Date: Thu, 1 Oct 1998 23:17:41 EST From: EBayBarber <EBayBarber@aol.com> Subject: Training Greg Training Greg copyright 1998 Chapter 16 "Do you want to go dancing?" I suggested. "I know a place with good sandwiches and a couple of dance floors." "I haven't been dancing in years," Steve said, "Since I was married. Sure!" "Let's get dressed," I told him as I turned off the water in the shower. "I have some clothes you can wear which will make you look really hot." I grabbed a towel and headed out of the bathroom. I had some stuff which belonged to a former lover which I thought would fit Steve. Steve followed me into another bedroom, where I found what I was looking for. I handed him a pair of tight leather pants, some dark purple boots, and a dark purple silk shirt. The shirt had puffy sleeves and laced up the front from mid-chest to neck. "What size shoes do you wear?" I asked. "Nine," Steve replied. "These are nine and a half. I have thick socks which should probably fill the space. You'd better put the socks on first, and then the pants/" Steve rooted through his clothes and picked up his underwear. "No underwear," I told him. With that, I turned and got something from my dresser and handed it to him. "What's that?" Steve asked. Oh, these naïve "straight" boys." "It's a cock ring. It'll give you and even better basket. Let me put it on you," I told Steve. I took back the cock ring, which was made of soft rubber, but wider on one side to push the balls out. I knelt before Steve and worked his balls through the ring. Holding the ring open, I bent his cock and forced the head through the ring, then stretched it and worked the rest of his cock through. Then I turned the ring to give Steve maximum thrust, shall we say. Because of his build, it made his cock and balls jut way out. "How does it feel?" I asked. "Strange," was the reply. "Just so it doesn't bite into the skin," I told Steve. "It doesn't." "Well, then, lets get the pants on you," I said, handing him the leathers. I knew they'd be tight, and we worked to get the leather pants up Steve's legs. At one point I went into the bathroom and came back with some unscented talcum powder (Always use unscented.) The talc helped, just like when you're getting on an un-coated wet suit. Steve stood up to do up the crotch. The crotch on these pants was kind of interesting; it consisted of a flap of material in the middle, and lacing instead of a zipper or buttons. That, combined with the cock ring, made Steve look really well hung. Then he realized he hadn't put on his shirt (I think he realized it when I started attacking his tits with my tongue), so he had to undo the laces to tuck the shirt in. The shirt fit him well; the sleeves billowing nicely, and the laces tightening the chest enough to show if off. I had to help Steve get the boots on, which actually fit comfortably. They matched the shirt perfectly, as I knew they would. Only then did I start getting dressed. I put on boot socks, also, then a pair of really soft leather shorts. Just before I pulled them up all the way Steve grabbed my crotch. "Do you have another cock ring?" he asked. Instead of a cock ring, I handed him a three-part cock and ball spreader. He looked at it, puzzled, so I had to describe how to put it on me. I told him to do the ball- stretcher first (well, it would stretch someone's balls who wasn't used to it; the three-inch stretcher fit comfortable on my sac. Then Steve fitted the strap around my cock and snapped it shut. Steve reached between my legs to find the ball spreader. He started tickling my ass and balls, and I responded appropriately. He quickly snapped the spreader in place before once again engulfing my cock. When he had me sufficiently hard, he sat back, looking at his work, then moved to pull the shorts up. "If I'm going to stick out in front, so are you!" Steve told me. I pulled on my chaps over the leather shorts. The leather on my cock and balls made me stick out, but what could I say with the way Steve was looking hung? My shirt matched Steve's only it was white. My boots, however, were black. The chaps had an unusually feature, a pocket in back. Into it I stuck a pair of white handcuffs, something I had gotten on a trip to Germany. The white matched my shirt and contrasted neatly, I thought, with the black chaps. I asked if he was ready, and he replied, "Sure!" I don't know if it was the high from the great dive, or the great shave, or testosterone which had flowed freely in the shower, or the excitement of the unknown, whatever it was, Steve looked primed. And hot! The bar was, as I had expected, packed. I paid the cover charge for both of us, and led Steve in. I yelled over my shoulder-for yelling was the only way to be heard in that din-"Stay close by. I don't want to lose you!" I needn't have worried, I don't think Steve wanted to be lost. He hung close on my tail-literally-holding on to the back of my chaps, with a couple of fingers on the inside. When I slowed down, he didn't remove them, instead he started wiggling them back and forth, and even down my backside a little, rubbing one up and down the top inch or so of my crack. The boy was a fast learner! We shouldered our way towards the bar, then waited for a spot to open up. After a couple of minutes it did, and I ordered us beers. We drank them down quickly. I ordered us a couple more; these we took and moved away from the bar to let in some other guys. We worked our way to the side of the room. Only then did I turn around to look over the crowd. The crowd was hot. Everywhere I looked I saw someone whom I, proverbially, "would not kick out of bed." The room was hot, too; the air conditioning couldn't