Date: Tue, 20 Apr 2004 20:36:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sean-y Boy <seanyboyboy2013@gmail.com>
Subject: Constant Service - Part 7 - The Gym

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Constant Service

Part 7: Sunday Service - The Gym


He was already in the middle of his workout lying flat on his back on the
bench doing bench-presses.  He was wearing a pair of light gray sweats,
running shoes, and a white tank top that hugged his chest and stomach.  His
package was clearly defined through his sweats, and I swear, his cock was
always half hard.  I could see the dickhead clearly outlined in the cloth
material.  He was lifting the bar over his head so his armpits were
exposed, and the muscles in his chest and arms contracted and bulged.  He
was so hot.

The gym was huge, and it was right next to the pool area.  There were huge
windows all along one wall of the gym, and the afternoon sun made it quite
hot.  There were beautiful glass painted windows that looked over into the
indoor pool area and sauna, and out to the gardens.  The Danes Estate was
beautiful, and it had been photographed for some of those best
home/architecture magazines.

The room smelled of sweat like any gym did, and it always took me back to
my varsity swimming days.  I remember staring at all the hot swimmers naked
or in their speedos or in towels.  I had to muster my entire self control
from popping wood around all my teammates, and on more than one occassion
completely failed.  I think most of them knew I was looking at them, and
some of them even smirked back at me.  Then there was Bobby who I used to
blow regularly after meets and practice...it seemed like a life time ago.
I'm sure Bobby was at some University living it up, partying, fucking tons
of women - he was really good-looking.  I could still remember the taste of
his cock and cum as I must have given him over a hundred blow jobs
throughout high school.  He used to love shooting his load in my mouth, and
would always laugh when I swallowed it.  He was a real bastard, but I still
liked blowing him.

The loud glang of the metal weights brought me back to the gym, and he was
finished with his bench-presses.  He sat up on the bench, and he was
beginning to sweat. Sweat was collecting on his forhead and his chest.

"Get me a towel, Sean," he said to me.

I went to the closet and pulled out a stack of towels as I knew he'd
probably need all of them.  I handed him one, and he looked at me and
smiled.

"You must be sore, huh?  You're moving kinda slow, champ" he said.

"Yeah, my whole body is hurting, I need to do some stretching before
tonight, Sir," I replied.

"Maybe later, get the 50lbs and put em on...then spot me," he said wiping
away the sweat from his forhead, then throwing the towel back at me.

He went to the leg press machine and started working his calves while I
attached the 50lb weights to the bench.  My body was aching all over, and
it was a struggle for just to lift the weights on to the barbell.  I knew
tonight was gonna be hell, and I had no clue what else he had in store for
me this afternoon.  It was already 1pm, we must have slept in very late.
The tv was on, he was watching CNN.

I waited for him to finish his leg routine, and then he came back over to
the bench and laid down on it.  He looked fantastic, his hair was damp, and
his chest was glistening from sweat.  I breathed him in, he smelled so
strongly.  I loved being around him.  I stood at his head while he reached
up to the barbell and grasped it.

"25, count em off..." he said as he lifted the barbell.

"One...two...three..." I began counting as I watched him.  His body was so
hard and well built, but not overly muscled like a body builder.  It was
thick and meaty, but also lean.  He had definition all throughout his
chest, arms, stomach, back, and legs.  I think I overheard him once say he
used to play Rugby and LaCrosse, and his body was tall and well defined to
prove it.  I continued counting his reps, taking in his body, and I
couldn't help but get hard watching and smelling him.  I was staring down
at his package, bulging obcenely out of his sweats.  "Twenty-five," I said
as he finished his reps.

He put the barbell on the bench with a loud clank, and reached up to my
crotch and grabbed my hard dick with his palm open so that it pushed my
cock flat against my stomach facing up through my nylon track pants.

"You fairy, you're fucking hard...watching me work out gets you horny, huh?
I guess it would... seeing me take a shit would probably make you cream
you're such a pussy..." he said to me as he rubbed my dick into my stomach
through the nylon.  He rarely touched my dick, so the sensation of his hand
through the nylon was driving me crazy, it felt so good.

"Strip," he said as he got up off the bench.

He stared at me as I removed my pants, my cock bouncing up and down.  I
couldn't help but stay hard, and his eyes were devouring me.  He looked so
good standing there glistening with sweat in his tank top and sweat pants.
I was very aware of the heat in the room, and I knew I was turning red.  I
didn't look back at him as I folded my pants and laid them on the bench.
He just stood to the side of it watching me.  My cock was rock hard, I was
so horny.

