m/m Muscle Worship, Series 3

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Muscle Worship, Series 3, Part 1,  Merry Christmas

 

Just a quick Christmas story for Max and Jay.  

Hope everyone enjoys. 

Have a Merry Christmas.

 

“Merry Christmas my sexy lover boy.” I coo quietly into Max’s right ear as he lay next to me on our king-sized bed sleeping.  He barely stirs.  His curly brown hair is a tangled mess and covers half of his face.  I gently pull a few strands off. 

He lays there, tightly swaddled up in the blue and white comforter.  He stole more than his fair share of the blankets last night, as always, but I’ll forgive him. 

I nudge a bit closer and drape my right arm over his body and tenderly pull him closer to me, blankets and all.  His body is emitting a faint Old Spice smell from his deodorant and shampoo.  I inhale deeply to take it all in. 

I think to myself, ‘My sexy man, my reason for living.  God, where would I be without you?  Your endless love and support for me and every crazy thing I do.  You stand there, right by my side with a smile and a positive word of encouragement.’  A tear comes to my eye.  I wipe it onto the blanket.  ‘Not sure why I deserve someone like you, but I am so happy we met and you have stayed with me these past 7 years.’

His body twists slightly, but he doesn’t wake.  He moans quietly, twists again, and mumbles my name.  He unconsciously pulls the covers tighter over his body. He stiffens, then relaxes.  I hear him exhale deeply.

I want to stay next to my Max until he wakes, but I have things to do before he gets up.  I lean over and kiss his cheek.  I carefully pull my arm from his body and, as gingerly as possible for a 265-pound man, roll to my side of the bed and swing my feet over the edge.  I look back and he’s still facing the other way, breathing deeply. I slowly stand up and twist my neck.  I hear the bones crack.  It feels good. 

I pull on my slippers and head to the bathroom.  I close the door and turn on the light.  I stare at myself in the mirror, take a deep breath and exhale, and think, ‘Well, here you are big man.’  I take a look at my body.  Not too bad for someone nearing 30.  6’3”, 265, mostly muscle.  I flex a pec just for fun.  It hardens and I think of all the times Max as lapped at my nipples, or bitten them, to get a reaction out of me.  If he knew how close to shooting my load I came every time he beat my pecs or lovingly kissed them, he’d never get off my body.  The man has skills.  I flex a bicep and stare at it in the mirror.  I smile, imagining his tongue slathering slobber all over it, then kissing it.  His kitten soft COVID beard rubbing against my hairless skin. I feel myself start to harden.  My red and gold geometric patterned PJ bottoms start to tent.

I look away from the mirror and take a few deep breaths. I start to soften.  I head to the toilet and point my semi-hard unit at the bowl.  After I finish, I wash up, brush my teeth, turn the light off, and head back out.  I quietly open the bedroom door and when I’m out, close it.  I pad down the hallway to the living room. 

The artificial tree is up and decorated.  Max’s doing. I just carried it up from the storage locker because I’m strong, and put the star on the top because I’m tall.  I plug the lights in and the room is now in a warm glow.  There are a wide variety of ornaments on it.  Mostly ones we bought together, but a few from his mother and grandparents.  I have some from Gran.  I few special ones she gave me to remind me of my parents and brother.  Max insists they go front and center.  I reach out and touch the one which has a picture of the four of us the summer before the accident. I was so young and my brother was just a toddler. I rub my finger across my parents faces and ache at their loss.  Another tear comes to my eyes.  I rub it away with my forearm.

I glance to the presents below.  All shapes and sizes.  Every one has a pile and all the gifts in that person’s pile has the same wrapping paper. Again, Max’s doing.  I see the gifts I got for every one and wrapped.  I am slightly embarrassed.   Too much tape on one, not enough paper on another, or two kinds of paper on one.  It happens when you misjudge how much paper you have left. I see the small box hidden under the tree, toward the back.  It’s for Max and I hope he likes it.  It took forever to find it.  I had to do this one alone.

I take another deep breath and head to the kitchen.  I get stuff from the fridge and start to make our annual breakfast.  The one day, more or less, we don’t count calories or worry about over-eating.  It’ll actually be more like a week this year.  Today is our day together, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, just the two of us.  Tomorrow, Gran’s for the day, spend the night, and then we all head to Max’s parent’s house for another day, or so he thinks is the plan.

I start to crack some eggs into a bowl and get the bacon and scrapple on the stove.  I check my phone for messages.  None.  Guess no one else is up at 8am today.  Good for them.  I pull the fruit salad out of the fridge and put it on the table to take the chill off it. I turn the oven on so I can keep stuff warm.  I pop some bread into the toaster and get the juice out.  I am knee deep in food prep; I miss hearing Max come into the kitchen.

He sleepily says, “Merry Christmas Jay.”  I feel his still warm body press against my back.  He kisses my spine right between my shoulder blades.  He puts his head against my back and wraps his arms around my mid-section.  He pulls us closer together and I hear him hum.  His curly hair rubs against my back and feels so nice.  I stop what I’m doing, put the utensils down, and stare at the wall in front of me for a moment, taking in this special feeling and the man sharing it with me.

He loosens his grip.  I turn to face him.  I lean down, he leans up, and we kiss.  I cup his face and pull him closer.  He gets on his tippy toes.  We hold the kiss for a while, just enjoying the feeling.  I break it first.  I comb my fingers thru his messy curls and smile.  He puts a warm hand on my chest and tenderly squeezes my pec.  I don’t flex it and allow him to feel the muscle.  He leans back in and kisses me between my pecs.  It feels great.  I smile. 

After another few moments, the toast pops up, bringing us both back to reality. I pull away slowly, look into his deep brown eyes and say, “Breakfast is almost ready.”  He absently puts a hand on my forearm and pats it.  He turns and walks back down the hallway.  “Please grab me a sweatshirt on your way back.”  He gives me a thumbs up.

I get plates, silverware, utensils, and napkins out and onto the table.  I pile the scrambled eggs into a bowl.  I put them in the oven and turn my attention to the bacon and scrapple.  I put some paper towels on the counter and move them to it.  I let them drain for a minute and then put them on a plate and put it in the over too. Toast gets buttered and into the oven.  I pull out some strawberry jam his mom made and put it on the table.

I look up to see Max coming back down the hall.  He’s changed from his polar bear fleece PJ bottoms to a pair of grey sweatpants and a long sleeve dark blue t-shirt with Dewey Beach printed across the front.  He’s brought me a navy blue sweat shirt as well.  He looks more awake. 

He hands me the sweat shirt and I pull it on.  He sarcastically says, “Not sure why you need it?  It’ll be coming off in about 10 minutes.”  He cracks his winning mischievous smile and raises an eyebrow at me.

I wink at him and retort, “That’s what you think sexy man.”  He smiles and pulls me in for a bear hug.  He squeezes as tightly as he can.  I reach over his shoulder and rub his back.  I kiss the top of his head, lean down, and snuggle with him.  I feel his hands reach for my glutes and squeeze them.

He breaks the hug and says, “What is there left to do?”  He scans the kitchen to see if there is anything.

“Max, everything is ready.”  He looks at me with quizzical eyes.  I sense his growing concern.  I puff my chest out, expanding the sweat shirt to its limit and self-assuredly say, “Excuse me, Gran did teach me how to cook.  Even though you do most of it, I am proficient in the kitchen.”  I exhale, lean down, and kiss him on the nose. 

He laughs, pats me on the chest, as if appeasing me, and says, “Ok Emeril, let’s get the meal started.” I laugh with him.

We sit and I spoon some fruit into our bowls.  Granny Smith apples, mangos, and navel oranges.  We take our time and talk.  No reason to rush anything.  Max talks about Ian and Colin’s latest adventures with Eddie.  He must have gotten an earful at the last meeting of the Little Guy’s club.  He says they are headed to the twin’s parents’ house in Central Pennsylvania for the holiday.  I say, “I feel sorry for their parents, but I’m sure they’ve had to deal with worse.”  He laughs. 

He then says, “Cam and Ming went to California to be with Cam’s mom.”  I nod. “And Ty and Davey are still around, but keeping to themselves.”

I look up and say, “Really?”

“Yeah, Davey said he’s had a rough time recently and just wants to spend some alone time with Ty.  He said they may head to the beach house if Kenny and Stu aren’t there.”  I nod.

We finish the fruit and I move the bowls to the sink.  I put on a pair of oven mitts and start to pull items from the oven. I set them on the table.  Max watches and nods with approval.  As I sit, he starts to scoop eggs onto a plate for me, then some for himself.  I grab a few slices of bacon and a slab of scrapple.  He does the same.  We both get toast.  I go for the jam, but he does not.  I look at him and ask, “Don’t like mom’s jam?” 

He shakes his head no and explains, “Ever since the night of chocolate and whipped cream, my craving for sweets has been different.  I still love the jam, but not as often as I used to.”  I think back to the night Max is talking about, and remember the long days we had around it.  I reach my hand out and put it on top of his and tenderly caress him. 

I look him in his deep brown eyes and see a pain which I cannot take away.  As much as I love Max, the things he has endured because of our being gay, and being proud of our relationship, hurts me deeply.  Suddenly many memories flood back to me.  When Max and I met and the beach and had our first run-in with Shawn, Max’s broken arm, and then his coma.  I feel an anger in my chest and a pit in my stomach.  I want to hold Max in my arms and cradle him, protecting him from the outside world, but I know I could never do that.  Max would chide me for trying to protect him from the world, even though it has hurt him, and us, so many times. 

I come out of my thoughts and see him staring into my eyes.  His other hand on top of mine, massaging it.  He quietly says, “Don’t.”  I know what he means.  I close my eyes and take a deep breath and let the ugly memories flow away.  I take another breath and open my eyes, feeling better.  I smile at him.  He smiles back.

We dig into the food.  It’s good.  We both finish our first plates and I start to reach for more.  Max is right behind me. 

We continue to talk, just small talk, weather, gym, work.  With COVID shutting Ty’s gym, we are strapped for workout equipment.  Sure, I can use Max as weight for bench presses or squats, but he is really at a loss.  Ty offered to let us in the gym on the sly, but I said no and explained why.  I don’t want him getting busted because someone was upset that they weren’t allowed to join us.  Cam and Ming asked if they could borrow a flat bench and some weight and put them in their basement.  Ty gave them some stuff.  We try to get over there on the weekends.  It’s hard to get into a good flow when 10 guys are crowding the basement for the few pieces of equipment they have. 

Working from home has been a challenge.  Max’s programming job means he can work from anywhere.  He just needs a stable connection.  My mortgage underwriting job is pretty much the same.  Give me a laptop and the internet and I’m good to go.  But being around my OCD man 24/7 has been rough on both of us from time to time.  Who’s turn is it to wash the dishes, or do the laundry, or flip the mattress.  Ok, the last one is all me, I’m the one with the muscles, and he doesn’t let me forget it. 

We start to clean up and put everything into the dishwasher. 

As we finish, I hear him say, “I want to call my parents and see how Shae and Ro are.”  I look over to him and nod. He then says, “Are you going to call Gran?  It’s past 5am, so we know she’s up.”  He giggles and I crack a smile, knowing he’s right.

