Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2011 23:00:31 +0000
From: C. S.
Subject: Cruising at the gym - Chapter 2

CRUISING AT THE GYM - CHAPTER 2

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Author: Stan

This story contains situations and scenes of graphic sex between consenting

adult males. All legal disclaimers apply.

            Although it is based on a true story, this story is fiction,
and names and details have been changed.

            If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young
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is not legal to read such material then please don't.

Although the characters in this story don't, please always wear a condom
during an encounter with someone you don't know well.

            Please let me know what you think. I value your thoughts and
opinion. I would also like to hear from you personally. Personal stories
and accounts of your own similar experiences are always welcome.

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Thanks to all the readers who dropped me a few lines after chapter 1!

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KENNETH

He followed me to the gang shower, holding his towel at crotch level, while
I put mine around my neck. I could see from the corner of me eye he was
checking my ass while we walked. I flexed my glutes a bit for his pleasure
and to show off – I had a nice ass, and he seemed to enjoy looking at
it, so why deprive everyone of some fun?

We reached the showers and they were, as I expected, empty. I saw him look
around with a bit of curiosity.


"You've never taken a shower here?" I asked.

"No. For obvious reasons, I'm more comfortable taking showers at home." He
answered, shrugging. He said it in a casual way, but I could see him eyeing
me from under his eyebrows – he wasn't completely sure I wasn't going to
be a dick about it all. I guessed he'd had his share of bastards. I have
this friend who's black, who lives on the next block. Or, rather, since
I've moved now, lives across town, but who lived right on the next block
for many years. Very nice guy, huge cock, great lay... Well he's told me
some incredible stories of guys being right down nasty and quite openly
racist. So he was always a bit wary when he hooked up with a white guy. I
guess that's the same for Jimmy boy here, probably even more so. But I
reminded myself of Lon, telling me that the second worst thing after a
racist is someone who goes on and on and on about how not racist he is, so
I kept my mouth shut. I thought he'd see I was a decent guy, I didn't need
to tell him myself.

"I haven't brought any soap with me..." He said softly, obviously still
wondering if that was such a good idea. I took the towel away from him to
put it on the racks, and showed him the bottle of soap/shampoo I had with
me.

"No problem, we can share mine." I winked at him and he smiled back. He was
back to me, trying to figure out how the shower worked (they were a bit
tricky – I was lucky some daddy type was there the first night I'd come
and had showed me. I'd sucked his cock afterward. I mean, information has a
price, right? Not that it felt like such a sacrifice, he was butch and good
looking for his age, even though I'm generally not that into anyone over
30). I enjoyed the view for a few seconds – from the back, you'd never
guess... He had nicely shaped shoulders, a reasonably muscular back and two
tight buns for an ass... An ass I'd gotten to know quite well not that long
before. At that, my cock gave a little lurch, and I felt myself starting to
get hard again. I hadn't had proper sex in three weeks, and however nice
that little buggering in the locker room had felt, it was far from being
enough for me. I hope it would be the same for him. I quickly showed him
how to work the shower, and we stepped back quickly waiting for the water
to heat up.

As we stood in front of the shower, I started to paw his ass again. He
moaned and pushed back against my hand. I smiled and hugged him from
behind, pressing my half-hard cock against his tight ass. I kissed his neck
and he moaned again. There wasn't much he could do to me in his position,
so he just fell back and enjoyed the sensation.  I stroked his pecs with my
hands (he had quite nice pecs) then went lower and noticed for the first
time a little furry happy trail that started at mid abdomen, went past his
navel and finished in a thin (obviously trimmed with care) trail right down
to his sex. As I was about to reach that stage, he turned around and kissed
me. I kissed him too, and could feel my cock press against him again. It
was very weird to be kissing a guy passionately and not feel a hard cock
pressing against my stomach or my own hard cock, but I didn't mind as much
as I would have thought.

I felt him pull me toward him at the same time as he backed away, bringing
us under the shower, which was finally nice and steaming hot. I broke the
kiss and looked around for the soap.  I started soaping him up, taking good
care of his shoulders and pecs (that's what I'd seen him working on, so I
thought a good massage would be welcome), and he groaned deeply. Taking a
good look, he had a small soul patch in the middle of his chest. It was
very dark now because of the water, but I guessed it must have been some
shade of dark blond when dry, since he himself was a nice golden
blond. He'd taken soap in his own hands, and was massaging my own chest at
the same time, staring at me with the intensity and look that I know to be
associated with horned up guys. I guess I must have looked the same way.

