Date: Thu, 24 Jun 1999 09:52:47 -0700 (PDT) From: Keith Bennett <h_talespinner@yahoo.com> Subject: Tales from the Weight Room 7 The following contains material of an adult nature, specifically consensual sexual contact between men. If you do not wish to be exposed to such material, or are legally prohibited from doing so, DO NOT PROCEED. Certain acts depicted do not conform to safe-sex guidelines. The first part of this story takes place in the late seventies, before the AIDS epidemic, and should be viewed from that perspective. Tales from the Weight Room by K.W. Bennett Chapter Seven: Things That Go Bump In The Night! We all froze at the sound of the pounding on the door. Each of us had visions of the horrible creatures in the ghost stories Ian had mentioned earlier. Then the more mundane fear of discovery settled on us. We quickly separated, and returned to our seats. A voice could be heard shouting over the noise of the storm. "Is anybody in there? It's the police! Open up!" Dan moved to the passenger window at the front of the van. A look of relief crossed his face, and he opened the side door of the van. The rain was pouring down in sheets, and a police officer in a black rain slicker, holding a flashlight, leaned into the opening. "You guys are gonna have to pack up and leave." He said. "The storm's getting worse and there's a possibility of flooding. We're making the rounds and clearing out anyone who's down here. Sorry if I startled you." We all breathed a collective sigh of relief, and Dan said, "Thanks, officer. We'll put our stuff away and clear out of here. Didn't realize the storm was this bad." The officer looked around the van's interior. "Nice, cozy little space you got here. I guess it beats hanging around the house." "We like it." said Jordan. "No doubt" said the officer. "Well, pack up as quick as you can. This storm's gonna get worse before it gets better. Good Night boys, drive safely." "Good Night Sir." We all said, almost in unison. The officer turned away, and Dan shut the door. The front of his jeans were soaked, and the carpet in front of the door was sopping wet. "Great!" I said, "Just as things were getting interesting. I guess we'll have to head for home now." "Whoa there big fella!" said Dan. "We don't have to go home unless you want to. It's only nine now, and there's a place Jordy and I know of where we can park the van and no-one will bother us." "Where?" I asked. "Up around the Zoo. There's a bunch of back roads where nobody goes except couples makin' out. There's a few dead-ends surrounded by trees where we can park the van and no-one will see us." "Sounds great!" I said. We quickly stowed away the cups, kettle and percolator, and soon were heading up the hill, away from the park. We passed a police cruiser, and waved to the officer inside. At the first traffic light, I heard a commotion in the back and heard Jordan say, "Just hold on to that. I'll pull them out." I turned to see Ian holding on to the table-top as Jordan removed the pins from the post. Ian lowered the table to rest flush with the couches, and Jordan moved the backrest pillows onto the table-top. This created a bed the width of the van, and as the light turned green, Jordan and Ian flopped down on the cushions. "Neat." I said. "Your Uncle is a genius!" "Yeah" Dan said, "I gotta hand it to him, this is one sweet set-up. But I don't think he had a crew of horny teenagers in mind when he put it together." I smiled and settled back to enjoy the ride. A few minutes later, I could hear a belt buckle being undone, and I heard Ian whisper, "Oh, Jordan. Oh Yeah." "Call me Jordy." was the reply. Not wanting to interrupt, I didn't turn around. I was glad Ian had been accepted by Jordan enough to be allowed to use the nickname. It meant there was hope he wouldn't be left to fend for himself after tonight. I hadn't contemplated the addition of a fourth partner to our relationship, but I had a feeling something new was about to be added. We drove for about a half hour until we reached the northeastern outskirts of the city. After several turns off the main streets, we were traveling on rough back roads. One final turn brought us to a dead end surrounded by trees and bushes. Dan shut off the engine and we were plunged into darkness. I felt rather than saw him reach