Tales From the Gym

by Roland Graeme

  “That hadn’t occurred to me. If you’re not pissed off at me or Jeremy…yeah, you didn’t have to say anything to me about it. So why did you?”

  “I have a business proposition to make to you.”

  “Yeah? You mean besides those publicity photos for the gym that you had me pose for?”

  “Yes, something a little more interesting, and a lot more lucrative for you, than that. Want to hear about it?”

  “Sure.”

  “I haven’t steered you wrong or taken unfair advantage of you so far, have I?”

  “Hardly. Far from it.”

  “How’d you like to make some quick and, I dare say, relatively easy money?”

  “I’m listening.”

  “Have you ever heard of a website called Big Boyz?”

  “I can’t say I have. But then, I really don’t spend much time on the Internet. I just don’t have the time to spare.”

  Avery nodded. “I run it. I deliberately chose a name similar to Big Bodz, so that those who are in the know would make the logical connection with the gym. Even though my name doesn’t actually appear anywhere on the Big Boyz website.”

  “Okay, Avery, I admit it. You’ve aroused my curiosity. What kind of a website is this?”

  “It’s a gay porno website,” Avery said, bluntly. “It has pictures of naked bodybuilders on it. And streaming videos of bodybuilders having sex with each other. And various blogs in which topics of related interest are discussed—in the kind of language that can get kind of raw at times. You have to subscribe to the website to access its more explicit features, of course. It brings in a decent amount of money.”

  “I imagine it does. Ah, the guys who appear on this website—?”

  “I recruit them from various places.”

  “Including the gym?”

  “Especially the gym.”

  “You mean…while I’m here, working out, minding my own business, for all I know the guy working out right next to me could be showing off his cock and ass over the Internet? And actually getting it on with other guys?”

  “Exactly. I hope you’re not shocked.”

  “I’m not shocked. Just taken by surprise. This whole idea is going to take me a little while to get used to.”

  “We also put on a live sex show, at least once a week.”

  “Okay, Avery, now you’ve succeeded in shocking me. Wow.”

  “The live sex shows are especially popular. The number of viewers logged on goes up astronomically every time we do one. We’re thinking about doing them twice a week.”

  “Avery, tell me you’re not suggesting that I appear on this website of yours.”

  “I’m afraid I was going to suggest precisely that. If you’re offended, I apologize, and we needn’t discuss it any further.”

  “I didn’t say I was offended. I said I need to get used to this whole idea, gradually. So tell me more about this little sideline of yours.”

  “I pay the performers a flat fee, in cash, on a sliding scale depending on exactly what they’re willing to do. Pose in the nude, jerk off, or have actual sex with other guys.”

  “Unbelievable. I mean, it just blows my mind that here you are, and you’ve been leading this secret life this whole time.”

  “I have plenty of company. There are lots of similar websites out there. The competition is getting intense. I do flatter myself, though, that I provide a consistently high-quality product. My subscribers know that when they access my website, they’re going to see nothing but big bruisers, all of whom love to show themselves off, and most of whom also love to suck and fuck. On camera. I don’t usually hire the kind of bodybuilders who describe themselves as gay-for-pay, unless they’re really hot and totally uninhibited. In which case, they might as well be gay, so who cares how they choose to label themselves?”

  “Jesus. I’m going to have to check out this website of yours.”

  “I’d like you to. Then you’ll be in a better position to make up your mind about whether you’d like to be on it. Remember, you can limit yourself to posing in the nude, if that’s as far as you choose to go. Although I have to admit it—after seeing you and Jeremy cavorting in the locker room, I’d be thrilled to have you in my stable of studs who are willing to go all the way. You’re extremely photogenic.”

  “Avery, you’re embarrassing me!”

