Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2017 03:38:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gym Buddies, Part 2

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Gym Buddies, Chapter 2
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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After watching the football game with Dylan and Jordan, I didn't hear from
them. I figured that hooking up with Dylan was probably a one time thing
brought about by too much alcohol. If I hadn't been drunk, I wouldn't have
done, and from what I'd gathered, Dylan was relaxed about the casual sex
thing. Still, there was something about the guy that I couldn't get out of
my mind. Every time I went to the gym I hoped to see him there, but almost
a week passed before I saw the guys again.

One afternoon I walked into the gym and saw Jordan standing behind a bench
while Dylan lifted. I jumped onto the treadmill to warm up and watched as
Dylan packed up his stuff. We crossed paths as I walked to the locker room,
and Dylan winked at me.

The wink and smile were more than I could handle, and my dick got hard
instantly. I now routinely packed a pair of tight compression shorts and I
slipped them on to hide my bulge. When I walked into the weight-room,
Jordan was still working out. He was deep into his routine, chest it looked
like, but when I started to use the leg press, Jordan asked if he could cut
in.

"Sure," I said, getting out of the machine. I watched as he added weight to
the machine, almost 200 more pounds, then he sat down and hiked his shorts
upward over his muscular thighs. I watched as he dropped the weight down,
pushing his knees into his chest and then extended his legs. His quadriceps
bulged, the thick muscles pushing out against his skin. Then I glanced
between his legs. His shorts had ridden up and showed off his big basket. I
tried not to stare, instead letting my eyes pass over the lump as I shifted
my gaze.

Jordan stood up, sweat pouring down his neck into his t-shirt. Unlike
Dylan, Jordan wasn't a beast. He was shorter than me by about an inch and
fairly compact. His arms were thick and he had shoulders like bowling
balls. His mass was well-proportioned across his frame, and he didn't seem
bulky at all. He ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up just a
little bit, and then leaned against the machine.

"Your turn, stud," he said with a sly smile.

I climbed down into the seat after taking two plates off of each
side. Jordan stood there watching me. He pulled up his shirt to wipe away
the sweat on his face, and I saw his flat stomach and the thick elastic
band of a jockstrap. His shorts were low on his hips and I could see the
straps disappear behind his back. I quickly banged out eight reps and then
looked up at him.

"Seriously, a jock strap?"

"Seriously," Jordan said, showing off the way the band cut across his hips
and ass. "Dylan says they're fag bait, and, well, since you owe me a
blowjob, I figured I'd get dressed up for you." He waited a moment and then
said, "I'm kidding . . . well mostly."

"Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"Not really. I kind of like the way it grabs at me to be honest." Jordan
looked around and then grabbed at the lump in his shorts, mashing it around
and moving it. "No one can see my dick. It's all wrapped up."

I rolled my eyes, and he shook his head at me. "I'm going to go do some
squats." He turned and then looked back at me, winking, "You should come
watch."

"I thought you were the straight one," I said softly.

"Mostly straight," Jordan said, "Relax man, I'm just trying to get a rise
out of you. I like screwing with people. It's in my nature. I can stop if
it bothers you."

"I think I'll be ok."

Jordan grabbed my shoulder, "Just chill out, dude. We're just two bros
working out together." Before he took his hand away he rubbed the back of
my neck, and I went weak in the knees. Jordan smiled at me and stuck his
tongue out, "The fact that I can do that to you is pretty awesome."

"You're a dick." I said

"Watch me squat, bro. It'll make me feel good knowing that a studly old guy
like you is into me. Makes me more confidant."

He stood up with the bar on his shoulders, and I watched as he dropped down
to the ground. He squatted deep and held it there. His perfect ass bulged
out against the thin fabric of his shorts, and I could see the bands of the
jockstrap showing through. He did this eight times, going low and pausing
each time. My mouth watered. All I wanted was to dive between those thick
cheeks and lick up his sweat, make him squirm, and wait for him to push his
cock back between his legs into my waiting mouth. There's something about a
muscular man ass that blows my mind. Jordan's ass was firm and defined with
a little patch of hair in the small of his back. In my head I imagined
pulling down his shorts and revealing two hairy cheeks.

When he finished his set, Jordan started to strip the weight off the
bar. Apparently he had done the set just for me. "What do you think?"

"You've got a nice ass, Jordan. Like the nicest. I don't know why you don't
understand that."

