Tales From the Gym

by Roland Graeme

  The besieged ass hole finally stretched wider, and the fat head of Guy’s cock slid up along the shaft of Deke’s throbbing prick and became securely, indeed very tightly, lodged within the spasming rectum.

  “Oh, God!” Antwan screamed, sweat dripping down his shuddering body as it writhed between the other two men’s. “God, God!”

  Even in his excitement, Guy couldn’t help wondering if the deity Antwan was invoking at this critical moment would come to his rescue, given the rather lurid circumstances.

  The feeling of being inside that ass, with his cock right next to Deke’s, and both of them gripped by that ass, was incredible. Guy had a vivid mental image of Antwan’s body being split in half, like a ripe melon pierced and cored by two sharp, probing knives at once. However, despite any pain he might be experiencing as his ass hole was forced to accept the two huge cocks, Antwan’s own prick was still hard and pulsating frantically with visible lust as it bobbed up and down between his body and Guy’s. He hadn’t gone soft for a much as an instance, despite all the discomfort the double penetration must be costing him. The kid was taking it, like a champ—taking both of them—both big dicks at once, taking both of the studs who were now going to fuck his ass mercilessly, with their huge, hard cocks.

  Guy’s hyperawareness was further aroused by the friction of Deke’s turgid cock rubbing against his own, separated only by the thin latex of the condoms that sheathed them both. The mental image of his thick penis sliding up next to Guy’s fuck tool inside that hot, clutching ass hole was so excruciatingly exciting that it almost made him come, just from thinking about it. The anticipation of making his cock slide up and down inside that tight ass, of fucking right up against another man’s big prick, was unbearably pleasurable. Guy paused for a moment, trying desperately to control the fierce lust at work within him before it forced his balls to empty their load even before he had the chance to get his cock deeper in Antwan’s ass, let alone actually hump the boy. Gritting his teeth as he teetered precariously on the brink of ejaculation, Guy let out a hiss of passion.

  “Guido,” Deke asked, “how’re you doing, man? Are you all right?”

  “I couldn’t be better.”

  “How does it feel, to be inside him like that?”

  “It feels fantastic.” With his face wet with sweat, Guy grinned encouragingly at Deke, over Antwan’s shoulder. He wondered if either of his new sex partners could tell just how close he’d been to climaxing prematurely. “Is this one of those complicated positions they always seem to get into in porno videos?” he asked.

  “Yeah, no doubt. But don’t make laugh,” Deke pleaded. “It might make me lose my concentration.”

  “I wouldn’t want you to do that.”

  “We’re going to have to be careful, like I said, or one of us might slip back out.”

  “Not likely. Not with our buddy Antwan holding on to us and squeezing us so hard.”

  “Are you in him? All you all the way inside the horny little bastard’s hot ass?” Deke demanded, hoarsely.

  “Just about. Can’t you feel my prick in there, right up against yours?”

  “I sure as hell can feel it. Every inch of it. Come on, let’s fuck him. Let’s give him what he asked for. Fuck that boy cunt of his. Nail his ass!”

  Guy was more than ready to proceed. He knew his own body and its responses, and so he knew, from frequent previous experience, that he wouldn’t get close to erupting for some time now that his initial fierce sperm pressure had subsided. He could now look forward to a good build-up of ecstasy that would make his ejaculation, when it did come, far more gut-shattering in its intensity than the climax he’d just avoided.

  “And how are you doing, my man Antwan?” Deke asked. “Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine. My ass feels as though it’s on fire. But it’s really a turn-on.”

  “Do you still think your ass hole can withstand a reaming-out from both of us at the same time, like this?”

  “I’m sure it can. I’ll take you both on, I swear,” the boy muttered. “I’ll take all that both of you have to give! Go ahead. Fuck me. Shove those big cocks up my ass and fuck the hell out of me!”

  “Whatever you want,” Deke said.

  Guy could tell that Antwan was so lost in pleasure by now that he probably would have given his two fuckers the go-ahead even if his sphincter were actually in danger of being torn. And Guy knew that he and Deke would have been hard pressed to back away from their dual fuck now that it had gotten this far, so intense was their own demanding mutual passion as their pricks pulsed hotly together inside Antwan’s seething ass.