  “On the contrary, I’m paying you a compliment. Not every man is comfortable enough with his sexuality to be able to show it off effectively. I think you are. You’re a natural, as they say. But don’t let me influence you, or put any pressure on you. Here.” Avery opened one of the drawers of his desk, rummaged among the contents, and pulled out a small card, which he handed across the desk to Guy. “Here’s one of my advertising cards. I hand them out in bars, or I arrange to have some of the porno studios include them in the package when they mail their DVDs to customers. Those are just a couple of the ways I’ve found of drumming up new business. As you can see, it’s a free trial. There’s a code number that gives you access to an hour’s worth of viewing on the website. Hopefully, once guys get a taste, they’ll like what they see and they will want to subscribe.”

  “So you’re like the drug pusher who gives the customer his first taste for free, to get him hooked.”

  Far from being offended by this rather unflattering analogy, Avery burst into boisterous laughter. “Exactly,” he said. “I’ll do whatever it takes to gets results, and make a buck.”

  “I’ll check it out at home, tonight.”

  “Please do. I’d suggest waiting until eight o’clock. We’re doing a live show tonight, and that’s when it starts. Even if you don’t have any interest in working for me on the website, I’ll be interested in your honest opinion of it. I always welcome constructive criticism, or suggestions for improvements.”

  Guy got up to leave. But a thought struck him.

  “What about that security camera tape of me and Jeremy?” he asked.

  “What about it?”

  “What are you going to do with it?”

  Avery smiled. He looked, Guy thought, a bit like the cat who’d swallowed the canary. “Ordinarily, after two months, I recycle them. You know, record over them. In your case, though, it seems like a shame to erase such an inspiring performance.”

  “Avery, God damn it—!”

  “Do you think I’m threatening to blackmail you? You ought to know me better than that.”

  “I don’t know what to think,” Guy admitted. “Remember, this is a whole new side of you I’ve seen today—one you haven’t shown me before. I don’t know what you might be capable of.”

  “Let’s just say I wouldn’t mind keeping that particular tape for my private collection,” Avery said. “Why don’t we talk about that later—after you’ve had a chance to think about everything we’ve talked about today?”

  “That day in your office, when I renewed my membership, and I agreed to pose for those photos—this is what you meant by a quid pro quo arrangement, isn’t it?”

  “I’d forgotten that part of our conversation. Now that you’ve reminded me, it does seem like an accurate way of describing it.”

  “You bastard. You devious, horny Aussie son of a bitch.”

  Avery snickered. “Really, Guy. Flattering me will get you nowhere. Don’t be shy, tell me what you really think of me.”

  Internally, Guy was fuming, but he struggled not to show it. Avery had him over a barrel, and could fuck him, figuratively speaking, at will.

  The moment he left Avery’s office and was alone, Guy examined the card Avery had given him in greater detail. The front had a color photo of a bulgingly muscular rather rough-looking bodybuilder, who was not only tattooed, but had pierced nipples and ears. He looked vaguely familiar to Guy, who was sure he’d seen the number somewhere before, and in the flesh. If he belonged to the gym, he probably worked out at a different time of the day than Guy did. Or perhaps he had competed in
one of the many physique contests that Guy had also appeared in, but in a different weight class. If this dude had ever competed directly against him, Guy would definitely have remembered his name.

  Printed in bold type across the top of the card was the legend Big Boyz—The Number One Website for Men of Muscle. Come Play with the Big Boyz!

  Guy turned the card over. Printed in smaller type was more information about the website and its various features. At the bottom, above a peel-off sticker, were instructions about How to Use Your 60 Pre-Paid Minutes. Removing the sticker revealed the code.

  Guy now found himself in a fever of anticipation. He couldn’t wait for eight o’clock to roll around.

  There was a whole world of decadence out there in cyberspace, which Guy had barely sampled. He began to wonder what he had been missing.

  So Avery was leading a double life. The gym owner was also a porn entrepreneur. Guy wasn’t sure how he felt about this revelation. He certainly had nothing against pornography, in general. God knew he’d jerked off over it, plenty of times!

  At home that evening, Guy made himself dinner. Then, at a few minutes before eight, he sat down at his computer and accessed the Big Boyz website. He didn’t have any difficulty logging on to it and starting to use his free sixty minutes.