I hesitantly say to him, “Maybe in a bit.”  He looks at me weirdly.  “She sent me a text before you got up saying she was going to have her friends Mattie and Sam over for breakfast.  I don’t want to interrupt them.  I’ll call her after lunch.”  He nods ok. 

He grabs his phone and speed dials his mom.  He puts it on speaker.  It goes right to voicemail. He frowns.  When the phone beeps, he says, “Hey mom, Merry Christmas to everyone.  We’re just finishing breakfast.  Hope Shae and Ro got some great gifts.  Give me a call when you get a chance.  Love you.” He hangs up and stares at the phone.  “She always answers.  I hope nothing is wrong.  Maybe I should call dad?” 

I step in and say, “Max, they’re probably opening gifts or something.  Let them be.  Mom will call you back soon enough.”  He sighs and nods.  I pull him into a hug.  I quietly say, “Maybe we can open some of our own gifts to each other, hmm?  Not the big ones, just one or two smaller ones.” 

I feel his hand reach for my unit through my PJ bottoms.  “Max, I said not the bigger ones.”

He sarcastically comes back with, “I know.  I’m playing with one of my smaller gifts.”  He lets out a raucous laugh. 

I laugh to myself, then bend down, pick him up, and toss him over my shoulder.  I swat his butt and say, “Well there goes one gift back to the store.  Want to try for another?”  I carry him into the living room.  I flip him back over, set him on the couch, and flop down next to him.  He’s got a big grin on his face.  I move in for another kiss.  I can smell the bacon and eggs on his breath, as I’m sure he can smell them on mine.  We get comfortable.  I glance at the clock on the TV, 9:30. 

I announce, “Well, we need a little Christmas in this place, grab a gift for me to open and I’ll get one for you.”  He smiles and jumps up. He goes over to the tree and starts to root through his pile of gifts for me.  He pulls out a medium sized box.  The wrapping paper he chose for me this year was White with silver bells and red holly berries on it.  I follow him over and find a smaller box for him. It is wrapped in red paper with a green Christmas tree pattern.  This one has a bit too much tape on it. 

We go back to the couch and hand them to each other.  He rolls his around in his hand and says, “Are you sure you want me to open this, it’s wrapped pretty tightly?”  

I give him a sideways glance and gruffly say, “Keep it up sexy boy.  That gift can go to the next person I see on the street.” 

He laughs and rips the paper off.  He opens the box and sees the paper inside.  He slowly takes it out and checks the box to make sure there is nothing else inside.  “Just open the paper.” I say exasperatedly.

He unfolds it and sees it’s a coupon for a massage at the spa he likes to go to.  He suddenly has an ear-to-ear grin.  “Oh Jay, this is great.  Thank you very much.”  He leans over and kisses me on the cheek. 

I start to unwrap his gift to me.  Once I get the paper off, I see the box is an old shirt box I had.  I glance at him wondering what he put inside it.  I quickly open the lid and see four new pair of posing trunks.  I blush and smile.  There is a bright red one, a neon green, a metallic grey, and a purple thong.  “Not too subtle there, Max.” I say holding up the purple thong.

“I know Muscles, but I want you to look your best the next time you step on the stage.”

I put the purple one back in the box and say, “I’ll wear that one when it’s just the two of us.”  I pat him on the leg and give him a kiss.

We go for two more. I get a couple workout shorts and he gets another Dewey long sleeve T-shirt.

Another round.  His turn for workout shorts.  I get a remote car starter. 

Last round.  I go for the gift hidden in the back and with some stealth, pull my phone out and click the video/record button.  He pulls out another medium sized box. 

I put my phone next to me, out of sight and go first, slowly unwrapping the box.  As I pull the lid off, I see a couple bottles of suntan lotion, SPF 100.  Max immediately starts to laugh.  I smile and laugh as well. I pull him close and squeeze him tightly.  I say, “My sexy man, always looking out for me.” 

He picks up the box and rolls it around in his hand.  He looks at me with questioning eyes.  He says with humor in his voice, “Well, it’s too small to be the new 2021 BMW X5 I asked for.”  I nod in agreement.  “And I can hear something inside, so I know the box is not empty.”  I nod again.  “Maybe it’s the key to one.” His eye flare with excitement and he rips the paper off.  He sees the deep purple velvet box and suddenly stops and turns face me.  His mouth falls open, but no words come out. 

I take the box from his shaking hand.  My hands are shaking just as much.  I move off the couch and kneel in front of him. He’s still speechless.  I open the box to show him two platinum wedding bands.  There are tears streaming down his face. 

I choke up and start the speech I’ve been practicing for the past 3 months.  “Max, my sexy man, my meaning for living, my everything.  Seven years ago, you walked into my mundane life and it hasn’t been the same since.  We have had some crazy times and some wonderful times; I just hope the wonderful times outweigh the crazy ones.”  He’s still tearing up, as I start to do as well.  “You know I care for you so much, but it’s probably not as much as you can imagine.  I’d walk on hot coals or eat live spiders if I had to, to save your life.” His left hand reaches down to my face and massages my right cheek and jaw line. “You have been my beacon when I’m lost, my strength when I’m weak, and my lifeline when I’m drowning.”  I pause and take a deep breath.  “I cannot imagine my life going on without you in it.  I know we’re in this for the long haul, but I want to make it official.  I want to marry you.  Will you be my husband?”  He breaks down and is full out crying.  Tears streaming down his face, lips trembling, and his right hand is a fist in his lap.  His mouth opens again, but still no words come out, just some noises from the back of his throat.

I get up off my knees and sit next to him again.  I wrap my arms around him and twist him around into my lap so we are face to face.  His red eyes match my flushed face.  His nose is running and he sniffles to keep it from running out.  He suddenly punches my left pec.  I laugh and he does it again.  I pull him in for a hug. 

After a minute, we’ve both calmed down.  He pushes himself away from me, looks me in the eyes and quietly says, “Jason Matthew, I’d be honored to be your husband.” 

I start to cry again, as does he.  He falls back onto body.  I twist so we are now lying on the couch, with him on top of me.  We start to passionately kiss.  He puts his hands on both sides of my face and pulls us together.  He holds on and just kisses me all over.  I do the same to him.  I wrap my arms around his back to make sure he does not slide off.  As I hold him tightly, I feel his unit start to expand. 

I gently push him off me.  He looks at me and says, “I thought we were in a good place just now.”

“Oh, we were, and will be again.  I just need to get a glass of water.”  I lift him off my body and put him back on the sofa.  I retrieve my phone and stop the recording. As I head to the kitchen, I text Ty and write ‘Now’. 

I get a couple glasses of water and head back to the living room.  As I sit next to him again, he entwines his right arm with my left one. 

He looks at me and asks, “Do you want to put the rings on?”  I nod.  He grabs the box, pulls the rings out and slips his on.  It fits perfectly.  He pulls out mine and I put my hand out.  He slips it on. Again, a perfect fit.  I lean over and kiss him.  I feel his right arm reach for my leg.  I know where this is headed and need to cool his jets, and mine, or there will be a lot of explaining to do in a few minutes.

I reach for his phone and say, “You need to take some photos for your mom and dad.  I’m sure they’ll be excited.  And what about Gran.  We need to send her a photo too.”

He shushes it off and says, “They can wait.  This is our time to celebrate.”  His hand becomes friskier. 

Gratefully there is a knock at the door.  Max angerly says, “Who in the world is that on Christmas morning at ten o’clock? I have half a mind to tell them where they can go.”  He says the last part a bit too loudly as he gets up from the sofa and heads to the door. 

He swings the door open and standing there are his parents and brothers.  Next to them is Gran.  Behind them are all our friends.  His mouth falls open.  Gran, ever the quick one says, “Well Max, where can we go?”  He quickly turns to me and I just smile back to him.  He turns back to the crowd and sheepishly grins.  His youngest brother, Shae asks, “Can we come in, it’s kind of cold out here.”

Max steps to the side and the gang piles in.  He wades through the crowd and comes up to me.  He narrows his eyes, he pokes me in the chest, and says, “We’re going to have words later mister.” 

I come back at him and sarcastically say, “Oh, there’ll be plenty of time for ‘words later’.” I air quote his phrase, “but right now is your time to be happy and show your family and your friends your ring, sexy man.”  I lean down and kiss his nose.

He looks me in the eyes, tears forming in his, and says, “I love you Muscles.”

“And I love you too, Curly.”  We kiss again and turn to face the crowd.

[Sjdmuscle]

Thanks for the Christmas present! You have a Merry Christmas now!

[Psuace]

Muscle Worship, Series 3, Part 2, Ming gets his 3-way

 

I hate to do this so far into the series, but I am changing the location of where everyone lives.  I never really mentioned where they were living in the first 2 series, but it was down around the Virginia Beach area.  But all the characters are from the southeast region of Pennsylvania, so I’ve decided to make Philly the city they live in.  It’s just easier for me story wise. 

 

 

“What are you watching sexy boy?” Cam coos with his smooth SoCal draw, while leaning over my shoulder, looking at my laptop.  He runs the fingers of his right hand thru my straight black hair, massaging my scalp sensually.  His left hand rubs my left shoulder and slides down my arm, rubbing my bicep.  I feel his warm tongue lap at my ear.  His breath feels nice on my neck and ear.  I smell Spearmint mouthwash.  I squirm a bit, knowing where this is headed.   I pause the show.

He comes around the couch and sits next to me.  He wraps his right arm around my shoulder. I lean forward a bit.  He slips it down my back.  His hand comes to rest on my waist and he tugs it gently, pulling me toward him.  I feel his bicep expand as he tugs and hugs me.

He’s commando in grey gym shorts and a plain tan muscle T, which is a size too small. His pert nipples show through the tight shirt.  I’m in dark blue sweats and a pale-yellow t-shirt with a green shamrock on the front.  Our typical Saturday afternoon dress code.  He trimmed his hair and re-touched his blond high-lights this morning.  He also shaved his body, so he is hair free.  He got back from the gym about an hour ago and took a long shower.  He wanted me to join him, but I declined. 

He’s now working his magic on me. I can see the bulge in his shorts. He nuzzles my neck again.  I give in to his machinations. I turn and kiss him.  Warm and softly.  He sighs and kisses me back.

I break our kiss and say, “Farscape.” He looks at me quizzically.  I run the fingers of my left hand thru his fresh haircut.  He rolls his head as my fingers work their magic. 

He looks back into my eyes and says, “Really?” He raises an eyebrow.  I nod and match his look.  He giggles and says, “I didn’t think you’d get into sci-fi shows.”  He pulls me closer and kisses me again. 

“Well, I like to surprise my boyfriend every once in a while.”  We face each other and kiss.  “Plus, that Ben Browder is one hot looking guy, even if it was 20 years ago.” 

He nods and smiles.  I continue, “I wouldn’t throw him out of my bed if he were next to me.”  He lets out a raucous laugh and I ask, “What?  You don’t think he good looking?”, squinting and staring into Cam’s green eyes.  He kisses me gently on my nose.

“No, sexy Mingster.  He was good looking back then, and was still good looking a few years ago, when he guest starred on ‘Criminal Minds’.”  His hand slips further down my side.  I feel his fingers caress my right butt cheek and gently squeeze it.  He playfully flexes his bicep.

I say, “I just wished he played for our team.”  Cam pulls me closer and goes back to kissing my ear. 