"Come here, stand in front of me," he said.

I came over to him so was facing him, my dick point straight at him.  I was
about a foot away from him, and his eyes never left my body.  I could feel
his heat as I stood there breathing in his musky scent.

He reached his arm out and grabbed my dick, circling his fingers around it.
I wanted to scream out from pleasure as it took my breath away.  He pulled
on my dick towards him so it hurt and I had to step forward as he pulled.
He pulled me in close by my cock so that my head was inches from his sweaty
chest.  He reeked of sweat.  His smell was so strong and masculine.

He let go my cock and grabbed the back of my head, pulling it towards his
chest.  He brought my head up to wear the tank top ended and the upper part
of his chest was exposed.  I knew what to do, and I stuck out my tongue and
began to lap up the sweat on his hairy chest.

"And I didn't have to tell you...grab your faggot cock, boy...and start
stroking.  Don't stop jerking it off till I tell you, and you'd better not
cum till I tell you..." he said as I did what he said.  I grabbed my own
dick and started stroking it with my left hand all the while licking the
sweat off his chest.

"Faster, boy," he said as his hand directed me across his chest.  I started
beating my meat faster, the sensation building, as I continued to lap up
his hairy sweaty chest.  My hand was moving so fast, it felt so good to
finally be jerking off, licking his hard sweaty body.

"Come on, get in there, cocksucker," he said as he lifted his left arm
exposing his hairy stinking armpit, the smell was so strong.  With his
right hand on the back of my head, he shoved me into his pit and I started
licking like crazy, all the while quickly stroking my own dick.  I lapped
out his armpit the best I could, my tongue taking long strokes the entire
length of it.  I felt the hair on my tongue, the taste of his sweat
consumed my mouth.  My whole face began to stink of him and his rank smell
as I continued to suck out armpit.

He grabbed the back of my head by the hair and pulled me to his right
armpit, and I again I licked with all I had.  His pit was covered in dark
wet hair, the muscles of his arm giving it a nice shape.  I lapped up the
sweat like I was a starving dog, savoring the taste in my mouth.  The
entire time I was jerking my dick off, the sensation building.  I didn't
know how much longer I could last, but I kept going.  I must have spent a
good 10 minutes in his pits, as he just continued to hold my head in them.
All my senses were of him and his body and his smell, and the pleasure I
was getting from stroking my dick kept increasing.  I began to moan into
his pit, as my cock was so close to exploding.

"That's it, pussyboy, keep stroking your faggot dick, I know how much you
get off on licking my body clean, keep stroking it you fucking fag," he
said as I moaned into his hairy pit.  Finally, he pulled me out, and I took
a quick breath, as he pulled my head to his right nipple.  I pursed my lips
and flicked my tongue on his hairy nipple, tasting him again so strongly.
I darted my tongue and did my best to milk his nipple, all the while
beating my cock off.  I was doing my best not cum right there.  My head was
spinning.  I was worshipping this beautiful manly man, my cock stiff as it
could be, and stroking off.  He moved to his left nipple, and I gave it the
best oral treatment I could.  I felt the coarse hairs of his chest on face
and tongue as flicked it back and forth on his nipple.

He pulled my head away, letting go of it briefly.  He quickly pulled off
his white wife-beater exposing his well-defined hairy chest and stomach
which was still glistening with sweat.  I was so close to him I could feel
his heat and smell him so strongly as I stared at that gorgeous chest.  He
brought his sweat stained wife-beater to my face, and held there for me to
smell, rubbing it all over my face.  All I could do was moan, my load
boiling in my loins, ready to fire at any second.  I had to control myself
as he said not to cum, and I didn't want to piss him off today.

He threw the wife-beater away, and grabbed the sides of my head with both
hands, and brought me close to his chest again.  I kissed his beautiful
sweat covered body, loving the feeling of his hair and hard muscles.  He
directed my head all over his chest, my lips constantly smacking against
the sweat on his body.  He brought me down to his taut flat stomach, and
began kissing the treasure trail he had there.  I kissed his stomach down
until I was at the waistband of his sweatpants.

He then pushed me down on my knees so my face was staring directly at his
package.  He was wearing light gray sweat pants, and his dick was clearly
defined through them.  He wasn't hard, his cock was just so huge soft.  He
grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into his crotch, and I felt his
cock press against my face through the cotton fabric.  He smelled even more
strongly down there, and I breathed him in as he rubbed his package into my
face, grinding his dick all over me.