"Whatever," he said, "I'm done."

Desperate to go home and jack off, I followed him into the locker room.

We talked for a minute and then Jordan switched topics, "You made one hell
of an impression on Dylan last week."

"Yeah," I grunted.

"Yeah." Jordan said. "He hasn't talked about anybody else since."

"Well, I had a good time too."

"Be careful, bro. I love that dude like a brother, but he's a shitty
boyfriend." Jordan lowered his voice, "He'll fuck almost anything that
moves and he expects a guy to be there for him pretty much whenever. He's
pretty dominant, if you know what I mean."

I knew exactly what he meant, and the log between my legs throbbed as he
said it. I'd never considered myself submissive, but something about Dylan
made me want to spread my legs for him. I wanted to feel his massive arms
wrap around my torso while he shoved up into me.

"I don't think he's looking for a boyfriend." I said.

"He's a pussy when it comes to making a move, but I guarantee you that if
you show some interest, he'll respond." Jordan said, "And from what I hear,
he'll take you on a date and you'll be totally in love with him by the
end. He's that good."

The way Jordan was talking, I seriously considered grabbing my phone and
texting Dylan. I wasn't quite sure what I would say, but I was getting
close to making a move.

The conversation drifted off while we stripped down. "What are you guys up
to this weekend?" I asked, hoping to get another invitation over.

"Same as always, sports and beer during the day. Hunting for ass during the
night. It's what we do. You give Dylan a call, he'll want you to come
over. I want you to come over too. You still owe me a blowjob."

I blushed. "About last Saturday, I'm not usually like that."

"You mean you don't usually blow a guy on a whim or you don't usually sit
around and get smashed with your buddies?"

"Well, both really."

"You act like you're not into fooling around, but you're a liar. It's
obvious."

"Really, I'm not usually into that stuff. I like to get to know a guy a
little first."

"So you're saying that if a guy like me started to strip his clothes
off. If a big, muscular, straight college dude like me pulled off his
shirt, flexed his muscles, and then started to pull off his shorts . . . If
that guy asked you to suck his dick, to make him feel good, to help him
relax after a hard workout, you wouldn't follow that guy into the sauna and
help him out? Your dick wouldn't get hard and start dripping just at the
thought of getting in between his legs, seeing what he had to offer, and
drinking his nut?"

While he was talking, Jordan pulled off his tank and tossed it onto the
pile. I was used to his arms, thick and long with a big black and white
tattoo on one shoulder. I was used to looking at the beautiful tufts of
hair in his armpits. I'd never seen his chest without a shirt on before,
and the guy was sculpted. His pecs were massive and heavy, with perfect
quarter sized nipples. His waist was trim and his stomach was flat with a
little definition. A light dusting of hair covered his stomach and pushed
down into his shorts.

He looked directly at me, straight into my eyes, as his fingers slipped
under the band of his shorts. I gazed down at his torso as he slowly pushed
them down. His pubes came into view. They were short but dark and
thick. The top of his shaft came into view and then he pushed the shorts
lower. His cock was long, soft, and cut. It hung heavy between his legs,
maybe half-hard from the conversation. His smooth balls swung freely as he
stepped out of his shorts, turned around, and bent down to put them into
his gym bag. I stared at his muscular ass. His crack and cheeks were just
hairy enough to make him seem unbelievably masculine. My mouth watered as I
imagined eating him out.

Jordan wrapped a towel around his waist low enough that his pubes were
still visible. "I'm going to be in the sauna, you know, if you're
interested."

He grabbed his cock and winked at me. Then he turned toward the door.

It took about ten seconds for me to close me mouth and regain my
bearings. Then I walked over to my locker and started to strip down. I
wrapped a towel around my waste and and jetted to the sauna. When I opened
the door, the hot, dry air caused me to cough. Jordan was sitting naked on
a far bench, his towel balled up next to him. There wasn't anyone else
around.

"Thank god." Jordan said. Then he sat up and leaned forward, "You don't
actually have to suck my cock. I just wanted you to stop being so hung
up. Life is about having fun, bro. If it doesn't hurt anyone, there's
nothing wrong with it. Right? So, we can just hang out if you want." Then
he winked. "Just to be clear, though, I wouldn't say no to a blowjob. I
mean, if like, that's what you want to do. No pressure or anything."

