Tales From the Gym

by Roland Graeme

  “Oh yes, I’m expecting you. You must be Bjorn?”

  Bjorn was the name Petr and Tex had agreed on to disguise Petr’s identity. If the john asked, Petr was to tell him he was not Czech, but Swedish. As Tex put it, a blond was a blond, and an accent was an accent. Who’d be able to tell the difference?

  “Yes. Yes, I am,” Petr declared.

  “Come right up.”

  Petr was buzzed through the security door.

  The voice he’d heard over the intercom had a slight accent, which Petr couldn’t quite place. He’d almost thought he recognized the voice. But it had been distorted slightly by the intercom’s speaker system, which was obviously not of the highest quality, so he couldn’t be sure. He told himself he must be imagining things.

  He went up in the elevator, found the apartment, and knocked gingerly on its front door. The door opened, and Petr was confronted by a smiling man—whose face was all too familiar to him!

  “Avery!” Petr exclaimed.

  “Hello, Petr,” the gym owner replied. “Or would you rather I called you Bjorn?”

  “There has been some mistake,” Petr stammered. “I have the wrong address.”

  “I don’t think so. I was expecting you.”

  “Me?”

  “None other. Didn’t Tex send you?”

  Petr turned to flee, but Avery caught him by the arm.

  “Calm down, Petr. Don’t run away. I want to talk to you. Hear me out.”

  “There is nothing to say.”

  “I disagree.”

  “I was looking for a man named Vernon.”

  “I know you were. Vernon Jones is my brother, back home in Sydney. It was the first name I could think of, the first time I hired Tex. I find it’s not smart to tell a hustler your real name, or give him too much information about yourself. The less a whore knows about you, the better.” Avery smiled. “I enjoyed seeing those photos of you that Tex sent me. Once I got over the shock.”

  Petr had begun to get over his own shock, and it was rapidly being replaced by shame. “I think I had better leave,” he muttered.

  “No, don’t go, Petr. And I’m sorry about that crack I made about hustlers. Don’t take it personally.”

  “Let me go, please, Mr. Jones.”

  “It’s Mr. Jones now, is it? Not Avery? Why? What’s changed? Please stay. There’s no reason for you to be embarrassed. And I do want to talk to you. You owe me that much, don’t you? After all, if I lured you here under false pretenses, you came here under false pretenses. We’re both equally to blame for this little misunderstanding.”

  “Perhaps.”

  Warily, Petr allowed Avery to pull him inside the apartment. Avery closed the door.

  “I’m not sure you’re cut out to be a male prostitute,” Avery said, not unkindly. “A pro would’ve been able to maintain more of a poker face—no matter who, or what, opened the door.”

  “Well, I’m not a pro!” Petr said, defensively.

  “No, you’re no Tex, that’s for sure. Which may be just as well. Come on, sit down. Make yourself comfortable. And try to get that scared look off your face.”

  Still feeling wary, as though he had walked into a trap that might spring at any moment, Petr sat down gingerly on the edge of Avery’s couch. On the coffee table in front of him was a laptop computer.

  “I’m going to pour myself a drink,” Avery said. “I think you’d better have one, too. It might do you good.”

  “Yes, I would like a drink. Please.”

  “I’m going to have a brandy. What would you like?”

  “The same.”

  “A good choice. Would you like a small one, or a large one?”

  “I think I had better have a large one—if you don’t mind.”

  Avery chuckled as he poured the brandy into two large glass snifters. He handed Petr one. “Cheers,” Avery said. “Or what do you say in Czechoslovakia?”

  “We say Na zdraví. It means to your health.”

  “Na zdraví, then.”

  They touched glasses, and drank.

  “Relax,” Avery urged. “There’s absolutely nothing for you to feel embarrassed about. You want to make some extra money. There’s nothing wrong with that. I may be able to help you.”

  “How?”

