Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2014 18:07:42 -0400
From: Daniel1989a . <danielmatthews1989a@gmail.com>
Subject: Y Boy-Part 5

Y Boy-Part 5


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     As Scott and I walked out of my office and into the main exercise room
it felt like everyone was staring at me. I did have my staff t-shirt on,
but it seemed like it was more than that. I knew there was no way anyone
could have known what we were doing in my office, but the thought that
something was wrong got very strong as I got Scott seated on the military
press shoulder machine. I bent to adjust the weight setting, then as I
knelt down to adjust the seat height for him I saw what all the fuss was
about. It had nothing to do with my staff t-shirt or what had been going on
in my office and it was not everyone who was staring, it was a few men who
were trying to covertly check out Scott. When I made eye contact with them,
they averted their eyes so quickly it made me laugh and then as soon as I
looked away I saw from the corners of my eyes that they went back to
staring. I understood this very well, there was a magnetism about him, a
presence that went beyond his obvious incredibly good looks. I watched as
Scott did a few reps on the machine and seeing the weight was too light I
added another 10 pounds and watched as he went through his first set. I
corrected his form a bit and seeing that he was struggling with the last
one or two reps of the third set, I knew I had the proper weight for him. I
wrote down the weight and the seat setting, then guided him to the chest
press machine and again adjusted the seat and weight until we found the
right one.

     There were now four guys of varying ages that were staring at Scott
every chance they got. I pegged the youngest to be around 28 and the oldest
in his 50's. The oldest guy staring the most, to the point that I saw him
have to actually step of the tread mill he was on, get himself together and
then climb back on. Scott had noticed this too and told me,

     "It happens all the time, don't worry I kind of like the attention."

     As I was setting Scott up on the chest fly machine, the older man came
walking over, then stopped as I got Scott working and asked,

     "You work here right?"

     I again almost laughed, his question was silly since I was wearing a
staff t-shirt and his eyes kept darting to Scott. To his credit, Scott's
words had not just been fluff, he looked like he actually did enjoy the
attention the older man was giving him, and when Scott smiled at him the
man cleared his throat loudly and quickly looked down at the floor. Scott
smiled and winked at me as I asked the man,

     "Did you need help with something Sir?"

     I saw he was struggling for words, his eyes darting to Scott as he
worked the fly machine, then he said,

     "Yes, I am curious about this machine too and was wondering if I could
observe to pick up some pointers. If the boy dosen't mind that is."

     Before I could answer Scott said,

     "The boy doesn't mind at all Sir."

     The mans smile was huge, he could now openly stare at Scott, which he
did, following every movement he made. I thought he would walk away once
Scott finished, but he followed us to the next machine, one that worked the
back and required Scott to raise his arms over his head, then pull the arms
down to chin level, hold it and then repeat. Each time he extended his arms
above his head his t-shirt pulled up showing some of his lower back, well
tanned skin. The mans eyes lit up each time Scott's skin flashed into view
and since there was a mirror wall in front of the machine, Scott could
easily see this. His expression showed that he knew exactly what he was
doing and how it was effecting the man, then with the mans eyes on his
lower back, Scott winked harder at me, then smiled and I knew he was up to
something. When he extended his arms above his head again, he moved on the
seat in such a way that it slightly pulled the back of his shorts down just
enough to show the very tops of his beautiful boy mounds. I heard the man
let out a sound that was very close to a moan, then saw him position his
hands in front of his shorts as on the next rep, Scott moved in the seat
again, lowering the back of his shorts about an inch more. The mans eyes
were locked and I knew he was thinking this kid is damn hot and he has no
tan lines. There was enough exposed now that the tops of his mounds as well
as a very small hint of his crack were showing.

     When I looked at his face in the mirror I saw he was delighted at the
attention the man was giving him which increased when on his last rep he
managed to maneuver the back of his shorts down another inch, now openly
showing the top of his butt crack. He let go of the bars and without
turning around asked,

     "You should try this machine Sir, I really like it."

     The man snapped his head up and said,

     "Yyes, I love it too."

     His face reddened as he quickly said,

     "I mean, I'm sure I will love it, sorry."