He scratched at his sweaty pubes. Something about the sauna and his
nakedness made him seem hotter than usual, with his hair messed up as he
leaned forward, hands on his elbows. There was sheen of sweat on his
shoulders and chest. He looked like a Men's Health cover model except that
he was naked. Jordan was a straight up fox, and as he gazed at me I was
aware that despite claiming he wasn't that good looking, he knew how hot he
was.

I sat down on a bench around the corner from him. I was nervous to take my
towel off, but I did it. If he was going to be naked, I would be too.

"Hey, can I ask you a question? You can tell me if it weirds you out."

"I guess," I said. "After hanging around with you guys, not much weirds me
out anymore. I'm starting to relax, I think."

"Yeah you are." he said, "I wasn't like this before either. Dylan really
brought it out in me, made me more confidant and assertive."

"So what's your question?"

"Do you think I'm hot? Or maybe, like, on a scale of one to ten, how hot am
I? Girls never answer, but I'm curious."

"Right now, you're a perfect 10 dude. You're hitting all my buttons." I
said to him. I motioned down to my cock which wasn't rock hard, but was
pretty close. "With clothes on you're a total stud. Before we started
talking, I rubbernecked every time you walked past me."

"It's kind of fucked up, but I never feel that way. I focus on my flaws
pretty seriously."

"I don't think you have any flaws. Not that I can see, anyway."

"Take a look and let me know."

He stood up in front of me, bare ass naked, and started posing. He did
front poses first, pushing out his lats and then tightening his stomach. As
much as his body turned me on, I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. In the
heat of the sauna, everything was hanging pretty free and flopping
around. On a lot of built up guys, their cock starts to look small, but
Jordan's body was perfect. He was muscular, but not so bulky that he looked
out of proportion. His cock fit him perfectly.

He turned around and squatted down to show off his glutes. His muscular ass
opened up and I got a look inside his crack. There was some hair around his
hole, but otherwise his ass was smooth. I groaned loudly, "Alright dude,
that's enough or I'm going to lose control."

He turned back toward me and looked between my legs. "I was only half
joking about you sucking my cock. I wouldn't say no to a blow-job."

I stared him up and down. There was no way I was going to leave the room
without getting between his legs. A guy like me doesn't get offered this
kind of opportunity very often, and I was going for it.

"You sure Dylan won't mind. I mean, you said he's into me."

"That dude?" Jordan said with a smile, "He once offered me his boyfriend
without even asking the guy. He's the kind of guy that thinks sharing is
caring. If you don't suck it now, he'll make you suck it later. Trust me,
it's part of the deal with him."

"What? He'll pass me around." I said, momentarily uninterested in Jordan's
dick.

"Not like that, but he expects his guys to worship him. He likes to be
totally in control. Like I said, he's a demanding boyfriend. You'll like
it. I can already tell with you. A lot of guys think they want a guy like
Dylan, but freak out when they get it. You're the opposite. You didn't know
you wanted someone like him, and you're a little afraid, but he's going to
make you his boy and you're going to love it."

"You think?"

"I know. And I'm going to love it too. Having a guy like you around the
apartment will be good for both of us."

"Not sure I'm ready for that, man."

"Liar. I would think a hot guy like you would have spent a lot of time
slutting it up when he was young."

"I kind of figured myself out later."

"So, this is your chance to fuck around with a bunch of hot young dudes. I
mean, look at me, I'm practically offering you my cock and my body. You can
do, like, anything you want. All you got to do is take it."

I blushed, but couldn't help but staring at his body. The tufts of hair
between his ass cheeks and under his pits, his perfect fucking pecs with
pert dime-sized nipples, and his massive cock bouncing with his heartbeat.

"You're serious? I always feel like you and Dylan are joking, but you're
serious, right?"

"Dead serious. And I bet I know exactly what you want too. I can read you
like a book."

He leaned back against the dry wood and lifted both of his legs. He kept
pulling them up, his soft cock dangling over his balls, until his furry
asshole came into view. The fur was matted with sweat and he stared
straight at me. He was right. He'd read me like a book.

"You're an ass man, right." He said grinning, "I saw the bulge in your
shorts after I squatted. Gotta tell you dude, there's not much that I love
more than a tongue on my asshole, and most chicks aren't into that."

He slapped the inside of his thigh and then grinned again, "I'm not asking,
bro."

