Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2007 00:42:54 -0400
From: Ben Thornton <benchpressingstud@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mark

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Mark was a god. His large athletic frame and well-defined muscles
supplied him with lots of jealous stares at the gym. If Mark was a god,
then the gym was his temple. He could be found there at least four times
a week; a definite regular. And I, of all people can tell you all about
Mark. From the corner of the gym, I watch him lift the greasy free
weights. In the locker room, I beg to get just a glance of his package.
You could say that I'm almost obsessed with the guy. There's something
intoxicating about the air that pushes by me as he walks by--the smell of
a sweat on the bulging muscles, the aroma of his faint cologne with a
hint of unwashed cock. And then there's me. I'm nothing like Mark. I
have a slim build, with a decent muscular build--nothing to comment on. I
find myself in the gym in hopes that someday I will be able to have a
fraction of the aesthetic that Mark has. The gym is definitely an
intimidating place. The air is filled with years of perspiration from
hard-working men. The decor seems a bit industrial, but at the same time
mildly erotic. I find myself here as a way to get my mind to calm down.
After dealing with bitchy clients all day, it is nice to go and get some
frustration out.

I first noticed Mark when I attempted to bench press more than I could.
If it weren't for Mark, I might have ended up in a bad situation. But
just as disaster seemed evident, Mark, in a heroic manner lifted the
barbell from against my chest.

"Take it easy there buddy," he said. I glanced up at the sight of him.
He was wearing a white T-shirt that seemed to be tailored around his
build and a pair of athletic shorts that gave a hint at his impressive
manhood.

"Yeah, I guess I got more than I could handle," I replied quickly.
"Thanks," I said as I tried not to make direct eye contact.

"No problem, just be careful." His voice beckoned with masculinity. It
was both provocative and protective. As I watched Mark walk away, his
tight ass reflecting in his athletic shorts, I thought I would take it
easy and run some laps--something I could do without too much
embarrassment.

After my goal of four miles, I decided that I had exhausted myself enough
for the day. I walked into the locker room and splashed some cold water
on my face from the sink. As I wiped the water and sweat mixture off, I
looked in the mirror and saw Mark packing up. He had stripped down to
only his jockstrap, revealing a glimpse of his perfectly round ass. Once
again, I found myself being tortured by his overall beauty.

As I tried to recall which locker I placed my belongings in, a voice from
behind called my attention, "Hey bud, can I ask you a question?" It was
Mark. Standing behind me with a towel over his shoulder the fluorescent
lights reflected off of his sweat-drenched chest marked with a small
patch of hair.

I felt my stomach drop as this fine male specimen stood near me.

"Sure," I said, "Ask away!"

"Would you like me to spot you sometime?" he said, "Because I notice
that you come in here alone, and I'd be more than willing to help you
out."

If only he could really help me out, I thought.

"Yeah, that would be great," I responded, "I come here trying to get
myself a little bit healthier, not kill myself."

"I'm Mark, by the way," he adds.

"Evan, I'm Evan" I laugh in a few short breaths.

He smiles and says, "Well when would you like to meet?" Before I can
really gather my thoughts I have agreed to meet him tomorrow at 5:30.

I found it hard to believe that something like this was actually
happening to me. I recalled that he said he noticed me before, which made
me feel...well...relatively good. Some guy like him, a walking piece of
man-candy took the time to not only notice me, then help me in an awkward
situation, but now, has offered to help me out. I am at this point
probably wearing a ridiculous smile on my face. I get my stuff and head
home, thinking about the current events that still left butterflies in my
stomach.

As I enter my house, my dick, which had been growing since the
arrangement with Mark, continues to harden. I strip off my clothes and
lie down on my leather sofa. I begin pumping my cock like an 18 year old
boy. The visions of Mark's half-naked body are enough to get five good
streaks of cum out and onto my stomach and chest. I lie there with the
warm leather against my skin--I imagine the leather as Mark's skin. I
take my index finger and smear it into my cum. I move my finger into my
mouth and imagine the salty taste as Mark's cum. If only, I thought...if
only.

The next day at work was a continuous glance at my watch, waiting for
5:00 to come around. Finally when the time comes, I dash to my car and
experience what seems like the longest commute to the gym I have ever
experienced. As I pull into the parking lot of the gym, I've already
found Mark. He is standing beside his medium '90 model SUV, something I
would have definitely labeled him for. I park and get my gym bag out of
the trunk. He waves at me and then walks over.

"Hey Evan, how's it going?"

