Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2006 13:35:14 -0600
From: marathon brad <marathonbrad@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Triathlete's Troubles Chapter 3

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Prelude
I briefly introduced to everyone a bit about my college life and the success
I had with the sport of wrestling in the prelude of chapter 2.  However, my
success really began with a wonderful high school wrestling career which
allowed me to be recruited by many college coaches.  Growing up in a college
town I just always thought I would have the chance to wrestle on the team
that existed a few blocks east of my home.  However, my troubles would have
it that the university team was loaded with talent and skill at the lower
weight classes, not leaving me much hope of either having a chance to
wrestle on varsity by my sophomore year or even making the team at all.
Thus, I knew I had to look elsewhere to attend college and join a wrestling
squad.

College coaches are usually former successful wrestling studs themselves.
All of them are built with muscles and appear to be well-toned underneath
their clothing.  With me being a state champion my junior and senior years
in high school, many of these handsome coaching jocks traveled to watch my
matches or visit with me in my home.  Being a bit naïve and humble, I just
assumed all high school wrestlers that had a bit of success on the mat had
the same recruiting experiences that I was having during my senior year.
However, college wrestlers that I would meet would tell me that I was
drawing a lot of attention from their respective coaches.  To top this, I
was consistently told by their coaches that I was special with the talent
and charisma I appeared to have on the mat.

Since I did not want to ever face the wrestlers from the local college team
due to my pride and disappointment of not being heavily recruited by them, I
chose a college on the East Coast.  My future college coach was always a
gentleman when either meeting with me or speaking with me on the phone.  He
would make it a sincere point to ask how my family and friends were always
doing.  He told my parents that he would take great care of me and treat me
real special as if I was his own son.  Coach Franco even joked with me and
told me that I would not look good in cardinal and white, the colors of the
college team in town.

My first visit to Philadelphia was intimating as I did not know what to
expect and did not know anyone but the college coach.  When a high school
recruit visits a college it is sometimes called an official visit as the
potential team mate explores his opportunity and what college life would be
like if he would attend the school.  Two upperclassman wrestling hunks met
me at the airport and drove me to campus.  They shared with me that the
entire team was excited that I had made the trip and that they had the
responsibility to convince me to take their school's scholarship offer as I
would be staying with them for the weekend.  The team had a meet against
another state rival during the weekend and was hoping to improve on their
national rankings.  Overall, the squad did a super job hosting me and making
me feel welcome in and out of the locker room all weekend.

When I left on my plane to travel back to the Midwest on Sunday evening, I
knew that this official trip would probably me my last one to a college.  I
had already done five campus visits to schools throughout the East and West
Coasts but the trip to the Philadelphia area made me feel very special as I
just felt like I could connect with Coach Franco and his team.  I remember
sleeping well that Sunday evening and realizing I was going to enjoy wearing
navy on my college wrestling singlet during my career with Coach.


As you might remember, chapter 2 finished like this...

...It was not long before I let it go and shot another large load.  The
climax seemed to last forever.  I could not believe what was happening to me
on this day.  It was at this time that I looked toward the window to see
several men, including Scott and Trey, watching the action that was taking
place in the massage room.  All the men had nice sweet smiles on their faces
and Scott nodded his head as if he was approving me for my embarrassing
behavior.  The youthful stud Trey had a smile that just shined in the
lights.

John collected some of the globs of cum that had landed on my abs, upper
chest and neck area and asked me if I wanted to taste my cum?

I slowly nodded my head.

As I licked his fingers cleaned, Rico just gave me a smile that helped melt
my heart.  He then spent the next several seconds winking at me as he knew
that I was tricked into another sexual encounter.

John tapped my chest and thanked me for being a good sport.  He reminded me
to not worry about paying for the massage as it was on him.

He then asked if he did a nice job with the massage.

Not feeling in the mood to provide anyone with eye contact, I lowered my
head, giggled rather foolishly, and said that I don't know how the massage
could have been even better.

"Excellent," John said. "I would be happy to provide you with another
massage before you leave your hotel."

I embarrassingly replied that I would be more than happy to receive another
massage but hoped that the window would be cleaned by then.

The guys laughed and reassured me that they would try to make sure that the
window was cleaned yet this afternoon.

I then reminded Rico, during this uncomfortable moment, that what I wanted
at this time was an opportunity to cool down in the pool.

Oh yes, a visit to the pool and the wet area, I thought.  Wasn't that the
reason I came into the gym in the first place?