for a switch, and the soft cabin lights came on. Jordan and Ian were reclined on the bed, locked in an embrace with their pants around their knees and their shirts off. Dan and I looked at one another and advanced on the two prone figures. I grabbed Ian's pants, and Dan grabbed Jordan's. In unison we pulled, and removed their trousers. They sat up on the bed and we removed their shoes and socks for them. Dan moved to the stereo cabinet, and opened the bottom door. Inside, was a rack holding about eighty cassette tapes. "What kind of music would we all like to hear?" Dan asked. "RUSH." Jordan said. "ABBA." Ian suggested. "Supertramp." I said. Dan laughed. "Which one? I've got them all." Jordan, Ian and I dithered for a minute, then agreed on Supertramp. Dan put "Crime of the Century" into the deck, then moved back to my side. Ian and Jordan resumed their explorations of one another's mouths, and Dan reached out and pulled me into a bear-hug. We kissed for several moments, then Dan let me go and began to undress me. When he had removed my shirt, he slapped his head and said, "Oh! I almost forgot!" He moved to the cabinet under the stove and pulled out two brass candle holders, complete with fresh red taper candles. He put the holders on the counter, one on either side of the stove, and lit them with the lighter he pulled from his pocket. He flipped the switch for the lights, and the van was bathed in soft candlelight. "There. That should complete the mood." "Cool." I said. "You soppy romantic." Jordan teased. "I like it!" Ian said. Jordan gave Ian a light punch on the arm, then pressed his lips to Ian's. Dan and I resumed undressing one another, stopping at our underwear. We joined Ian and Jordan on the bed, and soon all four of us were exploring one another's bodies with our hands and tongues. There was no distinction made between who touched who. Lost in the lust of the moment none of us was really aware who's cock we were fondling, who's nipple we were sucking. Our teen pricks were hard as rocks, straining the underwear we still had on with the hot blood coursing into our throbbing members. Ian, overwhelmed with curious lust, was the first to release one of our engorged pricks from its cloth prison. Looking at me for approval and receiving it, he slipped his fingers into the waistband of Dan's briefs and yanked them down and off. The skivvies caught Dan's tool and it was pulled down, then flopped back up, slapping his abs with a meaty 'thwack'. Dan's cock lay against his stomach in all its nine inch glory, his ball-sack hanging between his legs from the weight of his Grade-A Large testicles. Ian drew in a quick breath, and stared at the fleshy pole and skin encased balls with a rapturous look on his face. "Sweet Jesus! That's the most beautiful sight I've ever laid eyes on!" "Thanks!" said Dan. Ian grasped the base of Dan's fuckpole and lowered his mouth over the head, flicking his tongue out to tease the glans. Dan moaned as Ian began to lick the piss slit with rapid flicks of his tongue. Jordan and I moved to the back of the bed and sat leaning against the backboard. We removed our underwear and sat back again, softly caressing each other's cocks while we watched the sex-play unfolding before us. Dan put his arms behind him and leaned back, his hips resting on his heels, his torso on a forty-five degree angle. Dan's nine-incher thrust proudly forward as Ian continued his ministrations. Ian shifted his body so he could lay in front of Dan. He pulled himself up so he was resting on his forearms, and reached out again for Dan's cock. Jordan couldn't sit still, and leaned forward to take my cock in his mouth. I shifted into the sixty-nine position and wrapped my lips around his throbbing member. We quickly got a rhythm going, and soon both our noses were buried in one another's pubes. Ian was struggling manfully to emulate the dick swallowing action he could see going on at the head of the bed. Dan gently lifted Ian's head from his cock, and turned him onto his back. "It's easier from this position. Tilt your head back and open your mouth. When you feel my prick at the back of your throat, relax and swallow. It'll be hard at first, but breathe through your nose and take your time." Ian did as Dan suggested, and after a few abortive attempts, Dan's balls