  Guy’s prick began to slide in and out more urgently, going in deeper with each new thrust. Antwan’s ass was being stretched wider, and he groaned as his rear end was further violated. A trickle of saliva ran down his chin from the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it away with a flick of his extended, panting tongue. His eyes bored imploringly into Guy’s.

  “You want it?” Guy whispered, hoarsely. “You sure you can take it, punk? You want more?”

  Evidently not trusting himself to speak, Antwan nodded.

  “You got it.” Guy pushed in still deeper, inch by inch. He could feel the throb of his buried prick-head as it pressed right up against Antwan’s prostate. Antwan closed his eyes and seemed to be focusing on the sensations deep within his ass, to the exclusion of everything else.

  “Fuck him, dude,” Deke urged Guy. “Fuck his black ass for him. Ream him out and ream him out good, with your big, hard white cock.”

  Guy strove manfully to do as Deke asked.

  Antwan began babbling away in a steady stream of breathless obscenities.

  “Can’t hear you, boy,” Deke taunted him. “Can’t understand a word you’re saying.”

  “Fuck me,” Antwan groaned. “Oh, fuck my ass! Do you understand that?”

  “Loud and clear,” Guy replied. “Take it. Take it, if you want it so bad! Take our dicks. Do you understand that?”

  “Yes! Yes!” Antwan cried, although speech was in fact unnecessary. The spasming of his ass hole around the two embedded cocks was an eloquent enough answer, in and of itself.

  Guy began to pump himself back and forth within the tight clasp of Antwan’s ass, taking care never to pull out completely.

  The prolonged exposure to the bright, hot lights was taking its toll. Guy was panting for breath, and he could feel sweat emerging from every pore in his body, dripping down him in rivulets and raining down onto the mattress around his feet. But his two companions in lust were breathing every bit as hard, and were perspiring just as freely.

  Guy also had to admit that the unsung hero of the live sex show was undoubtedly Orlando. He was also the unseen hero, at least in the sense that none of the viewers ever caught so much as a glimpse of him. But, to Guy, he seemed omnipresent. The cameraman seemed to be everywhere at once, aiming his camera first through one of the wall panels, then another. He suddenly appeared high above one wall, leaning over its top edge while obviously standing on the wheeled stepladder, capturing the action from above. A moment later, one of the walls slid silently open, and there was Orlando, lying flat on his back on the floor beside the bed and pointing his camera upward to get a close-up of the penetration from that angle. He was rewarded for his efforts by receiving a face full of sweat drops that descended upon him indiscriminately from all three of the performers who were humping away above him, but he manfully ignored it and continued to film.

  The Box, Guy decided, ought to be rechristened The Sweat Box.

  Guy and Deke, their movements synchronized like those of two well-rehearsed circus performers, once again began to lift Antwan’s ass and then let his weight slide his anal sleeve down over their pulsing cocks again. As soon as the sphincter had slid all the way down to their pressed-together cock roots, their strong arms pushed Antwan’s butt upward again, his clasping pucker and hot, slick anal lining masturbating their conjoined mea
t like a compressed, greased fist. Up and down, they forced the boy’s unresisting body. In and out, their two pricks moved inside that raised and lowered anal tunnel. Faster and faster, the two horny fuckers worked Antwan’s butt over their cocks. Their shafts, sunk deep into his ass hole, were constantly agitated by the swelling, chafing friction. The steady increase of pleasure managed completely to obliterate the physical exertion needed to keep it up, and made them forget the agony their muscles were going through as they forced their bodies ever nearer to orgasm.

  Their balls were no longer housed inside loose sacs of flaccid flesh. Both pairs of testicles had been inflated and jerked upward to rest, swollen and sensitive, against the base of each cock. Their seminal vesicles were awash and overflowing with cum, their cocks burning from the pressure of the liquid barely contained in them.