     Scott turned on the seat and made eye contact with the man and said,

     "You will Sir, this was my first time, but I really felt it was
working my back muscles."

     The man replied,

     "Yes, it really was working them."

     The mans face reddened more and although Scott was loving it, he eased
him by saying,

     "Thank you Sir."

     That put the man at ease and for the next 30 minutes he followed us
around, staring intently at every move Scott made and making conversation
when possible, mostly compliments about Scott. Finished with showing him
the machines, I gave Scott the paper I had written all the seat levels and
weight amounts on and was about to suggest we go back to my office when he
smiled and said,

     "I'm sweaty and I smell, I need a shower."

     I thought the man was going to pass out he reacted so quickly,

     "I'm heading there too."

     I could not go with him into the shower, I was on duty but I saw the
man was aching to see Scott there. Scott said,

     "Jackson, I'm going to grab my bag, my towel and soap is in there."

     Scott was up in a flash, then went straight to my office and was back
in seconds with his gym bag. I was hoping to get him alone to make sure he
was okay with showering here, most guys his age tended to wait and shower
at home, but Scott was so eager that I put it out of my mind. The man was
almost beside himself, moving his weight from one foot to the other and
then back again as I said,

     "Okay Scott, it's part of the tour, so let's get you set up in the
locker room."

     As we left the room I noticed a few guys heads swing and follow
Scott's perfect butt as we walked out the door. We headed downstairs, the
man now asking Scott about school, trying everything to keep a conversation
going. I knew he was doing this so once inside the locker room, Scott would
follow him to his locker to keep the conversation going. I also knew Scott
knew what the man was hoping for and he did not disappoint. Scott followed
thew man, as I pointed out different things available in the locker room,
and then opened the locker right next to the mans. While still listening to
the man talk no stop, Scott sat on the bench and undid and pulled off his
shoes and then his socks and tossed them into his open locker. The man had
been standing still, but now he started doing the same, taking off his
shoes, his eyes never leaving Scott and talking going on and on. Scott
stood up and pulled his sweaty t-shirt up and off and tossed it into his
locker, then ran his hand over his chest briefly as the mans eyes widened.

     Scott smiled widely at me and as he pulled his shorts down and off he
said,

     "I appreciate all the help today Jackson, can I stop by your office
before I go?"

     I had been staring too and his words caught me by surprise as I said,

     "Sure, I'll see you then."

     I was about to start walking away, but before I did I saw Scott turn,
his back to both me and the man as he pulled his briefs down and off and
tossed them into his locker. His butt was a delight, the best I had ever
seen, rounded, tight and totally smooth and I saw the man adjust his hands
in his lap as he gawked at it. Scott was going slow, giving both of us
ample time to stare, then he grabbed his towel and surprised even me when
he dropped it and then bent very slowly down to pick it up. The man let out
and audible gasp, the sight of Scott bent over was just so amazingly
beautiful that I wanted to grab his hips and sink my tongue into his
exposed hole. Scott very slowly stood back up and then wrapped his towel
around his hips and turned to face us. I smiled and walked away just as he
and the man headed to the showers. I was going to stay in the locker room
just to be safe, but there were way too many people around for anything to
happen to Scott, especially since there were staff that wandered through
both the locker rooms and showers checking for trouble. I laughed to myself
thinking the only problem was going to be the mans raging erection.

     About 20 minutes later I was doing paper work and looked up to see
Scott standing in my door way. He had dressed in faded jeans, a white
t-shirt and shoes and his light blond hair was still wet from the
shower. he stood there looking at me an expression of passion on his face
as I thought this kid would look good no matter what he wore. I smiled at
him and had to ask,

     "How did the shower go, is that man going to be okay?"

     He flashed a brilliant smile at me and said,

     "Yeah, he's a nice guy, but not my type."

     "He's probably fantasizing about you right now and probably will be
for days. And what is your type?"

