Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 06:24:38 -0600
From: Don Normann <dcscribe@netbox.com>
Subject: PEEK HOURS

PEEK HOURS by Donald Peter Normann

c. 2005 by Katana Communications, Inc. All rights reserved by the author.

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About two years ago, I used to work at Metro City Muscle, the largest
independently-owned gym in the city. My boss was "The Big D"-Danny Barrett.
A big, blond, open-faced bear of a man, he was a good-natured guy, a
divorced father of two kids, both in college. For all the world he
reminded me of the guy who used to play Wojo from the old "Barney Miller"
series, but with a lot less hair on his head, and eyes that I thought were
a lot bluer. Plus, he had this gap in his front teeth that for some reason
I found to be sexy as hell.

Danny was a big believer in what he was selling, which was fitness, of
course, and his body showed it. Like most guys, he worked obsessively on
his upper torso, so he had one of the best, most defined chests
I've ever seen. Hugely cut bi's and tri's gave him one big fucking set
of guns to match it. Good thing, too, because as much as he loved working
out, he still loved his beer and pizza just as much, so the result was
that he still carried a lttile paunch around the middle. He never worked
on his huge, muscular legs and bubble butt, which mystified a lot of the
guys around the gym, who always asked him how he did it. He used the
treadmill for an hour in the morning every day, and that was it. No
squats, no leg presses. Gotta love how good genes work for some people.

Being a big people person, he could chat with and charm some really
difficult personalities, which is always a good talent to have for
somebody who owns and runs a place like MCM. Legend has it that
Danny never sat down with a potential member who wouldn't be signed up
before they walked out the front door. I certainly wouldn't turn him down.
Sure, there were guys who weren't cursed with male-pattern baldness who
also had better bodies, but there was something.unexplainable about Big D.
I mean, friendliness and a sense of humor are always sexy, but there was
something simmering just underneath his sunny exterior.something I
couldn't quite figure out and no one else seemed to notice.

Then, late one evening, I found out exactly what it was. And I'll never
forget it.

Like every other gym, we'd get members of every shape, size and background,
and there are some that seem to keep the clientele buzzing. Tyrone Martinez
was definitely one of them. Ty was Black/Chinese/Latino, if I remember it
right, and one of the hottest, most physically beautiful men I'd ever laid
eyes on. Most guys of mixed heritage are, but Ty was gorgeous enough to be
exactly what he was: a model. He had started working out at MCM back when
all Danny had to offer was a flat bench, two barbells and a rusty rack of
dumbbells, and it seemed like Ty's hot body and his career had grown as big
and fast as the gym had.

Watching Ty go through his routine was one of the reasons why I stayed
working there longer than just a few months. He wore a very brief,
body-hugging pair of silk Nike shorts and matching cross-trainers,
and that was it. He could be doing anything: leg lifts, bicep curls,
cable pulls, it didn't matter. The way every muscle in his long, lean
torso stood out in relief was so fucking breathtaking, that people nearby
would stop in the middle of their sets to watch him, I shit you not. One
time I saw him stretching on a mat doing pelvic thrusts, and I almost
dropped a 45-lb. Ivanko plate on my big toe.

Being away so much while working, Ty didn't come in very often except when
he was taking a break or concentrating on prepping for a bodybuilding
contest, something he did as a side hobby. Our membership rates were a lot
higher for clients who used the gym during peak hours (6-9 a.m. and
5-8 p.m.), and lower for the hours following those periods, but because he
was so tight with Big D, Ty got the off-peak membership rates no matter what
time he came in. Those rates were about the only thing that Danny could be
inflexible about, and I don't remember anyone else ever being offered that
kind of a deal.

Until Ty got his buddy signed up. And that's where things really get
interesting.

Giovanni de Marchelliers was the guy's name, this French/Italian hottie
from who was visiting from Quebec, to hopefully get hooked up with the same
agency that represented Ty. Gino was another hottie, with a thick, ripped,
college athlete's bod. The main problem? The guy not only had only the
second most incredible ass in the world next to Ty's, but except with his
close friend, Gino was an ass. When he signed up on a week's guest pass to
MCM, neither Danny nor I had any idea that Gino and Ty were buds. Too bad,
because it could've saved a lot of the friction that developed at first.