were laying across Ian's nose. I reached out with my hand and slowly began stroking Ian's hard eight inch prick. Tears were streaming down Ian's cheeks, and a little saliva leaked out from the corners of his mouth, but he was obviously loving the feel of a fat cock down his throat. Dan began to slowly move his dick back and forth in Ian's mouth, gradually increasing the length of the strokes until he was face-fucking the red-haired boy with the entire length of his cock. "Ooooo yeah! That's it baby! Take my hot cock down your throat! Swallow it Red, swallow it! That's so hot! So-o-o-o-o-o ni-i-i-i-ice! I love the feel of your slick throat on my prick! Take it all lover. Take IT AL-L-L-L-L-L-L-U-UH-UH-UH-A-A-A-A-ARR-R-R-RGH!!!!!" Dan stiffened and pulled his cock out of Ian's throat. He gave his spit-slicked dick a few strokes, and ropes of cum flew from the head to land in Ian's waiting mouth, on his nose and forehead, and finally dribbling into Ian's red hair. I could feel Ian's prick expanding, and as the final drops of Dan's cum landed on his hair, he cried out. "I-I-I-I-I-I-M-M-M-M-M CUH-CU-CU-CUMM-M-M-MING-G-G-G-G!" A long thick jet of cum flew out of Ian's prick and hit the leatherette ceiling of the van with a loud SPLAT. More ropes of cum flew into the air and fell back onto the quivering boy's stomach and chest. The remaining jism oozed out and down his cock, covering my hand with his hot love juice. Jordan and I had stopped our deep-throating to watch this event unfold, and when the last drops slid down Ian's deflating prick, Dan grabbed my hand and began cleaning the spunk from it with his tongue. I reached up to the ceiling with my other hand and collected a glob of the spooge that was dripping down onto the bed and licked part of it from my fingers. I offered the rest to Jordan, and while my two muscle stud boyfriends cleaned my hands of Ian's boy-seed, I felt my dick begin to swell. "Oh God! I'm cumming! I'm cum-m-m-m-m-m-ing!" Without touching myself, jism began to shoot from my prick. Before the second volley could escape, Ian put his mouth around my cock and greedily swallowed the subsequent spurts. Jordan was wanking his cock the whole time he was licking my fingers. Seconds after I finished cumming, he threw his head back and howled. His spooge flew all over Ian's back, and I leaned forward and lapped it up. We all collapsed onto the bed, still tingling from our orgasms. Dan got up and removed a bowl from the cupboard under the stove. He poured the remaining water from the kettle into the bowl, and soaked a washcloth in the warm water. He brought the bowl back to the bed, and we each took turns wiping the residue from the hot four-way off our bodies. I reached into my briefcase, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Dan, Jordan, and Ian retrieved their packs from their pants and followed suit. Ian pulled a bag from his pocket and held it up. "Anybody want to smoke a joint?" We all agreed, and soon Ian was sitting cross-legged on the bed rolling a fat joint. No-one felt like talking, so the rest of us lay on the bed smoking and lost in our own thoughts. Ian was concentrating on his task, and I was laying with my head in Dan's lap. Jordan was laying beside Ian with his muscular arm curled around Ian's butt. He looked the young red-head up and down with an expression of interest on his face, and began to idly stroke Ian's auburn locks with his free hand. I noticed this, and drew Dan's attention to it with my eyes. He looked over and smiled back at me, nodding his head. Ian put the finishing touches on the joint, and the four of us moved to sit against the backboard of the bed. Ian sat on one end, Jordan sat beside him, then me, then Dan. Ian lit the joint, took a few tokes, then passed it to Jordan. It made it's way down the line three times before it was finished, and after putting it out, Dan filled the kettle and turned on the stove. "Everyone up for something to drink?" We all agreed, and Dan busied himself getting out the mugs, sugar, and cream. Soon, the drinks were ready and we sat sipping the hot beverages. Ian was snuggled next to Jordan's chest, and Dan was reclined on my chest and stomach. Jordan leaned down and whispered something in Ian's ear. Ian's face lit up and he said, "Sure, I'd love to. It's more than I