possibly keep up with the crowd, so a lot of guys on the dance floor had their shirts off. They looked great-the ones with muscles-their chests gleaming as they writhed to the music. And the din! The band was loud, but not oppressively loud, unless most bars. It was the sheer number of men talking, cruising, dancing, that made the place so loud. I looked at Steve, who grinned back at me. I noticed he'd also been looking around, checking out the men. Now, they say that straight men will check out other men, comparing themselves, posturing, so to speak. I'm not sure straight men check out other men and lick their lips while doing it. Steve had. Methinks he was not as straight as he'd advertised! Steve and I had both finished our second beers, so I asked him if he wanted to dance. He said, "Sure"-no need to yell since the band had let up for a minute, and the crowd, too, had seemed to have quieted down. I took him by the hand and lead him to the dance floor. We got there about the time the band started its next song. We started off slowly, then soon got into the rhythm as the band pounded out its song. At times Steve and I had space between us as we, too, writhed, stomped, turned, wiggled our asses. At other times the crowd forced us together, and we danced chest to chest, crotch to crotch. I could feel Steve's cock and balls against my crotch, pressing, rubbing, making love. Even when the crowd let up, and we could have moved away, Steve stayed close, his crotch glued to mine. Impulsively I leaned forward to give him a kiss. Steve, in turn, put his arms on my shoulders and dragged me closer. He pressed his lips to mine, then opened his mouth and poked his tongue forward. As we kissed, my hands, having nothing better to do, found themselves resting on Steve's tight butt, kneading and playing. We came up for air, then went at it again, kissing, grinding, and writhing. The song let up, and we stood there, hand in hand, waiting for the next one to start. I leaned forward and started running my hand up and down Steve's crotch. His cock responded, and soon his leather pants showed the outline of his rock-hard member. Not to be outdone, Steve leaned forward and started playing with my balls. He knew the ball stretcher would keep them stretched and available-but of course, why do you think I wear the thing? The music started up again, and we started dancing. After a couple of minutes, I could tell Steve was hot. The sweat had formed at his brow, and periodically he reached up to wipe his forehead. I reached forward and took hold of the laces at his neck. I started undoing them, even as we moved in time to the music. Steve got the hint, and reached out to undo the laces holding my shirt closed. I moved forward, again rubbing my crotch to his, and reached behind him to untuck his shirt. The back came out first, and I savored every moment as I brought my hands forward, around each side of him, untucking the shirt all the way around. I waited a moment as Steve finished unlacing my shirt and then untucking it all the way around. Steve actually took the initiative and put his hands under my shirt at the front, pushing it upward. When he reach my tits, he stopped, taking time to give each of them a quick squeeze. I helped him get my shirt off. I took it, and stuck one end under the lacing holding the back of my chaps closed. I then moved forward and worked Steve's shirt off his chest. I hand it to him. As he was working out what to do with it-he finally stuck one end into the back of his pants at the back, I leaned forward to work on his chest. Only I used my tongue and teeth, quickly getting Steve's nipples to stick out nicely from his hot, sweaty chest. Steve grinned, finally pushing my head away. I noticed that his crotch stuck out further, if that was possible. After an hour, and a couple of beers each, which we had quickly sweated out, we were ready to go-primed from the diving, the beer, the dancing, the sexual energy of the crowd, the thought of the rest of the evening. As we left the bar, Steve reached behind him to grab his shirt. "Leave it off," I told him, "It's a nice evening." If he left his shirt off, it would also mean I'd be able to play with his chest on the ride home. He did, and I did. We got back to my house, and decided we needed to shower. I helped Steve take his boots off-phew!-then helped peel his tight leather pants off. He returned the favor, leaving me in just my leather shorts. He started to knead my cock and balls through the leather. I was soon hard, but Steve kept on playing. Finally he had had his fun, and allowed me to take off the shorts. My rock hard cock pointed its nose at him. "Don't point that thing at me unless you intend to use it!" Steve told me. "Have no fear," I retorted, "I do intend to use it. Now let's go get wet." On the way to the shower I took off the ball stretcher, and Steve took off his cock ring. Just that bit of touching made Steve's cock hard, he was that horny. I grabbed a bottle of lubricant and a couple of rubbers; I had plans for the shower. Steve turned on the water and adjusted the temperature while I went to get a couple of more towels. Steve was all soaped up by the time I stepped into the shower. His smooth cock and balls look so inviting, I couldn't help but start rubbing them (I was only trying to help make sure they were clean!) I got behind Steve and soaped up his shoulders, then started massaging them. Steve melted in my hands as I worked the knots out of his back. While I was at it, I soaped up his ass and played with his crack, but stayed clear of his hole; there was time for that later. I turned Steve around, only to find a squeaky-clean body and a cock