He bugged a lot of folks, leering at the girls in aerobics class and making
comments to some of them that would've made Andrew Dice Clay blush;
downgrading some of the guys about their weights and reps while they were
working out. When he busted out sets himself, it was a breathtaking sight
for sure, but always punctuated by theatrical grunts, groans and screams,
followed by dropping barbells and dumbbells at the end of each set, with
a loud, crashing thud that shook the entire gym. This, by the way, was one
of Big D's Top Ten Pet Peeves.

During that first week that Gino was there, Danny must've asked him about
three seperate times as nicely as possible not to do it.  He might as well
have been talking to the Pinball Wizard-Gino played deaf, dumb and blind
really well.

"Jeffy," he said to me after several sessions of this, "I may have to
break my stride here, and do the unthinkable. When Gino goes to sign up
with us, I may have to turn him down."

I was thunderstruck. "Hey, what did you do with my boss? Bring him back
here, now!" I cracked. "The Big D would never refuse someone a membership!"

"Well, he's a nice-looking kid, and he has a lot of potential if he wants
to do something with it, but he's got way too much attitude. And I'm
running a gym here, not a day-care center for muscle babies."

I could tell from the grim look that was very seldom seen on his face, he
wasn't kidding.

The day after our conversation, I was giving the main floor a once-over,
collecting stray newspapers and magazines and gathering up the plexiglass
racks that hold them on the bikes and treadmills, when Ty came in, smiling
as usual. He gave me the high sign and I waved back, looking forward to his
workout. Those visuals always make for good mental soft-core porn, resulting
in soiled sheets on many a late night.

Turning to make his way back into the men's room, who should he bump into
coming out but Gino. I couldn't make out what was being said, but Gino
growled something at Ty, who wasn't about to back down, and he said
something back, shoving the big lunkhead. Oh, shit, I thought. I'm pretty
good-sized myself, since I take full advantage of the free membership I get
for working here, but we're talking about two really big guys. I wondered
if I'd end up having to call the cops.

Gino shoved Ty right back and suddenly they started grappling, grabbing each
other's heads and wrestling around, grunting loudly. I dropped everything
and ran to the office to get Danny.

"I see it," he said, already halfway out of his office when I got there.
He nodded at the security monitor near his desk. It had been installed some
time ago, when peoples' wallets had started turning up missing from the
men's room. The cameras were placed at points in the hallway ceiling on
opposite ends of the main corridor, and outside of both the men's and
women's dressing rooms. I could see Ty and Gino fighting on the screen.

"Want me to call 911?" I called after him.

"Gimme a sec," Danny shouted back.

I watched the monitor again, ready to spring for the phone. They were
wrapped in this tight bear hug, nearly bouncing off the walls now, and was
Ty.laughing? Holy shit. I grinned with relief. They knew each other, and
had just been fucking around. As I watched, Danny got out to the men's room
entrance, ready for a confrontation. At first he looked puzzled, but then
broke into a grin himself, slapping at Ty's big shoulder as he re-introduced
the wayward Gino to his gym-owner buddy. I breathed a sigh of relief as
they headed back towards the sales office, Big D leading the way.

A few minutes later, I came back into the office to check the receiver;
there was a lot of static on the station Big D had set it to (we didn't
have XM Radio yet), and he came in, smiling broadly.

"Okay, I get it," I said, cocking an eyebrow. "You're the cat. So who's
the poor canary?"

"I signed Gino to a two-year contract," he beamed. "Same deal as Ty."

Here I was, speechless again. "I thought you were gonna ban him from here
at the end of the trial period!  Some members are NOT gonna be happy campers
when they find out."

"I don't think there'll be a problem. Ty will be a calming influence on
Gino. Besides, like the man said: membership has its privileges."

And he got that cat/canary look again as he sat down to grab some more
paperwork. What was up with my boss?

