Tales From the Gym

by Roland Graeme

  Slowly, Guy took his cock in his hand and began to stroke it. As though his gesture set Petr’s own arm and hand in motion, Petr began to masturbate, too.

  Guy looked up at Petr’s bare body silhouetted against the darkening sky and said, “That’s right, buddy. Show me yours. Get it hard, man!”

  Petr instantly gripped his prick more firmly in his fist and shook it toward Guy. “Oh, God, Guy! I’m so hard and I want to come so bad!”

  “Badly,” Guy corrected him. “Proper English would be, I want to come so badly. You did tell me you want me to correct you, whenever you make a mistake.”

  “Yes. I want to come so badly.”

  “Okay, now that we’ve established that, let’s do something about it. Lie down here beside me.”

  Petr did so. Instinctively, he and Guy turned on their sides toward each other. They embraced and kissed.

  “Ah, Guy,” Petr exulted. “This is the first time you’ve kissed me.”

  “Yeah, it is, isn’t it? Now I know what I’ve been missing. Come on, baby. Give me some more of that sugar. Oh, you are so fucking sweet!”

  Guy got down on his knees on the blanket, straddling Petr’s torso with his thighs. Petr reached up and put a hand on Guy’s tanned shoulder. His fingers burned Guy where they touched his flesh, sending hot ripples of desire through his body.

  “Fuck, this is hot!” Guy exclaimed.

  “Just lie down, Guy, and relax.”

  “But I want to take care of you, buddy.”

  “We will take turns. Just relax,” Petr insisted. His voice was smooth and reassuring, calming Guy down a bit despite his lust, and encouraging him to lie back in the rain.

  The next sensation Guy experienced was something warm and wet on his prick. Petr had engulfed the hard organ with his mouth and was sucking hungrily on it, struggling to open his mouth wide enough to take it down into his throat.

  “Oh, fuck!” Guy moaned.

  Petr was squirming around on top of Guy’s body, as limber as a freshly caught eel thrashing about in the bottom of a fisherman’s boat. He abandoned the cock for a moment and instead began licking Guy’s writhing torso. Guy retaliated by grabbing Petr’s arm, raising it to his lips, and licking it in return. He tasted the salty sweat that had spilled out from Petr’s pores under the hot sun. It was diluted now by the cold rain that was pelting down over both of them, but Guy still found it delicious, and as intoxicating as any liquor.

  Petr seemed to feel the same way. He was devouring as much of Guy’s flesh as he could reach. He moved his mouth to Guy’s armpits, licking the thick growth of hair there before trailing his hot tongue down over Guy’s chest and nipples. Petr’s huge cock rubbed against Guy’s belly, slapping against the equally erect flesh it encountered there and driving Guy mad with a blind passion.

  “Give me your cock,” Guy demanded.

  Petr climbed upward on Guy’s body, straddling his face and thrusting his engorged member between his training partner’s lips. Guy arched his neck, striving to engulf as much of the thick prick as he could, wanting to feel it deep in his throat.

  “Ah, that’s good, big man!” Petr said. “Good cock sucking, my friend!” He reached behind his hips and grasped Guy’s turgid phallus, jerking it feverishly while the other man blew him.

  The rain was coming down in sheets now, drenching the two men and chilling them. His internal heat of arousal wasn’t enough to prevent Guy from shivering.

  Reluctantly, he disengaged himself from Petr.

  “Let’s take this inside,” he suggested breathlessly.

  They grabbed their things and ran to the house. Dropping the things they were carrying on the floor, they made directly for the bedroom, not even bothering to find towels and dry themselves off.

  Guy pushed Petr down on the bed. He’d had the foresight to unpack the rubbers and lube he’d brought along and set them out on the nightstand in plain view. He’d thought this might give Petr ideas—and it did. Petr reached for the lubricant and began rubbing it onto Guy’s penis. Guy moaned with delight at the unexpected friction on his prick. He moaned again, this time in anticipation of further pleasures, when he saw Petr tear open a condom packet, extract the rubber, and unroll it down over his cock.

  “I want you to fuck me, Guy,” Petr declared.

  “You’re not going to get any argument from me.”

  “Good! Now, give it to me!”

  “How do you want to do it? I mean, what position?”

