Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2006 16:47:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Larry's Gym

Larry's Gym

By Bald Hairy Man.

This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T
read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely.

Larry's Gym opened as the All American Fitness center in 1994. It was
successful for five years then began the normal decline of fitness centers.
It had been upscale when it opened, but most of the crowds left and went to
the newest facility in town a few years later.  The new ones were fancier
and had swimming pools and squash courts.

The original owners went bankrupt and left town. It became a Gold's Gym for
a while, but the decline continued. Larry Smith bought it in 2000.  In 2004
Larry died and his widow sold it to Walter "Hercules" Cohen and his friend,
William, "Ajax" Bertolli. Hercules and Ajax were retired professional
wrestlers. They never made it to the top, but they did pretty well.  Ajax
and Hercules were characters who tended to provide comic relief in wresting
matches. They had been popular, but not popular enough. As they neared 50,
there was no place for them in the wrestling circuit.

The place was dirt cheep. The Widow Smith had a replacement husband already
lined up and was going to Tampa. The gym wasn't in good location anymore,
but the facility was good for the price.

The two men had a plan for bringing the gym back. Like many gyms developed
in the 90s, there were double locker rooms. There was a small, stripped
down area for "basic" memberships and a fancier one for "de lux"
membership.  They retained these two levels, but in the de lux membership
area they would relax the usual cat and mouse game of hunting for gay men
trying to have some fun.

Ajax felt if they let nature take its course in the de lux area, they would
get more memberships and they would keep members longer. The desire to
exercise comes and goes, but the urge to have sex is constant.

They also wanted to avoid the specialization typical of commercial
gyms. Family fitness centers, ones focusing on gymnastics, or dance were
popular.  Hercules figured they could handle several groups, since most
didn't overlap in time or clientele.  They developed a wrestling group, a
young gymnastics group, and an old fogies aerobics class as well as some
body building classes. They understood men who were gay, but not fem. They
catered to the broad expanse of gay men who were between the fems and the
leather extremes.

Hercules and Ajax also had a good sense of who was or wasn't gay.  Thirty
years in the wrestling business insured that. In their sales pitch they
would emphasize the more "private" de lux locker room compared to the
public basic room.  Everyone understood what they meant. Once the word was
out, the business was thriving.

I'm Willy Barton. I'm the towel and clean up man in the "de lux"
lockers. I'm in my mid 40s and workout every day. I look great. I use to be
a school teacher, but I suffered a head injury in a scuffle in the Junior
High. It was a bad one. The incident was in all the papers and I got a
disability pension from the state, but I need to work. I just can't stay
home and watch the television all day. I can think and write, but talking
is a problem. If I'm not careful, I sound like a trained seal. I bark. I
can talk if I work hard and plan ahead, but witty conversation is beyond
me. When I get flustered, I can hardly talk.

I went to the gym when Hercules and Ajax bought it. I just wanted to get in
better shape. I was there late on a Saturday and got a first rate blow job
from Hercules.  Of course I came back.  The next time Ajax fucked me.  I
was in heaven. They liked me as much as I liked them.

They explained to me the plan of the gym and asked if I'd like to work
there.  "We need for someone to keep their eye on the de lux room."
Hercules explained. "You're perfect, no one would worry about you. Your
speech problem is a god send. I don't want to insult you, but if you get
lemons, make lemonade." I smiled. I thought the job would be fun.

"What's out of line?" I asked.

"Well, you know we're open-minded men," Ajax said. "If it fun and the guys
are enjoying it, it's fine. If someone's being forced to have sex or paying
for it, it's a no no."

"No pain, no hookers?"

"That's it, Willy," Hercules said. "You don't do anything about it. You get
us. We can take care of anything. We're the enforcers."

"I'm the snitch?" I asked.

"You're the neighborhood watch," Ajax corrected me.  I decided to give it a
try. It turned out to be good for me.  Ninety-nine percent of the men were
nice and I enjoyed meeting them. Once and a while there would be a
bully. If Hercules or Ajax found out about a problem, the bully was
toast. Burned toast.