A Triathlete's Troubles
Chapter 3

As I gain strength to stand on my feet again, Rico and Jose assisted me
until I was sure enough of walking on my own.  I left the small massage room
with only the small key to my locker.  After I opened my lock, I dug through
my gym bag and found the small white thong that I promised myself I would
wear in the pool area.

I now noticed that more men appeared to be hanging out in the locker room.
I imagined the stories that were flying around in the club stating that
there was a "new kid in town" and that he was having trouble as everyone was
seeing him in different naked, erotic situations during his visit.

I continued to remain foolishly horny from the recent massage show that I
was a part of with some of the club's handsome employers.  Because of this,
my head remained in a fog and I somehow wasn't able to slip on my thong.
Thus, I needed to strut around the locker room naked for a bit longer than I
had hoped at this time.  I went near the sink area to wash my hands and
face.  While standing in the wash area, I noticed in the sink's mirror how
my cock and chest were again on display for more gym users.  Two studs came
and stood at the two sinks on each side of me to wash their own hands and
faces.  I was the only one nude among the group.  I tried to think of
something relaxing so that my hard, shiny erection would go down just a bit.
  However, from one of the guys I got a beautiful smile and the other
muscular guy took a step back to look at my ass.  He then softly whistle
toward me and took it on his own to caress a muscular globe of mine.  I
placed my hands on the sink basin for support and allowed for a few more
moments of pleasure before the two men left the area.

Shortly later I returned to my locker and finally was able to pull the thong
up over my legs.  I looked in a nearby floor-to-ceiling mirror and saw that
the dimples on the side of my ass cheeks combined nicely with my gorgeous
globes.  I wondered if in this state of dress, allowing my body assets to be
nicely on display, would give Rico some excitement to think about while we
were in the whirlpool.

Just then Scott reappeared from somewhere and asked how I was doing?  He
also gave me a little whistle when he saw what I was going to be wearing in
the pool area.

"Brad, I am impressed with the way you take care of your body," said Scott.
"You sure have sweat features for others to be jealous about as one can tell
by your near naked body that you train very hard."

I kindly told Scott "thank you" and closed my locker.

After I started walking toward the tile floor entrance into the pool area I
noticed that Trey was mopping the tile floor surface.  He had placed a
"Beware of the Wet Floor" yellow tented sign at the edge of the wet tile.

When Scott saw the situation he suggested that I walk through the workout
area to enter the pool.  This was not what I wanted to do in the state of
dress that I was in for Rico.  In fact, things were changing so quickly I
did not know how to respond to Scott's thoughts and began to follow his lead
as he escorted me into the gym.  Scott placed one of his strong arms around
my lower back and guided me through the locker room's door and into a
well-lighted lobby.  In the lobby Mark still was covering the front desk yet
from this morning.

Mark, a young, good-looking Italian, was a "dropped dead sexy" looking man.
He was speaking with another handsome customer when we entered the room.
Noticing our arrival they both stopped talking and looked toward Scott and
me.  I saw that each of their eyes surveyed my entire body and focused on my
front basket.  Scott also saw the two and the areas of my jock boy's body
that they were suddenly focusing on. It was then at this moment he held me
still to ask Mark a series of questions.  The questions were small talk that
forced me to stand still in Scott's soft grasp.  One question pertains to
information that was on the wall behind us.  In order to see the information
Scott needed to turn us around which then allowed Mark and the customer to
see my muscular backside.  While standing in this position, I would feel a
whoosh of warm air come into the lobby from the outside as the front doors
was opened for a moment.  My thoughts now pertain to the idea that others
were now filing into the lobby to use the gym.

As customers came into the lobby, they checked in with Mark by providing him
with their ID cards.  I could see in the trophy case window's reflection how
the men would stop at the desk and stare at my ass.  One customer even let
out a small whisper stating that he would love to have a piece of me.

After a few more minutes, Scott led me into the gym.  Once we entered the
gym, we ran into Rico who was assisting another client as he finished up his
workout.  Rico gave me a smile and greeted me again.

"Brad, I continue to be impressed with the marvels of your body and your
athletic charisma that you seem to possess wherever and whenever I see you,"
Rico said.

I knew I was not going to be moving from this spot for a bit as I felt that
Scott was not going to release his grip of my waist area that he was holding
firmly onto.

