've had a lot of requests for a return to the gym and for
some Chad action so I hope that satisfies!

All feedback welcome to maybranch@gmail.com.