  Deke was the first to come. He gasped desperately for breath and bounced up on the balls of his feet, drilling his dick far up Antwan’s ass. At the last possible moment, he pulled his cock out. Antwan let out a strangulated cry at the sudden, unexpected evacuation. Deke stripped the condom from his cock. Then he came, wet and hard and fast, his ejaculation as violent as champagne spurting from a bottle which was shaken just before its cork was popped.

  “Oh, fuck!” was the only coherent outcry Deke could make.

  “Yeah! Fuck! Fuck!” Guy echoed him, before he began grunting and cursing as his balls, too, tightened up painfully and prepared to empty themselves.

  His hands crushed Antwan’s ass cheeks. His leg muscles tightened and throbbed in agony from the strain of standing and helping to hold up Antwan’s weight. But, mercifully, relief was near at hand. If Guy was going to provide the obligatory come shot, it was now or never!

  Groaning, he withdrew his prick from that thoroughly fucked butt. Antwan emitted another yelp of protest. Guy could already feel the warm slippery texture of his semen bathing his cock within the tight clasp of the rubber. He tore the condom off and exploded helplessly, his own guttural cries of passion bursting from his lips to mingle with the obscene groans of pleasure coming from his two partners in this extraordinary sex act. His cock shot out its full charge in arcs of wet white sperm.

  Guy’s legs grew weak and almost gave way beneath him. He and Deke wavered, then recovered their balance. Together, they rode out the waves of orgasmic fury that engulfed them, both men losing themselves in the ride, and stopping, exhausted, only when their bodies were totally drained of all desire.

  Now it was time for Antwan to come. He was masturbating, so violently that Guy was afraid he might injure himself!

  “Fuck!” he screamed. “I’m gonna come!” The words were scarcely out of his mouth before his tortured cock spat out its full load. The semen flew straight up into the air and then rained down upon all three men’s bodies.

  When it was finally over, Antwan’s legs dropped from Guy’s shoulders, and, now that the fierce pleasure was past, he shivered, the result of the strain of having remained in that doubled-up position for so long. His feet finally touched the floor, but he too found his legs unsteady. He leaned back helplessly against Deke for support. Deke held onto Antwan’s limp body, using it to balance himself just as Antwan was relying upon him for support.

  “God damn! I feel as though I’ve been put through a wringer,” Guy reported, happily.

  He stretched out on his back on the bed, his cock now only semi-hard and drooling cum onto his belly. He watched his companions, who were still locked together in an embrace as they stood in front of him, looking dazed—as well they might, Guy concluded, after the intensity of the experience they’d all three just shared.

  Guy reached up languidly, put his hand around Antwan’s cock, and gave it a playful squeeze. His fingers were immediately covered by some of Antwan’s leftover semen, which oozed freely from the tip of his penis.

  Groaning, pulling his ass away from Deke’s cock, Antwan fell forward onto the bed next to Guy, who pulled him into his arms and hugged him reassuringly. Then Deke too collapsed beside them, breathing hard and still looking a bit disoriented. He lay on his side, pressed against Antwan’s warm sweaty body, his eyes closed, his chest only now beginning to slow its movements as he recovered from his fit of heavy orgasmic breathing. One brown nipple was still standing up in an erect cone on his left pectoral muscle. Guy reached over to cup the pec in his palm and squeeze and rub it roughly. Deke groaned in pleasurable response to the pressure on his tit.

  “Are you all right, Antwan?” Guy asked. “We were kind of rough on you.”

  “Oh, there’s no need to apologize, sir.” Now that the sex was over, Antwan seemed to be firmly back in his polite mode of behavior and address. “I have to admit that a few times, when I felt both of those dicks being pushed into me, I thought I was going to end up ripped wide open. But I seem to have survived the experience. I may be sore for a day or two. But it was worth it. Definitely worth it.”

  “Glad to hear it.” Guy rolled over so that his head hovered over Antwan’s cock. He toyed with the dick, finally bringing his lips down to suck up the few drops of seminal fluid that still lingered at the tip. They were salty on his tongue, and highly stimulating to his palate. “So tell me, Antwan. Do you like having sex with two guys at once?”