ready for a mouth. What could I do? I knelt and began sucking. After a little bit of this foreplay, I stood up. Steve looked at me. "I'm still sweaty," I told him as I began lathering up my chest. Steve helped, and my body, front and back, was soon clean. While Steve was working on my front-I soon had very clean tits, I made sure my crack and innards were well soaped and clean. I knelt again before Steve and took him into my mouth. When he was quite hard, and well along on his way, I stood up and reached for one of the condoms which I had so thoughtfully brought into the shower with me. I put a drop of lube on the tip of Steve's cock, then unrolled the rubber down its length. I poured some lube into my hand, and worked it into my crack, then into my hole. I turned my back on Steve, then called over my shoulder, "Go for it." Steve hesitated a moment; this was the final sexual frontier for him. Well, almost; the final one would come shortly, when it was my turn. Steve moved closer; his cock brushed my ass, I felt behind me, grabbed Steve's cock, and positioned it. "Press forward," I told him, as I aimed his arrow at the target. Bull's eye! I felt Steve's cock enter my hole. Steve stopped, trying to get used to the sensation. He then pressed forward; maybe half of his cock was in me. As Steve's cock was not huge around, it did not hurt me, even though I am usually the one doing the fucking, not the one getting fucked. Finally I could stand it no more, so I backed up, backing Steve against the wall of the shower. Steve's cock had no place to go except up me, and that it did. I felt Steve's balls against my ass, and knew he was in all the way. "Come with me," I told him, as we waddled across the shower. Steve had his arms on my shoulders and followed. I braced myself against the wall of the shower, the told him, "Go for it. Nice and easy; use slow stroked, pulling out almost all the way before coming back in." Hell, if I'm teaching someone how to fuck me, I may as well teach him how I like to be fucked. Steve pulled out, then slowly pressed forward. And again out, and again slowly forward. He seemed to like the feeling-I'm sure I was tighter than any cunt he'd ever fucked. After a couple of minutes of nice, easy fucking, I told him, "Now speed up just a little. And try to find my sweet spot." Steve started fucking me faster, and trying moving his cock around inside me. Bingo! Steve must have noticed he'd struck pay dirt; I'm sure he felt my ass muscles tightened around his cock as his cock massaged my prostate. He moved around, trying to find that magical spot again. He did! He adjusted his body, and soon was sending sparks up my ass with just about every thrust. If I wasn't careful, I'd cum without getting a chance to fuck him! "Faster, now." I told him. "Do what feels good." Steve quickened his pace. His breathing got harsher. His hands, which had simply been resting on my shoulders, started digging in. His hips started banging against the back of my thighs, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper. I could almost feel his balls contract, getting pulled into his body as he got closer to shooting. At last Steve gave out a shout, almost like he'd been holding his breath, then clung to me as he came. Five times he thrust against me; five times I felt his cock swell as sperm forced its way out. At last Steve was spent, and he stood there, holding onto me, gasping, trying to catch his breath. Finally he was able to speak. "Wow!" was his one-word comment. "Now take hold of the base of the rubber," I told Steve, "And hold it flat against you as you pull out." Steve did as I told him, then stood there dumbly looking at the used condom. I opened the shower door and pointed at the trash can under the sink. I pointed, and he tossed it in. Chapter 17 I closed the shower door, then turned to face Steve. I held him against me. "That was at least as good as a woman," he said. "Probably better!" I rubbed his back as I held him. I could feel the occasional drip on my leg as the final cum leaked from Steve's cock. After a minute or two, I picked up the soap and reached behind me. My asshole was soon clean of the lube. I then took hold of Steve's still-sensitive cock, and careful washed it and his balls. Steve still stood there, as if trying to figure it all out. "My turn?" I asked. Steve turned to me. "Oh, sure," he said. "Are you sure?" I asked. "You don't have to if you don't want to," I added. "But I do want to," Steve insisted. "I saw you jumping as you got fucked, and I want to see what it feels like. But do be gentle; you do have a lot to get up there." Flattery will get you somewhere; I'm not large, only seven inches or so, and not huge around, but of course if you've never been fucked, even a hot dog would feel large. I told Steve, "I'll be gentle. And I'll do it right. Let's get out of the shower." With that I turned off the water, then reach out of the shower and grabbed the towels. Steve and I were soon dry, and I led him out of the bathroom and over to the bed. I told him to lie down on his back. I knelt at between Steve's spread feet. At hand were a couple of condoms, some lube, and a hand towel. I started sucking on Steve's balls. Steve's cock reacted predictably. I started playing with it with one hand. With the other I opened the bottle of lube and got some on my fingers. I started running my fingers around Steve's crack, circling closer and closer to his hole. I continued my efforts on Steve's balls, my tongue massaging and tickling them. I lubed my fingers up again, and went back to his crack. My middle finger entered his hole with little effort; Steve hardly caught his breath at the foreign