I bent over and kissed him, putting my tongue into his ear, and I heard him
groan. I knew I loved that being done to me, so I wasn't surprised he loved
it too. I could feel his breath on my collarbone, even under the water and
it was surprisingly arousing.  Everything seemed to go well, until he
almost jumped. I stopped everything, thinking I'd done something to annoy
him, though I couldn't see what. In the space of one second, he'd jumped
back and forth again, sticking as closely he could against me, and looked
to the side, all tensed up. I finally understood something was wrong, and
turned my head to see a tall red head five feet away jacking his cock and
looking at us with a small smile. I could feel Jim's body all tensed up and
I understood at once his problem: He had no desire that some random guy see
him naked. I pressed him against me, then turned him around so he had his
back to the red head and I was facing him. Right on cue, the shower
stopped, and all fell silent and cold.

The red head had stopped jerking, and smiling as well. He obviously was
torn apart between the desire to stay and watch the hot show, and the
realization that for some reason his presence was a problem. I saw him
fluster and he babbled. I was about to tell him to get the fuck out of
here, then remembered that we were in a public shower, and fucked in it at
our own damn risk.

"Hey man. We weren't expecting an audience... Could you wait outside for a
few seconds?" I said, trying not to breathe too hard.

"Y-y-yeah. Sure. I'm - I'm really sorry...I'll wait outside..." He babbled
a bit again and I had not idea was he was trying to say, then he rushed out
of the showers.

As soon as he'd left I felt Jim relax. I stepped back.

"Are you ok man?"

"Yeah. Close call though."

"Yeah, sorry, we should have waited to be in the sauna or something... But
I really wanted to bone you again."

"Yeah. Me too. That's what happens when you think with your dick. I
mean. You know." He smiled awkwardly.

"Yeah I know exactly.  So what happens? Do we stop? I mean, not to pressure
you or anything, but he *was* very hot. I mean, you know... I could do with
a threesome..." I said tentatively. I'd never had a threesome, but with
those two guys, I could feel my blood racing.

"I don't know..."  He hesitated; he was obviously tempted. "Not everyone
reacts as well as you did, you know?"

"Well if he says no, his own damn loss, and we'll still have each other,
which is more than enough.  And if he says yes, well... As I see it, it's a
win-win situation."

Just as he was about to argue, I heard a voice calling from outside the
room.

"So? Are you quite decent yet? I mean, can I come in there?" It was the red
head. The poor guy just wanted to shower and get home. I stole a quick peak
at Jim who shrugged noncommittally.

"Yeah. Come!" I shouted back, grinning at my 4th grade double-entendre. A
quick look at Jim told me he enjoyed it too. And indeed I felt like two
naughty schoolboys about to make some practical joke on someone. Except we
weren't – we were going to give him the orgasm of his life.

He came in looking at the floor, decidedly not at us, and rushed straight
ahead to one of the showers on the other side on the room. I could finally
get a good look at him – He was tall and lean, finely muscled and had a
good head of fiery hair on him. He struggled a bit with the shower
(honestly, what was the deal with those anyway?) then quickly stepped
back. As he did I leaped forward and caught him in my arms. He about lost
his shit, gasping and half-turning around in my arms.  I laughed
whole-heartedly, and turned him around to kiss him, before he could
react. Once he'd understood the situation, he kissed me back, and I could
feel his tongue battling against me more and more fiercely. Then he stopped
and pulled back.

"What made you change your mind?"

"Nothing, we were just a bit surprised and wanted to check with each other
before we said OK..."  I shrugged.

"Oh, ok... Sorry, I didn't want to creep on you like that, it was just so
hot." At that, he seemed to suddenly remember that there was a second guy
in there, and looked over my shoulder. I turned around and saw Jim, his
hands clutched in front of his crotch, right where I'd left him. I could
feel he still wasn't very sure about this, and the way his eyes alternated
between us and the door left no doubt that he was thinking about beating
it. I said out loud

"I'm Kenneth. This is Jim. We've just met today, and just fucked. He's got
the best ass." I said, nodding at Jim, while pulling the red head toward
the boy. "What's your name?"

"I'm Donald."  Then he blushed. Oh God, two blushing flowers in one room,
my task wasn't going to be easy. I pulled him to Jim, and reached out
behind both of their heads to intimate them to kiss. They did. At first a
bit hesitantly, then with more and more passion. I stepped back, enjoying
the show. Jim was still clutching his crotch, but moving his hands subtly
as well, so I guess it wasn't just for protection he was touching himself
now. As for Donald, he was holding his half-hard cock by the head between
his thumb and index, moving it around absent-mindedly. It seemed to be
quite thin but long – just like him. Then he pulled back and said to
Jim, in a stage whisper

"I saw you working out yesterday, you're the handsomest guy I've ever
seen..." Then he blushed furiously. Then jumped and looked at me, quickly
adding "I mean, you too!  You're really handsome too! I didn't mean
that..." and again he started babbling a bit. I laughed, stepped up and put
my hand on his mouth to stop him.