  The website’s home page was filled with photos of naked musclemen, including the same bruiser who appeared on the card. The “live show” window had its own little countdown box, indicating that the show would begin in so many minutes and seconds. Which it did, with admirable promptness.

  Guy’s computer screen was suddenly filled with an image of what looked like the interior of warehouse. The camera panned quickly across the space, then focused on what looked like a bedroom. It had paneled walls, and a platform bed, neatly made up with what looked like freshly laundered and ironed sheets.

  There was music, which was faded out and replaced by a male speaking voice. It came over the speakers hooked up to Guy’s computer, loud and clear.

  “Good evening, muscle fans, and welcome to tonight’s Big Boyz live sex show,” the announcer said. “This is Webmaster Paul, your host. Tonight we have an especially exciting lineup of big, hot, and horny bodybuilders waiting to do their thing for your viewing pleasure. So sit back, get comfortable, lube up, and get ready to jack off!”

  Webmaster Paul, whoever he was and whatever he looked like, had one of those distinctive, eloquent radio voices that was a pleasure to listen to in and of itself, almost irrespective of what he was actually saying. But in fact he was a lively and articulate commentator. Furthermore, he didn’t just speak. Obviously in order to accommodate any viewers who were monitoring the site purely visually, without accessing any audio, everything that Paul said was also typed out. The words scrawled slowly across the bottom of the screen in the form of a running commentary. Guy found himself reading the text while listening to the voice.

  Tonight, by popular demand, Misterioso is back with us. As those of you who’ve seen this Big Boy in action before will recall, Misterioso is the moniker of a professional bodybuilder who prefers to keep his true identity a secret. Because he has a reputation as a ladies’ man, he doesn’t want to disillusion his many female fans, or his many straight male fans for that matter. Tonight, once again he’s going to get down and dirty for us, right here at Big Boyz, and show us what he likes to do with his buddies in private. You can’t see Misterioso do his thing with other guys anywhere but here!

  Subscribers to the website could also log in and type in their comments. These, too, scrawled across the bottom of the screen.

  I want Misterioso to fuck me, one viewer wrote.

  No problem, another assured him. He’s gay for pay. All it takes is cold, hard cash.

  Misterioso suddenly appeared on camera, flexing away, running through the standard bodybuilding poses in rapid succession. He stood in front of a bare white wall that did nothing to distract the viewer from his physique.

  Misterioso had a fantastic body, which, no doubt to the frustration of those bodybuilding aficionados who attempted to guess his identity, had no tattoos, scars, or other telltale marks anywhere on it. He was naked, but his head was completely enclosed within a tight-fitting hood of stretchy black neoprene material. It had openings in it for his eyes, nostrils, and mouth. Misterioso, whoever he was, had full, sensuous red lips, and beautiful, expressive blue eyes. He also had a thick, uncut cock, with a slightly pointed tip nestled within its sheath of puckered foreskin. Studying him, Guy ran through his own mental list of possible candidates. He pictured any number of bodies from the neck down. But he was unable to come up with even a remotely plausible guess. Since this stud obviously wanted to remain incognito, he was doing a damn good job of it.

  Guy sucked in his breath as Misterioso began to play with himself. With one hand, the hooded bodybuilder toyed with his big brown nipples, teasing them into erection. With the other, he stroked his massive uncircumcised dick. It was quite a display, and Guy could feel an uncomfortable pressure developing in the crotch of his trousers as he watched.

  Ah, come on, Misterioso! Webmaster Paul commented. It’s no fun to play all by yourself. Let’s bring out one of your gym buddies and see if he has any ideas about what to do with that huge hard cock of yours! Okay, all of you muscle fans out there. By popular request, Big Boyz has brought back one of our biggest stars. Let’s give a warm welcome to Tico—the Costa Rican Stallion!

  Guy sat up and nearly choked when he got his first good look at the dude who now joined Misterioso, standing against the wall beside him and flexing. Like Misterioso, this man was naked. Unlike his costar, he wasn’t wearing a hood, but was allowing anyone logged onto the website to see his face.