feel between his legs. I pushed my finger in further. Steve felt that; his body twitched and I felt his muscles tighten around my finger. I continued massaging his prostate, then slowly worked my finger out of his hole. Next I inserted two fingers. Again there was scarcely a reaction until I hit that magical spot. Even with three fingers Steve did not complain. I figured he was either naturally loose, or naturally had great muscle control. Whatever; he was about as primed as I could make him. My own cock, in the meantime, had also reacted predictably-when I suck on someone's balls, I don't know who gets hard faster! I put a dab of lube on the end of my cock, ripped open a condom package, and quickly unrolled the protection down the length of my cock. I lubed the rubber thoroughly, then moved myself forward and positioned my cock appropriately (if you don't know what is "appropriate" at this point, maybe you shouldn't be reading this story!) Steve felt my cock on his ass, and started tightening. "Try to relax," I told him. "It will hurt a little, at first. If it hurts too much, tell me and I'll stop. This is supposed to be pleasurable for both of us. In fact, lots of guys would think you're in the spot that's more fun!" While Steve was trying to digest that, I pushed forward. Surprising, I met no resistance until my cock was in maybe four inches. Then it was as if I'd hit a wall. I leaned forward and positioned my arms on either side of Steve's body. I bent my head forward and started licking on one of Steve's tits. I balanced myself precariously and started playing with the other tit. Soon I could feel the 'I'm horny' signal being sent from Steve's tits to his ass. My cock eased forward, and, voila, I was in! I rested for a moment, trying to remember where exactly Steve's sweet-spot was. I pulled out slightly, aimed, and pressed forward. Steve jumped and gasped; I guess I found it! With his jumping, he tightened his muscles around my cock, giving me pleasure as I pleasured him Again and again I pulled out, aimed, and struck! Again and again Steve writhed as I assaulted his prostate. Again and again I felt the pleasant tightening around my cock. Pretty soon we had the rhythm and writhing down to a science. After scant minutes, I felt myself getting close. This was good for Steve, I doubt he could have taken much more pleasure. I felt my balls tightening up. I felt Steve's balls tightening up, also. Then I was off! I could feel my cock thickening as the semen forced its way up my cock and into the safety net (well, let's hope it had fewer holes than a net!) The sudden pressure from the thickening of my cock set Steve off; I could feel the sticky mess between Steve's and my bellies as we came in unison. Alas, it was over too soon. I leaned forward, resting my chest against Steve's as we both caught our breaths. I recovered first, and sat up, my cock still impaled in Steve's ass. I reached down and carefully pulled my cock with its rubber sheath from Steve's ass. It hardly wanted to let go, but at last I sat back, looking down on Steve, who positively glowed from the pleasure of our sex. Impulsively I leaned down, one hand still holding the condom on my cock, and gave Steve a kiss on the lips. Steve responded, even leaning up to wrap an arm around my neck to hold my lips against his as we completed what was-for him-his first deep kiss with another man. I unfolded myself from his arms, and got up to dispose of my used condom (some parts of sex are less glamorous than others. I cleaned myself off in the bathroom, and came back into the bedroom with a couple of towels and moist washcloths. I gently wiped the cum off Steve's chest, then moved lower, caressing Steve's still-sensitive cock and balls as I wiped off the evidence of our sex. I spent more time and effort wiping the lube and man-juices from Steve's crack and hole. I disposed of the towels, then came back into bedroom and looked back at Steve, who lay there eyeing me. "Well?" I asked him. "Well," was his response. I took that as a good sign. I didn't expect him to switch was straight to gay all at once, or even, necessarily to switch at all. I had fun, and Steve had apparently had fun. If he ever wanted to do it again, whatever 'it' was, well, I'd be happy to! I looked at the clock and said, "It's getting late. Do you want to stay over? I should warn you that Greg is coming over tomorrow at ten so that we can go work out. You could stay and be gone by then, if you didn't want him to see you here." At this point I grinned wickedly, "Or, I could show you how I'm training him. Put him through his paces for you." Steve thought before speaking. If Greg saw him there, he'd know Steve had spent the night. On the other hand, Steve would see Greg. On the third hand, so what? "Sure," he said, "I'll stay. I'm not sure I'm in any condition to drive. I think this"-at this point he took hold of my cock and started wiggling it-"has worn me out!" We got up and went into the bathroom. I gave Steve a wrapped toothbrush-I keep a bunch just for such occasions-and left him to get some guest towels and a pillow, and to set the lights and alarms. I turned down the covers and put the guest pillow in place. I turned to find Steve watching and waiting for me to finish my own tasks-which I soon did. I pointed toward one side of the bed and told him to get in. Before I turned off the light, I set the alarm so we'd be up before Greg arrived. I then turned off the light and crawled under the covers. I found Steve on his side facing me. I moved closer, so we were chest to chest, crotch to crotch. I moved my head forward and kissed him. "Good night," I said. Steve returned the kiss "Good night, yourself," he replied. "And thank you for a fun evening." Then he bent his head down, under the covers, and kissed my cock, then each of my balls. "And thank you three for a fun evening!" I could almost see him grinning in the darkness as his head popped up above the covers. He turned over, and I could soon hear his gentle snores as I lay there thinking about him, Greg, and the rest of the weekend to come. Chapter 18 We got up Sunday morning when the alarm went off. Steve took a shower while I made coffee and a huge batch of fresh biscuits and popped them into the oven. Steve came out of the shower, and I couldn't help but pounce on him and lick his chest, shaved cock and balls. After we'd tousled for a couple of minutes, I let him up (well, actually, he let me up, since he's stronger than I am and by them was on top, chewing on my tits). Steve got dressed, and I left him in the living room drinking coffee and reading the Sunday papers while I went to take my own shower. While Steve set the kitchen table for three, I finished getting breakfast ready (squeezing fresh orange juice, setting out honey, margarine, three kinds of jelly, some sliced meat and cheese). By then the rolls were almost ready, so I turned them on low to await Greg's arrival. Since it was nigh ten, I expected the doorbell to ring at any moment; I knew Greg would not be late. I was right; the doorbell rang at a couple of minutes to ten. I opened it, and let Greg in. He had learned his lesson from yesterday; he was wearing shorts, not gym trunks, and a polo shirt. I closed the door, hugged him good morning, then told him to change and join us in the kitchen for breakfast. If he noticed the 'us'-for surely he thought we'd be alone-he didn't say anything. Like a good boy, he just left for the bedroom to get undressed. Presently, Greg walked into the kitchen naked but for the ball stretcher and weights dangling down. He stood in the doorway and stared-in shock, I guess- at his co-worker Steve sitting there drinking coffee. Steve looked up and with perfect aplomb, turned and said, "Good morning, Greg. How are you?" Greg stared at him. I looked at Greg and growled, "He asked you a question.. Now answer him." Greg looked abashed and said, "Fine, Steve. I just didn't expect to see you here." Steve said, "We went diving last night, then dancing, then it got to be late and I stayed over. It turns out we all belong to the same gym, so Ian suggested I join you." I said to Greg, "Come here and let's have a look at you." Greg came closer. I could see the black hairs already starting to show on his chest-that's one major problem with black hair on a fair body. I took hold of the ball weights and hefted them in my hand, letting them fall with a jerk. Greg took it like a man-he knew better than to say anything. I knew Greg felt a little uneasy standing in the kitchen naked and shaved. I couldn't do anything about the naked, since Greg wasn't allowed to wear clothing in the house and I was. But I could make him feel more comfortable about not having any hair. I dropped my shorts and underwear and said to Greg, "Check it out. Now I'm shaved just like you are." Greg looked at me, but did not move. "I told you to check it out," I said. "Do it." Then I added, "With your tongue, not your hand," as Greg reached for my crotch. Greg knelt and put his face close to my shaved belly. He knew Steve was watching. I stood there, waiting. Greg then leaned forward and sort of sniffed my belly, then stuck out a tentative tongue. After a couple of licks, he moved downward and started sucking on my hairless cock. "Now my balls," I told him. Greg stopped licking my cock, then started working on my balls. After a couple of minutes, I pulled Greg's hair back from my balls and rock- hard cock, and said, "You can explore more, later. But right now, we've been ignoring our guest." With that, I glanced at Steve. Steve stood up, and with an amused smirk on his face, dropped his shorts and underwear. I looked at Greg, then nodded my head in Steve's direction. Greg got the hint, and scooted across the floor in Steve's direction. Yet he hesitated there before taking the plunge. "Do it," I told him. And "do it" he did. Greg licked Steve's smooth cock and sucked on his smooth balls. Steve soon had a raging hard-on which kept poking Greg in the face as he sucked on and licked Steve's balls. My stomach started rumbling, so I decided it was time to eat. I pulled up my underwear and shorts, then went and got the rolls from the oven. I looked over at Greg, who was still "doing it." "Enough," I told him, "It's time to eat." I set the food on the table, poured coffee for Greg, refilled Steve's and my cups, then sat down. By then Greg had stood up, awaiting my next command, and Steve and pulled up his underwear and shorts, and sat down at the breakfast table and taken a roll for himself. "Greg, please join us," I said, pleased o myself that he had waited for my signal before sitting. Greg sat, and the three of us enjoyed a most pleasant breakfast. When we were done, I said to Greg, "You can either do the dishes or help Steve clean my scuba gear. Since I'm a nice guy, I'll let you decide." Greg said, "I'll help Steve with the scuba gear." I guess he figured if he went outside, he'd get to put on clothes. He figured wrong-my backyard is enclosed by a high fence and nobody can look in. I told him, "You can put on sneakers when you go out. Steve will tell you what needs to be done. And you'd better follow his orders like you'd follow mine." Greg followed Steve through the door to the garage, and on out back to where we'd left the dive gear soaking overnight. In the meantime I did the