"Haha, you fucking fairy, you like this shit, doncha?  Look at you stroking
your faggot cock while you worship a real man...sniff baby, sniff like the
dog you are," he said as he pressed his crotch into my face.  I could hear
him laughing above me.  I could only see his hairy flat stomach, and I felt
his cock flop around in his sweats as he pressed his crotch into my face.
I smelled his musky masculine stench so strongly, and it overpowered my
nostrils.  All I could do was moan as I continued to beat my cock, I had to
cum so bad.  He held me there in his crotch, his dick rubbing against my
face through his sweat pants as I sniffed.  He just laughed away, grinding
his crotch into me.

"You can't get enough of my dick, huh?  Well you're gonna earn it today,
boy...is that what you want, fag?  You want my huge dick fucking the crap
out of your scrawny little ass?  Answer me, boy..." he said as pushed my
head into his crotch even further.

"Mmmmmhmmmm, yes, Sir," I replied, muffled as I spoke into his crotch.  He
was being so brutal to me.

"Of course you do, you're a little dickslut...you love getting boned by
nasty stinking dicks...well you're gonna have to earn this one, baby..." He
said, as he pulled me away from his crotch, and pushed me back against the
bench, so my head was pressed against it.  I felt the bench push into the
back of my head, as I watched him tower of me.  He stepped forward over me,
so that he had one foot on the ground, and one foot on the bench.  His
crotch was right above my face, and I could smell the musky odor.  His
planted his right foot on the bench, and began to untie his sneakers.

"Get to work, baby," He said as he undid the laces on his sneakers.  His
basket was pressing right into my face and pushed my head back into the
bench as I stuck out my tongue and licked his package through his sweats.
I slobbered over his semi-hard dick and balls through the cotton material,
and his cock kept moving about inside.  I felt him remove his sneaker
finally, and he tossed it by the door.  I kept stroking my dick as he
didn't tell me I could stop.  I was so hot in the gym, the sun was beating
down on us through the windows, and I think he purposely turned the Air
Conditioner off.  He was sweating a lot, and I was as well.  I was feeling
flushed in the thick air, the smells getting to my head.  My cock was so
swollen, and I was losing control.  I moaned into his crotch as I ran my
tongue up and down his cloth covered cock.

"That's it, pussboy, you love my nasty dick, doncha?  How about this, you
love this, too?" he asked as he moved off of me and planted his right foot
in my face.  He still had on white athletic socks, as he pushed his big
stinking foot into my face.  I hated kissing his feet so much, so the fact
that his whole nasty foot was in my face was awful.  I kept stroking my
dick though, the sensation still building.  He rubbed his foot in my face
for a while, taunting me with it.

"Take the sock off, but don't stop jerking off," he commanded, looking down
at me with a wicked grin.  I knew what this meant, so I opened my mouth and
grabbed the end of the sock with my teeth and pulled.  He didn't make this
any easier of course, moving his foot all about my face, as I tried to pull
the sock off.  It was hard cause my head was already pressed up against the
workout bench, so I had no leverage.  He just kept chuckling above me.

"Come on, Seany-boy, hurry the fuck up or I'll have you licking my feet
clean for hours everyday..." he said, as he finally stopped rubbing his
foot in my face.  I was finally able to pull the sock off with my teeth,
and dropped it onto the floor below me.  He pushed his big toe into my
mouth, and I sucked on it.  It tasted so awful, and his feet stunk so bad.
I was almost gagging, but he didn't stop.  He had his hands on his waist,
and just kept laughing above me.

"You'll suck just about anything, won't you?" he said chuckling, "Stick out
your tongue and say ahhhhh."

I stuck out my tongue, and he dragged his whole foot across it, from heel
to toes.  It tasted so bad, I couldn't help but gag.  He just stood over
me, hands at his waist, his leg lifted so hit foot was in my face.

"Kiss it," he said, planting his foot on the floor again.  I bent down on
all fours, and began to kiss his foot, tasting and smelling how nasty it
was.  I sucked the big toe into my mouth, and looked up at him for a
moment.

He finally pulled his toe out of my mouth and stood in front of me, inches
from me.  I kept stroking my dick, it was getting raw at this point, and I
had to seriously stop myself from cumming.  I looked up at him and met his
gaze, that dirty smirk still on his face.  He was covered in sweat, as was
I by this point.

"Get up on the bench, its time for your lunch," he said with a laugh as he
grabbed his package and rubbed it one last time in my face.

He moved around the bench, and straddled it so that each leg of his was on
the side, exposing his ass in the air.  He leaned against the barbell,
bending over so his ass stuck out, and I knew exactly what he meant by
'lunch'.  I was going to have to eat his sweaty rank asshole out.