  “I always have members down at the gym asking me about personal training sessions. Suppose I steered some of them your way? You could work with them right there in the gym, two or three days a week, hour long sessions. That wouldn’t take up too much of your time or energy. And you wouldn’t even have to collect the money. They’d pay me, ahead of time, and I’d pay you.”

  “You would be willing to do that for me?”

  “It wouldn’t be entirely a personal favor. It’d be good for business, to have a real bodybuilder such as yourself available as an instructor on the premises.”

  “I would be very happy to do that for you, Avery.”

  “And I’m sure you’d be very good at it. And that’s not our only option. There are other ways an intelligent, good-looking man like you can make money, without prostituting himself. Well, without prostituting himself in the usual sense of the word,” Avery added, wryly. “I suppose we’re all prostitutes, in one way or another. Obviously, you don’t have any inhibitions when it comes to sex?”

  “Not many.”

  “Then let me show you something.” Avery opened the laptop on the coffee table and turned it on. “Have you ever heard of a website called Big Boyz?”

  “No.”

  “Guy has never mentioned it to you?”

  “No, never.”

  “That’s interesting. Well, it’s another one of my business ventures. Our mutual friend Tex is one of the men who appears on it.”

  “Tex works for you?”

  Avery smirked. “In more ways than one. As I’m sure he told you, I hire him occasionally for a private session, right here in my apartment. And he also performs for me in a more public venue. He didn’t tell you about the website?”

  “No, he never said a word to me about it.”

  “Tex is very discreet. I suppose he has to be, in his line of work. And I do appreciate that. I wonder if he has found out my real name, and that I own Big Bodz. I wouldn’t put it past him. But if he has, he’s kept it quiet, I see.”

  Briefly, Avery explained to Petr about the website, placing special emphasis on the live sex shows.

  “A live sex show?” Petr said. “I’ve never seen such a thing.”

  “Well, now’s your chance.” Avery opened the laptop, loaded a recordable DVD into its media tray, then hit a few keys. “This isn’t quite live, of course. We record all of our shows, in case we want to show them again, or sell them on DVD or as video-on-demand. This was recorded during a show we did a couple of weeks ago. I think you’ll find it interesting.” Avery was about to hit a key on the keyboard, but then he hesitated. “Tell me something about you and Guy, Petr. Are you in love with him?”

  “A little, perhaps.”

  “Why haven’t you done something about it? Told Guy how you feel about him, I mean?”

  “I’m sure Guy doesn’t feel the same way about me.”

  “I wonder. But you do know that Guy has sex with other men.”

  “Of course.”

  “And that doesn’t bother you?”

  “Why should it, Avery? Guy is free to do as he wishes. But why do you ask me all these questions?”

  “You’ll see in a moment. So what you’re telling me is, it wouldn’t bother you to see Guy having sex with other men. To watch him doing it.”

  Petr stifled a giggle. “I think that could be very exciting. But it isn’t likely to happen.”

  “You think not? Don’t bet any money on it. Watch this.” Avery pressed the key.

  A moment later, Petr was gaping, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, at the laptop’s screen. Avery had cued the playback to the moment when Guy and Deke were carefu
lly maneuvering their bodies into position, getting ready to double penetrate Antwan.

  “Look at that,” Avery commented. “For such a big man, your training partner is surprisingly agile.”

  “I can’t believe Guy would do such a thing!” Petr blurted out.

  “Oh? Do you disapprove? Why? On moral grounds?”

  “No. I’m just so confused. What he and those other men are doing…it’s just so very explicit.”

  “That’s kind of the whole point.”

  Petr gulped down some of his brandy as he kept his gaze riveted on the screen. Guy and Deke were both inserted inside Antwan’s taut-stretched ass now, and they were pounding away. Orlando’s expert camera work had captured every detail of the double fuck for posterity.

  “I think the contrast of the black men’s skins against Guy’s is very visually striking,” Avery commented. “Don’t you agree? It’s almost like watching zebras fuck.”

  “All three of them are very sexy men,” Petr said.

  Avery smiled. “More brandy? You look about ready for a refill.”

  “Please.”