"Good," I respond. As I shut the trunk of my car, my rainbow sticker is
revealed. Mark looks at it and then looks back at me. Great I think, now
he's going to ruin that beautiful image of his by calling me a faggot or
something.

"Are you gay?" Mark asks.

Hesitantly I manage to answer, "Um...yeah, I am."

Mark seems inquisitive, and to my surprise says, "Alright. That's
cool".

A rush of blood is released back into my body, as I sigh rather audibly.
My relief is noticed by Mark as we walk into the gym.

"What did you think, I was going to kick your ass or something?"

"Well..." I thought.

"Don't worry about it man, I have a couple of buddies who are gay.
It's not a problem for me." He looks directly into my eyes, "If any of
these assholes around here give you a problem, tell me--I'll deal with
that shit." His calming voice almost tranquilized me and I felt a
tingling sensation run up my back.

"Okay," I answer. Mark has assumed the role of an older brother,
who'll beat the shit out of anyone who messes with me.

As we enter the locker room I notice that my dick is beginning to rise.
Now was definitely not the opportune moment for me to catch a woody--not
among my new, and incredibly hot friend. On default I place my things
next to Mark's locker and begin changing into my workout clothes. Mark
slips on a cutoff T-shirt with a number 7 on the back. As he slips on his
grey sweat shorts I catch a small glimpse of his slightly curved erect
dick. In the sight of this meat, my cock responds by jumping up a few
times. I manage to keep it tucked in my briefs though. The entire
duration of the workout with Mark comprised of me staring down into his
eyes and occasionally his cock pretending to spot for him. Mark finishes
lifting and I take my turn to bench press. Mark stands over me with his
visible hard on only inches away from my face. I can smell the sweet
aroma of his cock. Small beads of sweat drip off of his face, and onto
me.

"Sorry about that," Mark says as he takes his shirt off to wipe his
face. He lays the shirt on the floor, and though I could have lived the
rest of my life with his sweat on my lips, I take his shirt off of the
ground and bury my face in it. It smells like heaven.

"Woah, here man, use this towel, I'm sure I smell awful."

"Ah, it's fine," I say as go back to my lifting position.

After undergoing the most erotic workout ever (far surpassing those
encounters with naked high school jocks and even drunken horny frat men
in college) Mark and I head to the locker room to change out.

I notice that Mark gathers his shower amenities and continues talking to
me, "We need to get together again, I can help you out and you can
supply me with conversation." He pauses to remove his jockstrap. I
cannot help but stare. Mark continues, "You headed to the showers?" A
moment passes as I stare at his beautiful eager cock.

Then I snap back to reality and reply, "Yeah, I sure am." As I enter
the shower room I notice that the showers are broken into individual
stalls. Well that's unfortunate, I thought.

Mark and I find ourselves adjacent shower stalls and continue to talk.

He asks me if I am seeing anyone, to which I respond in a rather risky
matter, "No, but it's too bad you're not gay." A long pause goes by
and I wash the shampoo out of my hair. As I open my eyes I find myself
looking right at Mark. Feeling mildly intimidated by his presence in my
shower I begin to say something, but he cuts me off.

"I never said I was straight," he says. My eyes trail down to his hand,
which is stroking his big thick cock. I look into his eyes, thinking to
myself that I have just been put into the oddest, yet possibly rewarding
situation ever. In response to Mark, I pick up my impatient dick and
start giving it a few slow strokes. I stare at his dick, lick my lips and
look back at him.

Mark steps back and says, "You want to give me the sucking my dick
needs?"

I respond with, "I'll give you whatever you want." I turn the water to
spray onto the stall wall and get on my knees. Mark walks over still
stroking his hard cock. I take Mark's meat from his hand and lick it
with my tongue. He grabs my shoulders and I swallow his long and pulsing
dick. I let him fuck my face for a few thrusts and then I place my hand
around his cock and stroke it while I suck it. Mark moans a little and I
can feel his body shake. I suck on his balls and even slip my tongue into
his hole a little.

"You're pretty hard there aren't you," I say, as I get a chance to
catch some air.

I continue to suck on Mark's thick cock I hear him mutter, "I'm going
to cum." Mark releases his sweet cum and I take it all, giving it time
to savor in my mouth before swallowing all of his sweet sperm. I squeeze
his cock and force the last drop of semen onto my tongue where I move it
around in my mouth. Mark pushes me against the stall wall and kisses me,
stealing a taste of his own juices.

He looks at me and calmly says with a few heavy breaths, "Well that was
pretty hot."

I agree it was hot, and his cock was as perfect as I had imagined. It
tasted like pure man.

