Tales From the Gym

by Roland Graeme

  Guy spent the night with Avery and they fucked again, slept together, then fucked even more in the morning when they woke up in each other’s arms. They took turns, and Avery proved as adept at fucking another man up the ass as he was at taking a cock up his own butt. Guy couldn’t get enough of his cock and ass. Hell, they were so hot for each other that after taking a brief time out for breakfast they went back to bed and sucked and fucked some more. If they both didn’t have other commitments, they’d probably have remained holed up in Avery’s apartment and gone on balling each other for days and nights on end.

  Chapter Seven

  Business and Pleasure

  Petr and Tex had met for coffee on what Tex euphemistically described as his night off. That, Petr knew, meant that he wasn’t booked for any appointments with johns that evening.

  “I hate to turn down work,” Tex admitted to Petr in the coffee shop. “But if you get too greedy in this business, you can get burned out. You have to set aside some time for yourself every now and then.”

  “I’m flattered that you have chosen to spend your free time with me, tonight.”

  Tex grinned. “You have such a funny way of talking, sometimes.”

  “Do I? Well, you must remember that English is not my native language.”

  “All a guy really needs to know of a foreign language is enough to get himself laid. I can do that in Spanish. Maybe I should get you to teach me a few phrases in Czech. I don’t know how many men from your country come here on business, or as tourists, but there must be some. It could be a selling point for me.”

  Petr shook his head. “This is supposed to be your night off,” he reminded Tex.

  “Yeah. And I know just how I want to spend it. Can we go to your place?”

  “Of course.”

  The moment they were inside Petr’s apartment, the two men stripped, and headed for the bed.

  Petr had to admit that sex with Tex had many advantages. One of them was its directness. Tex was extremely goal-oriented. He didn’t need to be wooed, and he was perfectly willing to dispense with foreplay.

  The moment they were on the bed together, Tex pushed Petr onto his back, positioned himself between his legs, and began sucking Petr’s cock. He worked on it avidly, reaching up blindly to find and tweak Petr’s big nipples as he sucked.

  Tex eased his head back, letting the penis slide from his mouth until his lips were fastened around no more than the tip. He licked the bloated glans hotly, making it slick with his saliva and driving Petr crazy with pleasure, forcing him to twist and turn beneath Tex’s devouring mouth.

  Petr reached down and grasped Tex’s shaft. He began jerking it wildly, yearning for the hot load it held barely contained within its throbbing bulk.

  “Let me have your cock,” Petr whispered. “I want to suck yours while you suck mine.”

  Tex grunted his assent. That was all the encouragement Petr needed. He twisted his body until he was lying head to foot alongside Tex, taking care to move slowly, so as not to break the contact of Tex’s mouth on his cock. Tex seemed to have no trouble adjusting the angle of his lips as Petr turned. Once they were in the sixty-nine position and Petr was staring at Tex’s cock, he was once again amazed by the size of it when it achieved full erection, as it had now. He licked rather gingerly at the tip of the penis, wetting it to lubricate it thoroughly before he opened his mouth wider and sucked it inside.

  When he closed his lips over that meaty prickshaft, his mouth was forced wide open, making him struggle to get the flesh down his throat. He felt Tex’s body shake against his as his friend reacted to the sensation of Petr’s warm, wet mouth on his cock.

  Tex thrust his own mouth all the way down on Petr’s fuck rod, absorbing it to its base. He moaned as he sucked hungrily on Petr’s meat.

  They used their mouths to pleasure each other for minutes on end. But Tex was just too good at it. Petr could feel the other man’s lips and tongue coaxing him over closer to ejaculation.

  “I’m too excited,” Petr confessed. “I’m almost there. I think I’m going to come!”

  He felt his whole big body begin to tense in anticipation of what promised to be a massive orgasm. Hot prickles of pleasure began shooting through his body, as though he was being tortured by a mad acupuncturist. And he was enduring torment of a kind, although it was an exquisite agony. Tex’s mouth moved faster and faster over his saliva-slick penis, coaxing it steadily toward ejaculation.

  Tex stopped sucking only long enough to urge Petr on.

  “Don’t be stingy,” he rasped. “Let me have your cum!”

  His mouth returned to its task.

  Petr could feel his cock thickening at its base as the sperm flowed slowly but irreversibly upward toward release through its bloated, pulsing head. Tex, too, must have sensed that the moment of crisis had arrived. He rubbed his tongue against the swollen veins lining Petr’s heavy shaft. Petr’s penis throbbed extra hard—he knew what that meant.

  “I’m there!” Petr cried. “I’m coming!”

  As he erupted in jets of hot white cum that shot directly into Tex’s mouth, he reached out a hand toward Tex’s own twitching cock. But it was too late. He was struck in the mouth by a stream of Tex’s jism. He pressed his mouth quickly over the other man’s head and felt the fuck juices gushing into his hungry mouth.

  The two men pumped wildly into each other’s throats, discharging in thick flows of cum as their sexual tension shattered in a series of huge, pounding climaxes.