dishes, which pretty much consisted of rinsing them and putting them in the dishwasher. I then got my gym gear ready. Last, but certainly not least, I got out a couple pairs of plastic gloves, and the couple of bottles of Nair I'd had around for a while. I decided I was too lazy to shave Greg but wanted him smooth. The Nair would burn a little, especially on Greg's balls, but, "Who cares?" It's only Greg. After a few minutes, Steve and Greg came back in. Steve looked rather cheerful. Greg looked a little grim. I looked closer, and saw an extra two- pound dive weight hanging from Greg's balls. Added to the five pounds I had put there, Greg now swung seven pounds from his sac. Not a huge amount, but enough to be a bit uncomfortable until his balls got used to it, say, in a week or two. Until then, he'd remember whatever he'd done to make Steve add the weights. "Follow me," I told Greg. He and Steve followed me into the bedroom. I guess he expected me to take the extra weights off. I did, but first I picked up a different two-pound weight and clip which matched the original five pounds I'd put on him. "This will hang a little more evenly," I told him. "I don't want to know what you did; if Steve added the weights then I guess you deserved it. But first, I want to try an experiment." I lead the two of them into the bathroom. I started taking my clothes off, and told Steve to do likewise. He did, and soon three shaved, and mostly hairless guys were getting into the shower stall. Just before I closed the door, I took the ball weights from Greg's sac. I then took off the ball stretcher. As long as I had Greg's balls in my hand, I started squeezing them, and running them through my hand. As I did this, I picked up a pair of the plastic gloves and told Steve to put them on. After Steve had the gloves on, I asked him to take care of Greg's balls while I put my gloves on. I think he played a bit more roughly than I did; I heard Greg gasping and saw him wincing a couple of times. I picked up a bottle of Nair and handed it to Steve. I also handed him a small and somewhat soft scrub brush. I took the other bottle of Nair and another scrub brush in hand. "Here's the deal," I said. "Your hair is showing"-this I said to Greg-"and you need to be punished for whatever you did to Steve." Greg started to protest, so I added, "The extra weights, which you'll keep on, were Steve's punishment for you. This is my punishment." With that I picked up the bottle of Nair, opened it, and squirted some onto Grege's arm, which had only been lightly shaved. I started spreading the Nair around, then scrubbing it in with the scrub brush. Steve got the hint, and was soon de-hairing Greg's other arm. I moved on to Greg's chest, which was soon covered in a layer of Nair. I scrubbed hard, making sure Greg wouldn't forget for a while. Steve, in the meantime, moved on to Greg's back. "What about his ass?" Steve asked. "You can do it, or you can do his front," I replied. Steve started working his way downward. "Spread your legs!" I ordered, so Steve could work the scrub brush well into Greg's crack. I had worked my way down Greg's chest, and was merrily Nairing and scrubbing Greg's belly and shaved crotch. "Do his legs," I told Steve, "While I do his cock and balls." Steve knelt and started spreading the Nair of Greg's still-spread legs. I, in the meantime, had covered Greg's balls and cock with a thick layer of Nair, and was having a most delightful time scrubbing it in. I moved the brush behind Greg's balls, making sure to spread the Nair in the cleft leading to Greg's ass crack. Steve soon finished Greg's legs, and stood up. We gazed at Greg, admiring our work. "Greg," I said, "I want you to show Steve your appreciation for helping to remove the hair which you don't deserve to have. On your knees." Greg started kneeling in front of Steve. "Here's the deal," I told him. "As soon as you've gotten him off, you can get up and take a shower to wash off the Nair. Now, have at it!" With that, Greg leaned forward and took Steve's cock in his mouth. It soon hardened. I stood there watching, as amused as Steve apparently was by the smirk on his face. "You'd better not get any Nair on Steve," I reminded Greg. He moved a bit more cautiously as he sucked. "Work on his balls," I suggested, "Steve likes that." He did-I'd seen that last night, but knew it would do little to make him cum. After a few minutes of that, I told Greg he could go back to Steve's cock, which by then had started leaking. "Lick it," I told him, "like a lollipop." Greg took hold of the base of Steve's cock, and started running his tongue from the base to the tip. Steve like that, too, apparently; his cock started dripping more pre-cum. I was tired of standing there, and knew the Nair had done its work. "Finish him off," I said. Easier said than done; it took almost another ten minutes of sucking and licking and cajoling before I heard Steve gasping and saw his balls tighten up. He twitched perhaps four times, then started spewing his juice into Greg's mouth. Greg kept sucking, and Steve at last put his hand on Greg's forehead and pushed it away. Greg stood up, and stood there looking at me. "Please, Sir," he begged, "It's burning and I got Steve off." "Thank Steve for letting you suck his cock," I said, "and for feeding you his cum. Then you can scrub off the Nair." I emphasized the "scrub." Greg turned to Steve and said, "Thanks, Steve-uh-Sir for letting me suck your cock and for letting me drink you cum." Greg then turned to me, and I pointed at the shower knobs. I also handed Greg one of the scrub brushes Steve and I'd used to scrub the Nair into his skin. Greg stood under the