The other part of the job I liked was the sex.  I didn't have sex every
day, but I got a lot. I hadn't realized it, but the brain damage dulled
some sensations. I didn't get really worried, but I didn't enjoy things as
much either. Sex I did enjoy and the more I did it, the better it
got. After a while, everything got better. The sex must have been emotional
rehab. My feelings came back.  I hadn't understood things were dimmed, but
when feelings came back, I appreciated it.

I became good friends withe the owners. Most of the men who worked for them
were casual about showing up for work. I'm always on time and they could
count on me to fill in the gaps. As a result I worked at the gym at every
shift at one time or another and got to know most of the customers.

I rarely did the last shift.  Hercules and Ajax were flexible men and
several police men asked if they could use the gym after their last
shift. They gave Jon Demarest, a Sergeant, the key, and they had the use of
the gym from midnight to three. At first they didn't staff this shift, but
the police weren't as neat as they might be. The room was a mess for the
morning guys. I took this shift every Friday. This was the worst night for
the police and they needed to unwind after what they called the Friday
Night Follies.

I knew a number of the men, but there were some guys I didn't know. I
hadn't realized retired military men and State Troopers liked the early
morning sessions too.  The gym officially closed at 11:00.  I got there
just before closing and had time to clean up the locker room.

Jamie Houlahan arrived first with a friend, Trooper Jones. Jamie was black
Irish with pitch black curly hair and a ruddy complexion. Jamie was a
regular.  Jones looked uneasy.

"We've never had an attendant here before," he said to Jamie.

"Don't worry. It's just Willy the towel guy," Jamie explained. "Willy's
okay."

"You're sure about that?"

Jamie smiled, "I sure am.  He's a nice guy and helpful too."  Additional
men dribbled in over the next hour.  Several others noted I was there, but
the word was out. I was okay.  They were a rowdy group. It had been a bad
night on the streets and the men had a lot of steam to blow off.

The men began to appear in the showers around 2:00.  Jamie had a hairy
chest and a thick uncut cock. His balls were just as meaty. A few minutes
later a tall, slim guy named Eubank arrived. Eubank was a shy country boy
who didn't talk much.  He was a State Trooper. I'd seen him a few times
before.  He looked at the action, but never participated other than getting
half hard.

Jamie was as outgoing as Eubank was quiet and I was surprised to see them
talking. They went to the steam room.  Jones was just behind them.  Ten
minutes later, two men came into the shower room. One was Commander Duncan,
a retired Naval officer.  He was with Junior, a cadet in the city
Police. Duncan reminded me of Sean Connery.  Junior was a pink, fresh faced
blond. Junior looked to me as he had just got his Eagle Scout Award. I
guessed Duncan liked them young and Junior wanted a Daddy.

Junior went into the steam room and Duncan said he'd join him in a
minute. He came over to me.  Duncan was a regular. "Willy, do you have any
of that lotion you had a few weeks ago?" he asked. I went to the supply
cabinet and got the lotion out.  Officially it was for dry skin, but it was
multipurpose. I gave it to him.

He leaned close to me and whispered.  "Do you have that other stuff you had
the last time?" he asked in a whisper. I smiled and took out a small bottle
of Jungle Juice.

"You're a life saver," Duncan said. "I owe you. The next time you have too
much cum in your balls, let me know."

"I'll do that Commander," I said. He winked at me and went into the steam
room. The showers and steam room filled up.  By 2:30 men had started going
home. It was to close up at 3:00. I had to clean up the rooms, so I
stripped naked and got the hose out to wash down the shower and steam room.

This was the best time for me. I would lock the front doors, so there would
be no way for anyone new to get in, or interrupt the activity. Hercules
told me about that. He said the guys were horny as goats by 3:00 and I
could enjoy anyone I wanted.

It was a nice thought, but I didn't think I'd do it.  Most of the time I
was wrong about that. Sometimes my inner teenager gets hold of me, and as I
washed down the shower the sap began to rise.  I went into the steam room.

Junior was sitting on the Commander's lap. Junior was enjoying the
Commander's cock in his ass.  Jamie, Trooper Jones and Eubank were watching
Junior twitch on the Commander's love pole. They had been out into the
showers a few times and had returned to the steam room. The three observers
were all hard, but just watching.

"Willy, is it that late?" Jamie asked. "Is it lights out already?"

"The doors are locked, but you still have some time," I said. "You're the
only guys left. It's a private party now."