I sigh, partly because I was only half way thru the episode, and partly because I know I’m about to have a lot of fun.  Cam, on the other hand, doesn’t know what’s in store for him this afternoon. 

I lean forward, moving out of his reach and put the laptop on the coffee table.  As I lean back, he rubs his hand up and down my back.  I reach my hand to his shorts and caress his bulge.  He smiles.  I smile back.  I wet my lips and we start to kiss.  Slowly at first, gently bouncing our lips off each other.  Then with more passion.  Cam groans, a low guttural moan emanates from his throat.  I feel the vibrations and shudder.

He reaches his hand under my shirt and massages my back.  I turn my body towards his and he leans back.  I swing my right leg over his waist and settle my ass onto his crotch. I clench my cheeks together, grind my ass a few times, and his unit responds.  I put my hands on his chest, to steady myself, and lean down to fully kiss him. 

He pulls his hand from my shirt and puts both his hands behind his head and flexes his biceps.  He also flexes his chest and his pecs become hard as stone.  I feel him up and find his nipples.  I tweak them thru his t-shirt.  He exhales heavily into my mouth as we continue to kiss.  Out of the corner of my eye I spy him bouncing his biceps. I’ve hit a sensitive spot.  He lifts his hips a bit pushing me upward.  As I settle back down, I grind him again, with more force.  He leans forward, pulls his t-shirt off, and tosses it aside.  As he leans back, I follow and kiss him again, but with more force.  We continue for a few minutes. 

I grab his biceps with my hands and squeeze each of them.  He flexes making them hard as stone.  My unit stiffens and tents my sweats.  I can sense he feels it because he flexes harder. 

I break our kiss, push back from his body, smile sweetly at him, and pull my left hand back.  He grins at me, closes his eyes and whispers, “Give me your best shot, sexy.”  He flexes his whole body and I feel every muscle tense up.  I make a fist and let it fly.  It strikes his right pec and bounces off.  My fist hurts, but not as much as it used to.  I haul back, swing again, and hit him in the abs.  It bounces off them as well.  Cam smiles with his eyes still closed, flexes his biceps, and growls, “Keep it up.”  I can feel his unit growing and starting to poke me thru my sweats.  My unit responds. 

I take another swing with my left fist.  I then take a shot with my right fist.  It hits his left pec and he sighs.  I take few more swings and his pecs and abs.  I shake out my hands to ease some of the pain.  His chest and abs have red marks on them. 

I put the palms of my hands on his chest and massage him.  He opens his eyes and winks at me.  I wink back.  He pulls his hands from behind his head and reaches for my nipples.  He’ll be surprised.  As his fingers latch on, they feel the nipple clamps I’ve had on for the last few hours.  He smiles a crooked smile and his tongue flicks out and re-wets his lips.

He softly says, “My sexy boy is full of surprises today.”  I nod with a sly smile and wink at him. 

He reaches his left hand between our bodies and probes my hole.  He feels the plastic tip of the anal beads string and his smile becomes ear to ear. 

He quickly leans up and furiously kisses me.  I reach my hand behind his head and pull our heads together.  He ravages me as both our units continue to expand.  A small wet spot appears on my sweats. 

I break our kiss, lean to his right ear and softly say, “You ready muscles?”  I lick his earlobe and nibble at it too.  He squirms.  I lick again and feel him wrap his arms around my back.  I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and hold on.  He stands up, lifting me as if I weighed nothing.  My unit swells. 

He growls again, “Just try to stop me little man.” He squeezes my body to his and the nipple clamps push into his chest. 

We resume kissing as he walks us the short distance, down into our basement, to our fun room.  We enter and he sits me down on the blue paisley patterned cushion on the cherry wood hardback captain’s chair we have in the center of the room. 

We actually nailed the chair the floor due to due a mishap which led to an awkward ER visit.  I mean, how unusual is it to plow someone’s ass while they stand in front of the chair, holding the arms? We were both really sweaty and Cam kept moaning and saying to fuck him harder.  I guess I kind of lost control, rammed him really well, and he lost his footing.  The chair slid out from under him, he went down, my dick slid out of him, and I landed on top.  No broken bones. He just had a mild wrist sprain. 

I sit in the chair and watch him as he closes in on me.  He’s still got the animalistic look in his eyes.  He comes in for another kiss, but I put my index finger on his lips and quietly say, “You do realize today is my day to be in charge, right?”  His eyes flare and he smiles a wild smile.  He puts his hands under my arm pits and lifts me out of the chair.  He stands me up, kisses me, and tweaks both my nipples.  I sigh. 

He moves to the chair, his back to me, and he slowly lowers his shorts, bending over to show off his muscular upper legs and tight ass.  I whistle lowly and take the opportunity to slap his ass-cheeks.  He leans up, turns toward me, and smiles.  He winks and backs into the chair.  I approach and grab the leather straps attached to the arms.  I tie his left wrist to the arm.  He shakes it to be sure it’s tight.  He nods and I do the other one.  I squat down and tie his ankles to the chair legs.  Once we’re both satisfied that he is not going anywhere, I stand in front of him, put my hand under his chin, and lift it up.  There’s a hunger in his eyes.  I slowly lift my shirt over my head, revealing my pumped hairless chest, 6 pack abs, and the nipple clamps.  I am hairless as well, but that is mainly due to my Asian heritage.

His weight training plan for me has resulted in some great results.  I’m stronger than ever, which had led to some more exciting bedroom antics.  Cam is now more aggressive with me and I can hold my own, at least for part of the time. 

I lean down and kiss him again.  I wink and ask, “You ready for one more surprise?”  He quickly nods yes.  I look away and say, “Ok, but if you don’t want to do it once I show it to you, it won’t upset me.”

“Mingster…what did you do?”  He asks cautiously.

I put a finger on his lips and say “I’ll be right back.” 

I pull my t-shirt back on and head out of the room, back up the steps, and down the hall to the second bedroom.  I gently rap on the door.  I hear Paulo get off his bed and come to the door.  He opens it.  He’s shirtless and wearing pajama bottoms.  God he’s good looking.  6’1”, 230lbs, year-round tan, muscles everywhere.  Any man would be lucky to be with him.  I look him in the eyes, to avoid staring at his body.  “Sorry if we were getting a bit too loud.”

“Nay, you guys were fine.  I just popped in my ear buds.”  He smiles and winks at me.  I blush.  “What’s up?”

I quietly ask, “Want to help me torture Cam?”  I raise an eyebrow and see a slight hint of a smile come across his face.   

“Um, yes.” He replies cautiously. He looks me in the eyes, gently puts his huge left hand on my shoulder, squeezes, and asks, “Are you sure?”  Now it is my turn to nod hesitantly.  “Ming, if you’re both ok with it, then yeah, I’d like to help you out.” He’s still staring directly into my eyes with a look of concern.  He knows what happened to me back when Cam and I met, and he was a huge part of rescuing us a year ago.

I firmly nod yes.  It’s time for me to face my demons, as it were.  I put my right hand on his forearm, caress it for a moment and say, “Cam and I have talked about it, and we’re both open to you joining in if you’re comfortable with it.”  He winks.  “He’s tied up downstairs and we’re both excited.” He glances down at my semi-erect unit and I blush.

“Ok.”  He says exuberantly. I grin from ear to ear.  “What do I need to bring to the party?”

“Just your imagination.”  I wink at him.  He smiles back and we head to the steps.  I quietly put a finger up for him to wait one minute and then come in.  He nods.  I go down into the room and see Cam in all his glory waiting for me.  His dick has softened, but starts to rise when I enter the room.

He anxiously asks, “Well?  Where’s the other surprise?”  His eyes dart past me and toward the door.  I slowly move to him and cup his chin with my left hand.  I raise it.  We start to kiss again.  I can feel his body tense and his muscles twitch.  I place my right hand on his shirtless chest and gently trace my fingers over his pecs.  He flexes and moans.

His tongue lashes out and tries to grab mine.  I slowly pull away.  I raise my left hand and caress his right cheek.  He turns his head toward it and I slip my thumb into his mouth.  As my thumb enters, he closes his eyes and starts sucking.  I glance back at the door and Paulo is standing there.  I wave him in and point for him to stand behind the chair.  He moves silently and when he’s in position, I pull my hand away.  Cam moans at the loss and opens his eyes. 

I whisper, “Are you ready for the surprise?”  He nods yes.  I look at Paulo and nod.  He places his meaty hands on Cam’s shoulders and starts to massage him.  Cam jumps in the chair and swivels his head around.  He sees Paulo and his grin gets bigger.  He leans his head to Paulo’s right hand and kisses it.

I grab his face and pull it back.  I sternly say, “You’re mine.”  I pull my left hand back, make a fist, and let it fly.  Cam tenses at the last second, but I still hit him square on his right pec.  His body jerks.  My unit stiffens.  I haul back, wink at him, and let another punch fly.  He tenses his whole body.  My fist bounces off.  He grins a snarly smile at me. 

I nod to Paulo.  He leans down and licks Cam’s left ear.  Cam moans.  I see Paulo’s tongue enter the ear way.  Cam moans with pleasure as warm air is being blown into it.  I haul back and take another swing at him.  He’s too distracted to flex and I hit him solidly on the pec.  It feels great.  “Again Ming.”  He says as he squirms in the chair.  His unit is at full mast.  Mine is catching up.  I reach down and adjust myself. 

Paulo is still massaging his shoulders and has his tongue in Cam’s ear.  I line up for one last punch.  As I bring my fist forward, Paulo reaches out, quick as a cat, and grabs my fist before it hits.  He holds it gently, but firmly. I’m unsure how he saw it as his face is plastered to Cam’s cheek.  He lets my fist go as I release the pressure.

He turns, winks to me, moves away from Cam’s ear, and stands up.  He reaches his left hand out, grabs my t-shirt and pulls me closer. Once I’m close enough, he brings his right hand up, and using both hands, rips my t-shirt in half.  It falls to ground and he smiles.  He sees the nipple clamps and slowly reaches his left hand out and bounces the chain between them. 

Cam is sweating and his unit is pulsing. 

I start to breathe heavily. 

Paulo smiles.  He grabs the chain and tugs it.  I bite my cheek due to the intense pleasure.  My unit quivers in my sweats, aching for release.  Paulo pulls up on the chain, pulling it and me toward his chest.  I reach my hands out and put them on his chest to keep from being pulled in, but my nipples are stretched out and I lean up to keep the clamps from being ripped off.  Once I’m close enough to him, I feel his right hand circle my waist and pull me in to his warm muscular body.  I sigh and fall into him.  He releases the chain and puts his other hand behind me as well. 

I can feel his unit expanding.  I sensually rub my torso against his.  His abs feel like cobble stones and I flex my fingers into his pecs, feeling the muscle striations.

Cam clears his throat and hoarsely says, “I don’t mean to interrupt, but it is my day to be tortured.”  I look past Paulo’s wide chest, wink at him, and blow him a kiss.  His bulging erection quivers and he smiles.  Paulo turns and see the 9-inch spear and smiles as well.

Paulo turns to me, nods, and walks back behind the chair.  He walks to the dresser against the wall, slides open the second drawer and examines the contents.  He knows what’s in there.  We showed him all our toys and let him know he was free to use them anytime.  He pulls out a feather tickler, a silicone ball gag, and a red and black suede flogger. 