     He stood thinking for a moment then said,

     "I've known the effect I have on guys for a while now, especially at
the nudist resorts. I could tell how much he liked me and I don't like to
just ignore guys like him. I have found that showing some skin and letting
them know I have a boy friend usually works. I know they love seeing the
skin and it turns me on knowing how much they like what they see. And my
type is taller than me, dark hair and muscular, in other words, you."

     I was about to thank him when he said,

     "In case you are wondering, I don't just go around flashing guys, but
that man seemed so lonely I gave him an extra good show in the shower."

     I had not even been thinking that at all, but I was glad to know it
was not a hobby of his. I watched as he walked in and closed the door, then
walked around behind me and kissed the back and then the side of my
neck. That had always driven me wild, my neck was so sensitive that I let
out a low moan as I felt his hands slide under my t-shirt. It suddenly hit
me that what was so different was that everything he was doing was what I
always did first. I had always been the one to initiate sex, but he took
the role like a natural as his hands slid up my abdomen to my nipples,
gently pinching each of them. His lips worked my neck and as his hands
raised higher I raised my arms and he pulled my t-shirt off and dropped it
on the floor. His hands went right to my biceps and knowing how much he
liked muscle, I flexed them for him loving that he let out a low groan as
his fingers explored the lines of my arms, then across to my pecs, circling
around the muscles. He kissed my ear then whispered,

     "You have to let me oil you up sometime and watch you flex proper."

     The thought of it turned me on so much that I said,

     "How about right now?"

     This time he giggled, a sound that thrilled me to my toes and said,

     "Not enough time or privacy, I'll let you know when and where."

     His confidence was like an aphrodesiac to me, it made my cock swell
that this gorgeous kid liked me so much. His lips worked down the sides of
my neck as his fingers worked my chest, then he maneuvered my desk chair
until I was facing him. He stood up and I watched as he kicked his shoes
off, then easily pulled his t-shirt off and dropped it on the floor. I
watched eagerly as he unbuttoned and then pulled his jeans down in one
motion. He was not wearing underwear and his hard cock popped straight up
as I again took in his naked body. I ran my hands up the sides of his hips,
up his torso then down his arms, loving how soft, smooth and warm his skin
was. He leaned in and kissed my lips while at the same time putting his
hands under my arms. He put enough pressure that I knew he wanted me to
stand and as I did he expertly undid and dropped both my shorts and
underwear until I stood in front of him naked. He dropped to his knees and
I prepared to feel his gorgeous lips on my cock again, but instead he took
it in one hand while his other massaged my balls. His hand very slowly ran
up and down the shaft and I wondered if his fingers would find my hole
again, but they started stroking my shaft.

     Even though it was juts a hand job, I found myself feeling lust and
pride that someone so beautiful, who could have any guy he wanted, was
spending time with me. His hand stroked so gently and so slowly that it was
becoming by far the best hand job I had ever had, and his eyes staring up
at me made it even hotter. He was watching every expression, knowing the
effect it had on me as his hand started picking up speed, not much, just a
bit faster. I was amazed that I felt like cumming so soon, so i did my best
to hold off, thinking of everything I could that was not sexy, but a few
minutes later I felt my cock swell harder and watched fascinated as he
expertly slowed his jerking and then used hos other hand to catch every
drop of my load. I thought he was going to swallow it, but instead he
stood, careful not to spill any, kissed me on the lips and whispered,

     "Time to pick up where we left off."

     With his free hand he started turning me towards my desk and I got a
glimpse of him rubbing some of my cum over his very hard cock. I knew what
was coming and was nervous but excited at the same time, this 14 year old
was about to fuck me, a first for me. I let him guide me, then planted my
hands on top of my desk and when I felt his foot at my foot, I spread my
legs wide for him. He kissed my back, upper and then lower and a minute
later I felt his hand rubbing my cum from his hand all over my now exposed
hole. I briefly thought how hot it was to be lubed with my own cum as I
felt his cock head press against my virgin hole. I heard him start to
breath heavier as his hands roamed over my back and then rested on my
hips. His lips kissed my back again and then I felt him start to apply
pressure, his cock head trying to push into me. I felt pain, not extreme,
more pressure as his hands,left my hips and ran up my sides and then over
my chest, his fingers gently twisting each of my nipples. I felt his cock
head pressing harder and having never done this before I tried to relax as
his fingers worked my nipples and felt his cock head start to push into
me. The pressure started to change to brief pain, but his fingers on my
nipples and knowing it was him drove me wild as I felt the head almost
inside of me. His hands left my nipples and I felt them roaming over my
butt cheeks as he whispered between moans,

     "Oh yeah, you're so tight, my muscle man."