water, then winced as he realized the Nair had made him ultra-sensitive to the warm water. He turned down the temperature, got back under, and started rinsing away the Nair. "Scrub," I roared, "If you don't want us to do it!" Greg scrubbed, and burnt hairs started running off his body and towards the drain. Soon his arms were rinsed, and hairless. I took a scrub brush and scrubbed Greg's back. Steve reached for the scrub brush in Greg's hand. Greg reluctantly handed it to him, and Steve started working on Greg's chest, then belly, then crotch, then cock and balls. Soon we had a completely clean, and completely smooth, Greg on our hands. I motioned Steve to use the shower, and he rinsed off any Nair which had sprayed on him. I followed. After I turned off the water, I led the guys out of the shower. I handed them towels, and we dried off. I then headed back to the bedroom, where I picked up a camera and a small tripod. I then led Steve and Greg into the living room. "I want some pictures to remember this by," I told them. I directed them to sit on the couch, close together but with legs spread. I snapped a shot. "Now put your hand on Steve's cock," I told Greg. Snap, and I had another good shot. I attached the camera to the tripod, and aimed it at Greg. "I'm going to sit down, and you're going to take hold of my cock also." With that, I pressed the timer, ran to the couch, sat down, and spread my legs. Greg took hold of my cock, and we sat there, Steve and me grinning, as the flash went off and I got another great shot. "I want to take a couple," Steve said. He stood up and detached the camera from the tripod. "On your knees in front of Ian," Steve told Greg. Greg looked at me. I nodded. Greg slowly got off the couch and onto the floor in front of me. "Suck him," Steve said. Greg took my cock in his mouth. Steve waited until it had hardened, and Greg's cheeks were bulging before snapping a shot. "Now lick his balls." That got another snap shot. "Now lick under his balls." Greg picked up my balls and stuck his nose under them. "Way under," Steve said. I scooted down the couch so Greg could lick my perineum and almost to my ass hole. "Hold it!" Steve said, and snapped away. "Turn around and rest your elbows on the couch back," Steve told me. I smiled; I could see what was coming. I knelt on the couch, my knees on the cushion, and my elbows resting on the back. "Get behind him," Steve commanded Greg. When we was positioned where Steve wanted him, Steve told him, "Now spread his cheeks and stick your nose in there. You can lick if you want." I guess he didn't want, because all I felt up my ass was Greg's nose. Steve moved in and got a couple of good shots from the side, then a couple from underneath. I hoped they all came out! Steve soon tired of the game, and handed me the camera. I'm ready to go work out," he told me. I lead Steve and Greg back to the bedroom, where we got dressed and I got my gym bag. Chapter 19 I stopped, then looked at Greg sternly. "You forgot to put on your ball ring," I said. Greg looked at me, guiltily. "Sorry, Sir, Greg said, humbly, as he started undressing. Steve watched in amusement as Greg took off his shoes and pants, and fastened the ring around his balls. He almost laughed as he saw me pick up the key and toss it from hand to hand. "I should make you eat the key," I said, "Then get it back. Maybe that would be a good punishment." Greg looked at me in horror as he thought of the implications of swallowing the key and then retrieving it. "Maybe I'll just add a pound or two," I told him. "Now, if you're ready, let's get going." Greg and I got into my car. Steve said he wanted to drive separately, since he'd be leaving right after working out to do errands. As we drove, I reached over and absentmindedly played with Greg's tit. I felt it harden as I kneaded it between my fingers. Boy had Greg come a long way in just a couple of days. We got to the gym to find it almost empty. Greg carried my gym bag and his, and struggled to open the door and hold it for me. Guy, the trainer who'd helped me the last time-was that really just yesterday?-was standing near the front desk. He watched in amusement at Greg's attempts at servitude. Guy still looked hot, especially standing there will a tight spandex workout suit, tight enough that I could make out the outline of the jockstrap straining to cover an obviously large basket. Guy smiled at me, as we signed in. Guy asked if I was ready for another good workout. I said he could put the three of us through our paces. Then I asked, "Where is everyone?" Guy said, "There's a water leak, so there's no water. That means no showers and no Jacuzzi. So just about everyone's decided to take the day off. We're staying open until around 1:00, then closing down so they can rip up the floor to get to some pipe. So you have around an hour and a half for me to torture you guys." Then he barked, "Now go get dressed, you maggots!" We laughed and went running towards the locker room. He'd pay for calling us-well, anyway, me-a maggot, even in jest! The locker room was almost deserted. We found an empty locker and started getting undressed. As Steve and Greg stood there, naked and hairless, I started getting hard. Steve reached over and starting flicking a finger at the tip of my cock. "You like what you see, don't you?" I licked my lips, then pulled on my jock strap before things got too embarrassing. Then I turned to Greg. I reached for his balls, and started playing with them, cupping my hand beneath them and sort of slapping them. Greg winced, but didn't say anything. Good. Then I took hold of them and tightened my fist. Again Greg winced, but stood there taking it. I