ever dreamed of." Dan sat up and looked at the both of them. "What's goin' on? You two are gettin' awful chummy." "Jealous?" I asked. "No, but I hate not bein' in on a secret, that's all." Jordan laughed and tousled Dan's hair. "Don't worry Danny. We're not gonna keep it a secret. I just asked Ian here if he'd consider goin' out somewhere with me, and he said yes." "But what about Keith and me?" "I don't think that's a problem. I didn't ask him to be my boyfriend or anything. I just asked if he'd like to go out. It might end up there, but it might not. The way I understand what you, me, and Keith have, it takes something like this into account. Right Keith?" "I don't see it as a problem. The nature of what we have, makes it OK for us to see other people if that's what we want. I'm happy with Dan right now. I won't be looking for anyone else, and I think he feels the same way. If he did find someone he wanted to explore something with, it'd be fine with me. The whole point of an open relationship is for the people involved to feel free of the usual restrictions of monogamy. If you and Ian get together as a couple, great. If that takes you away from our little threesome, well so be it. If you want to stay, and bring Ian in, that's OK too. I think the guidelines we've set down can accommodate one more person. I wouldn't want to extend it any further than four, that would just be complicated, and to my mind, pointless." Dan looked confused and put his hand to his forehead. "Hold on a second. Are you suggesting we bring Ian into this?" "Not unless he and Jordan become a couple and want to be a part of it. The way I see it, right now there's you, me, and Jordy. You and I are, quote- unquote, a couple, and Jordy's sort of free floater. We're there for him and he's there for us. If Ian came in as another floater, things would get a little complicated. If he and Jordy are a couple, the lines are more distinct, and the dynamic is more workable. That isn't to say it's what should happen, I'm only saying if that's what everybody wants, it can happen. Let's see how things work out before we start planning for something that may not ever reach that stage. It's enough to know it's workable and unless it happens, profitless to speculate about until the time comes." "Would it bother you if I did want to bring Ian in as my boyfriend, Dan?" asked Jordan. "Hell, no. In fact, I'm kinda hopin' you two do hit it off. I feel a little guilty about you bein' what Keith calls a floater, and I'd be tickled pink to see you with a boyfriend of your own. I think Keith is right. We should wait and see what happens before we start makin' plans. If you two get together and want to commit to something more with Keith and I, then I for one would be happy to be a part of it." "What about you Ian?" I asked. "My head's still reeling over the explanation you gave me about what you three already have. It sounds fantastic, and if things work out between Jordan an' me, I think I'd like to be a part of it. It's still a bit confusing, but intriguing at the same time." "Well that's settled then." I said. "What time is it?" Dan reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his watch. "About eleven-thirty. Jeez! How'd it get so late?" I reached out and gave his cock a tug. "You know the monster. When it's happy, time doesn't mean a thing!" "Quit it! If you wake it up, I won't be held responsible!" Jordan reached out and cradled Dan's balls in his hand. "Who's askin' you to be?" Ian leaned forward and began pinching Dan's nipples. "Yeah, you got a hot date or something? My Dads' away on business and Moms' in bed by now. I'll catch major shit in the morning, but it's already gonna happen. May as well be shot as a sheep than a lamb." Dan lay back on the bed and put his arms over his head. "OK.OK.you win! Now look what you did. The monster's up and rarin' to go!" Dan's cock had become rock-hard from the ministrations of three hot pairs of hands. The rest of us were sporting boners as well, and all thoughts of getting home were quickly banished. Jordan positioned himself between Dan's legs and began sucking on the rigid nine-inch pole. Ian pushed me back on the bed and threw a lip-lock around my swollen prick. He bobbed up and down on it for a few minutes, then moved his mouth to my ear and