  “Yes. I’ve been in any number of three-ways,” the young bodybuilder bragged, with audible, lewd relish. “Deke often shares me with his friends. But I can’t remember the last time I was quite this hot for cock. So hot for it, in fact, that I not only wanted both of you at once—I wished you’d never have to stop.”

  “I thought I had a strong sex drive,” Guy said, with a laugh. “But I have to admit you’ve got me beat. Even I have to rest and recuperate, every now and then.”

  Deke took Guy’s head between his hands and kissed him on the mouth, long and hard. Then Deke pushed Antwan toward Guy, silently urging the two of them to kiss, too. Then the two black men kissed.

  Embracing both of the other men loosely with his huge arms, Deke nuzzled the side of Guy’s neck, then moved his lips up to Guy’s ear. He bit Guy’s earlobe lightly. Then he whispered, directly into Guy’s ear, “Hold it…Orlando’s getting his final shot…okay, he’s put the camera down. It’s a wrap.” Deke sat up on the bed and stretched.

  Guy had gotten so caught up in their sex that he’d actually forgotten they were being filmed. He, too, sat up.

  They’d made quite a mess of the bed. The blue sheets were rumpled and stained with sweat, lube, and semen.

  Guy and his two costars stood up. Feeling a bit unsteady, Guy followed Antwan and Deke as they exited The Box.

  Two of the guys who’d been hanging about the warehouse, apparently doing nothing, now made themselves useful. They went inside The Box, stripped the bed, and changed the sheets and pillowcases. The new bed linens, Guy saw, were bright yellow. These assistants also tidied up the set in general, collecting the discarded condom wrappers and used rubbers. They even picked up the three performers’ discarded clothes and brought them out to them.

  Avery emerged from the booth to talk to his performers, who stood there unselfconsciously naked.

  “That was some DP,” Avery declared.

  “How’d it look on the monitor?” Deke asked.

  “Fantastic. Think of all the guys, all across the country, who just jerked off watching you both fuck Antwan. They definitely got their money’s worth tonight.”

  Deke nodded. “Good.”

  Avery turned to Guy. “How’d it feel, to break into show business?”

  Guy laughed. “It felt just fine. But I had two pros to show me the ropes.”

  “Do you men think you’ve had it for one night, or could you be ready to go again in ten or fifteen minutes? You’d get paid again, of course,” Avery added quickly, obviously for Guy’s benefit.

  “You’re damn right we will. I could go another round,” Deke said, “and I know Antwan can, too.”

  The submissive, Guy noticed, di
dn’t contradict his lover, but only smiled and nodded.

  “Then I’d hate to break up the act,” Guy said. “Just give me a chance to get my second wind. But how are you going to fill up the ten or fifteen minutes of air time?”

  “With a solo act. Here he comes now, right on cue.”

  A red-haired youth with an impressively muscled body, naked except for a pair of flip-flops on his feet, came sauntering over, carrying a bottle of water in one hand—and in the other, the longest, thickest dildo Guy had ever seen. The sex toy was penis-shaped and bright red in color. It was made from some sort of flexible material, silicone-based, perhaps, so that it jiggled slightly as it dangled from the redheaded stud’s hand. It looked as though he had picked up some bizarre creature, half worm, half jellyfish.

  Guy was introduced to “Tex Ranger”—a pseudonym if Guy had ever heard one.

  “Howdy. I just saw your debut on the monitor,” Tex drawled. “Congratulations! It really looked hot.”

  “Thanks,” Guy said.

  “Maybe you and I can pair up sometime.”

  “I think that could be interesting.”

  “I’ll suggest it to the boss. Oh, fuck! I can see Paul giving me the high sign, from the booth. It’s time for me to go on.” Tex took a sip of water, then set the bottle down. He kicked off his flip-flops and cradled the big red dildo against his chest with both hands. “Here goes nothing,” he declared, with a grin, as he strode toward The Box.

  Guy wouldn’t have minded sticking around to catch Tex’s act. But Deke, rousing himself with evident difficulty from his post orgasmic stupor, suggested that they’d better take advantage of the short break by taking turns in the shower. Guy stashed his clothes in one of the lockers.