Scott and Rico took a few minutes to discuss how surprisingly busy the gym
was this afternoon.  They shared with each other how some of the customers
were doing with their workouts.

I asked Scott why there were not any females using the gym this afternoon.
He explained to me that this was a male only health club.

My mind began to put some explanations together with why so many men had no
problem viewing my body while it has been on display in so many different
states today.

I then asked Rico if he would be able to visit with me in the whirlpool
liked he had promised me on Friday evening.

Scott quickly said that it should not be a problem with Rico visiting with
me.  He then asked if I minded if he could also join us in the pool area.
Scott said he had a few extra soda drinks in his office that he could offer
us, as well.

I thought Scott's invitation to join us was better than nice.  Wow, to have
two hunks with me in the whirlpool would be an awesome way to finish out my
afternoon at the club.

However, being thirsty at the moment, I asked if the pool area had a
drinking fountain.  (I did not want to tell the two that the reason my mouth
was so dry was that I was nervous standing in front of these other muscular
male gym users.)

Scott said that the pool area did not have a drinking fountain and pointed
to one that was about ten feet away here in the gym.

As I bent over to use the fountain, I realized that my ass was now in sight
for others to see again.  Scott had followed me to the area and offered to
hold the button down so I could receive the water.  While assisting, I felt
Scott's other hand softly touch my back.  I was enjoying the touch and new
found interest of somehow being an exhibitionist in the club.  Scott
appeared to also notice my desire of his soft touch and released the button
that was allowing me to receive the water.  All I wanted to think about at
this moment was the way Scott was caressing of my body.

I braced myself with my elbows on the fountain and indirectly gave Scott
permission to continue and explore my lower back.  After a few moments,
Scott moved his fingers to brush the muscular globes of my ass.  I heard him
whisper that I was a beautiful boy with so much to offer for others to see.

As he fingers lightly danced over by body, I felt them enter my crack and
manipulate the piece of my thong that was lying between the checks.  The
warmth of Scott's hands felt so good on my air conditioned body.  His
concerned for my body's beauty was appreciated and began to arouse my cock
again.

I felt Scott move the fabric aside and allow one of his fingers to brush my
hole.  I began to moan pleasure sounds hinting that I desired this
attention.

"Yes, I will need to join you in the whirlpool and see if we can continue
this exploration," Scott softly said to me. "I think I also may need to
somehow have a piece of your ass while you are in town."

As I turned around to walk toward the pool area, several men were now
standing nearby the fountain.  In the mirrors I also noticed Scott smiling
at the men who must have been enjoying the show.  My erection was growing
for a new audience to view, pushing the already short thong's front fabric
well below my pubic hair line.

Once again, Scott thought I needed an escort to the pool area and held me in
front of him as we walked across the gym. He asked me how I was doing.

I told him that I was getting goose bumps due to the air conditioning.

He pulled me back toward him and wrapped both of his arms around me and said
he would have no problem keeping me warm.  The hair on his arms came across
my body's shaved chest and indeed brought warmth to me.  I did not care that
others were watching us as I laid my head back onto Scott's shoulders.

My ass felt the stirring of Scott's cock and my own jock cock grew to a full
erection.  My thick cock's head had no problem climbing out of my thong as
the pair was very small.

Scott whispered to me that having my cock's wet head on display for others
was hot for him to see in the mirror ahead of us.  He then added that I was
one of the sexiest hot jocks to ever work out at his gym.

Scott also moaned, "Your muscles are so beautifully formed and so wonderful
for all of us to admire."

I felt like a whore in a jock, hunk body, trying to feel as much of the stud
that I just met.  When I looked forward to view us in the mirror I not only
noticed our embraced, but Rico watching the scene from inside the lobby's
doorway.  His smile was so beautiful. Rico also nodded his head for approval
for not only Scott to see, but for me as well.  I knew that I loved being
this new exhibitionist.

Just then Trey snuck up and surprised us only to let Scott know that he had
a phone call from his friend, Michael. While standing near by, Trey allowed
his eyes to also look over the scene that I was involved with Scott at the
moment. As if he was told to do so, Scott continually held me still while my
cock was on display for Trey to observe.

After what seem like eternally, Scott asked Trey if he could let Mark know
that he would take the call in his office.

"Handsome, would you mind if we took another detour for me to take the
call?" whispered Scott into my ear.

Realizing that I probably had no choice in the matter, I softly turned my
head back and forth to indicate that it would be no problem.