"Why don't you join us," Jones asked. "Eubank doesn't have a date."  Even
in the steam, I could see Eubank blush.  I sat next to him.  Eubank had a
runner's body. He reminded me of the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz. His
hair was even straw colored. When I first saw him I thought he was smooth,
but dirty blond hair didn't show up well.

Eubank's balls hung halfway to his knees. His cock was thin and long,
except for big mushroom head. He was hard, so I leaned over and sucked it.

"You don't need to do that," Eubank said. I didn't think he was
sincere. When I deep throated him and then pulled off, I had a mouth filled
with pre cum. Eubank was enjoying it. When I started to suck, it was as if
I shot off a starting gun. Jamie and Trooper Jones were mouth to cock and
the Commander was fucking Junior doggy style by the time I looked up.

At first I thought Eubank only wanted to be sucked, but once he warmed up
he got into it big time. I'm not that hung, but I've got a thick one and I
leak like a sieve.  If you like pre cum, I'm the guy for you. Eubank may
not have liked pre cum when he started sucking me, but he learned to like
it. I could tell by the way he was sucking he was trying to milk me.

During a breather I asked him what he wanted to do next. He told me sucking
was fine, but he was watching Junior undulating on the Commander's cock.
By now Jamie was deep dicking Trooper Jones. Jones grunted every time
Jamie's meat hit bottom.  Eubank's cock twitched with each thrust and I
knew what Eubank really wanted.

"I like to be fucked," I said.

"I've never done that," Eubank said in a whisper. I told him it was easy. I
got him to lie on the stone bench and I straddled him. My hand lotion was
available and his cock was thin. Quite frankly, I tend to like meatier
cocks and I had no great expectations for him.  I was just being polite and
friendly.

I should have known better.  The head popped through my sphincter easily
and the rest of the organ went deep in a single movement. It must have hit
every good spot in my ass.  It was wonderful. I'm afraid Eubank got the
impression I was a crazed bottom pig.  Normally I'm a bit reserved.  His
cock caught me off guard and I could only react to his every motion.

I shot off at just about the same time as Jamie. The Commander must have
climaxed at the same time. We rested in the post orgasmic lull.

"Is it always that good?" Eubank asked. I nodded. Jamie and Trooper Jones
came over and stood next to us. Jones was still hard; he obviously hadn't
shot off yet.  Eubank leaned over and sucked him.

"That's nice," Jones said. "You're a fast learner.  I'm really close. Do
you want the cream?"

"I don't know," Eubank murmured. "Just tell me when you're ready."  Jamie
got behind Jones and worked a finger into his ass.

"Get over here Junior," Jamie ordered, "Trooper Jones needs more cock."
Junior was rock hard. Junior removed his finger and Junior's cock took its
place.

Jones began to moan.  He was gasping for breath. "I'm shooting!" he cried.
I saw Junior make three or four fast, deep thrusts. Eubank kept on sucking
as Jones shot his load.  He took the entire load. Jones twitched and
shivered as he unloaded his balls.  His whole body shook with each
ejaculation. When he was done Eubank stood up and kissed Jones.

Jones wasn't too enthusiastic about this until he tasted his own cum in
Eubank's mouth. He hadn't swallowed it and the entire load was swishing
around his mouth.  When the Commander saw what they were doing, he joined
in. The three men shared Jones' cum.  Jones liked that a lot. I thought
Jones's climax was over, but as he traded his spunk, his cock twitched
again. The seed spurted onto Eubank's gut and dribbled to the floor.

I had to close up, the men helped me clean up and Eubank drove me home.

"I've never fucked anyone before," he said. "Man or woman. It was better
than I had guessed."

"I liked it too," I said.

"I could tell," he said. "Did you really like it that much?"

I meant to say yes, but I barked instead. I have to plan to talk in
advance.

Eubank put his hand on my leg. "Thank you.  It was good for me too," he
added. "I'm not a good looking guy. It's hard to think anyone would want to
be with me."

"You're a nice man," I said. "You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"I was afraid to do anything. I was to scared to have sex," he confessed.
We were at my apartment. Eubank came in with me and we spent the rest of
the night together. Eubank went home at noon.  He wasn't afraid of sex any
more.