I'm sure I already knew the answer back then. I just wasn't ready to believe
it yet. Yes, Danny was one hunky daddy, maybe as much because of his
physical quirks rather than in spite of them. Some nights, rolling the slick
head of my cock in my sweaty palm, making my own toes curl with delight, I
drifted into Fantasyland wondering: what it would be like to get down and
dirty with Big D? Would it be weird, or as hot as I imagined it with any
good-looking daddy stud his age? Would it be better, because we knew and
liked each other outside of work as much as on-duty hours?

We partnered up on occasion in the free weights section, and lifting with
him resulted in some of my best workouts, though I have to admit to being
more distracted at times than I would've been otherwise. Not that I minded.
But since Danny was straight as far as anyone knew, I figured I'd never
find out what it would be like to fuck the boss.

The skinny on Gino's membership, according to co-worker gossip was this:
Ty and Gino were both signed up on one of our "fitness buddy" specials.
One payment would cover both of them, but the catch was that they both
would have to abide by the off-peak hour rules. Which was fine by them,
since their most convenient workout time together was after eight, when
the evening crowd thinned out. It was practically deserted by ten, anyway.
Perfect for Gino's grunting and screaming, when nobody would be bothered
by him.

One Friday night, I'd just finished my last set on the Hammer Strength
military press machine, and the workout. Drenched with sweat and panting
like Seabiscuit, I lurched to a halt only to watch Gino at the cables,
groaning mightily, with Ty standing behind him holding onto his arms,
egging him on through a grueling set of forced reps. My dick stirred in
my damp shorts, getting interested. Time to take care of that.

I met Danny coming out of the showers, blond fur glistening on his broad,
hard chest, towel wrapped around his thick waist, his sweat pants slung
over one big shoulder. "Getting' ready to hit it, Jeffy?" he grinned,
patting my arm.

"You have no idea, boss," I groaned. I thought I'd mastered the monster,
but my one-eyed friend was still wide awake down there, registering the
interest I apparently had in the thick, firm nipples capping Danny's
awesome pecs.

The hot water felt great on my tired muscles as I let the spray do its work.
My hard cock was rewarded with a few caresses, but nothing I committed to.
I wanted to save that for later, when I had plenty of privacy, lube and
time to conjure up visions of Big D, Ty and Gino in the world's hottest
three-way.

Toweling off, I pulled on my own green pair of MCM sweat pants and my
flip-flops, going to say goodnight to the boss. I went into his office,
only to find it empty. I turned to leave, figuring that maybe he was out
on the main floor, shooting the shit with the guys.

Then I heard it: a low moan, like somebody was in pain.

I stopped, listened for a second. Maybe I was hearing things.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck, yeah."

That was no hallucination. It was the way I had imagined I would someday
hear Danny moan if I ever got my hungry lips around the shaft of his thick,
delicious daddy-bear dick. And it was coming from the file room.

The file room was located just off of the main office, in the back near
the stereo rack where the receiver and CD players were. There was an old
desk in it, rows of file cabinets filled with old records, nothing special.
But I hadn't been back there in quite a while. Not since the camera system
had been installed, when Danny had thought about putting the monitor back
there instead of the main office where it was.

But what if.?

Stepping out of my flips, I padded softly back through the office to the
little alcove that led to the door of the file room. The door was cracked
open slightly, just enough to let light through, and let me see.

I now realized that my imagination would never measure up to absolute
reality. There was my boss, Danny, at the hottest and hunkiest I have ever
seen any man, and that includes Ty and Gino. He was stark-raving naked, his
towel and pants on the floor beside him. He was leaning on the back legs of
the chair he was sitting in, bare feet braced on the edge of the desk, the
needy stalk of his thick, throbbing dick waving against his cute little
blond bear belly in the light of the monitor that was on the desk between
his wide-spread legs. He worked his big nipples with both hands, alternating
between palm and fingertip strokes, his bottom lip caught between the sexy
gap in his teeth as he tried to stifle the groans of pleasure that made his
big chest heave.

"Aw, man, yeah. Kiss him. That's right. Stroke that big fuckin' cock."