"Mmmmm, good," said Scott, as he once again moved me by just enough force
toward a door that was behind the front desk area.

When Scott had me open the door that was marked with a sign that read CEO on
it, I noticed a short hallway that had some steps at the end of it that
appeared to lead up to a second story.  I found at the top of the steps a
very large single room that had office décor involving a lot of oak wood. I
was very impressed to say the least.

I was led to the far side of a grand desk that had a view that overlooked
the entire gym below.  There were floor to ceiling windows that lined one
wall which allowed one from not missing any of the action from this view
high up above.  While Scott pressed the phone speaker button to hear the
caller, he held my body so the front of me was in sight for all to see from
the weight lifting area.

"Scott, buddy," said Michael.  "How is it going?"

"At the moment, very nicely; yes, I am in a good spot," Scott replied with a
sexy purr in his voice.

Scott used one hand to rub my smooth chest, moving the hand from just below
the neck line down to my wet, dripping cock head.

I was in love with this man, his touch and his aurora of masculine smell.

The phone conversation continued between Scott and Michael.  However, Scott
did not miss a beat with either his caller or me.  He had me so hot for any
type of sex.

As he continued to caress my front, he found it comfortable to lower my
white thong swimming suit in the front and tuck it behind my hanging balls.
Just as earlier in the afternoon in the locker room, Scott's strong hands
had me full of lust for him again.

Scott appeared to be speaking to Michael about a party that was to be held
on Monday evening.  I also noticed that frequently Rico's name was spoken
during the call and was soon to find out that Michael and Rico must live
together in a house outside of town.

After about four minutes of this foreplay involving the fondling of my chest
and sometimes the rubbing of my slippery cock head, Scott took my own hand
and located it on my horny stiff muscle.  He then took the lead of
encouraging me to jack my cock on my own.  Like a teenager speaking with a
coach, I followed along with the suggestion and began to stroke my meat.

I then heard a soft giggle and Scott mentioning to Michael that he would not
believe what was taking place in his office in front of the windows for the
entire gym to see?

I heard Michael say "What?"

"I am holding up from the back a cute, hot jock who is wearing a tiny, white
thong, said Scott.  The stud is so horny that he is now jacking himself off
for everyone to watch."

Michael shouted to Scott, "Get out of here!"

"No buddy, you have to believe me," expressed excitedly Scott.  "Let me see
if I can get this guy to also help me out."

I then heard a zipper sound and was motioned to turn around to face Scott
for the first time in almost 30 minutes.  The beautiful man had a large
smile on his face.  I watched as his lips were so attractive to while he
spoke toward the phone receiver.  Scott proceeded to kiss me on the
forehead.  I continued to stroke my cock and gather up a rhythm with the
precum that had dripped all over me.  I then noticed that Scott had his own
cock sticking out of his pants.

Even though I had just met Scott a few hours earlier, from looking into his
eyes, I knew what he wanted from me.  He slightly pushed my shoulders down
toward the floor to bring me within view of his stunning erection.  I
brought my lips to Scott's cock and engulfed the head.  I was oblivious to
my surroundings.  The next thing I heard was Scott tell Michael that he
wasn't able to concentrate on their conversation and needed to hang up the
phone.

I wasted no time in sucking on the cock in front of me and providing Scott
with the best blow job I had ever given anyone.

"This is so incredible having you on your knees, stroking your own cock, and
giving me head for all those muscular boys to see down below," whispered
Scott.

Once again, this triathlete was in a situation that I do not know how I got
into.  However, I was enjoying being on display and the jock slut that I
sometimes like to imagine that I can be for other beautiful jocks.

"Yeah, take that cock of mine as I am about ready to explode into your
mouth," said Scott.

Scott wasted no time bringing himself to shoot his load.  Just before he was
to cum, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and aimed the erection at my
face.  The strings of cum shot out of Scott's cock and hit my face, hair and
chest.  I had the sticky stuff oozing all over me and loving the warm liquid
feel it had on my body.

When Scott came down from his climax and erotic excitement, he told me to
stop playing with myself.  Reluctantly, I obeyed my new idol and sat back on
the heals of my feet.  I was a mess and did not mind it one bit.

Scott asked me to stand up and he tried to cover my erection the best that
he could with my thong's fabric.  He then told me that we should try to get
me into the pool area to get clean up as Rico was expecting us.  Sadly, I
compromised and said that would be fine.