  “Let me sit on it.” Petr didn’t wait for Guy to reply. Deftly, Petr squatted over Guy’s groin and lowered his buttocks to meet the upward thrust of Guy’s erection. With one hand, Petr guided the head of the cock into the cleft between his ass cheeks and against the pucker of his anus. He flexed his knees and squatted lower, and this action drove the head and part of the shaft up into his ass hole. The heat of the other man’s insides came as a shock to Guy, still chilled as he was by his exposure to the cold rain.

  Petr had a boyishly tight bunghole. It gripped Guy’s shaft so firmly that at first Guy could scarcely move it inside him, let alone thrust.

  “Fuck me, Guy,” Petr pleaded.

  Guy had every intention of doing exactly that.

  He thrust his hips up from the mattress, driving more of his prick into Petr’s guts, feeling the scalding flesh of the rectum compressing itself against his bulky organ from all sides. Petr was groaning with pleasure and pain, wiggling his ass wildly, begging Guy to fill his ass hole with his cock.

  “Fuck me, Guy,” he repeated. “Oh, give me all of your cock!”

  “You’re going to get it. Every bit of it. Oh, you beautiful blond bastard!”

  Guy was taking the more active role in their fuck now. He was shoving his cock in and out of the other man’s ass with all of his considerable strength. He felt the swelling in his penis that signaled the steady rise of his sperm pressure. He was beginning to feel wave upon wave of ecstasy spreading from his crotch out through the rest of his body.

  But Petr, Guy had to admit, was taking his punishment like a man. He was not only accepting everything Guy had to give him, he seemed to be reveling in Guy’s use of his body. He was writhing on Guy’s shaft, working his anal muscles around it.

  “I’m almost there,” Petr warned. “Oh, I think I’m going to come!”

  “Go ahead.”

  “But I’m going to come on you, Guy.”

  “I want you to, buddy. I want to feel your hot cum all over me.”

  “Oh, God! I’m going to give it to you! I’m going to shoot!”

  “Do it!” Guy shouted.

  Petr did it. His cock exploded in a hot shower of cum, that spilled out onto Guy’s face and chest. Some of the spurts were so forceful that they shot past Guy’s head and landed onto the pillow and the headboard of the bed. The sight and the feel of the fluid triggered Guy’s own orgasm, compelling his prick to give up the semen it had been hoarding for so long. Deep inside the warm grip of Petr’s ass, the head of Guy’s cock bathed itself in jism within the latex barrier of the condom, the violence of his ejaculation making him shout with joy.

  “That’s right,” Petr told him. “Give it to me! Fill my ass with your load, you fucker!”

  Guy threw his head back on the semen-soiled pillow, then thrust his buttocks upward in one final convulsion that seemed to drain him of the last of his orgasm. Petr was still impaled on his prick, his own penis lying heavily on top of Guy’s stomach, leaving drops of sperm smeared across Guy’s skin. The tip was glistening with the residue left behind by Petr’s climax.

  “Damn,” Guy muttered. “Do all you Czech dudes always come so hard?”

  “Yes,” Petr boasted, happily.

  Guy watched as Petr raised his buttocks, letting Guy’s softening penis slide free from his ass hole. Inside its sheath of latex, Guy’s dick still quivered in the throes of its waning agitation. Petr stretched out on top of Guy, pulling the other man’s body agai
nst his in a tight embrace. Their lips opened, and Petr gave Guy a long and loving kiss on the mouth.

  Chapter Ten

  More Than Training Partners

  Rain continued to pound against the windows of the beach house. Occasionally, thunder pealed, and there was a flash of lighting.

  Guy and Petr had made themselves dinner. Now, they sat and relaxed in the living room, with drinks in hand, watching the storm outside.

  “Christ!” Guy complained. “It hasn’t stopped raining for a minute. I guess we’re lucky the power hasn’t gone out. But we never did have a chance to go for a swim.”

  “Never mind, Guy. The weather report says it will be fine tomorrow. We can enjoy the beach then.”

  “Yeah, but we’re stuck inside the house for now. Unless you’d like to do something else? We can drive into town, check out the action in the local bar.”

  “No, we can always do that tomorrow night, if you want to. Right now, I’d be happy to just sit here with you and talk.”