     His word assured me and with a sudden thrust of his hips, his cock
head slipped past my sphincter and into me. My eyes opened wide as the
brief flash of pain hit me, then started to subside. He stood still, his
cock head just inside of me and I felt my own cock throbbing almost
painfully as his hands roamed over my arms, then my chest and nipples and
back to my butt cheeks while he whispered,

     "You're so hot, gonna go faster now stud."

     His words were almost hard to hear, just above a whisper, but his
heavy breathing and what he was saying turned me on so much and I was so
focused on them, that when he pushed farther into me, instead of pain I
felt pure pleasure. My hole seemed to know what to do without me doing
anything as his shaft pushed almost half way into me. For a second I
thought I was getting fucked by a 14 year old, but then I felt him thrust
his hips and drive his cock all the way into me. I heard him moan loudly as
I groaned, him so far in now that his abdomen was rubbing against my butt
cheeks. His hands ran up my sides to my nipples, tweaked them gently then
ran over my biceps as he whispered,

     "That's it stud, you're so fucking sexy."

     I recognized those words, I had used them while fucking other guys and
hearing them used on me drove me wild as he slowly pulled almost right out
of me and then just as slowly sank all the way back in. His breathing got
heavier and he moaned loud enough that I almost worried about someone
hearing, but as he pulled out again the sensations in my hole made forget
everything but my pleasure. His hand worked my nipples as his thrusting
picked up speed, not going too fast just faster than before, pulling out
until just his cock head was inside me and then sinking all the way back
in.

     "My muscular stud, gonna fuck you now."

     His words drove me wild as he now picked up serious speed, pulling
almost out then pushing back in so fast that his abdomen made a smacking
noise against my butt cheeks. His thrusting got faster and harder then as
he pulled almost put he called out,

     "Here it comes stud."

     He drove in faster than before but this time he stayed there, shifting
his hips around as I first felt his cock expand then heard him moan loudly
and a second later felt his cock explode inside of me. His orgasm was so
intense that I felt his cum spurting inside of me, shot after shot, Scott
just grinding his hips around, filling me with his cum. His breathing got
even haevier as he panted out,

     "Oh fuck, that was amazing."

     He stayed as he was, his cock inside me his fingers rubbing my
nipples, then I felt his lips kissing my back gently as he very slowly
pulled back until his cock popped free. I stayed bent over my desk, loving
the after feel that his cock left inside of me, feeling his cum swishing
around as his hands ran up and down my back, then my arms and chest. A
minute later he pulled on my side and I turned to face him, pure passion
and satisfaction on his face as he leaned up on his toes and kissed my
lips. We kissed for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few
minutes until,he whispered in my ear,

     "That was amazing, the best ever."

     I briefly wondered how many times he had done that, but let it go and
said,

     "For me too sexy."

     His smile lit up his face and after another long kiss, we parted,
stared at each others bodies and then slowly started getting dressed. Once
done, we shared another embrace our tongues exploring each others mouth
then he parted our embrace, smiled and said,

     "I should go before someone knocks on the door again."

     I did not want him to go, but knew he had to and felt a sudden pang of
lonliness thinking about him leaving. He saw my expression and read it
perfectly then said,

     "My mother is out of town for two days."

     My eyes and mood lit up and as he started to walk to my office door I
said,

     "Excellent. That was a first for me, and I'm glad it was you Scott."

     He raised his eyebrows, looked at me for a minute and then smiled and
said,

     "It was first for me too, but hopefully the first of many more to
come."

     I stood dumbfounded, thinking he had been so good for a first time but
he smiled wider and said,

     "I read a lot of stories online, hope I did okay."

     Before I could respond he opened my door and walked out.



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