"Come on, assmuncher, lets go," he said as he stared back at me.  I sat
down on the back of the bench so I had one leg on each side, my ass planted
on the bench.  I was still stroking my cock, as I leaned into his ass.  He
still had on the sweatpants, and I reached up with my right hand to the
waist band.  I pulled down his sweats so just his hairy ass was exposed,
the smell wafted through the air as I breathed in his ass.

"That's it faggot, get your tongue in my hole...and you better not stop
whacking your fairy dick..." he said.  I leaned into his musky ass,
stroking my cock with my left hand, and I spread his right ass cheek with
my other hand.  I pressed my nose into his crack, and darted my tongue into
his damp ass hair, and I knew his ass taste all too well.  There were days
when he wouldn't have me do anything but eat his ass all day.  I'd have my
tongue up his chute while he read the paper, watched tv, talked on the
phone...you name it.  He loved taunting me like that cause he knew how much
I hated eating ass, he wouldn't let me suck his dick or fuck me until I had
eaten his ass out.

I found his hole with my tongue, the coarse hairs around his hole brushing
up against my lips.  His hole tasted particularly strong today, probably
from the heat and his workout.  I shoved my tongue as far as it would go up
his ass chute, and I got a moan out of him, which made me happy.

"Mmmmmm, that's it, lick it clean, baby..." he said, as he reached around
behind him and grabbed the back of my head, holding my head in his ass.

The only thing I could breathe was his ass.  All my senses were of his
hairy stinking asshole and the sensation of my hand beating my own cock.  I
was on fire, I couldn't control myself, I was so horned up by this man.  He
was making me take him in, his scent, his body, his presence, as I fucked
my tongue in and out of his asshole.  My mouth was filled with his taste,
it hadn't left me the entire time I was in the gym.  He shoved my head into
his ass, moaning.

"Yeah, you like it, huh?  Come on, cunt, press your lips against my hole,
suck on it while you shove your tongue up there, mmmm, that's it, baby,
tastes good, huh?" he said as I did what he wanted.  I made an 'O' with my
lips, and planted them on his asshole, sucking on it while I pushed my
tongue up his chute.  I felt his ass hairs press against my upper lips and
chin, my whole face was buried in his stinking ass.

I flicked my tongue in and out, continuously stroking my own cock, for a
while.  He just kept one hand on the back of my head, keeping my head
shoved up his butt, and kept moaning.  I was getting so aroused by his
sounds and smell, I had to blow my load.  I was on the verge of coming, but
kept stopping myself, my balls hurting from waiting so long.

"That's it, fag, now lick my crack clean, come on you shitlicker, lick my
crack up and down," he said.

I pulled my tongue out of his hole, and began to lick the entire length of
his hairy buttcrack.  The taste was so intense, I was sure I was going to
pass out from the heat of the room and being so turned on.  I licked his
crack up and down a few more times.  My own cock was tingling to the point
of no return, but I kept stroking, trying my best not to hit my most
sensitive areas.

"Get down and tongue my nuts," he said.

I bent down further and his sack was huge, hanging down glistening in
sweat.  I flicked my tongue out and lapped up the underside of his balls
which made him moan - it was so hot.  I dragged my tongue all over his
nutsack, savoring the taste of his ball sweat.  My whole face stank of his
crotch smell by this point, and it was all I could breathe.  There he was,
half bent on the bench against the barbell, with me attached to his ass and
crotch licking away in the stickiness of the hot gym.  It was obscene, but
it made me so horny.

"Lick them nuts, Seany-boy, oooooh yeah, that's it baby, lick em
clean...mmmmmmmm, that feels good, now get your tongue back up my hole and
show me how much love sucking on a real man's ass..." he said as I moved
back into his stinking ass and probed my tongue through the hairs and found
his hole.  I pushed my tongue in, fucking in and out of his whole with it.

"Yeah, pussy boy, you're an ass licker, Sean, you can never not be an ass
licker now, you know that?" he said as he pushed my head into ass even
more.  I was trying so hard not to gag from the shear force, and that fact
that I had been tonguing his hole for a long time now.  "Oooooooh, yeah,
mmmmmmhhhhhm, that's it baby, show me what a fuckin ass licker you really
are, oh yeah..."