Once he was silent, the ridicule of the situation annoyed me. I grasped
Jim's hand and pulled it out of his crotch. Donald instinctively looked
down (who wouldn't?) and if he was shocked he didn't let on one bit, for
which I was immensely grateful. He took Jim's hand and put it on his cock,
making him jerk him off a bit, then once Jim had gotten the rhythm, reached
his hand out to reciprocate the gesture. Well, not the gesture literally,
but the sentiment was there.

At that I decided I'd had enough being the spectator, and remembered I
wanted to do something when I'd ventured into these showers: hump Jim's ass
again. I'm kind of a hump-freak, and since he didn't seem to mind, even
seemed to like it, I saw no harm in indulging my kink. I hugged him from
behind, putting one hand one his torso and one hand one Donald's head (they
were still kissing) and proceeded to rub my cock against Jim' ass. I was a
bit taller than him so I had to bend my knees a little, but in a few
minutes my cock was as hard as it gets, starting to leak out. I rubbed it
around in his crack, on the globes of his nice tight ass, then did what I
call the "swipe motion" (don't worry, I only call it that in my head –
I've never said "I'm gonna swipe the hell outta your butt" with a sexy
grin): I took my cock in my hand, and swiped it from the lowest point of
his ass crack (I think I was even touching his pussy – he moaned so I
rubbed around a bit more) and then brought it up following his ass crack,
rubbing with delight against his puckered hole that I could imagine
twitching with desire at my hard spike.

All of this was starting to make me really hot, and I started to need
release. But I knew this wasn't going to be practical – what if someone
came in the showers again?

"Guys. I've got to get the lube, and I don't think we should stay here
anyway. Why don't you go to the steam room, I'll join you in a minute?"

They both nodded, and Jim kissed me quickly on my chest while grasping my
cock and squeezing tight for a second, then pulled away with Donald. I
hoped Donald knew where the steam room was, since I guessed Jim had never
been in it.



JIM

It was hot in the steam room, and I guess my temperature was only
aggravated by what Donald was doing to me. A tongue down my throat, one
hand on my shoulder, absent-mindedly massaging it, and one hand on my ass,
bringing me closer to him were enough to make me burn with desire. I could
feel his hot hard cock pulsating between my legs, touching my own pulsing
dick. Yeah, I call it a dick, even though it's not really - I mean, it's
not exactly a "clit" anymore either, after all. Also, I only get fucked in
the ass, but I love oral, and "suck my dick" sounds hotter than "gently
graze around my genitalia, will you?".

Anyway, I could feel his dick go between my legs (I guess he was bending
his knees a bit, because he was really tall). I close my legs together,
imprisoning his pulsating wood between them and he grown and gave some hip
thrusting. It turned my on even more, plus it felt really good to feel him
there. But I wanted him to touch my ass. I took his hand and directed it
toward my hole, he obliged eagerly, still kissing me. We were both grunting
in each other's mouths.

I fleetingly wondered where was Kenneth. Had he left? Had he had enough? It
seemed unlikely. Maybe he'd gone to take a piss or something. I hoped he'd
be back soon - I'd always wanted to have a threesome, and couldn't imagine
a better setting or better partners. That and I'd just loved the way he'd
fucked my ass, and how cool he was. Never in a million years had I thought
that I would end up naked making out with two guys in a steam room when I'd
seen him first in the weights section earlier. When he sat in front of me,
I could see his nice muscles and his honest, handsome face, and my heart
had skipped a bit.  Then I'd seen the huge bulge in his shorts, and I
couldn't believe my eyes. Was it normal? Had he stuffed it with a few
socks? Or could it be he was hard...  because of me? Anyway, after a while,
I understood he was clearly cruising me, what with the posing and "working
out in front of you routine". It was so sexy and so arousing.

I felt Donald's fingers trying to penetrate my ass, and I pushed back
against his hands. He fumbled for a while, but finally wanted more and
stopped kissing me, pulling back and turning me around gently. I did,
eagerly, and ended up bending over, resting my hands on the first step of
the steam room. This opportunity sent him in a frenzy, and he was suddenly
on his knees behind me, sniffing my ass, fingering it with
enthusiasm. After a while, I turned around, hopeful:

"Hey man... Do you.. Would you lick my ass? I just took a shower you
know..." I wasn't too assertive - I can understand why someone wouldn't be
too much into rimming, but God I needed it!

