Gym Boys (2 page)

That seemed a little odd, but he didn't question it as Raphael offered him a stunning smile in the mirror and nodded. “Second set. This one will be harder than the last, I can guarantee you that.”

His meaning became clear after Tommy had completed his eighth rep and was about to attempt his ninth. Abruptly, Raphael reached out and grasped the waistband of his shorts, then yanked them down to his knees.

The redhead gasped, staring open-mouthed at his image as his boner was revealed in all its pink, curved glory while Raphael chuckled behind him. But that was only the prelude to what happened next.

One of the trainer's hands thrust up into his asscrack and a finger, slippery from hand cream, found his puckered asshole. It dug past the sphincter and twisted its way inward.

With his crotch exposed and that finger unexpectedly poking up his twitching asshole, the young lifeguard's freckled complexion blushed crimson. The workout area was cavernous with high ceilings and when Tommy emitted a little squeal as that finger penetrated his snug sphincter, it reverberated around the empty room. He only hoped Bradley, who was upstairs at the front desk doing some paperwork, couldn't hear him!

“One more, Tommy,” Raphael ordered, his dark eyes meeting Tommy's blue ones in the mirror.

The lifeguard was in no position to argue. The ache of that finger wriggling around in his butthole, the image of himself dangling from the bar with his bare cock standing at attention and Raphael's teasing smirk staring back at him, were a combination too powerful to ignore, or resist.

Tommy pulled himself upward, biting his lip and moaning as that finger followed him, burying itself deeper as he rose all the way, then began the descent. Raphael's hand in his crack felt huge as that finger burrowed even deeper.

“Three sets in a row now, with only thirty seconds rest between them. All out, now!”

Tommy obeyed. The Brazilian's training method was certainly unorthodox, to say the least, but it worked magic on his resolve to push himself beyond his limits!

That probing finger followed him up and down as he performed rep after rep. Between sets, as he dangled breathlessly, the finger wriggled around inside him and had him moaning and gasping for breath. In the mirror, his pink cock jerked wildly with every wriggle and thrust of the trainer's insinuating finger.

On the final set, as Tommy struggled upward, Raphael's finger twisted up Tommy's ass, shoved deeper, then abruptly pulled out. Almost immediately two fingers replaced it. “One more?” he teased as he slowly pressed inward past a straining sphincter and Tommy pulled himself upward on the bar, his legs thrashing and his chest heaving.

The pair of fingers stretched his aching gut as he strained to complete that final pull-up. He did it! Then on the way down, the fingers rammed deep and twisted. He grunted like a gored pig.

“Good job, Tommy. Now time for a little rest.”

Tommy quickly discovered his trainer apparently didn't mean Tommy's asshole was going to get a rest, though! Without removing the probing pair of digits, he ducked between the lifeguard's dangling legs and turned around in front of him. Smiling still, he yanked down on the redhead's shorts and pulled them the rest of the way off to toss them to the floor. He then raised one leg at a time and placed them on his shoulders. His face was in Tommy's crotch.

“Take it easy for a few minutes before we start the second part of your workout,” Raphael ordered.

It was easy enough to rest in that position. Tommy gripped the bar above while the wrist straps held him up and his lower body was supported by Raphael's broad shoulders. Two fingers twisted inside his quivering hole while he inhaled deeply to get his breath back and his racing heart began to slow. But his slowing heart began to pound again as the trainer once more did the unexpected and Tommy grew even more excited.

Raphael pulled Tommy's lower body forward and stuck his face down between his thighs. Suddenly he was licking his crack! Then he pulled his fingers out of Tommy's hole and stuck his tongue inside it.

Loud slurps echoed in the quiet training room. Raphael wasn't the least bit restrained in his oral attack. He licked, sucked, and smacked his lips as he ate away. Tommy wriggled around the tongue and lips and moaned nonstop. His muscles, already exhausted from the pull-ups, were like quivering jelly and he found himself totally yielding to that oral attack. By this time, he was feeling like he could take just about anything up his hole!

That's when he spotted Bradley in the mirror. The dark-skinned desk clerk was all smiles as he watched the pair engage in the unorthodox training session. Tommy couldn't help but notice he had pushed down his shorts and was pumping the biggest black dick the redhead had ever seen.