"Do you mind if I stay with you tonight?" Mark says, "I've never done
anything like this, but I really want to do other things with you...I like
you."

I pause long enough to gather a response, "Buddy, you can stay with me
and suck me, fuck me all you want. All I want is to be able to work out
with you and see that body of yours in action."

 Mark laughs a little and tells me, "If you'll suck my cock like you
just did, I'll meet you here whenever you want." We take turns drying
off and slip back into our clothes. "

Follow me to my place," I say, "but only on the occasion that you'll
fuck me `till my ass is filled with your cum."

Mark gave me smile and came closer to me, "Only if I can give that cock
of yours a little tasting."

My cock was on fire the entire ride home. And as I pulled into my
driveway, Mark ran up behind me and grabbed my hard cock. I frantically
managed to find the key to let me in. When I finally got the door open,
Mark picked me up and gently threw me down onto my leather sofa, where I
had pleasured myself in his honor only the night before. He kisses me
with his salty tongue, slipping it around and making good use of his
lips. He pulls my shirt over my head and sucks on my nipples. He gives
them a little nibble before moving his tongue down my happy trail,
forcing him to jerk my jeans and briefs off. He licks my hard cock. At
this moment, I could have come at any moment. But he began moving his
smooth lips up and down my shaft, so I tried to hold it back. He swirled
his tongue around my balls and moved his hand around my dick.

"Not bad for your first time," I say. Mark smirks and stands up to
remove his shirt. I stand up and worship his body with my tongue. I lick
the patch of hair between his rock-hard pecs. I kiss and suck on his
boulder-sized biceps, licking his armpit and breathing the smell of Mark:
the same smell that I have recently jerked off to and become almost
addicted to. As I move down to unbuttoning his pants, he pushes me back
down and removes them himself. He strokes his cock a little while looking
into my eyes. I can tell that he wants to fuck. I stand up and walk into
my bedroom. I stand up against my bed and Mark comes closer to me,
placing his hands around my ass.

His thick fingers patrol around my hole until he sticks one in and says,
"You think you can handle this cock?

I back my ass into his hand, allowing his finger to be fully inserted
inside of me and I say, "I can handle whatever you offer."

He moves in on me and our chests make contact amongst. Then slowly, he
uses his tongue to tempt me by flicking it on my ear. His hands grope my
ass and he works three fingers into my hole.

His hard cock and ripped muscles press into my body and he whispers into
my ear, "Buddy, I'm going to fuck the hell out of you."

I moan almost involuntarily. He spins me around, spits in his hand and
then lubes my ass with his saliva. Mark bends me over my bed, burying his
face in my ass. I can feel his scruff scrape against my crack, which
drives me crazy. He flicks his tongue against the walls of my hole. Mark
eats me out forcing me to become rather loud with my moans. Every now and
then he would take a break and spit into my asshole, allowing some time
for his fingers to do some work, but eventually getting back to his mouth
pleasuring my hole.

"You like that?" he says with a guiltless face on.

"You've got quite some experience for this being your first time," I
add.

"What can I say, I'm a natural," replied Mark with a cocky tone.

Usually this type of egotism would turn me off, but seeing as how Mark is
quite the delicious man, I can only become more aroused. He kisses my
neck and we move onto my bed. I lay with my back facing him allowing him
to take full advantage of me. His fingers are the precursor for his
hungry cock. He fingers me while slowly sliding his cock into me. With a
hard and sudden thrust all eight inches of Mark are buried in my ass. I
begin to tremble and Mark replies by thrusting his dick in and out of me.
I take all of his cock in. I can feel him brushing up against my
prostate. The masculine sounds of his balls slapping against my ass
combined with his grunts allow me to let Mark fuck me for several
minutes. He pulls out and grabs a hold of my feet, giving them a minor
licking, then pulling my legs over his well-defined shoulders and slides
his cock back in.

With my feet facing the ceiling I can feel his grip on me tighten, as he
says almost inaudibly, "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

At the instance of feeling his cum blast into my asshole, I almost
spontaneously cum all over both of our chests. He slowly rocks his cock
in and out of my wet ass, finally letting it stay in for a few seconds
while he squeezes his balls. I moan at the feeling of his cock still
inside of me. He pulls his cock out the last time and lays my feet to the
side. He rests, letting his breath catch.

"You're one good fuck," he says.

"Same time tomorrow," I say.

"Give me a few minutes and I'll want it again," he says still trying
to catch his breath.

I smile, because I could take all that Mark has to offer.