I was still in shock, literally stuck in place, and then I snapped out of
it and dropped to my knees. I was about five feet away from him, and I
suddenly realized that I was going to have to crawl across the sauna. I
considered getting back up, but figured that it was useless and started to
make the trip. Jordan laughed and said, "Fuck this is going to be
good. Dylan said you're an awesome lay and I can already tell it's true."

For a second I was stoked that Dylan had been pleased with his blow-job,
then I closed in on Jordan's hole. I stared at it, the dark red circle, the
thick dark hair, his ample balls hanging loose because of the heat. I
pushed my mouth in and started to lick at him.

Instantly the smell of his body, his taint, and his nuts, overwhelmed
me. His balls pressed into my forehead and the skin stuck against mine. I
darted my tongue around his hole, licking up every drop of sweat that I
could find. Then I mashed my face into his crotch, rubbing all of my skin
and hair against his junk. I knew Jordan was enjoying it because he grabbed
onto the back of my skull and pulled me into his body.

"Oh fuck yes, dude. You were hungry, huh?"

I pulled away and nodded at him. He stuck a finger in my mouth and pulled
it open. He leaned over me, drooled a little bit and then sucked it back
into his mouth, You want it?" I opened my mouth fully and he spit straight
into it. Then he pushed my face back between his legs.

As I ate this hunk's sweaty ass, my body overwhelmed by the heat of the
sauna, sweat poured down my forehead. Jordan wrapped his legs around my
skull and pulled me in, smothering me with his body. He gripped me firmly
and I felt his massive quads bulge and smash my head. He'd clearly learned
something from Dylan. He was just as dominant and seemed to enjoy taking
charge.

He unwrapped his legs and stood up. He walked over to the door and locked
it quickly. Then he walked back to me. I was seated on one bench, my back
leaning against the wood of the next bench up. Jordan climbed over me and
started to squat down. The last thing I saw before his butt pushed into my
face were his huge balls and uncut dick hanging down over my mouth.

"Lick my asshole, bro." Jordan growled, Then he grabbed one of the hands I
had on his leg and pushed it between my legs, "Jerk yourself off while you
do it. Show me how much you like making me feel good. Show me how much my
asshole turns you on."

I started to jerk off and as I did, Jordan pressed his ass down against my
face. The bench bit into my back, but I ignored the pain as I licked at his
taint and the back of his balls. He groaned loudly, and his dick was
getting hard. Every so often, as he moved around, I could feel his hard
cock bounce against my chest. I wished there was a camera in the sauna so
that I could see how he looked, straddling my skull with his beautiful
body, handsome face, and hard leaking cock.

Jordan stepped up and stood over me, his feet on either side of my body. I
looked upward, across his thick, hairy legs, toward his cock, assuming that
it was coming next. His dick was flat against his belly, and the tip was
shiny. I swore that I could see a glimmer of precum dripping from it in the
half light of the sauna. His skin was shiny and lines of sweat ran down his
chest. This was the dirtiest sex I'd ever had, and I was insanely turned
on. I wanted to spend the rest of the day licking every inch of this man's
body.

"You're staring at me." Jordan said. "You weren't lying when you said you
weren't used to this. It's like you're in a trance."

I swallowed hard, but couldn't produce any words.

Jordan stepped down from the bench and stood in front of me. He grabbed my
hair and pulled me forward. I fell off the wooden bench onto my knees. My
face was now inches away from his groin. I could see the individual hairs
in his sweaty matted pubes.

"Stick out your tongue." he said.

I stuck it out and he pulled my face into his body. Yanking on my hair, he
lifted me up, dragging my tongue over his thighs, across his hip, up the
middle of his stomach, across his nipple, and then to his armpit. He
dropped his arm down around me, pinning my head between his ribs and his
triceps.

"Get in there man." he said, "Don't worry about embarrassing yourself
either. I know you're a slut and you're only going to turn me on."

Hearing those words freed me from any of my residual shame. I pushed into
his pit almost knocking him over. My whole body was getting covered with
his fresh sweat as our bodies slid against one another. Jordan ground back
against me. He was turned on and he wasn't afraid of a man's body. If the
guy really was straight, he had absolutely no hangups. He pressed his thigh
between my legs and into my cock. I ground into his hard quadriceps,
humping him as I licked along the muscled side of his body.