As if giving himself orders instead of the porn stars on the screen, he
reached down with one hand to do just that, his head rolling back as his
muscles tightened, stopping just short of cumming as he went back to his
nipples, breathing quick and ragged.

That was all I needed, all I could stand. Trying to control myself, I
slipped off my pants, spitting into my hand and smearing it on my cock,
standing up so hard now I thought it might break off with the first stroke.

"Well, Jeffy, don't just stand there! Get your ass in here and spot me."

I froze in horny shock and surprise. Still working his chest, Danny was
looking dead at me with that cat/canary grin. And guess who the canary was?
All pretense aside, I stepped in and closed the door, my bobbing dick
leading the way.

"Guess now that you know, you oughta see everything," he said, nodding at
the monitor.

My jaw hit the floor about the same time my dick climbed up over my navel,
aiming due north against my belly. During the set-up of the surveillance
system, Danny somehow had remote feeds installed directly into the men's
locker room, the showers, which were communal, and the sauna. From behind
him, I could clearly see the shower room, and underneath one of the steamy
nozzles, locked in a horny kiss, were Ty and Gino, stroking each other's
hot bodies and super-sized schlongs. As I gaped, Ty fell to both knees and
gulped down Gino's uncut sausage like it was a toothpick. Whatever he was
doing must've been awesome, too, because he hunched into his buddy's face,
hands on both of Ty's wide shoulders as he came up on his toes, his legs
trembling, ass pumping.

"Oh yeah FUCK yeah," Big D moaned again, taking both hands from his chest
 and using them to stroke his dick now.

I don't know if that was my cue, but fuck if I wasn't going to take
advantage of it. Leaning in, I locked onto his left pec with one hand,
and used my mouth on the right one, tongue and teeth getting busy.

"OHHHHHHHHAAAAAWWWWW," Danny sobbed, grabbing the back of my head, my
leaking dick nudging the hollow between his neck and shoulder. "Goddamn,
kid," he hissed, squirming under me, "you do this like you been living
for it."

I'm glad he reminded me. There was something I had been wanting to do for a
long time, and now I would get my chance. After I switched up on his nips
and had him panting even harder, I pulled away, dropping to my knees and
crawling under his legs until I came back up directly between them. I
caught a glimpse on-screen of Ty bending Gino over, getting ready to sink
his prick into the portal between those creamy cheeks, but I wasn't into
that now. Danny and I might jerk off to that together some other time, but
right now, this blond daddy bear was mine.

I know I shocked him when I skipped the temptation of his big cock and
head-banger balls, diving right for the sweet musk of his hole, each lash
of my tongue driving wordless grunts and sobs out of him so deep and
constant, he sounded like an imitation of Cro-Magnon man. He only pulled
my head up long enough to wheeze out, "FUCK, man, you better stop unless
you want me to cum right now!"

I backed off and plopped my ass right down on the desk in front of him,
completely blocking the monitor.

"I'm the canary, remember?" I prompted.

"Oh, hell, yeah," Danny said. Swinging his feet to the floor, he scooted
the chair up to me like he'd just hit an all-you-can-eat buffet, and I put
my feet on the armrests as he leaned in, slipping a spit-lubed finger up my
hot hole as he gulped down my hard-on. I had to hold onto the edge of the
desk for dear life, as he rode my dick like a carnival ride for his throat,
diving down until his lips caressed my pubes each time.  Once I fell back
against the monitor, and startled, I let go of the desk and reflexively
grabbed his pecs instead for balance. I was squeezing pretty hard and he
groaned happily, accelerating his gulping speed.

Instinctively, I let go for a second and smacked his chest hard, alternating
hands. He was jerking himself in a blur, the muscles in his arm tightening
as his hand moved so fast you could barely see it. He let out a muffled
bellow with each chest-slap, then stood up, suddenly, my wet, throbbing hose
plopping back onto my stomach as he hoisted my heels up on his shoulders,
hunching into me as he pressed our dicks together.

He bit his lip again and he looked so hot doing it, I couldn't help myself.
I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled us closer, offering him my
mouth, which he devoured greedily.

I broke away and gasped into his ear as I licked it, "Fuck me, Big D. Fuck
me now, just like Ty's fuckin' Gino."