  “All right, but what should we talk about?”

  Petr hesitated. “Perhaps about Avery?”

  “Avery? What about him?”

  “The other day…one evening…he showed me something, and he suggested something to me, and…“ Petr’s voice trailed off, uneasily.

  “Showed you what? Suggested what? What the hell are you talking about?”

  “I’ll tell you.”

  Petr proceeded to give Guy a somewhat censored account of his evening with Avery. He eliminated any references to Tex, and to prostitution. He implied that Avery had invited him to his apartment to show him the DVD of the live sex show, and to discuss a business proposition with him. Petr was honest, though, about the fact that he had ended up in Avery’s bed. That alone was enough, however, to set Guy off.

  * * * *

  “That Aussie son of a bitch, Avery!” Guy fumed. “I know exactly how he operates. He got you drunk, and then he had his way with you, and now he wants to recruit you for his fucking website.”

  “I wasn’t drunk, Guy,” Petr objected. “Well…I may have been a little drunk, but I wasn’t all that drunk. I still knew what I was doing. All of the sex was consensual.”

  “Oh, and I guess that’s supposed to make me feel better?”

  “But you have had sex with Avery, too.”

  “Who told you that? Did he?”

  “Yes. He admitted it to me, the next morning.”

  “When you woke up in his bed. Oh, this is great! Now we’re both members of Avery Jones’ male harem.” Guy fought to regain control of himself, to calm down. “Avery and I had a couple of one-night stands. It was just sex. It didn’t mean anything. So what?”

  “That means I am no better than you are.”

  “That’s the whole point. I thought you were better than I am.”

  “But that is illogical, Guy. It doesn’t make any sense.”

  “Forget it, then.”

  “I don’t want to forget it. I want us to discuss it.”

  “What do you want me to say? All right, I admit it. I’m a whore. I wanted to fuck Avery, so I fucked him. I’ve fucked a lot of guys. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just sex.”

  “And you and I, what we just did together. Is that just sex? Doesn’t it mean anything to you?”

  “I thought it did. I thought I was in love with you.”

  “And now? You are no longer in love with me?”

  “Of course I am. Why else would I be so fucking jealous of you and Avery?”

  “But there’s no need for you to be. If you say so, I will never be with Avery again.”

  “Come here. Hold me. Kiss me.” Guy clung to Petr with a kind of desperation. “I don’t care who else you have sex with. As long as you know you belong to me. As long as you and I can be together. Oh, God help me, but I do love you. I must be crazy, but I love you. I want you so much it hurts. If only you felt about me the same way.”

  “But I do, Guy. I do.”

  Guy took a final sip of the liquor from his glass, then set it down on the coffee table.

  “Do you?” he asked.

  “Yes. Yes, Guy, I swear it to you.”

  “Then prove it,” Guy challenged him.

  “How?”

  “Come upstairs with me. Come upstairs with me, and let me make love to you.”

  Petr emptied his own glass, and set it down.

  “Very well,” he said. Upstairs, in the bedroom, they didn’t bother to turn a light on. They stripped, and climbed onto the bed.

  Through the window, they could see the steady downpour of the rain, the restlessness of the sea as it broke against the shore, and the intermittent flashes of lightning.

  The two young men’s naked bodies made a striking contrast against the whiteness of the sheets as they squirmed about on the bed. The big, blond Czech’s golden-tanned muscularity merged intimately with Guy’s naturally warmer-toned skin.

  For long, exciting minutes the two men ignored their own throbbing genitals and each other’s in order to explore each other’s upper bodies with their hands and mouths.

  Their arms locked tightly around each other’s bodies in a fierce embrace, their fingers roamed unrestrained over firm, smooth muscle and sinew and satiny flesh, and their mouths nuzzled throats, shoulders, and pectoral mounds at random. Guy couldn’t get enough of this new opportunity to run his fingers through Petr’s head of glossy blond hair, down the back of his strong neck, along the deep groove of his spine, then lower, between his muscular buttocks. Guy’s mouth opened, silently pleading for his friend’s probing tongue to enter it, and Petr granted him his wish.

  They kissed lustfully, open-mouthed, sucking on each other’s wet, slippery tongues, their saliva mingling, their cocks growing harder—hotter—more eager to be stimulated by the resumption of more explicit sex play.