whispered, "I want you to fuck me, Keith." "Are you sure?" I asked." "Positive! What do I do?" "Lay back on the bed and lift up your legs." Ian lay back and pushed his legs against the ceiling of the van. He parted his butt-cheeks and his pink rosebud presented itself to my view. I licked my index finger and began to stroke his pucker. He moaned softly, as I leaned forward and flicked it with my tongue. Dan and Jordan stopped what they were doing and joined me in pleasuring Ian. Dan moved in next to me and began licking Ian's hole, alternating his tongue with mine. Jordan began slurping on Ian's nuts, taking one, then the other into his mouth. Ian was groaning more loudly now, and I slicked up a finger and popped it into his ass. He grunted at the intrusion and thrust his ass forward, burying my finger to the knuckle in his sweet, tight, hole. Jordan slicked up a finger and slipped it in beside mine. Dan followed suit, and we were soon finger-fucking the red-haired boy with a triple rhythm which caused him to squirm in ecstasy. Dan reached down in front of the bed with his free hand and removed a jar of Vaseline from a small cabinet recessed into one of the benches. He pulled the finger in Ian's butt to the side, stretching the pink rosebud open wider. Jordan and I followed Dan' lead and also pulled our fingers sideways. This left an opening big enough to insert more fingers and, after slicking up two of his digits with the grease, Dan inserted them into the opening created by our combined efforts. Ian went crazy. His hips bucked wildly, and it was an effort to keep our fingers securely in his ass. "Oh yeah! Omigod! Yes-s-s-s! That feels so-o-o-o-o g-g-g-g-o-o-o-ood! Please give me more! More! Oh yeah! OH YEAH! That's it!" I slathered grease on two of my fingers and slid them in next to Dan's. I couldn't believe Ian's virgin hole could take so much, but concluded he must be one of those people referred to as a 'natural'. Dan and Jordan moved to one side, keeping their fingers in Ian's rosebud. Dan said, "OK Keith. Slick your dick up and plow this humpy little stud!" I removed my fingers, and got my prick nice and greasy with the Vaseline. I positioned my cock in front of Ian's pucker, and rammed it in. "O-o-o-o-Ow-w-w-w-w-! That's great! I love your fat prick in my hole. Ram me stud boy! RAM ME!! Shove that hot cock up my ass! Fuck me! Fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck-k-k-k-k-k m-m-m-m-e-e-e-e-e!!!!!!!" The sight of this hot young red-head begging to be fucked caused me to become wild with lust. I shoved my cock as far up his chute as I could, then pulled back out all the way. I repeated this action several times, then threw myself on top of him, kissing his face while I drove my prick in and out of him like a pile-driver. Ian was shoving his ass forward in time with my down-strokes, and in no time we were both howling like banshees. Ian arched his back, and I thrust into him with one last powerful stroke. I could feel the muscles in his ass contracting and ropes of thick, hot man-juice began flying from his prick to splash between our stomachs. Before the first pulse was hitting our bellies, I let out a long moan and pumped wave after wave of my molten spooge into Ian's throbbing love chute. I collapsed on top of Ian as the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed through our bodies. I began to kiss him passionately, first on the forehead, then the cheeks, then the nose, and finally we melded into a french kiss that felt like we were trying to swallow one another's tongues. We were lost in our own little world, and I was thrust back into reality by the splashing of cum onto my back. Dan and Jordan were so worked up by the hot fuck they witnessed, they had wanked themselves into a frenzy and were unloading their seed onto my back. After a moment they collapsed, spent, to either side of Ian and I. End of Chapter Seven. Coming Soon: Chapter Eight: The Competitive Edge. Thanks again to everyone who has written me to say how much you like the tales so far. And of course a big Thank You to the Nifty Archivist for providing the venue. I have changed my e-mail provider. I can now be reached at: h_talespinner@yahoo.com Write me to let me know if you like the Tales. I will answer all e-mails as quickly as possible. Thanks Again K.