“One more to join your session?”

Raphael heard his buddy's query and pulled out of Tommy's asscrack to respond. “Sure. Why don't you unstrap my client and we'll put him on the slanted bench to finish up his training for the night?”

Tommy didn't say a word. He was too shocked and too thrilled to risk spoiling the moment by saying anything that might halt it. Bradley was a muscle-bound hunk with a sweet personality and Tommy had always nurtured a secret crush on him. Tonight, it looked like he was getting the best workout of his life, and a piece of that huge black dick too!

They moved the compliant young stud to the slanted bench, actually carrying him between them, laughing and playfully slapping his bare butt and his twitching hard-on as they did.

He found himself planted facedown on the slanted workout bench. They cranked it up so that he was almost upright and his face was at crotch height for Bradley to move in and thrust that enormous dark cock in his mouth. He gulped it in without a word.

“Hungry boy, that's for sure,” Bradley crooned, his deep voice melodic and thrilling.

As he gobbled that huge piece of meat, he felt Raphael's hands on his sides as he crouched behind him. The walls, as in most gyms, were lined with mirrors and he could see the trainer had discarded his own shorts and was naked from the waist down. His lower body was exceptional, long thighs of smooth muscle and big calves, while his ass was round and muscular, all a flawless dusky brown. His cock reared upward in a wicked curve with a foreskin that was peeled back to reveal half the drooling knob.

Tommy's ass was wide open with his feet on either side of the bench. Raphael lifted his compact butt from the seat and immediately crammed a pair of slippery fingers back up his spit-coated hole. They drove in easily—the trainer had apparently used more of the hand cream to lubricate them!

His cock followed, just as slippery with a coating of hand cream. Tommy arched his back and rammed his ass downward to envelop Raphael's hot cock with his hungry hole. The thick tool slithered inward without a hitch.

He groaned around cock, one black and one brown, swallowing as much of one with his mouth as he could and driving downward to gulp up as much of the other as he could with his quivering asslips. Out of the corner of his eye he could see what was going on in one of the wall mirrors. He was half-naked on the bench getting fucked in both ends! His freckled body, taut with muscle, was being impaled by black dick in one end while a brown cock thrust up between his white asscheeks at the other end. It looked as exciting as it felt!

“Good job, Tommy. But how about one more? How about one more cock? Can you take it? Hell, I know you can take it.”

Tommy wasn't sure what the trainer meant as he was already taking two cocks, one up the ass and one in his mouth. But Bradley laughed out loud and obviously understood. Tommy for the first time began to wonder if the pair had planned this—and perhaps had done it before!

Bradley pulled out of Tommy's slurping mouth and quickly stripped down to his tennis shoes. He was glorious in his ebony nudity, broad and smooth with truly huge shoulders. Grinning and rubbing his black dick over Tommy's bright red face one more time, he then came around behind the pair on the bench. He and Raphael worked together without having to say anything. Lifting Tommy again, Raphael slid in beneath him to lie back on the slanted bench. Then they lowered Tommy over the trainer's thick brown cock.

Tommy groaned as the big tool again slithered up his gut. He still didn't know what they planned until Bradley crouched behind him and began to probe his crack with his own huge cock.

Suddenly he understood what one more cock meant!

Fortunately that monster black dick had been coated in more of Raphael's hand cream as it began to push against the puckered pink sphincter already stuffed with brown cock. Tommy shuddered all over and bit his lip with fearful anticipation. Could he take it?

“You can take it. Just take a deep breath and push outward. I know you can do it, Tommy.”

Raphael gazed up into his eyes as he spoke, his engaging smile melting any final resistance on Tommy's part.

Amazingly, that second cock began to push past his butt rim and into his steamy hole. It ached, but it felt good at the same time. He did as Raphael suggested and took a deep breath, exhaled and sat down at the same time.

“Oh my fucking god,” he yelped as the cockhead popped inside him and a thick black shaft began to slide in beside the one already planted deeply there.

“There's one more for you. How's that feel, dude?” Bradley said as he leaned in and crooned in his ear.