Another parade took place through the weightlifting area where guys' stares
became glued to my body.  Two young guys even smirked at me for having cum
drip from my hair and face.

Scott and I finally made it to the pool area.  Like a gentleman, he helped
me step into the whirl pool and chatted with me for several more minutes as
he sat on a chair looking down at my body. Sometimes I knew he was giggling
at me for the scene I took part in up in his office.

Shortly later, Rico came into the wet area wearing a red bikini suit that
was also very small like mine.  He approached us and informed Scott that he
should get dressed for the whirlpool, as well.  I could not believe my
fantasy that I developed on Friday evening was finally coming to life on
this crazy day.  I had role played this soon to be hot scene over and over
in my mind prior to coming to the health club this morning.

After entering the whirlpool, Rico moved in close to me on the bench.  His
hands wasted no time with exploring my body under the warm bubbling water.
I closed my eyes and leaned back while raising my legs and feet up to the
opposite side of the whirlpool.  I was in heaven having another stud take
care of me.

"Wow, Brad, you will need to be with us a lot while you are in town," Rico
whispered to me.

I nodded my head and gave him a smile as I left my eyes closed.

"We could have some wonderful time together if you would allow us to create
some hot plans for you."

"Mmmm," I thought.

"Your body is so soft and your tan really is golden among the white
bubbles," said Rico.

I was really flattered with all of this talk.  Rico used his Latino touch to
the max with me.  I felt lucky as Rico was just as beautiful and athletic as
anyone I have ever been with in my adult life.  I thought I was the lucky
one.

I then heard Scott splash the water as he entered the whirlpool.  He had
kicked a few splashes at Rico as I opened my eyes.  I then noticed another
wink being sent across the whirlpool by Rico to Scott.

Scott sat down on my left and reached around the back of my neck to allow me
to have some padding for my head.  His other hands resume his light
feathered touch that I had grown to enjoy from him.

"How large is your cock going to grow this time," asked Scott?

I giggled back.

Rico whispered to me to allow myself to just relax again and let them take
care of me.  He also then encouraged me with his hands to lift my ass off
the bench so the two guys could take off my thong.

Scott slowly took my thong down my legs and released it from my body.  My
fantasy was still alive as my hopes and desires had the thong now floating
on top of the warm whirlpool's bubbling water.

With Rico holding my body a float, it was now Scott's turn to use his wet
mouth on my hard jock erection.

Oh, this felt so good having two beautiful men taking care of my body and
its needs many miles from home. I also then noticed that the hot employee,
Trey, was watching this action at the doorway of the wet area.  He was
trying to look busy picking up some towels.  He also appeared to be nodding
his head for approval as his eyes connected with mine.

Rico inserted one of his fingers into my ass hole and worked to find my
prostate.  He then leaned forward and began to kiss me.  His bubble gum
tongue danced with my tongue deep inside of my mouth.  The kiss seemed to go
on and on for the both of us.

When Scott came off of my cock Rico moved on down to the cock and engulfed
my pole.  His velvet mouth felt so warm on my cock.

"Whew.  Rico, show this hot jock boy how much we appreciate him coming into
our health club," said Scott. "You are so darn sexy, Brad."

Scott's words and Rico's mouth quickly moved me to climax and release my
cum. It did not take long as I still was so horny from the events that took
place a few minutes earlier in Scott's office. This was indeed a beautiful
day for me.  I was beginning to believe that the club's employees felt the
same way about me.  I also think many of the muscular men working out in the
health club enjoyed my exhibitionism troubles that appear to blossom in more
ways than I expected that they would ever blossom. I know Trey enjoyed my
exhibition as he watched my latest shooting of my large wad that landed on
my chest and face. Oh my.

Once we arrived back into the locker room Rico invited me to a summer house
party he was having tomorrow evening.  He shared that party goers would only
be allowed to wear a jock.  He also added that most of the action would take
place in his attic.  His roommate, Michael, would also help with hosting the
party.  I acted surprised about the details of the party as I had heard
Scott and Michael speak about the gathering while in Scott's care in his
office.

Not to miss out on his own opportunity, Scott then asked me how I would feel
about having my picture taken.  He explained that he has always wanted to
create an erotic website of scenes from his health club.  Scott added that
he thought it would be neat to have pictures that contained athletes working
out in different states of dress and that I could be the first one to appear
on the site.

Wow, I thought, my spare time on this business trip was quickly filling up
with ideas from my newly found friends.

Mmmmm.