  At last, Guy could endure no more of this tantalizing foreplay. He had to have more.

  “I’m going to make you forget Avery Jones,” he promised. “I’m going to make you forget every other man you’ve ever been with.”

  “I don’t want anybody but you, Guy,” Petr responded.

  “I’m going to make you mine. All mine.”

  “Yes, please. I want to be yours.”

  “Lie back, baby,” Guy whispered. “Lie back, and let me make love to you.”

  Petr obeyed. Guy quickly adjusted his position. In another moment, he was kneeling on the bed between Petr’s parted thighs, with his head buried in his training partner’s crotch. From time to time the thick base of the blond’s cock emerged from between his buddy’s lips as Guy slid them slowly up and down that bulky shaft.

  Petr let out a long, loud groan of sensual pleasure as Guy’s lips worked on him, tugging at his prick, coaxing him steadily closer to the verge of an explosive climax down that ready throat which was exerting its firm suction on the head of the blond man’s tool. Sweat burst out all over Petr’s powerful body and he shivered in the uncontrollable throes of acute sexual arousal. Guy had one hand pressed to Petr’s taut perineum, the fingers molding themselves around the two swollen balls that were aching to fire their load up through the hard-on the blond stud had trapped in his mouth and throat. With his free hand, Guy suddenly seized Petr’s wrist and guided his hand to his own neglected erection. The Czech gasped as his fingers formed a fist around the huge column of hard flesh, as eagerly as though they had a will of their own. Guy squeezed Petr’s hand tight around his cock and showed the hot blond exactly how he wanted his dick manipulated. Petr resisted for a moment, but then he began to pump the hard-on that jerked and throbbed against his sweaty palm with the same abandon which Guy was displaying. Guy’s warm mouth and flickering tongue worked on every square millimeter of the supersensitive surface of Petr’s meat.

  Petr spread his muscular tanned thighs farther apart to give Guy easy access to his cock and balls. Without taking his hand off Petr’s scrotum, Guy strained t
o touch Petr’s puckered anal opening with the tip of one finger. Guy drilled that finger right into his training partner’s ass hole, and the penetration seemed to send an electric charge of pure, white-hot lust coursing through Petr’s body. With a cry, Petr twisted his massive frame around until, without pulling his own dick away from Guy’s mouth, he could plunge his own mouth right down over the smooth rounded head of the hard-on he had gripped in his fist. Guy heard Petr clear his throat. Then Petr swallowed all of Guy’s dick down into his throat with a superhuman ease that had the startled Guy grunting in disbelief. Guy hadn’t counted on his buddy turning out to be an even better cocksucker than Guy prided himself on being. He closed his eyes to savor the sensations of their wild sixty-nine to the fullest possible extent, and redoubled his own oral efforts.

  It was Guy who broke away first.

  “I love sucking your dick, Petr,” he declared. “And I love the way your mouth feels on mine. But now I need some ass play. I’m on fire for you, baby. Put your fingers inside my ass.”

  Petr grabbed the lubricant from the nightstand and daubed into onto his fingertips. He touched one exploratory fingertip against Guy’s tight little ass hole. Guy squirmed when he felt the gentle probing between his cheeks.

  “Just push it in, Petr,” he pleaded. Petr did as he was told, thrusting his finger through the puckered opening. Guy winced with pain but did not cry out. “That’s right. Now another.” A second finger joined the first, inside his body. Guy could feel his sphincter muscle trying to close up and repel the invaders. But the discomfort was ebbing away, being replaced by the lewd stimulation he had anticipated. “Finger-fuck me,” he begged.

  Petr began to ease the two fingers slowly in and out of Guy’s tight bunghole. He inserted a third finger, continuing the gentle fucking motion but varying it by twisting his hand from side to side.

  Guy could feel his anal muscles beginning to do more flexing than resisting. He pushed his butt back to meet the thrusts of his lover’s hand, exulting in the spasms of pleasure that rippled through his guts. He tried the picture the three compressed-together fingers in his mind, comparing their dimensions to Petr’s erect cock. Petr’s hand was moving easily now, encountering no resistance, sliding slickly in and out of the pink hole.