Tommy was unable to respond. Raphael had pulled his face down and planted his luscious lips over his, then immediately began to tongue-fuck his mouth. While Raphael lay back beneath him and pumped his cock upward into Tommy's straining hole and kissed him thoroughly, Bradley thrust in and out from behind him. The two wrapped their powerful arms around him and went to town on his ass.

It was all-consuming. Two cocks rubbed back and forth in his gut, stretching his asslips to their max while probing deep inside to massage his prostate in the most exciting ways. His own cock drooled and twitched between his smooth belly and Raphael's rippled abs. Bradley had pulled up their shirts so that their naked torsos could slide together. Raphael continued kissing him all the while.

The pair of cocks worked in aching rhythm for a while, then alternated as one pulled almost out, then pushed deep as the other withdrew to hover at his tenderized asslips. He couldn't hold still with all that action and began to hump and squirm between them, gurgling around Raphael's buried tongue and snorting for air. He outdid himself, grinding his flushed white ass downward and taking both cocks to the balls.

Tommy floated in a miasma of muscle and sweat and cock until he felt his orgasm rising up to abruptly overcome him. He grunted around Raphael's tongue as his cock spewed between their mashed bellies. The two cocks in his ass thrust faster all at once and he realized the other two were about to follow his example.

“Awesome hole, Tommy,” Bradley crooned in his ear as he pulled out and let loose his own spray of cum.

He hosed Tommy's ivory-white butt crack as Raphael pulled out and did the same. Another jet of nut juice splattered his sweaty ass. The three of them writhed around on the bench as their balls drained and their hearts raced.

When they were finally spent, Raphael broke their kiss and smiled up at him. “I think we're done for the night, Tommy. Good work.”

Tommy, somewhat shell-shocked from the totally surprising experience, blurted out the one thing no one might have expected of him.

“How about one more?”

Raphael and Bradley howled with laughter. Then they lifted him up, placed him on his back on the bench press and hooked his legs behind the bar. His battered ass and stretched pink hole were exposed and ready.

Then they proceeded to give him what he wanted. One more.

THE ROPES
Gregory L. Norris

H
e'd hated gym class from the day a phys-ed coach in green shorts barked at him to scale the rope, higher and higher. Nick was a monkey as a kid and had climbed all of the tall pines and many of the maple trees in the backyard and surrounding neighborhood, even one of the towering oaks. But the most he managed on the rope was a few feet off the shiny parquet floor. Rope wasn't branch, and it burned his wrists. His breath boiled in his lungs. After that morning, gym stopped being like recess and was no longer fun.

This gym was different. He was here by choice, and the membership was yet another perk of his new job in the city. School was over by two full years and a handful of months, and Nick Canfield wouldn't have to put up with any ridicule—or ropes. Still, memories flooded back as he toured the facility and breathed in the familiar stink of male sweat, a narcotic haze that hung over the men's locker room.

“…cardio machines and aerobics,” blathered his guide, one of the gym's managers. “Spinning class if you have the raw dedication.”

The balls, in other words
, thought Nick. Oh yeah, he did.

He drew in a deep breath of the male scent that infused the men's locker room at Fit Physique, the gym in his new neighborhood just north of Boston, and tipped a glance at the nearest mirror. At twenty, the last of his baby fat was on its way out, and Nick mostly liked what he saw: neat dark hair, attractive face, and a body ready to be sculpted by regular visits. He could work out after clocking out at his new job in concert promotions, and on weekends. Nick, who didn't know a lot of people apart from work, might make some friends, pick up a workout buddy, maybe more.

A dude dressed only in a towel strutted into the locker room from the direction of the showers. The clean smell of a man's shampoo and soap, the latter likely green—a brand named in honor of Ireland—teased Nick's next breath. The man stowed his shower gear in one of the lockers.

“Hey, Cody,” Nick's tour guide said.

The dude shuffled around on a pair of slides, and Nick silently drank in as much of the man's magnificence as possible. Nick's age if he had to guess, clearly an athlete—Nick had no trouble dressing him in a baseball uniform or a hoops jersey and shorts, short blond hair in a clean cut, eyes beyond simply blue.
Sapphires
, thought Nick.