A cruel smile comes across my face. I glance down to Cam, raise an eyebrow, and kiss him on his nose. 

“What?  Paulo, what are you doing?”  He swivels his head left and right trying to get a look at Paulo. His voice sounds anxious and excited at the same time.  I see a bead of sweat form on forehead.  I grab his head and force him to look at me.  He’s got a wild look in his eyes.  I move closer and start to kiss him again. 

I release my hands from his head.  My left hand reaches for his stiff unit and tugs it a few times.  I feel a warm sticky glob of pre-cum bubble up and ooze out.  It coats my hand as I continue to tug him. 

With my right hand, I wave to Paulo to move closer. 

I feel his left hand on my shoulder.  He gently pushes, indicating he wants me to stop kissing.  As I do, he reaches around and moves the ball gag to Cam’s mouth.  He opens wide and the ball slides in.  Paulo tightens the strap in the back.  I look Cam in the eyes and he winks indicating the gag is not too tight. 

I lean down and kiss his nose again.  I release his dick and lick the pre-cum off.  He moans, knowing what he is missing. 

Paulo, still behind Cam holds up the tickler and the flogger.  I reach for the tickler.  I pull it into Cam’s view and his eyes go wide.  Paulo flops the flogger over Cam’s right shoulder and I see his eyes glance down to it.  As he looks up, he wiggles his eyebrows at me and smiles as best as he can.  His unit bounces.  Mine does as well in my sweats.  I glance at Paulo and see him start to tent in his PJ bottoms. 

I put the tickler on his chest, which he flexes, and trace a slow line from his right collar bone, down under his pec, across his chest, around his left nipple, and up to his left collar bone.  He groans.  Next, I move it down the center of his chest, thru the valley between his hairless pecs, toward his cobblestone abs.   Once there, I slowly move it from side to side, tracing the outline of each ab.  Cam quivers at the softness of the feather.  I let it linger around his navel.  I put the tip of the feather into bellybutton and twist it around.  Cam’s body tenses and he squirms.  His unit jumps and a blob of pre-cum pops out and slides down the side of his unit.  I immediately move to slurp it up.  I feel Cam’s body relax and hear him sigh.

I hear the flogger slap his left pec and he grunts.  I glance up and Paulo pulls it back and snaps it forward again.  This time it hits his right pec.  He had time to flex and the tassels bounce off him, but still leave a red mark. 

I move away from his unit, hold the tickler up and point it at his unit.  He grins and I slowly lower it.  I kneel in front of him and place it against his hairless balls and slowly and softly swish it left and right.  Cam’s unit jumps.  Paulo snaps the flogger over Cam’s shoulder again.  It leaves another red mark.  I move the tickler up his fully erect unit, tracing the vein which goes from his balls to the head.  As I get to the mushroom head, I let it sit there.  His unit flexes involuntarily. I caress the nerves on the underside of the head.  It continues to twitch.

Cam sweating now and his body is shaking.  Driblets are rolling down his cheeks, off his chin, and onto his chest.  I also see his wrists are twisting and struggling against the restraints.  His biceps are getting pumped because of the tugging and pulling he is doing.  He is trying to keep from exploding.

I hear another slap of the flogger and see red marks appear on his abs.  Paulo grabs ahold of Cam’s left biceps and starts to squeeze.  Cam flexes as best he can, but Paulo keeps up the pressure and eventually Cam releases the flex.  Paulo massages the bicep and leans down and blows warm air into Cam’s left ear.

He lays the flogger back on Cam’s chest.  He slowly pulls it upward, twisting it around which soaks it with sweat.

I move the tickler to his inner thighs and caress the area. Cam spreads his legs a bit farther apart. I lay it softly on his muscled inner thigh and move it forward and back along a prominent vein.  His leg quivers and his unit throbs.  Another blob of pre-cum bubbles out. 

I start to reach for it, but Paulo’s hand gets there first.  He grips Cam’s unit and slowly massages his hand up the stem, from balls to head, and wrings out more fluid.  Cam moans sensually thru the gag.  Paulo coats his index finger and thumb with the liquid and moves it toward my mouth.  My tongue darts out and tentatively licks at it.  As I bring the salty moisture back into my mouth, Paulo’s hand follows.  I raise an eyebrow toward Cam and he nods his head up and down, ever so slightly.  My tongue darts out again and starts to lap at the remaining pre-cum. 

My brain is telling me to be careful, but my urges tell me to go for it.  I know Paulo.  He saved my life and wouldn’t hurt a hair on my head.  I take a deep breath and reach my right hand to his left wrist.  I gently grasp it and draw his hand to my mouth.  When it’s close, I open my mouth.  Paulo extends his index finger and slowly puts in my mouth.  He rests it on my waiting tongue.  I close my lips and begin to suckle his finger.  My tongue washes around it, pulling Cam’s pre-cum off it. I relish in the taste and moan as I swallow.  He puts his thumb on my lips and applies to barest amount of pressure.  I part my lips as he takes out his index finger and inserts his thumb.  I start to clean it off.  He tenderly caresses my cheek and chin with his remaining fingers.  I let my eyes shut and enjoy the moment. 

When he feels like I’ve cleaned it enough, he crooks his thumb in my mouth and uses it to pull me up and to him. I keep my eyes closed and let him lead me.  I hear the flogger drop to the floor and feel his right hand on my waist.  He pulls me closer.  My erect unit bumps into thigh.  He slowly moves his leg, stimulating me more.  As I get closer, I feel his unit stretching his PJ bottoms.  His right hand turns my body around and now my back is to his chest.  I lean back into him and his monster pokes me in my lower back.  His body feels like a marble statue.  He removes his left thumb from my mouth and lowers it down my chest.  He caresses my pecs and playfully tugs on the chain.  His right hand moves up my right side and his fingers play with my abs.  I tense them and he feels each one.  I feel him lower his head to my right ear.  Ever so softly he blows a warm breath into my ear.  I want to melt.  I feel his tongue flicker on my earlobe. It plays with the short hairs there, softly coating them with saliva.  Now it’s my units turn to twitch and ooze pre-cum.    I relax into his body, knowing I’m safe. His hands encircle me and pull me to him.  He flexes his arms and I feel trapped, but safe. 

I feel his left leg move between my legs and separate them.  He doesn’t know about the anal beads yet.  His leg moves deeper between mine and I feel it come in contact with the plastic lead for the beads.  He stops suddenly and I hear a low chuckle emanate from him.  I also hear Cam giggle as best he can thru the gag. 

Paulo reaches down to the draw string on my sweats, loosens it, they fall to the floor, and I step out of them.  I feel his left hand reach between my legs.  I relax my body in anticipation of him pulling the beads out.  I feel him grasp the lead and slowly pull down.  I lean my body forward a bit and the first ball pops out.  I grimace and moan at the sudden pressure on my hole.  Paulo’s fingers caringly massage the area to ease my pain. 

I move my body to face Cam.  He is staring intently at me and his eyes are sparkling.  I can tell he is very happy for me.  I lean toward him and kiss him on his cheek. 

Pop.  Another ball comes out.  I grip Cam’s wrists and moan again. I see Cam look over my shoulder to Paulo and wink to him.  Paulo’s fingers are back to working their magic to my anal area. 

He puts a hand on my back and I hear him whisper to me, “Hold as tight still as possible.”  I tense my body.  I feel him lean onto my back and whisper again, “Don’t tense up, it will only hurt more.  Relax Ming.” I feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. 

I let my body relax as much as I can.  His warm hand pats my back then comes to rest in the middle of it, holding me still.  I inhale, then slowly exhale.  As I do, Paulo starts pulling the beads out.  Pop. I grunt. Pop, I moan.  Paulo’s hand pats my back.  Pop, the last one comes out.  I feel faint, and empty.  My legs quiver.  Paulo drops the beads and quickly wraps his arm around my midsection to keep me from falling over.

After a moment, I regain my senses.  I look up into Cam and he is still grinning, as best he can.  I lean up and kiss him again.  I stand up and feel Paulo is still behind me.  I move behind Cam and remove the gag.  He spits out the ball.  I catch it and set on a near-by table.  As I turn back around, Paulo is right there, standing over me.  He’s dropped his PJ bottoms and his unit is standing straight up, almost touching his belly button.

I openly stare at his God-like body.  His muscles glisten with sweat, accentuating his tan body.  As he breathes, his pecs expand to a size I’d only seen on Jay or Ty, til now.  His biceps while not pumped, have veins crisscrossing them.  I swear I can see the blood coursing through them.  He flexes his left one slowly.  I stare as the muscle expands to its full 21 inches.  I feel my unit bounce against my abs.  I divert my eyes, embarrassed. He raises his right hand and puts it on my chin and gently turns my head back to look at his arm.  He softly says, “Don’t be shy Ming.”  I look into his deep brown eyes and feel relieved.  Relieved that he is allowing me to admire his body and that he still knows I am committed to Cam, not that he is a dalliance or side fling, but a good friend.  Hopefully he will continue to have fun with us every once in a while. 

I raise my right hand and pat his plate like pecs.  He smiles.  I move past him and back to Cam. 

“Hey sexy.” I coo into his left ear.  I drape my hand over his right shoulder, lean down, and start to kiss him. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his dick bounce back up to full mast.  I reach my left hand down and encircle it.  I give it a few tugs.

“Mingster.”  He says tenderly.  Not as a question or statement.  Just his way of showing his love for me.  “What else do you have planned for me?  I’m all tied up and have a raging erection.”  We both glance at it at the same time.  Pre-cum is still bubbling up and oozing down the sides.  “Someone has to do something about it.” I kiss him again on his cheek. 

Paulo clears his throat behind us.  “I think I can help with that.”  I close my eyes and quickly imagine him grasping Cam’s unit and literally yanking it so hard, he rips the chair from its nailed down position on the floor, with Cam grunting and moaning in pleasure the whole time.

But no, next thing I know, Paulo spins me around, places his hands under my armpits, and lifts me like a little child.  “Don’t worry buddy, I think you’ll enjoy this.”  He looks past me to Cam and says to him, “You may also have some fun.”  He winks at him.  Cam giggles with anticipation.

I place my hands on his forearms to steady myself.  He walks us to the front of the chair and starts to lower me.  I get the hint.  I free one hand and move it under me and find Cam’s dick.  I pull it upright and as I am lowered, I relax my body and let it slide into me.   I moan at the feeling of Cam being back in me. His rock-hard tool pulses with excitement. He tries to buck his hips, but the straps make it tough. 

I let my weight settle on to his lap.  I clench my hole.  Paulo releases my body and I sink completely into Cam’s lap and lean back into his chest.  I’m comfortable.  Cam leans his head forward and laps at my right ear.  I turn my head to give him better access.  I feel him tense his body.  He squirms under me, sliding back and forth a few inches.  I sigh at the feeling of his unit squishing around inside of me. 

I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of love Cam is giving me.  His soft tongue lapping at my ear, his rigid unit poking my deepest spaces, his muscles tensing and relaxing with every breath he takes.  My unit quivers at the sensual feeling.  I feel pre-cum bubble out and start to slide down my pole. 