Suddenly Jordan stepped away from me. He took a step back and then sat down
on the bench. He spread his legs wide open, his balls resting on the bench
in his spread out scrotum, his dick pulsing against his stomach. He pulled
it away once and then let it slap against his body. He stretched out his
arms behind him and grinned.

"I like you on your knees like that," he said, "It's like you're my dog or
something. You wanna be my pup? How about that? You can be Dylan's bitch
but my dog."

I stared at him quizzically. "I'll do anything you want, dude. Just let me
get a taste of that cock."

"Bark for me."

"Seriously."

He laughed, "Yeah, seriously. Bark like a dog."

My face burned bright red. I'd done stupid things for dick before, but I'd
never humiliated myself like this. I realized all at once that this whole
afternoon had been about toying with me, getting me to think that I was
doing him a favor while he sat on my face and smothered me between his
legs. Jordan had been manhandling me for an hour and I was completely
oblivious to it. He was staring into my eyes when I figured it out, and I
swear that he could tell. The grin on his face went from a friendly to
something different. Still friendly, but a little aggressive and twisted.

He held his cock out in front of him and squeezed it. His foreskin slid
forward across the tip and a drop of precum oozed out. It oozed down onto
the floor.

I barked. And when Jordan smiled, I barked a couple of more times.

"Good boy." He said laughing. "Now get those thick lips onto my cock."

I ran over to him and took his dick into my mouth. He roughed up my hair
and scratched behind my ears. "You would make a good dog. You certainly
know how to play with a bone."

After that, he leaned back and stopped talking. For ten minutes I sucked
his cock as he slowly moved my mouth to whatever part of his body he wanted
it on. He had me suck on his balls for a solid two minutes, just rolling
them around in my mouth before he let me back on his cock. Occasionally he
groaned or let out a long moan, other than that, he stopped teasing me and
let me do my job.

"Alright bro, you ready to eat some bro nut?" Jordan said, Then he grabbed
my chin, "Dylan has brought home some seriously hot dudes, but you're a
fucking natural. You're not faking it. Close your mouth. I want to paint
your face."

He stood up and looked down at me. I put my hands on his huge thighs and
held on. He grabbed his cock and started to jack it while he grabbed my
skull with his free hand and pulled me into his balls. "Suck my nuts,
dude. Get them both in there."

I sucked his balls into my mouth and tongued his sack. He kept
straightening up, pulling on his nuts until they popped out of my
mouth. Then he'd squat back down and feed them to me. I listened as his
hand glided over his cock and he made soft grunting sounds. Then he leaned
back and pushed my head away.

I gazed up at him. He ran one hand through his hair and then put it behind
his neck. His whole body lengthened and his muscles bulged. I opened my
mouth. I didn't need to be asked. I would have done just about anything at
that point to get a taste of his load. He kept his dick about six inches
over my head as he beat off. Then his glans swelled and I quickly closed my
eyes.

I felt the hot ropes of cum splash across my face. He grunted and sighed as
his nut splashed onto my cheeks. The massive amount of cum started to run
off my cheeks before he finished. Finally, I felt his cock on my tongue and
I wrapped my lips around his glans. I licked up my first drop of his semen,
what turned out to be the first taste of something that I would practically
live off of for the next few months. It was salty and chunky. I sucked
every drop out of his cock before he pulled his dick out of my mouth, and I
opened my eyes.

Jordan already had his phone out. He smiled at me, "Dylan's gotta see
this." He said. He took a few picks and then he reached down and rubbed the
gobs of nut all over my face. His hand was huge,and I stuck out my tongue
to lick his palm while he did it.

"And another one," he said as he took another shot. Then he pushed the cum
up into my hair and styled it a little, "You almost look like me."

When he was done, he made me eat the rest of his semen off of each of his
fingers, one by one. He was slow and almost friendly while he made me clean
his hand. When he was finished, he walked back to the door and unlocked it.

"It fucking reeks like cum in here. Better take off before someone else
comes in." He reached down toward me and slipped his hand behind my neck.
He caressed me for a minute and I leaned back into his big paw, then he
pulled me forward. My face landed right in his sweaty crotch. "Man, Dylan
hit the jackpot when he decided on you. I'll text you soon."

Then he left. My phone buzzed right after. It was a message from Dylan
which consisted entirely of smiley face emojis and the word slut. I sighed
and smiled at myself as I savored the last of Jordan's cum. I figured that
if I was going to be ashamed of something, it might as well be this.


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