I don't know if it was his words, or the heat, or the fact that I had been
stroking my cock the entire time I was servicing him, but I just couldn't
take it anymore.  My cock was on fire, every part of me had to burst I was
so tense from everything.  Having this stud of a man to lick clean after a
sweaty work out was too much, and all my senses were magnified.  I flicked
my tongue into his sweaty hole one last time and shot my load all over the
workout bench.  I just kept cumming and cumming, and I moaned into his
hole...it felt like I was screaming into his hole, my orgasm felt so good.
It was one of the most intense and pleasurable orgasms I ever had, and I
had with my face stinking of His sweat and my tongue so far up his chute.
I must have cum so much, I just kept stroking my dick feeling the cum
lubricate my cock, I was still hard.

He must have sensed something cause he clutched his hand around my hair and
stood straight up.

"What the hell is going on, boy, did you cum?" he asked, raising his voice
as I tried to ignore it and swirled my tongue around his hole.  He suddenly
pushed my head out, and turned around and saw the big pool of cum clinging
to the sweaty leather of the workout bench.  I looked down at my cum, then
looked back to meet his gaze, and he was pissed...

"Who told you to shoot your pansy load, huh?" He said as he turned around
completely so his half hard dick swung between his legs.  He moved in
closer to me as I straddled the bench, each leg on either side, and he
grabbed the back of my head and pushed my head down onto the bench into my
own cum.  I felt the side of my head squish against the cum as he moved my
head along the bench as if to clean it up.

"You ass munching pussboy can't even control yourself, licking my sweaty
asshole gets you that boned up?  Fine, boy, we'll see to it that you get a
lot more of my stinking hole...and a few others at that, too." he said as
he smeared my face into my cum along the bench.  I felt my cum spread
across my face.  It was all over my noise, my cheeks, my chin, my lips, my
forehead.  "You stay just where you are, boy...I've got a present for you."
he said as he moved so that he was standing above at the side of the bench.
My face was on its side so that my cheek was lying flat on the bench
against my warm cum and I felt it squish into my ear.  I was staring at his
muscular hairy thighs and his balls as they hung down.  I felt his motion
as he began stroking his dick.  He was beating off above me as I layed
there completely still.

"Here you go, cumdump..." he said as he pointed his cock directly at my
face and blew a huge load right onto me.  I felt each cumshot hit the side
of my face and dribble down onto my nose and lips.  Some of it went back
down my neck, into my hair, across my forehead.  My whole face was covered
in cum, first my own, and now his, as each hot spurt landed on me.  He
dumped his huge load onto me as he stroked his cock, and I knew I shouldn't
have cum.  This was so humiliating being hunched over on the bench while he
blew his load all of my face.  I opened my lips a bit to get a taste of his
load mixed with my own as he shot the final two wads on me.  He shook his
dick off above me.

"Look at you, boy, you look like one of them cum whores from those gangback
movies, but I bet you like that, huh?  Well, we'll have to arrange that
sometime, won't we?" he said.  Get your fag ass off my bench and get it
clean, Sean, with your tongue.  We can start there...lets go, now," He
said.

I leaned up, strings of cum clinging to my face and the bench as I did,
running down my forehead and hair.  I felt his cum everywhere, and it felt
like my hair was slicked with it.  He chuckled as he stared at me, his
impressive form standing there, waiting for me to lick the bench clean.  I
got off the bench on to my knees on the side of it, and licked the mix of
cum off, tasting mostly my as most of his landed right on my face.  He
laughed some more and I licked up the cum.  I caught a glimpse of myself in
the many mirrors, and he was right, I looked like one of those cum sluts
from those bukake movies, and this was just mostly his load.

He watched me for another moment, then walked over to the sweaty towel had
already used.  I wiped his sweaty body down, the hot sun still beating down
through the windows in the rank gym.  I stared at him as I lapped up the
bench having gotten almost every drop of cum, his gorgeous body looking so
fine, and my cock was still hard.  He caught me staring as he toweled off
his chest, lifting his arms to towel his armpits.  He gave me that lewd
smirk...the playful one where I had no idea what was in store for me, but
also the one where I knew how much he took care of me.  I licked my lips as
his cum dribbled into my mouth, tasting him so strongly.

He finished toweling himself off, walked over to me and rubbed the sweaty
towel in my face.  It reeked of his powerful manly musk, as I inhaled it.

"Get yourself cleaned up with this, boy, you look like a fucking cum
rag...then meet me in the pool," he said ruffling the towel in my face one
last time.

I watched him as he walked away to the pool area, his ass looking so good.
I licked my lips again, breathing his musky scent in the towel, tasting his
ass and cum in my mouth, not sure what else was going to happen this
Sunday...


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