Next thing I know there is a warm muscular hand gripping my unit tightly and starting a slow tugging motion.  It is a long motion and it coaxes more fluid from me.  I feel Paulo’s thumb slide across my piss-slit and wipe off the new moisture.  The grip lessons and Cam’s tongue stops its ministrations. 

I hear him softly lap at what must be Paulo’s hand.  He moans as he slurps the pre-cum off the thumb.  His unit throbs in me.  I raise and lower my hips, grinding them into him.  He sighs. 

Paulo clears his throat. I open my eyes and stare at him again.  I feel Cam’s warm breath on the back of my neck.  Paulo’s announces, “Gentlemen, let’s kick this torture into high gear.” 

I nod in approval and Cam says, “Let’s do it big guy.”  There is excitement in his voice. 

Paulo reaches to the chair and starts to undo the straps.  He begins with Cam’s ankles, then moves to his wrists. 

When Cam feels his wrists are free, he moves his hands to my thighs and starts to lift me up and down.  I grip the arms of the chair and steady my body.  My body tenses.

I see Paulo now staring at me.  His gaze wanders up and down my body.  His eyes light up as he studies my muscles. 

Nothing like his of course, but my solid 6 pack and taut pecs are nothing to sneeze at.  My arms, while not his or Cam’s size, are well developed and can hold their own when I’m working out. 

He reaches his left hand out and places it on my chest. He moves the hand to one of the nipple clamps.  He looks into my eyes and I nod.  Cam slows his motion of raising and lowering me.  Paulo carefully takes the nipple clamps off.  I exhale heavily as the biting grip of the clamps is released.  It feels like releasing a belt that was buckled one notch too many. My nipples are a deep brown and painfully sensitive. His fingers massage my areolas and then my chest.  I tense my pecs.  He squeezes gently.  I can feel the strength of his fingers as they push into the muscle.  I tighten my chest as much as I can.  My unit stiffens just a bit more.  He glances down and sees.  He cocks a crooked smile.  He squeezes one more time, a bit harder, then releases his fingers, and pats the muscle lovingly.

His hands wander south to my abs.  They caress the ridges and valleys.  His fingers trace lines softly around each ab.  He puts his index finger against one and gently pushes in.  I tense them.  He smiles again and pushes a bit harder.  I flex harder and smile back.  He winks at me and releases the pressure.  He rubs them all, up and down, like a washboard.  I hear him emit a low hum

Cam starts his motion again.  Slowly at first, then he quickens.  I groan in appreciation.

Paulo watches us, likes he’s contemplating something.  After a few seconds he takes a step back and to the left.  He positions himself so both Cam and I can see him.  His god-like body still glistening with sweat.  Muscles pumped and gorged with blood.  His million-dollar smile and dark brown eyes piercing us. 

He tenses his whole body.  All of his already hard muscles come into dramatic relief. His chest hardens into what I can only describe as granite.  He playfully rolls each pec, one at a time, just to show the control he has over his body.  He then brings both arms down in front of him and does a crab pose.  His arms explode to their full size.  Veins crawling all over them, sweat dripping off them.  He holds the pose for what seems like forever as my indecent gaze wanders over him, but is most likely only a few seconds. 

I feel Cam’s left hand grasp my unit and begin a violent tugging motion.  I hear a low, guttural groan emanate from him also.  His hips continue to assault my butt cheeks as his unit continues to plow my body.  He brings me to the edge too quickly.  I roughly grab his hand and slow his motion.  I croak to him, ‘Not yet.”  He kisses me in the middle of my back and eases his jerking. 

Paulo leans back up, throws up an impressive double bi pose, and takes a step toward us. His rock-hard unit is sticking straight out, I can see a drop of pre-cum at his piss slit, just waiting to be slurped off.  I wet my lips unconsciously. He sees and laughs.  I blush.  He flexes his unit and it bounces wildly up and down, causing the droplet to swing out from his unit.  It does not fall off, but hangs on to him thru a thin viscus thread about 8 inches long.  He tenses his abs and contracts his waist, causing his dick to flex again.  The thread breaks and starts to fall to the ground.  Paulo moves lightning fast, catches the thread in his fingers and lifts it up over his head.  He twists his head up as well, opens his mouth, and lowers the droplet and thread in.  My mouth waters for a taste and I feel saliva coat my mouth. 

He moves his left hand to his unit, strokes it once or twice and more liquid bubbles up.  He uses his thumb and index finger to pull it off.  He looks directly at me, smiles, and puts his fingers in his mouth.  He moans as he licks his fingers clean.  I groan and hear Cam groan as well. 

He takes another step forward, pushes his right leg out, shakes it left and right a few times, then suddenly tenses it.  The quadriceps spring to life. The different muscles are clearly visible and twitch with his every movement. 

Cam groans loudly, grabs me by my hips, easily lifts me up, then smashes me down.  I feel his unit grow larger.  He lifts me again and when I slam into him again, he cums.  His firehose unleashes a torrent into my body.  He holds my thighs tightly to his body to keep me from being pushed up and off.  Paulo, seeing Cam releasing, takes another step forward, falls into a most muscular pose, and emits a grunt from his abdomen.  I feel his warm breath blow past me. 

My unit twinges, now yearning for release.  I feel Cam’s hand grope for it.  He finds it and starts to jerk it.  Paulo takes a final step and is now right in front of us.  His body is flexed, muscles everywhere.  He has a crooked grin on his face and pre-cum is dripping out of him like a leaky faucet. 

He reaches his right hand out, places it on my left thigh, then maneuvers it between my legs.  He finds my hairless balls and cups them in his one hand.  He gently rolls them around.  His thumb wanders under them to my most sensitive area between my hole and my balls.  He strokes it softly.  I squirm, but am still held in place by Cam.  Cam increases his jerking of my dick.  I reach out my right hand and grasp Paulo’s flexed left bicep.  He tenses it even more.  I gasp as my spine tingles. I feel Cam’s tongue on my right earlobe.  I cry out, “AAauugh…” as cum explodes out of my body.  4 shots fly straight up, each as powerful as the last.  The first one blasts me in the face.  The second covers my chest.  The third and fourth coat Cam’s hand and dribble down to coat Paulo’s too. 

I relax and fall back into Cam’s waiting body.  He whispers to me, “Thought this was my day to be tortured…”  I giggle softly.  He continues, “Looks like you had all the fun.”  I turn my head as he kisses me on the cheek.

Paulo coughs and interrupts us.  He animalistically says, “Gentlemen, my turn.  Who’s going to help me?”  My hand immediately goes up and I feel Cam raise is left hand as well.  Paulo exuberantly says, “Wonderful.  Let me help everyone get into position.” 

I wonder what he means.  He gets back in front of me and he places his hands under my armpits and lifts me off a sagging Cam, just as easily as he put me on him.  Once I’m clear, he sets me down, my unit is flaccid, but his show of strength causes me to perk up.  This is not missed by Paulo.  He stretches a hand out to Cam and helps him up from the chair.

Once Cam is up, Paulo gets between us and stretches his arms out, so they are at our eye level.  He says in a commanding voice, “Each of you grab on to a bicep, then hold on.  Once I get started, there’s no stopping, and you don’t want to miss out.”

I grab ahold of his unflexed right bicep by reaching up from underneath it and interconnecting my hands directly over what will be the flexed muscle.  Cam does the same.   Once we’re set, he says to us in his deep thunderous voice, “Lift your legs off the floor.”  My unit immediately springs to full mast.  I slowly lift my legs up. 

Once they’re up, Paulo slowly flexes his arms up, pulling both of us higher off the ground.  Our combined weight of around 300 lbs. does not even phase him.  His biceps expand to their full size.  His arm is slippery due to his sweat, but I hang on as best I can.  I also attempt to grope his arm. The muscle feels like molten lava.  He flexes even more and it becomes hard as granite.  He laughs out loud and mockingly says, “I thought you two weighed more than this.  We need to bulk you guys up, so this is a challenge for me.”  He flexes again, pulling his forearms closer to his head.  My unit is pulsing and fluid is leaking out. I glance at Paulo’s unit and see it is sticking straight out and has a deep red tint to it.  I see a vein running along it and it is pulsing, sending blood to the engorged mushroom head. 

I start to breath heavily.  Paulo senses what is happening to both of us and orders us, “Not yet.  The fun hasn’t even started yet.”  I immediately close my eyes and take several quick cleansing breaths.  I pull back from the edge. 

I feel us moving.  I open my eyes and see he is taking us to a large open area in the room.  He releases the flex a bit, lowering us, but quickly flexes again, pulling us back up.  He puts each hand behind each ear and stands still for a second.  I notice his breathing is calm and measured. 

He starts turning counterclockwise.  Slowly at first, but after the first two rotations, he speeds up.  He calmly says to us, “Now the fun begins.  Hold on tight.”  I clench my fingers together.  They don’t even dent his muscle. We continue to rotate. 

After ten rotations, he slows to stop.  He lowers his hands from his ears and stretches his arms back out, holding our weight on his arms like we are cotton fabric of a light summer shirt. 

I know not to put my feet down until he indicates to do so.  He does not make any motion for us to do so.  He takes another deep breath.  As His chest expands Cam’s head disappears from my view.  I hear Cam groan again and Paulo chuckles.  He sarcastically says, “One down.”  He casually turns his head to me and calmly says, “I thought for sure Cam would outlast you.  I guess you need some more stimulation.”  He turns his head to Cam and says, “Hope you had fun.  You can let go now.”  I see Paulo lower his left arm and Cam slides off. He moves into view and I see cum dripping from his unit.  He stumbles a bit and sits on the floor, with a dazed look in his eyes.

Paulo turns back to me, smiles, and says, “Want to go for a quick ride.”  I nod my cautiously.  “Don’t worry Ming, I’m just using you as my own fleshlight, but I think you’ll have fun.”  He winks at me.

He swings his right arm to the front of his body, with me still hanging on to his enormous bicep.  Once out front, I feel his left hand move between my legs again.  This time, he uses it to spread them apart.  I see him maneuver his body so I am right over his unit.  He lowers his arm and I feel him under me.

I tentatively release my hands from his arms and put them on his chest for support.  He chuckles softly.  I let my full weight come to rest on him and his unit feels like a steel girder.  He says softly, “Mingster, you weigh all of 150 lbs. or so, after what I just did with these arms,” which he flexes again, “I think my dick can support you.” He winks.  I wink back. 

He flexes his dick up and down just to show off.  I smile and twist his nipples softly.  He slowly moves his hands to my hips.  He grasps them and slides me back and forth along his length.  I think to myself, ‘Oh God, what a feeling.’ I close my eyes again, twist his nipples harder and let my body relax. 

He continues to move my body along his unit, stopping when my crack hits his mushroom or when my unit is crushed between our bodies. 

I clench my legs together as tightly as I can.  He coos to me, “That’s it, Ming.  God, that feels wonderful.  Tighter papi, tighter.”  I clench my legs as hard as I can.  The friction between us is causing my body to heat up.  Sweat is pouring down both our bodies. 

Suddenly, he quickens his motions.  I am flying along his unit.  He growls another animalistic groan, pulls me roughly to his body, wraps his arms around my back, holding me securely to him, and screams in what sounds like pain, but is unfettered pleasure.  I feel his cum travel the length of his unit and blast out.  His hips jerk up, as each load is shot out.  One blast coats my back.  The others shoot out and blanket Cam and the carpet.  His release lasts a good twenty seconds. 