"Can't son," he groaned. "'Cuz yer daddy's bout to CUM!"

Our foreheads pressed together, we both watched as he jacked our cocks,
pressed together tightly in his big fists. His eyes squeezed shut, his
whole body heaved and shuddered as he let out a cry like he was falling
off a cliff.  Warm spoogy jets splatted on my chin, high on my shoulder,
bull's-eyed on my sternum and cascaded down to my balls as he came from
somewhere down in the bottom of his bull-sized bear balls, and I was right
behind him, the jizz pouring out of me like a busted faucet. Caught up in
the orgasm, I squeezed his hard nips again and he let out a low bellow,
several more jets jumping from the end of his dick. Holding me in his huge
arms, we fell back into the chair together with me in his lap, both of us
more spent than we'd ever been by a workout.

"You know you're fired, kid," he said, after we got some of our wind back.

I raised my head from his chest. "Say what?"

"I gotta fire you. How in the hell am I gonna be able to concentrate on
work with you around? All I'll be thinkin' about is your big cock and your
sweet ass, and I don't think..."

It was something like a wolf's howl crossed with a lion's roar, and even
back here in the inner office, we both heard it pretty clearly. Our eyes
went to the monitor together, as we saw Ty and Gino. Ty had one arm wrapped
around Gino's massive chest, the other stroking his big piece as he leaned
against his roaring buddy, giving up the ghost and then some as his huge load jetted
out of him, splattering across the tiled shower floor.  As Gino's howls tapered
down into sighs, he and Ty kissed tenderly, and then they did something I
wasn't expecting in a trillion years. They both looked up toward the hidden
camera, mouthed the words, "Hey, Big D!", then gave us both the thumbs-up
sign.

I looked at him in disbelief. "You mean to tell me...they KNEW about this
set-up?"

Danny smiled, that same sunny PR smile that everybody gets the
moment they walk through the door.  "Of course, dummy! Ty and I are
fuckbuds from way back. He was the first guy I hooked up with after Tracy
and I seperated. He was always into what he calls "X-treme exhibitionism."
I had no idea that he knew Gino, but as you can see, that turned out to be
a big plus."

"And you don't use this monitor during the day?"

"When the fuck would I have time? You know what it's like out there,
especially on Fridays and Saturdays! Besides, only the security guy
and I know about the monitor back here. Part of a couple of favors he owed
me," he grinned, pinching one of my nips playfully.

"I never use it unless I know Ty's bringing a friend in for a workout.
Sometimes all he and his buddies do is that. And other times, they do
a little bit more.  Some of the guys know about the cam, some don't. But it
works out for both of us. Ty and his buds get off, and so do I."

"So membership does have its privileges," I marveled. "And you're firing me.
What's that gonna solve? You'll be horny and I'll be horny, homeless and
broke. Isn't there a way we can both get what we want?"

He pulled me to him, biting and kissing my chest lightly. "You bet your
sweet sexy ass, Jeffy," he laughed.

So after a successful twelve years, Danny Barrett sold Metro City Muscle
to the L.A. Fitness chain. When his divorce was finalized, he pulled up
stakes and moved to Seattle. We've kept in touch by email constantly, and
here's what he told me just last week.

Ty moved to Washington as well and lives only ten miles away from Big D's
new place. Gino, who stays with Ty when he's not away working, went back
to Quebec to wrap up a few loose ends, and start the process of getting
citizenship and moving in with Ty permanently.

Up until now, I'd been paying the bills with a video store gig, while
Danny put the finishing touches on a new venture he started with the
money he got from selling the gym: FAV, or Four Amigos Video. Big D will
be founder, CEO, producer and director of the movies, and he already has
two of his stars, 'Ty Nottingham' and 'Giovanni 'Jean-Claude' Baguette.'

He sent his third tentative star, assistant and co-producer a plane
ticket to Seattle; a nice guy who I should know pretty well, since I see
him in my mirror every morning, and he'll be going by the name 'Jeff
Donnaldson.'

Which is why I'm packing my suitcase right now.