  Tex continued to suck Petr’s thick cock, as though he was striving to absorb every drop of sperm from the big blond man’s organ. Petr let Tex’s long prick fall from his mouth as he lay against the hustler’s heavy thigh, feeling his body twitch with the waning orgasm.

  “Ah, that was good,” Petr murmured.

  “Good? I’m the best,” Tex boasted.

  Petr laughed. “I won’t argue with you.”

  Tex sat up on the bed and glanced around the studio apartment. He grimaced.

  “Why do you live like this, man?” Tex asked.

  “Like what?”

  “In this crappy little apartment. Jesus! My place may be nothing special, but it’s still better than this.”

  Petr knew Tex well enough by now to have become accustomed to his habitual blunt way of speaking. He wasn’t offended.

  “This place is fine,” he insisted. “It suits me. I have everything I need—a place to sleep, a place to cook, a bathroom. Back home in Czechoslovakia, a lot of people live in apartments smaller than this.”

  “Well, this ain’t Czechoslovakia. This is America, the land of opportunity. I see you scrounging and scraping along, keeping track of every nickel you spend and worrying about where your next meal’s coming from. And all this time, you could be making yourself some real money.”

  “Oh? Could I? Doing what?”

  “You could hustle.”

  “Like you?”

  “Yeah, like me. I do all right.”

  “No offense, Tex, but I could never do what you do. I could never be a male prostitute.”

  “That’s what they all say, until the first time the money changes hands, and you realize you don’t have to report it to the IRS. So you think you’re better than me, huh?” Tex’s mocking, self-deprecating tone of voice suggested that, like Petr, he wasn’t taking offense.

  “No, it’s not that. It’s just that…I could never make love to a man I didn’t like.”

  “Well, aren’t you the starry-eyed idealist?”

  “But seriously, Tex. How do you feel when your customer is not so very attractive, and you have to pretend to be aroused by him?”

  “I feel fine. And, for your information, I always get aroused. I never have to fake it. Well, maybe once in a great while, when the john is downright repulsive. But that’s pretty unusual. Let’s face it, sex is sex. A guy may not be great-looking, or have the hottest body, and he can still be damn good in bed. You�
��d be surprised. Some of the ones who aren’t exactly male model material can be among the best lays, maybe because they’re willing to work at it harder, to compensate. I’d rather be with one of them than with some Greek god who just wants to lie back and tell me to worship him. And let me tell you, money is still the greatest aphrodisiac ever invented. Just the thought that I have that wad of cash waiting for me is always enough to get me hard and keep me hard, until the buyer’s satisfied.”

  “You are rather cynical.”

  “I’m realistic. And mercenary. I admit it. Nothing wrong with that. I give good value for the money. I’m no rip-off artist.” Tex seemed lost in thought for a moment. “Would you at least be willing to give it a try?”

  “Give what a try?”

  “Turning tricks, of course. One appointment with one john. An out call, at his place, so if you do have a panic attack or your conscience really starts bothering you, you can always leave. Hopefully after you earn your money, in which case make sure you collect it. Plus a tip.”

  “I couldn’t.”

  “Sure you could. We’re all whores, in one way or another. Everybody’s got his price. And I’ve got this one particular dude in mind. I think you’d like him. You’d probably enjoy it. If you met this guy in a bar, I bet you’d go home with him, and do him for free. And I know he’d like you!”

  “Tell me about him.”

  “Well, I don’t really know that much about him. Not even his real name. The first time he called me, he told me his name was Vernon, but there was that kind of telltale catch in his voice that gave him away. I knew he was lying, and making the name up on the spot. I don’t know what he does for a living, at least during the daytime. A couple of times at night, though, he’s hired me to—” Tex hesitated.

  “Do what?”

  “Oh, some modeling for him. Video work.” Tex sounded rather evasive, which Petr knew wasn’t at all like him. “I’ll tell you about that some other time. This dude Vernon told me to be careful about who I mention it to. Anyway, he has a nice apartment.”

  “And we know how important that is.”

  “Now who’s being cynical?”

  “Sorry.”

  “As I was saying, Petr. This guy’s a bodybuilder, like you. Muscles for days. He calls me up maybe once every two months. Usually on short notice, when he’s horny after a hard day at the office, or wherever the hell it is he works. I don’t mind. I go over to his place and suck his dick, and he fucks the shit out of me. He’s a damn good fuck. But I always get the impression he thinks I’m kind of a wimp. He’d rather be in bed with another real muscle freak. Like you. No offense, buddy.”

  “Oh, none taken.”

  “I do have his phone number. He gave it to me because he said, if I ever run into a bodybuilder who wants to make some extra cash, I should refer the guy to him. Like I’m going to go out looking for other whores to horn in on my territory! But I’d be willing to make an exception for you.”

  “That’s very nice of you.”

  “You’re being cynical again,” Tex said, with a laugh. “But seriously, what have you got to lose? You get laid. You get paid. Then you never have to see the guy again, if you don’t want to.”

  “Well—” Petr could feel his resolve weakening. “I must admit, it does sound interesting.”

  “Let me call the dude tomorrow and tell him about you. If he’s interested, I’ll set it up. And take my cut. Don’t you worry, I wouldn’t be doing this for charity. I’ll make a few bucks out of it.”