As he relaxes and releases his death like grip on my body, my unit convulses.  My load shoots out and coats his abs, chest, and under his chin.  My grip on his nipples increases as an unconscious impulse to keep my body steady.  He moans at the pain.  His eyes flutter shut and he begins to lose his balance. He sprawls one leg backward in an attempt to steady himself, but with my adding weight, it’s not enough.  I begin to slide off him.  I release his nipples, close my eyes, and brace my body for impact with the floor, but it never comes. 

I feel two strong arms catch me before I hit the floor. 

I know who it is, Cam.  His arms cradle me.  He lifts me up.  I open my eyes and look into his clear green loving eyes.  I glance to Paulo and see he stumbled back to a wall and did not fall over. 

I look back to Cam, hook an arm around his neck, and pull myself up to him for a kiss.  He lovingly reciprocates.

We move to the chair and settle into it.  Me in Cam’s lap, kissing and cooling off. 

Paulo clears his voice.  We break our kiss and look over to him.  Cam jokingly says, “Dude, you’re a mess.”  I chuckle because he’s right.  Paulo is still sweaty, there’s cum on his legs and torso.  His hair is messed up and now there’s dust on him as well. 

He moves toward us, puts a hand on my back, and says just as sarcastically, “Yeah, ok pot.”  He winks at us.  I pat his cum covered torso.  “I’m going for a shower.  Give me about 20 minutes to get cleaned up.” We all laugh.

Paulo turns and leaves.  We hear him close the door when he gets to the top of the steps.  I turn back to Cam and quietly say, “Thank you muscles.  This meant a lot to me.” 

He knowingly nods.  He leans up and kisses me on the nose.  He says, just as quietly, “Anything for you Mingster.”  I lean to him and hug him; tears start to stream down my face.

We snuggle for another ten minutes.  We arouse each other with our touches, then back off and let the feeling fade.  I can still hear Paulo’s shower going.  As we move in for another kissing session, there is a loud crash upstairs. I turn my head towards it, then back to Cam.  He’s looking at the stairwell with intensity.  His breathing has calmed, but his body has tensed.  He gets up out of the chair and slowly lowers my legs.  I stand and unhook my arm from his neck.  He looks at me and with a stern look, which I know means he wants me to stay here.  I nod slightly.

He heads to the stairwell, picking up a baseball bat along the way, and slowly ascends.  At the top, he puts his right ear to the door, listens for intruders.  His left hand is on the knob.  Time seems to have slowed to a stop.  It is very quiet; my heart beat sounds like thunder in my head. 

He turns the knob and very slowly opens the door.  I see him exhale, not realizing he had been holding his breath.  He disappears into the hallway.  I walk to the bottom of the steps and wait.

I hear him walking around, going from the hallway to the kitchen, then into the living room.   I hear him curse in an angry voice, “Fuckers.”  I immediately start up the steps.  When I reach the top, I see Cam coming back down the hallway toward me.  He puts a hand up and angerly says, “Some dick threw a rock through a window.  There is glass everywhere.  Don’t go in there barefoot.”  I frown.  He continues, just as upset, “There was a note attached.”  I think to myself, here it comes.  “It said ‘Faggots’.”  I sigh.

[Psuace]

As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.  Good or bad, it can only help me improve.

 

Part 3, The Massage.

 

“Jezz Eddie, trust us for once, will ya.” Colin says to me with a bit of aggravation in his voice.  They both stare at me.  Ian is wearing a pair of dark blue sweat pants and a dark red long sleeve t-shirt.  Colin has on a pair of grey sweat and a bright green t-shirt with the Green Lantern logo.  I’m in work pants and a striped dark blue mechanics shirt.

“Ha!” I roar back.  “I’ve known you two” I say pointing at each one of them with a hairy, crooked, oil covered finger “long enough to know when you’re up to something, and it’s usually no good.” I scowl at them and squint my eyes. 

Truth be told, Colin and Ian have been a life saver for me.  Yeah, they played games with me at first, but once we got settled and worked thru the kinks of being together, they’ve made my life complete. And not just the sex, but the way they love me, each in their individual way, as well as a pair.  Colin is definitely more mischievous and Ian is more sensitive.  It’s taken some time, but when I spent solo time with each of them, I know how aggressive I can be, or if I need to go with a slow burn night. Ian is better kisser, but not by much.  He’s also a bit stronger and likes it when we wrestle around and get sweaty.  For being identical twins, they are as different as night and day.

This is just foreplay for us.  They ask me to do something, or want to do something with me, and I play hard to get.  They get all hot and bothered, then I make my move and surprise them by giving in to their request.  Today, I’m going to play it out a bit longer, just to see how upset they get.

I bark at them, “Sorry twinks, daddy has plans for today.”  I flex my left arm and the bicep springs to its full 23 inches.  I bounce it a few times.   I turn my head toward it and lick the bulging vein and coat it with saliva.  “And, you two aren’t invited.  Daddy needs some alone time, now beat it.”  I turn and head for the stairs to my bedroom.  I smile to myself as I head to the stairs, waiting for them to try to coax me into doing whatever it is they have in mind.  It’s probably something kinky and weird. 

I get half way up when I hear Ian softly say to me, “Big guy,” I pause, but don’t turn around, “You can go play with yourself, but when you get bored, we’ll be in our room, giving each other massages.”  Silence follows. 

I stand still, getting a mental picture of the two of them climbing all over each other, and feel my dick getting hard.  Fuckers are really good and hitting my buttons and soft spots.  I need to hold firm for a bit longer.  Without turning around, I say, “Have at it, kids.  Just keep the noise down.”  I continue to the top of the steps and walk to my room.  I enter and close the door.  I bend over at the knees, put my hands on my thighs, and exhale completely.  Need to keep calm and not let them get to me, yet.

I hear their voices in the hallway.  They’re speaking in low tones, so I cannot make out what they’re saying.  I hear their door shut.  I walk to the master bath attached to my bedroom and turn on the soaking tubs’ cold-water faucet.  I gather some water in my hands and splash my face.  I get another handful and douse my hair.  The chilly water feels refreshing and helps to shrink my erection.  I get another handful and splash my face again.  I reach for a towel and dry my head.  I turn to the sinks and look at my reflection in the mirror.

I stare at myself.  30’s, good shape, strong as fuck, living with twin gingers who adore me, and I adore them.  Own my own business.  Have some great friends, although I won’t admit it to them.   

I strip my t-shirt off and check my body out.  Not too bad.  A couple gray hairs starting to grow, but I’m not that vain. The boys don’t seem to mind.  I flex a pec involuntarily.  Abs still there and covered in dark fur.  I flex a bicep again, just to check it out.  I turn my head to my pit and take a deep breath.  A nice manly scent after working all day in the shop.

I quickly brush my teeth and gargle some mouthwash.  I strip out of my work jeans and underwear and toss them into the hamper. I head back to the bedroom, open the bureau and pull out a grey t-shirt and a pair of dark blue nylon mesh gym shorts.  I sit on the edge of the bed and lay back onto it.  I close my eyes and think what the guys are up to.  What kind of massage are they thinking?  Two on one or one on two?  Would be fun either way.

My hand reaches to my unit in my shorts.  I fondle gently it. It slowly comes back to life. 

I stand and take a deep breath.  My unit is tenting my shorts.  Time to see what the boys want to do. I quietly open my door and walk to theirs.  I put my right ear to the door and listen.  Silence.  Maybe they went back downstairs?  I would have heard them. 

I put my right hand on the knob and slowly turn it.  It opens inward.  The lights are dimmed.  I see a red and yellow geometrical patterned beach blanket spread over their king-sized bed. There is a lit cranberry scented candle on one of the nightstands.  I look around the room and see the boys, naked, leaning against a dresser kissing one another, their quickly discarded clothes, a pile, at their feet.   Fuck, they’re hot.  They are muscular and have shaved all the hair off their bodies, except for their heads.  My erection grows harder and strains the mesh of my shorts. 

The kiss goes on for a while.  I watch them quietly, not interrupting their private time. Colin has his left hand on the back of Ian’s head and is keeping the heads together.  Ian has his left hand around Colin’s waist, with his fingers splayed onto his right ass cheek.  His bicep is slightly flexed, indicating he is holding them together.  I guess their units are at full mast and trying to spread them apart.  I see his fingers squeeze softly. I hear one of them hum.  A low noise from his gut.  I instinctively yank my unit.

I walk to them, across the dark green area rug. I hit a pine hardwood floorboard and hear it squeak.  I pause.  They stop and turn to look at me.  Ian looks me over, sees my erection, and smiles.  Colin reaches a hand out to me and says, “About time, big guy.  This is the longest you’ve held out.”  I take my shirt off and take the final step to them.  They spread apart and I join them. I wrap an arm around each of their waists and pull their bodies to mine.  As a group, we start kissing. 

It took a bit of trial and error, but we’ve finally got the three-way kissing down.  They each start with the whisker covered cheek on their side.  They lovingly pucker up and kiss me.  Their lips are soft, warm, and covered in saliva.  They slowly move toward my mouth.  They both get there at the same time.  I open my lips and poke my tongue out.  They kiss it, tenderly.  I ache and feel my knees go weak.  I pull on their waists a bit harder, pulling them that much closer to me.  I feel both their units, hard as steel pipes, rubbing my thighs through my shorts.  I hear both of them moan. 

I squeeze my arms and feel a chill travel down my spine to my unit.  It spasms.  A bubble of precum oozes out and soaks my shorts. 

We continue to kiss. 

I turn my head to Ian and we lock lips.  He tries to invade my mouth, but I hold him off.  I feel his left-hand travel up my right side.  His fingers softly caress my rib cage.  I feel his thumb and forefinger make their way to my right nipple.  I brace my body as he takes hold of it and pinches.  My whole body stiffens due to the sudden pleasure shooting thru it.  I kiss him harder and push my tongue into his mouth.  He tries to keep me out, but I persist.  I flex my fingers and grab his ass harder. His unit expels a dollop of fluid.  It soaks my shorts.  His mouth opens and he exhales a deep warm breath.  I stick my tongue in and start to molest his mouth with abandon.  He twists my nipple harder, causing me to almost crush his glute.  He groans in pain and I immediately relax my hand, but keep my tongue in his mouth.

Colin is busy washing my left earlobe with his tongue.  He rakes it over the soft skin behind the ear and I shudder again. I use my left arm to pull him closer.  His warm body feels like it is attached to me.  I feel his left hand on my abs.  He plays with the coarse hair there, running his fingers thru it, and gently tugging on it.  His hand makes it way south and I feel his fingers pull on the elastic waist band.  They dive in and start to play with my trimmed pubic hair.  His fingers glide over the shaven area and they grasp my upward pointing stiff unit.  He tugs it a few times.  More precum percolates out.  He covers his fingers with it and then withdraws his hand.  I feel his tongue leave my ear.  I glance at him without turning my head and see him put his fingers in his mouth and suck my juice off.  He does it slowly and with deliberate movements.  His fingers go in all the way his mouth.  He sees me watching and winks at me.  I wink back and turn my attention back to Ian. 