  Petr watched the rest of the performance in awestruck silence.

  “What do you think?” Avery asked, as he turned off the laptop.

  “That was very…sexual.”

  “You have to admit that your training partner looks good on the screen. He’s never mentioned to you that he does these live shows for me?”

  “No. I wonder why not?”

  “Maybe he was embarrassed. Worried about how you’d react. After all, we all have our secrets. We’ve found that out tonight, haven’t we?”

  Petr frowned. “I think you are enjoying this, Avery. You are enjoying my discomfort. You are making fun of me.”

  “I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intent.”

  “I’m as good-looking and well-built as Guy—don’t you think so?”

  “You’re both very beautiful, sexy men.”

  “And you’d like me to do the same things Guy does for you. Is that it?”

  “You’ve guessed it.”

  “If I did agree to act in these shows of yours—would I be able to make love to Guy?”

  “I’d insist on it. I’d like to partner you with some of the other men who work for me, of course. But I can’t wait to see you and Guy together. That should really be something, and the audience will love it.”

  “And you would pay me for this?” Petr asked, incredulously.

  “Of course.”

  “I would be willing to make love to Guy for free.”

  “Yeah, well, who wouldn’t? But there’s no reason you can’t enjoy your work. Look here.”

  Avery pulled an envelope from one of his pockets, opened it, and extracted a wad of paper money, crisp new bills fresh from the bank. He put the money down on the coffee table.

  “Do you know what this, Petr?”

  The Czech smiled, a bit uncertainly. “Of course. It is American money.” He hesitated. “Or is this what you English speakers call a trick question? Are you playing a joke on me?”

  “No, this is purely a business transaction, which I’m offering to you. Perfectly straightforward, Petr. All open and above board.”

  “I do not understand. Open and above board? Open what?”

  “Watch me.” Avery began to arrange the money into individual stacks. “Here’s the amount of money I’m prepared to pay you, if you agree to pose in the nude in one of my videos.”

  “I see.”

  “Here’s the amount of money I’m prepared to offer you, if you’ll not only pose in the nude, but you’ll jerk off—masturbate—in front of the camera. To orgasm,” Avery specified. “You have to ejaculate. The viewers expect to see the cum fly out of the penis. Understand?”

  “Oh, yes. I believe I understand very well.”

  “And here’s what I’ll pay you, in cash, if you let another man worship your muscles. Let him use his mouth and hands on you. On your naked body. Without you necessarily doing anything to him in return. You can just stand there, posing and flexing, and allow yourself to be worshipped. A lot of the viewers really get off on seeing that.”

  “I follow you, so far.”

  “Yeah, I can tell you’re a fast learner. And finally, here’s what I’d pay you if you’d be willing to go all the way on the website. If you’d let yourself be filmed having sex with another man. What you saw Guy doing, with those other men.”

  “Very interesting.”

  “Some guys are reluctant at first. Hesitant. Shy, you know? Embarrassed. They start out at Stack One, just the nude posing. But often they work their way up gradually to Stack Four.”

  “I understand. But wouldn’t it make more sense, if you are going to end up at Stack Four anyway, to go there from the beginning?”

  “Now you’re talking my language, Petr.”

  “That would seem to be the logical thing to do.”

  “I quite agree.” Avery gestured toward the largest stack of money. “Why don’t you just pick that up and put it in your pocket? Think of it as a sort of advance.”

  “I couldn’t.”

  “Why not? You were planning on being paid tonight, and I don’t intend to stiff you—if you’ll pardon the expression.”

  “I haven’t earned any money.”

  “Well, we can always do something about that. Please take it, Petr.”

  Petr took the money and put it in his pocket.

  “Another brandy?” Avery offered.

  “No, thank you. I think I have had enough. I’m a little drunk.”

  “Good for you. So am I. You do like me, don’t you, Petr?”

  “I like you very much.”

  “And you’re a very beautiful man.”

  “Thank you, Avery. So are you.”