  “All right.”

  “He’s going to want to see a picture of you.”

  “I have lots. Here, let me show you.”

  Petr proudly showed Tex some eight by ten glossies of himself. In all of them, he was nude except for posing trunks, and he was hitting bodybuilding poses.

  “This are nice,” Tex said, “but the johns want to see the merchandise. Don’t you have any ones of you naked?”

  “Certainly not.”

  “Well, we can fix that. You stand over there and get your dick hard. I’ll snap a few photos of you on my cell phone.”

  Petr hesitated. “You won’t show them to anyone except this customer of yours, will you?”

  “Of course not. What do you think I am? A pornographer?”

  They took quite a few photos. Then they looked at them on the cell phone’s display together, deciding which ones were the best. Tex saved these, and deleted the rest.

  “Man!” he declared. “Watching you pose like that got me excited, all over again. Maybe there’s something to be said for this bodybuilding racket of yours after all.”

  “It isn’t a racket, Tex. It’s a sport.”

  “If you say so. I know another sport,” Tex added, with a lewd grin. “It’s called nude wrestling, no holds barred, and the loser gets fucked. How’d you like to go a couple of rounds of that with me?”

  “Tex, I really can’t go on having sex with you without paying you for it.”

  “Why not?”

  “It wouldn’t be fair to you. After all, you are a professional.”

  “That’s one word for it! Most of the other ones aren’t that polite.”

  “You see, if you were a doctor or a lawyer, a plumber or an electrician, and I wished to make use of your services, I wouldn’t expect you to provide them for free. I would expect you to bill me, and I would reimburse you.”

  “God, are you ever naïve!”

  “How so?”

  “I never pay for that sort of thing. Let’s take one of your theoretical examples. Suppose I had to see a doctor for something that my insurance didn’t cover. I would never pay for it out of my own pocket. I’d find myself a gay doctor, who’d be willing to take it out in trade.”

  Petr, not for the first time, was mystified by Tex’s use of the slang expression. “Take it out in trade? What does that mean?”

  “Barter. Exchange services for sex.”

  “You seem to think that everything can be obtained through sex!” Petr protested.

  “It’s the one currency that doesn’t lose its value, and that I’ve never had anybody turn down.”

  Petr shook his head.

  “Still,” he said, “when we make love, for free, I can’t help thinking that I am taking advantage of you.”

  “Listen, big guy. You let me worry about who’s taking advantage of whom. I like you. You’re hot. We’re friends. And I may be a whore, but my friendship is the one thing about me that’s not for sale. My mouth and my cock and my ass—they can be rented by the hour, for the right price. What I do with them in my free time is up to me. And right now I choose to spend it with you.”

  “You’re sweet.”

  “Um, you have no idea just how sweet I can be, with the right guy. Come here and give me a kiss. A nice big wet one, please.”

  As he spoke, Tex turned his head sideways to look at Petr, with a look so full of unguarded desire on his face that Petr couldn’t deny giving him exactly what he had asked for. He kissed Tex, sucking hungrily on his sweet-tasting mouth, drawing his hot tongue into his own oral hole, and then jamming his own tongue deep into Tex’s waiting, wide-open mouth.

  Chapter Eight

  Mistaken Identity

  “My man Vernon is very eager to meet you,” Tex reported to Petr, a few days later.

  “I’m not sure I’m so eager to meet him,” Petr admitted.

  “Having second thoughts?”

  “Yes. But I will go through with it. I’m not going to let you down.”

  Tex gave Petr the address. Vernon was expecting him at ten o’clock that night. Tex emphasized the importance of being “squeaky clean, inside and out,” as he put it. As for clothes, it might be a good idea for Petr to try to make himself presentable. When a hustler was meeting with a john for the first time, first impressions were important. But it didn’t matter too much what Petr wore, since he’d be getting undressed soon enough.

  “
Vernon is always hot to trot, ready to get right down to business,” Tex said. “And once he gets a good look at you, the horny bastard will probably start coming in his pants.”

  On his way to the rendezvous, Petr tried to overcome his nervousness, by psyching himself up. Like a Method actor, he invented a back story for himself. Stray bits and pieces of scenarios from American television shows he had seen popped into his head and assembled themselves into a suitably lurid mosaic.

  I didn’t want to be a whore, he decided. I was forced into it. Yes, that’s good. But how was I forced into it? I know! I’m not really a legal immigrant. My work visa is a forgery. An Immigration officer found out. He arrested me, and he threatened to have me deported, unless I started turning tricks for him. So now he is my pimp. He is a very brutal man. When I don’t bring him enough money, he beats me, with…yes, with a policeman’s nightstick. No, with a cattle prod. That must hurt!

  I have to do whatever this john named Vernon wants me to do, no matter how disgusting it may be, because I don’t want my evil pimp to use the cattle prod on me…!

  He found the address without difficulty. It was a nice apartment building. The lobby’s intercom system listed only the apartment numbers, not the tenants’ names. Still feeling nervous, Petr pressed the appropriate button.

  “Hello?” a voice came over the speaker.

  “Good evening. I am here to see Vernon,” Petr said.