Ian’s left hand has been tugging and massaging my right nipple to no end.  Now, my nipples are not the most sensitive part of my body, and the twins know that, but if they are given a good working over, they get nice and perky.  Ian is doing a fine job.  I’ll have to remember for when we have our alone time together.  I can wear a skin tight top and make sure to get my nips all worked up before we get busy.  Once his sees them poking thru the shirt, he won’t be able to keep his hands off me.  But that is for another day.  Right now, I let out a low guttural moan to let them know I’m primed and ready for the next phase. 

They slowly pull away from kissing me and each take one of my hands into theirs.  We walk the short distance to the bed.  Colin says, “Lay on the bed, on your stomach.  Put your head over the end.”  I slip my shorts off.  My unit springs to full attention and slaps my abs.  A string of pre-cum stretches from my hairy abs back to my piss-slit.  Colin licks his lips.  I look into his eager eyes and crack a smile.  I turn to the bed and lay on it as he indicated.  He groans softly with disappointment.

I close my eyes and let the boys take over.

Ian climbs on my back, near my ass, his hardening cock slapping my lower back.  I hear a plastic bottle open and sense oil is being poured out.  I hear his hands rub together, warming up the oil.  He gently puts them in the middle of my back. There is a quick chill, then warmth as he begins to spread it around. 

Colin also has oil on his hands and starts with my left calf.  I feel him spread the oil all around, getting his muscle man greased up for the show later on.  I laugh to myself, ‘my boys love me.  God I am one lucky guy.’  I smile and move my arms from hanging over the edge of the bed to my sides.

Ian starts with my lower back; his strong fingers dig into my external abdominal obliques on my left side. He pushes down, between the muscle fibers, working on small knots I did not know were there.  He hits one knot that does not give into to his machinations.  He applies more pressure and I cringe slightly with pain.  It does not give.  He grunts with mild frustration.  He backs off a bit.  He moves to a side of it and rubs the area with increased pressure, working on the attached muscles, loosening them.  Once he is satisfied, he goes back at the knot and it melts away.  I sigh with relief.   He continues working the area for the next few minutes, then moves to the right sided and performs the same magic there.

Colin is still working on my left calf, digging his fingers into the muscle fibers, separating them, working out the kinks and bringing much needed relief to the area.  Given the density of the muscle there, he is using more pressure.  I can feel the palms of his hands and the heals getting into the action as well, pressing and pushing. 

His warm hands move between my legs and he slathers oil on my inner thighs.  I sense he will be moving to my hole and attempt to penetrate me while I lay prone on the bed.  I have not decided if I’ll allow him in or not.  I’m surprised when his hands leave the area and start to work on my right calf.  He uses the same intensity and pressure.  It feels great. 

After a few minutes, he puts a knee between my legs and nudges it upward indicating he wants me to separate my legs.  I do and he starts to work on my inner right thigh.  I feel both his hands take ahold of the muscle and start to kneed it, like a ball of dough.  He presses down and in, then reverses and pushes outward.  This goes on for several minutes until he feels the muscle has been loosened up sufficiently. He moves to my other leg and repeats.

Ian gets off my back, walks around to the front of the bed, and starts to massage my traps and the nape of my neck.  I can feel his hard unit strike my cheek as he sways his hips back and forth.  He is trying to get me to suck him off.  I keep my mouth closed for the time being.  He continues to work his magic on my upper back, leaning over my head to reach further down.  He repositions himself so the tip of his unit is pressed against my lips. I can feel the warm pre-cum oozing out of his slit and coating them. I let my tongue snake out to taste his juices.  He senses the opening and gently pushes.  Not forcefully, but with enough pressure that I give-in and let him in.  He sighs and his hands pause their movements as I start a slow, gentle sucking motion.  I flood my mouth with saliva and use my tongue to coat his whole unit with it.  I then suck the moisture off and then use my tongue to reapply it.  

My hands are still by my sides. I think about moving them back over the edge of the bed so I can pull Ian closer to me, but he has other plans.  He starts working on my triceps again.  His hands’ firm motion pushes down toward my elbows, then he pulls back up, working the muscles over.  As he pushes down, he moves his hips forward and his rock-hard unit pushes further into my mouth, allowing me to inhale the masculine scent from his body.  As he pulls back, he withdraws.  The mushroom head comes to my lips, but I encase it with a tight seal and suck on it like a Dyson vacuum, to keep him from exiting.  His body shivers, and he stands as still as a statue.  His fingers dig into my muscles as he attempts to keep his load from rocketing out of his body, or from passing out due to immense pleasure.  I lessen my pressure on him and his body sags a bit from the release of the intense joy. 

I hear him pick up the bottle of lotion and put more on his hands.  Not sure why more is needed as I feel like a greased pig.  His fingers rub the warm oil over the upper portion of my back.  I feel his hands start to work my lats, from the top down toward my waist.  There is a forceful movement, and I feel the muscles being stretched and elongated.  The pressure feels great.  Tension is being released; stress relieved. On the way back up, he uses the tips of his fingers and drags them across my skin. I feel a tingle shoot down my spine as my unit perks up. 

I buck my hips up to give it space to expand.  I settle back down and feel Colins’ fingers slide through my crack.  His soft fingers deposit some oil there and expertly rub it in. A finger brushes my hairy hole and caresses the sensitive area around it.  I moan to myself. 

He moves his fingers away from that area and down to my feet.  He lifts my left leg into the air and starts to rub my heal and instep.  He is using only the heal of his hand.  The mixture of the oil and pressure hits a nerve and I feel my foot start to cramp. Colin senses what is happening and holds my leg up by my ankle.  My toes curl downward and my leg wants to kick.  I twist my foot left and right a few times, then up and down to try to alleviate some of the spasm.    After the cramp subsides, he goes back to work, all-be-it a bit gentler.  I wiggle my toes in appreciation. 

I turn my attention back to Ian’s dick in my mouth.  I inhale deeply, sucking on it expertly.  I swish my tongue around it, hitting nerves on the shaft and near the mushroom head.  He shivers and his fingertips dig into my traps.  I release the pressure and so does he. 

He pulls out completely and moves his body back onto the bed, next to me.  He positions his body right over my left hand and begins working my mid-lats, pushing and pulling the muscles.  The fingers on my left hand curl up and gently play with his hairless ball sack.  They both have low riding sacks with decent sized balls.  As I cup him, I feel warmth exuding from his body.  This is mostly due to the workout he is getting massaging my body.  His still hard dick is laying against my body.  I use my fingertips to pull down on the sack, extending the loose skin.  I run my forefinger up the backside of the sack to where it meets his body.  His hairless skin there is super sensitive and I gently caress the area.  As I do this, his ministrations to my back muscles increases.  The heels of his hands press into my back and stretch the overworked muscles to their limits.  He eases off and they recoil back.

They both pause their actions.  Ian climbs back onto my back and leans down.  His chest is splayed across my back.  I feel his tongue lap at my left ear.  I move my hands from my sides to hanging over the edge of the bed.  His hands softly caress my triceps and biceps as he continues to kiss me.  I turn my head to kiss him back.

Colin makes his move and snakes a finger up my inner thigh to my hole.  He runs the tip of his oiled finger around the area and plays with the skin.  My steel pipe of a hard-on is running out of space to grow.  I buck my hips up to give it room to expand.  Colin, swiftly and expertly grabs my unit, gives it a few tugs, and maneuvers it so it is pointing towards him.  As I lay back down, I realize this is not the most comfortable position for me, but it’s fine for now. 

Ian is rubbing his 9-inch unit along my spine, getting it covered with the excess oil on my body. 

The three of us are warm, almost to the point of sweating.

I feel Colin’s moistened lips take a swipe at my extended unit, then travel up toward my hole, kissing my unit along the way.  When they get to my hole, they start to swirl around, coating the already oily area with his saliva.  His tongue presses on my hole, looking, asking permission for entry.  I relent, a bit, and feel the tip of his tongue just enter the opening I have given him.  The strong muscles in his tongue, push and prod, hitting, caressing the sensitive nerves in the area.  He groans with pleasure.  I relent and ease the muscles in the area, allowing him greater access.  I feel his hands grab both my ass-cheeks and spread them apart, giving him easier access.  His tongue fully enters me.  I grunt and squeeze, just to play with him. 

In the meantime, Ian and I have been kissing passionately.  His hands are now draped over my shoulders and our fingers are entwined.  I clench my fists and Ian moans at the strength.  He stretches his body over mine, wiggles around, and I feel pre-cum ooze out of him onto my back.  He moves his body from left to right, spreading the fluid.  I feel some of my own pre-cum leak out and soak the towel beneath me. 

Colin probes farther.  I allow it. I feel his strong fingers grab my ass-cheeks and spread them wider apart, giving him the easiest access.  He withdraws his tongue and I feel two fingers make their way in.  He starts a nice a gentle motion, making sure his fingers are continually lubricated, either with oil or spit.  I groan as he pushes them further in.  I feel one knuckle, then 2 enter me.  He pauses and separates his fingers, widening the opening.   

He continues the motion for several minutes.  I then feel his unit at the entrance, nudging, probing, making sure he allowed to enter.  I relax my ass.  He enters.  I sigh heavily. 

My boys are well endowed, no doubt, but they are also very skilled at using their tools and know how to bring out the most intense organisms I’ve had.  They work very well as a pair, but their one-on-one skills are just as impressive.  I may be bigger and stronger than both of them, but they know how to push all the right buttons on me to get me to lower my guard.  Once it’s down, they take over and I just go along for the ride to orgasm. Could I stop them? Sure, a flex of one of my massive biceps, a long slow pec roll, or a finger properly placed under their scrotum, and they turn to jelly, but then they lose interest in pleasuring me and just want me to dominate them.

I feel Colin pick up his pace.  His hands are on my cheeks, for stability and control.  I flex my glutes and they turn to stone.  I feel he is completely in me, so I flex my hole trapping him.  He tries to wiggle out, but cannot not.  He flexes his unit inside of me and it rubs across my prostate.  I shiver and relax just the slightest bit.  He takes that as a sign, withdraws his unit a bit, then rams it back into me.  I clench my hole, and he groans with pleasure. 

Ian, not to be left out, splays his legs down my sides and seductively gyrates his body up and down my back.  More pre-cum escapes him and coats my back.  I moan with pleasure.  My load is churning and growing.  Theirs are as well. 

Time to crank up this massage.  I flex my whole body and every muscle hardens to stone.  They moan in unison.  I don’t want them to cum yet.  I relax and so do they. 

Ian slowly climbs off my back.  Colin withdraws completely.  They are very quiet.  I know what’s happening.  I crane my head around and see them in a deep kiss.  Their hands are slowly jerking the other one.  They move away from me and off the bed.  Their units are a deep red, slick with oil, and ready to burst.  I cough roughly.  They turn as one, see my glare, and break their kiss.

Ian smiles, puts a hand on my lat and indicates he wants me to turn over.  I do.

The switch positions.  Colin straddles my midsection and Ian goes below. 

Ian immediately starts lapping at my ball sac and scrotum.  His fingers probe my hole and I feel one push in.  He grabs my unit with his other hand, pulls it upright, and swallows it as best he can.  He is ¾ the way down when he starts to choke due to my girth.  I can feel warm slobber running down the sides and down to my balls.  He gets a nice up and down motion going.  As he descends, he makes progress to swallowing the final portion.  I can feel the finger in my ass push a bit further in and press upward.  His mouth moves down and my boy gets the final portion of my unit in his mouth. 