  Guy recognized him at once. He belonged to Avery’s gym, and Guy had nodded to him and exchanged a few words with him on a few occasions when they’d run into each other in the weight room or the locker room. Guy couldn’t remember what the guy’s real name was, but his nickname was indeed Tico, which was what everybody called him. He was a good-looking bastard, with a swarthy complexion and a mane of long, slightly curly back hair. At the gym, he usually kept his hair tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of his way, but now he had it hanging loose down around his shoulders, which made him look very sexy.

  Tico reached out and took hold of Misterioso’s dick, fondling it. Misterioso returned the favor. The two men stood there, side by side, jerking each other off.

  The camera backed away, showing more of the white wall. On the floor in front of it was a large wrestling mat. Still gripping and stroking each other’s erections, Tico and Misterioso stepped forward and got down on the mat.

  Guy watched, mesmerized, as the two naked bodybuilders made love. They lay there, kissing and caressing each other with total abandon. Then they quickly moved their bodies into a tight sixty-nine position and began to feed on one another’s cocks. The way Misterioso’s head was sheathed in that snug-fitting hood, with his lips protruding through the mouth opening, gave his cock sucking, in particular, a slightly exotic and kinky look. Not that his partner was any slouch when it came to fellatio. Tico took all of Misterioso’s prick into his mouth and down his throat, and slurped on it noisily. The sound of the two men’s sex, their heavy breathing, the slap of hard-muscled body against hard-muscled body, emerged from the speakers of Guy’s computer, loud and clear. Webmaster Paul seemed to have suspended his running commentary for the time being. No doubt he realized that it was superfluous. The two men’s performance spoke for itself.

  At last, they relinquished each other’s dicks and came up for air. Tico sat up on the mat and looked directly into the camera. “I need a rubber,” he announced cheerfully, in his slight Spanish accent.

  An off-camera hand tossed a condom onto the mat next to Tico. He tore the foil packet open, took out the rubber, and began to put it on his stiff, saliva-slick prick.

  Meanwhile, Misterioso got up on his hands and knees, pushing his muscular bu
tt back in Tico’s direction.

  “Fuck me,” Misterioso demanded, in a lust-hoarsened voice, with a trace of a Southern accent. “Fuck me like a cunt! Get that big dick of yours deep in my ass! Fuck my hole!”

  Guy let out a groan. He leaned back in his seat, spread his legs, and opened his pants. There was no use fighting it. This shit was turning him on! He was no better than any of those other men out there in cyberspace who were watching Tico and Misterioso getting ready to fuck. He was going to have to jerk off!

  The next day, when Guy and Petr had showered and dressed after their workout, Guy excused himself.

  “Hey, Petr, I’ve got to go talk to Avery again for a minute. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

  “Of course,” the amiable Czech replied. “Good evening. Say hello to Avery for me, will you?”

  “I will.”

  Petr flashed his training partner a sly smile. “You and Avery seem to have a lot to talk about, lately.”

  “Me and that kangaroo-humping Aussie bastard? Don’t make me laugh. It’s just business.”

  Guy went and knocked on Avery’s door.

  “Come in,” Avery called.

  “It’s me,” Guy said, as he entered the office.

  “So it is. Sit down.”

  “Petr says hello.”

  “Does he? That’s a polite lad, isn’t he?”

  “Yeah. But I didn’t come here to talk to you about him. I caught the show last night.”

  “Did you? And what did you think of it?”

  “It was kind of hot.”

  “Only kind of?”

  “All right, it was damn hot, and you know it was. That son of a bitch Tico. What an animal! You’d never know, to take a look at him, that he could be such a pig.”

  “Is that a compliment—or a criticism?”

  “A little of both, I guess. Jesus, can that stud fuck! It was like watching a human jackhammer. And when am I going to meet this Misterioso dude? Does he work out here? I think I’d be able to recognize a body like his. He’d be the one with the sore ass.”