I shouldn't have worried, since as soon as I asked, he grinned widely and
buried his face in my crack, licking at my ass like there would be no
tomorrow.  Suddenly, the room was flooded with light, then went dark
again. I jumped, turning my head around, to see Kenneth strolling
in. Donald hadn't even registered, and went on tongue-bathing my hole. I
couldn't see Kenneth very well, since it was quite dark in the steam room
(I guess there was a light, but we hadn't turned it on, so the only light
came from a small TV screen on the side wall that showed various TV
channels). I felt his hand caress my back, and I moaned to signify he
return was a welcome one. He immediately set on massaging my back - it was
very sensual, and I got chills. Between this, the heat and the
tongue-assault on my ass, I was starting to feel dizzy. Donald came up for
air and stood up. He added his own hands on my back and started caressing
me. I turned my head around as much as I could in this position, and saw
they were kissing above me, while still running their hands around. It felt
like heaven.  I could feel Donald's hard cock poking me in the ass, and I
pushed back. It was quickly joined by Kenneth's, which poked me in my right
thigh. I wished their positions had been reversed, since I loved Kenneth's
penchant for humping.  There was something about the untold desperation of
a guy grinding your dick into you without trying to put it in which sent me
over the edge.

I stood back up as well, and joined the kiss. They were a bit too high for
me (well, to be quite honest, Donald was too high for both of us, but
Kenneth was a few inches taller than me as well). They accommodated me, and
Donald bent a bit forward to set their mouths at my height. I joined the
sloppy tongues fest, and I lost track of who was licking whom, whose tongue
was down my throat and whose was on my chin. It was all pretty decadent and
completely hot as well. I was caressing their chest, but soon went downward
on their cocks, and grasped both in each of my hands. I felt Kenneth's hand
on Donald's balls. With both my hands taken, I still needed something to
relieve the itch of arousal, and turned slightly on my left to rub my small
stubby dick against Kenneth's muscular thigh. He quickly caught on and put
his right hand on my crotch, massaging me and I thrust against his hand,
groaning. It was all so fucking hot. Suddenly Donald's cock left my hand as
he went to his knees and began to slurp on Kenneth 's cock. I watched him
for a few instants, enjoying the look of total bliss on his face, licking
and slurping away with abandon. Kenneth thrust a bit, gently facefucking
him, then I felt his hand leave my crotch and press on my head, bringing me
to one of his nipples.

I got the hint and started licking away, nursing on it like a baby, and he
groaned even more.

"Fuck guys, that's just the best... Yeah... Keep sucking... Both of you
yeah..." He groaned, and that made me super hot.

DONALD

I was crouching in front of Kenneth. His huge cock felt so fucking good in
my throat. I've always had a very easy gag reflex, and since young was able
to deep throat guys. In high school, I had this close friend who was very,
very good at math. For myself, I'd always been good in English and History,
but math wasn't my strong suit. He was straight, but like every teenager,
extremely frustrated and horny most of the time. Our deal: I sucked on his
cock twice a day, and he did my math homework (for some reason, we rarely
had actual tests in my school). Anyway, he had this huge, huge dick, and
was a deep-throat fetishist (no really: he'd shown me his internet videos
collection: hours on end of girls getting choked on big cocks, sometimes to
the point of puking, which I found particularly disgusting). I'd get under
his computer desk, he'd put on a video, and fucked my throat, forcing my
head down and all, while berating at whatever girl was on screen at the
moment. A part from that, he was a great friend, and thanks to our little
arrangement, I got straight As at math for all my junior year.

Kenneth seemed to enjoy a little bit of facefucking as well, and God did I
enjoy it too. I just loved giving blowjobs – it was one of my life's
great hobbies. In college, I'd been one of those freaks waiting for hours
in a toilet stall, waiting for glory-hole users. I could feel Kenneth's
hand on my head, pressing me to take even more of his cock into me. But my
nose was already pressed in his abdomen (thank God, he had very little
pubic hair, which he kept short and trimmed).

At one point, I almost fell over (crouching isn't the most comfortable
position to suck cock), and tried to grasp unto something. The something
was a thin leg, which didn't feel like Kenneth's hugely muscled legs. And I
was suddenly reminded there was someone else in with us. Not just anybody,
but the boy I'd been chasing for days around the gym. He was quite new, and
extremely attractive, and I wanted to suck his cock. Turned out, he didn't
have one, so I felt a bit disappointed. But I was still hot for him.