gave one final squeeze, then let go. I then looked up at him and smiled. I mouthed the words, "Good boy," and he returned my smile. At last we made our way onto the workout floor. Guy was standing there, trying to look stern, tapping his foot and glancing at the clock. "You're slow," he said. "Go do 20 minutes on the step machine. Maybe that will warm you up." Steve, Greg, and I made our way over to the row of machines and started stepping. Guy came over and adjusted the resistance. Each time any of us seemed to be getting used to the strain, Guy reached over and twisted the knob a little. By the end of 20 minutes even Steve, a runner, was panting a little. We started out with upper body exercises, the three of us rotating in and out. Guy kept careful watch, adjusting the weights to maximize our efforts. Once he lowered the weight for Steve. Before Steve could thank him, Guy said, "Now I want you to do another set of 12 with that weight." As Steve struggled, it was his fourth set on that machine, Guy encouraged him with, "Let's go, pussy, work it!" The gym had three benches, so we could all press together. Guy stood between Greg and me, encouraging us as we strained. For some reason, I've always hated bench presses, so I tired on them quickly. As I was started the sixth or seventh rep of only my second set, I saw Guy move, then felt a hand closing around my balls. "Push," Guy said, squeezing my balls in encouragement. You can bet I pushed! As I reached maximum and started lowering the weights, I felt Guy's hand relaxing. Then it tightened again, and Guy again said, "Push." His fist stopped squeezing only when my arms were fully extended, relaxing as I slowly lowered the bar. At last I finished that set and Guy removed his hand. I started to sit up. "Where do you think you're going, ass wipe?" Guy asked me. "You still have a third set to do." Somehow my balls and I survived that set and we were at last able to move onto another machine. Guy wasn't solely focused on me. Greg was a little slow on the Roman chair. Guy stood behind him and slapped at his balls to give Greg encouragement to move faster. Even Steve, who was in the best shape of the three of us, was immune from Guy's prodding. Head down on the inclined bench, doing flies, left Steve's nuts in the perfect position for Guy to grab them and offer incentive for Steve to work harder as HIS bete noir, an exercise needing upper body strength. Guy finished working our asses off, then said, "Now, go cool down with 20 minutes on the bicycle." He proceeded to tighten the resistance to ensure that the 20 minutes were anything but cooling. He knew the showers weren't working, maybe he was into sweat? Nah. He must have wanted us to get into shape. Or maybe he was a sadist. Or a Marine drill sergeant at heart. Finally we were finished riding. We stood there, panting, as Guy checked us out again and said what a fine work out we'd had. "Give me that kind of work out for six months," Guy said, "And I'd, well, I'd date any of you!" Then he blushed. He hastily looked at the clock, and said, "You'd better hurry and change. I'm supposed to lock up in a couple of minutes." I asked Guy, "Are you off now?" Guy said, "Yes, why?" "Do you want to come over for a beer?" I asked. "Sure," Guy said. "I'm not doing anything the rest of the afternoon." I wondered what he had in mind-a beer wouldn't take four or five hours. "I have to stop at home first, though. I just got a puppy and have to play with it. I've been gone all morning." Somehow this hunk of a man managed to look like a little boy as he smiled, thinking about his puppy. Guy went to lock up the front door of the gym as Steve, Greg, and I headed toward the locker room. We dawdled a bit, waiting to see if Guy would come in and change. Sure enough, he did. In fact, he grabbed his street clothes and moved them to the end of the row where our lockers were. He then sat down and started taking off his sneakers and socks. It was almost like he knew he was putting on a show for us. We chatted back and forth as we got undressed. Guy stood up and started walking towards us, still chatting away. As he walked, he started working the spandex suit off his shoulders and down his chest. I was right, he had almost no hair on his chest, and only a few sparse hairs below his navel. No bush poked out of the top of his jock as he lower his suit. God, he looked great! About then the three of us were all ready to take off our jocks. Guy stopped what he was doing and watched as we lowered the last bit of clothing. "Someone's handy with a razor," he commented, as three men stood there, with no chest hair and no pubes. "Guilty," I said, raising my hand. "And I'll show you how handy I am when we get back to my house," I added. "I have to make up for the workout you gave me." Guy stood there in his jock strap, grinning. I noticed he had not said "No you won't" at my threat to shave him. Guy turned around to go back to his clothes. I few wisps of hair poked out of his ass, showing between the straps of his jock strap. And what a lovely ass it was, the result of countless hours in the gym. When we were all dressed, Guy unlocked the front door and let us out. Greg and Steve moved on as I lingered behind to talk to Guy. "Wear some leather when you come over," I told him. "Put on a show for Greg." Guy said he would, then we said our good byes. Steve told Greg and me he'd see us at work the next day, then got into his car. I checked with Guy that he knew how to get to my house, then Greg and I got into my car. "Make sure you take showers before I get there," Guy called out. "I like my men clean and sweet!" Greg and I laughed as we took off for home.