  “I don’t run a casting couch. You know what a casting couch is, don’t you?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  “You don’t have to audition for me, in order to appear on the website. But as long as you’re here and we’re both feeling rather mellow…how would you like to play around with me a little?”

  “I’m sure I would enjoy that very much.”

  “Let’s go into the bedroom.”

  In the bedroom, the two men stripped. They got onto the bed.

  Avery pulled Petr’s face to his, kissing him hotly on the mouth, searching the back of Avery’s mouth with his tongue. Petr ground his crotch against Avery’s, crushing his rock-hard cock against Avery’s swollen prick. Avery moved his mouth to Petr’s neck, smothering him with kisses and pressing lower and lower on the blond man’s body.

  He lingered over Petr’s nipples, sucking on them almost painfully until they stood out from Petr’s chest like a pair of miniature traffic cones.

  “My cock, Avery,” Petr pleaded. “Suck my cock!”

  Avery kissed his way down Petr’s belly, then opened his mouth wide to accommodate his cock. He pressed his face down on it, sliding his hot, wet mouth over the shaft and burying his nose in Petr’s bush of golden blond pubic hair.

  “That’s it,” Petr whispered. “Oh, that’s what I want!”

  Sucking nonstop, Avery gradually moved their bodies into a sixty-nine position on the bed. Petr was inspired by what Avery was doing to him. Just drunk enough to have cast aside any sense of shame, Petr sucked voraciously on the Australian’s erection. He worked his mouth up and down its full length, pushing his nose into Avery’s dangling balls with each thrust. He could taste Avery’s pre-cum, leaking freely from his glans, and it further intoxicated him.

  Avery, for his part, kept Petr’s rapier buried in his mouth, cramming the wide cock down into his fucked-raw throat. The jism was flowing fast and furiously now as both men struggled toward orgasm. They could smell each other’s distinctly masculine crotch aroma and sweat, and each knew that the other was ready to explode.

  Avery was the first to come, by a split second. Petr’s mouth opened wide
to accept the avalanche of sperm that poured down his throat. He sucked greedily on the pulsating shaft, wanting to capture every possible drop of the other man’s fuck juice.

  The taste and the quantity of it excited him enormously, triggering an eruption from deep within his own loins. He heard Avery noisily suctioning on him in return as he sent thick hot jets of cum down the Aussie’s throat.

  The two naked bodies were rocked with exhausting orgasms, slowing in their contortions as they strength ebbed. Petr leaned back on the bed, letting Avery’s penis fall down onto the man’s hairy belly with a slight slapping noise. He moaned loudly and appreciatively, letting the last of Avery’s semen slide down his throat. He licked his lips, savoring a few thick droplets that clung there.

  “Ah, that was good,” he exclaimed. “Very good.”

  Avery was still sucking Petr’s swollen prick, draining his ejaculate from it. He finally released his oral grip and lay heavily with his head next to Petr’s feet.

  “Good?’ he gasped. “That was more than good, my friend,” he said, tickling one of Petr’s toes with his long, wet tongue. “That was fantastic! Come here. Come here, please.”

  Petr twisted around until he was lying chest to chest, crotch to crotch, against Avery. They pressed themselves together, their prick-shafts squirming in close proximity. The tips of their two penises seemed to join in a wet, sticky kiss. The shafts lay flat against each other.

  Avery kissed Petr tenderly on the mouth, mixing the remainder of Petr’s load with his own. Petr clung hard to the man, pressing him against him, their bodies still quivering with the force of their waning climaxes. Finally, locked in each other’s arms, the two men slept.

  Chapter Nine

  On the Beach

  One of those three-day holiday weekends was coming up, when anyone whose employer gave him the day off fled the city, if he could afford to. Guy had an inspiration.

  “We’ve been hitting the weights pretty religiously, lately,” he remarked to Petr.

  “Yes, and we seem to be getting good results,” his training partner agreed.

  “Although I’ve noticed that you do seem to be a little distracted, lately.”

  “Who, me?”

  “Yeah, you. Who else? Is something wrong, Petr?”