Kenneth's hand left my head, and was replaced by another one, slightly
smaller but even more insistent. I glanced up – obviously the Jim boy
was very aroused by my getting facefucked, and looked down on me with an
intense grin.

"Is this ok?" He whispered, and I nodded very eagerly. Maybe too eagerly, I
probably looked like a cock-hungry freak, but God that was arousing. Being
forced to suck cock from another guy... I felt his hand push me against
Kenneth's abdomen, and went along with it, enjoying the feeling of his
great cock slipping down my throat. Once he was completely in, and the hand
on my head kept me safely stuck on his dick, he proceeded to hump / jiggle
inside me. It was kind of uncomfortable to me, but hearing his deep and
loud moans, extremely pleasurable to him, so I enjoyed it as well. After
what seemed like hours, the hand on my head relented, and Kenneth eased
himself out.

"I don't want to come yet! But that was really, really awesome." He said
with a nice smile, stroking my saliva-laden cheek softly. I smiled back,
happy he was happy with me, grateful for the praise. My own cock had never
felt so hard.  I still wanted to suck cock, so I did the most natural
thing, I turned to the next guy; only to fall face to "face" with a bald
(except for a small happy trail) pussy, in the middle of two thinly muscled
and hairy legs. I looked up, and saw Jim looking at me with a kind of
quizzical look on his face.

"Do you want me to lick your... pussy?" I said, not knowing what I wanted
him to answer. He was hot, and I wanted to pleasure him, but I wasn't sure
about that.  He frowned then looked a bit upset. Before I could apologize,
he answered

"I'd love it but you don't have to. And err, for the record, I call it my
dick." He said, looking at me then quickly away.

He was a bit embarrassed, but not as much as me, and I decided to take the
plunge.  After all, I loved to eat ass – that wasn't so different, was
it? I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue, waiting for some weird smell
or taste. There wasn't any. He smelt of sex and soap. I went down on him,
and started licking like I would an ass, but it was much more fleshy. Not
bad, just different. Then I located his "dick" and indeed, it was swollen
like a hard cock, and stuck out a bit, like a hard cock – there was even
a small head poking out of under the hood. I started tonguing it, circling
the head like I would a normal cock, and I could hear him groan very
deeply. The sound of his deep, male voice encouraged me, and made my cock
jump. It had a bit deflated, but there it was, getting back in the game,
and I was getting very aroused as well. I felt a hand on my head, a big
large hand that I knew belonged to Kenneth, and that did it for me. I
started really getting into it, lapping away, sucking away, lathering this
cock in spit.

"That's it cocksucker, suck on his cock... Suck on it, make him feel
good... Give him good head, you fucking faggot..." I heard Kenneth say. He
wasn't very verbal when he got blown (although he was certainly vocal) but
he apparently loved to comment on the action. And so between the groans
from Jim and the verbal assault from Kenneth, my cock started to leak, and
I had to touch it. I was jacking my cock while lapping away at this guy's
small cock – after all, it was like a small cock. I couldn't deep-throat
it, but I didn't mind giving my jaw a rest after I'd been skull-fucked
roughly by Kenneth. After a while, I felt a second hand on my head, and it
was Jim's, forcing me down to him as well as thrusting his hips against my
face. I slipped down and down (this would have been a guy's balls, but
there was just not much, although by his groans, I could feel it was still
very sensitive, so I lapped away eagerly. I wanted to go back to his ass
– we'd been interrupted earlier. He got the hint, and pulled off to turn
around. At that Kenneth pulled me by the hair gently and got me off the
ass. I was about to whine when he spoke:

"Jim, get on the second step so he can lick your ass. Donald, bend over on
the first step. I'm going to take care of your ass." He said it with such
authority I got shivers all over my body. We got into position, and Kenneth
started massaging my ass with his hands. Then he brought his cock against
it, and I thought he was going to try and fuck me dry, so I was about to
protest, but he shushed me, and quickly I understood he only wanted to hump
me. And boy, did he! As I was getting lost in Jim's crack, pushing my nose
against his rosebud, I had a rock-hard, huge cock pressing against my own
crack. He held on to my hips, and started really going at it, exactly as if
he was giving me an extremely rough fuck, except he was outside. I heard
him groan, and could feel his sweat drip on my back.

My own dick was pulsating, and suddenly I lost it, and shot my sperm on the
floor. I just couldn't help it. I came without meaning to. I buried my face
in Jim's ass, and didn't move until the last spasm went away. It just felt
so, so good. I couldn't believe it. This had been the single most exquisite
fuck of my life.


To be continued