He gurgles and chokes on it, but he’s done it. 

I let out a heavy sigh into Colin’s mouth.  The kiss we’ve been enjoying has been all tongues and spit.  He’s running his tongue along my teeth, and deep into my throat.  His right hand is behind my head, pulling me up to him. 

My hands are tucked behind my head and my biceps are flexed.  His left hand is groping my right bicep, mauling it, feeling the muscle striations and blood coursing thru the veins.  There is strength in his fingers.  All the extra work in the gym is paying off.  I groan again with pleasure and feel my load building.

I wiggle my hips from side to side and Ian quickens the pace of his up and down movement on my unit.  He can sense my load is imminent and wants to receive it.  I tap Colin on his shoulder, break our kiss, and whisper, “Load time.”

He smiles broadly, carefully gets off my chest, and maneuvers around so he is next to Ian at my unit.  I lean up onto my elbows to watch the show.  Colin taps Ian on his shoulder.  Ian slowly lifts off my unit.  As a unit, the two of them put their lips around my unit, creating a make-shift flesh lite.  They start their up and down motion in unison. 

I clench my body as they stimulate every nerve on my dick.  Every muscle tenses.  I see their hands roam over my body, feeling the taut muscles of my chest, abs, and thighs.  I tighten up even more and their hands start to paw at the muscles, groping me unabashedly.  I soak in the worship, use it to increase my hold over them. 

Their movements become frantic, unbalanced as Ian is moving quicker than Colin.  I put a hand on each of their heads and bring them back into sync.  They slow their movements and apply more pressure.  I’m at the edge.  I now put my hands on the back of their heads and force them to stop. 

As my load boils up my pipe, my midsection vacuums in then quickly expand as the load explodes out of me like a geyser.  Ian moves quickly and caps my head, getting the second and third shot.  He pulls off and Colin moves to get the final one.

My body relaxes.  The boys continue to grope and fondle my muscles and kiss my body, hoping an extra ounce of cum will magically appear.  Not this time boys.  I put my hands back behind my head and sigh with content. 

They simultaneously lean up onto their knees, edge closer to my body, and start to jerk themselves.  Their knees and thighs are bunched against my ribs.  I let them do their thing.  As they jerk off, they lean closer to each other and start to kiss.  Their lips bounce off each other, then move together for an extended kiss, sharing my cum.  I hear them moaning and see their hands start to move quicker.  I watch as a voyeur and wonder what they think about my presence.  Do they do it to entertain me, or to get a reaction from me.  Do they want me to intercede and take control, or just let them have at it?  It’s a question for another time.

I continue to watch and listen.  They are two of the most gorgeous men I know.  Identical ginger twins, with muscular bodies, happy-go-lucky personalities, and hearts of gold.  Woe-be-tide anyone who fucks with them, they’ll have me to deal with and that won’t go well for them.

Their groans turn to grunts.  Their bodies convulse at the same time and their loads explode out simultaneously, coating the others abs and lower chest with an impressive coating of cum.  The grunts subside, but they hold their kiss. 

After a minute, they break the kiss and lay down on each side of me.  Their cum covered bodies against my sweaty, oiled up body. They lightly kiss me on my hairy outer pecs, and I feel their hands, wander through the hair on my chest, abs, and groin.  They are not trying to arouse me, this is our winddown routine.  I inhale deeply, expanding my 50-inch chest, and as I exhale, I close my eyes and enjoy the moment. 

We start to drowse off when I hear a car alarm go off.  It must be pretty close to our condo parking slots for me to hear it up in the back bedroom.  The shrilling noise continues. 

Colin gets off the bed with some urgency.  He walks to the bureau, picks up the remote to his car, and hits the emergency button.  The car alarm stops.  I hear him say, “Fuck.”  He quickly goes to the pile of clothes and pulls on his sweats and t-shirt. He doesn’t bother clean the cum off him. 

He grabs his phone and keys and exits the room.  Ian stays next to me, kissing my nipple.  I glance over to him and ask, “Should we go help him, or at see what’s up?”

Ian releases my nipple and says, “I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough.”  He goes back to nuzzling me.  I’m no longer in the mood. 

I push him off me, and hear him groan.  I look at him and angerly say, “1, your brother’s car alarm just went off and you don’t seem to care.  Not even a ‘hey, want me to come down to see what’s up?’.  Don’t be upset with me for showing concern for him.”  I roughly grab my shorts and shirt.  I pull them on and walk out of the room without looking back. 

As I descend the steps to the living room, I see Colin coming back in from outside.  He’s clearly upset, which means something happened to his 2016 Forest Green Toyota Highlander.

“Fuckers. God-dammit.”  He sees me and I see tear roll down his face 

I think to myself, ‘uh-oh.’  He walks over to me and I pull him into a fierce hug.  He wraps his arms around my back and just stands there.  “It’ll be ok Colin.  The car can be fixed, whatever the damage.”

He gruffly says, “Yeah, but what they wrote on it won’t go away as quickly.” 

I go ramrod still.  After a few seconds I break our hug and move with purpose past him to the door.  I need to see for myself what they did and what they wrote.  I grab a bat from the umbrella stand, just in case the perpetrators are still around and waiting for us, or me to come out.  I open the door and glance around. I don’t see anyone loitering around, or any out of place cars. I walk out to his Toyota, which is a few spaces down from our door. 

The driver’s side door has been hit with a baseball bat several times.  The mirror has been knocked off and the passenger window smashed.  The tail lights are out as well.  I sigh and walk to the other side.  This is where I see what they wrote which upset Colin.  ‘Princess.’ Is spray painted in bright pink.  My grip on the bat becomes tighter.  My forearm muscles tighten, as does my back.  I growl to myself in frustration and anger.  I look over to my pickup and do not see any noticeable damage.  I scan the lot for Ian’s dark blue 2017 Nissan Sentra.  I spot it after a few seconds and see it is fine.

I look around for any of our neighbors, but seeing as it’s a frigid mid-January afternoon, I doubt any of them would be outside right now if they didn’t have to be.   I can knock on doors later and ask if anyone saw anything or has a door-camera which may be picked up some video of the people.  Right now, Colin needs me.

I take one last look around the parking lot and head back to the condo.  I go in, shut and lock the door, and see Colin sitting in a chair with a dark look covering his usually cheerful face.  Ian is in the kitchen getting some water for him.

I squat down in front of him, pull his face up, so we are looking in each other’s eyes, and quietly say, “2, we will fix the damage to your car, but don’t let that hateful message sit here or here.”  I tap his head and heart.  I think to myself, ‘I know who did this and it was not directed at Colin or Ian, but at me.  I need to reach out to Ty, Paulo, and Jay.  The kids from the bar incident are after us.’

[Psuace]

Part 4, My best and worst dream ever.

 

“That’s right Max, keep pushing.  You got this.  Just a little more.  Keep breathing.” Jay keeps saying calmly as I press the 225 lbs. up for my last rep, in my set, on the decline bench press. His fingers are right under the bar, but not touching it.  I exhale fully, use every last bit of strength, and straighten my arms.  Jay grabs the bar and it clangs back into the supports of the bench.  The sound echoes around the empty gym.  “Great job buddy.  I knew you could get that last rep without my help.”  His sparkling blue eyes are looking down into my deep brown ones and he has a big grin on his cleanshaven face.

Sweat is pouring off my forehead, matting down my curly brown hair.  My deep red t-shirt has sweat stains under the arms and down the middle of the front.  He reaches his left hand down and pats me on my chest, coping a feel while he’s at it. I smile back up to him, enjoying my view of his magnificent body from the decline position.  I can see up his untucked shirt to his rock-hard abs and shelf-like pecs.  His nipples are hard due to the chilly air in the gym tonight, and are poking into his deep green t-shirt.  I can also see his purple posing trunks up the leg of his grey mesh gym shorts.  I’m glad he’s wearing them.  He was hesitant at first, but when I explained that no one at the gym would know he was wearing them unless he told, he relented.

I reach thru the machine and stroke his diamond shaped calf muscle.  I look back up and see his crewcut blonde hair and winning smile.  I lean up on the bench and unhook my legs from the supports.  Jay leans over and gives me a kiss.  I cup his chin and kiss him back.  He quietly says, “One more set.  I’ll toss 5’s on each side for you.  Go take a break for a minute or two.  Recovery time is just as important as the set itself.”  He lovingly pats me on the shoulder and hands a towel to me.

I get up, head across the floor to the water fountain, drying my hair as I go, and grab a quick drink.  Gratefully, the COVID lockdown has been lifted, and we’re able to hit the gym again.  Ty is letting Jay and I stay a bit after closing to get in some extra work.  With so many people starting their New Year’s Resolutions and everyone wanting to get back at it after the three-week closure, it’s been tough getting into a good workout flow. He and Davey are down in the steam room relaxing until we finish. 

I take a few deep breaths to clear my head and wander back to the benches.  Jay, all 6’3” and 265 pounds of him, is loading up his flat bench bar with 45 pounders.  Two on each side for his warm up set.  I know I’ll never be in his league, but just to be able to watch my finance, yeah, got to get used to saying that, throw around some impressive weights, is enough to get me hard as a rock. I walk up behind him, put my hands around his waist and bring him in for a hug.  I inhale deeply and smell his manly, sweaty aroma, mixed with Old Spice deodorant. He quietly says, “Hey sexy, you ready for your last set?”  I grunt yes.  “We’re hitting new ground here, so just do your best.”  I pat his rock-hard abs in response.

I move to the bench, get on, and lock my feet into the supports.  I lean backwards and slowly lower my 175-pound body down.  I see the bar; Jay is standing back, allowing me to get into my zone.  I put both hands on the bar, adjust my fingers a few times.  Move my hands inward and outward a bit, getting to my sweet spot on it.  I put minimum pressure on the bar, just to make sure my hands and body are set.  I release the tension and exhale.  Jay moves into my view.  His enormous hands move to the bar, to help me with the lift off.  I take a few more breaths and, on an exhale, I push up.  Jay instinctively knows when to grab the bar and help me.  He applies the least amount of aid as the bar moves up.  He gently nudges it out from the supports.  I finish my exhale, and on the inhale, I lower the bar.  Jay squats down with the bar. 

I think to myself, ‘Man, this is lighter than I thought it would be.’  The bar drops to my chest.  I let it rest for a split second and start to push up, exhaling evenly.  It moves upward fairly easily.  My exhale is done.  I quickly inhale and start another slow exhale.  The bar slows at the half way point.  I think, ‘Fuck, just keep pushing.’  I feel a bead of sweat form on my forehead and rolls back into my hair. Jay is calmly talking to me, but his voice is background noise at this point. I keep breathing out and pushing.  Three quarters of the way.  Another quick breath.  The bar pauses and dips a bit.  Jay’s hands move under it.  I grunt, but he doesn’t move them.  I exhale and use every bit of strength and push.  The bar goes up.  My arms straighten.  Jay grabs the bar and it clangs back into the supports once more. 

I close my eyes and hear Jay say in a loud confident voice, “I knew you had that one Curly.” I open my eyes to see him grinning from ear to ear.  “Great job.  I’m so proud of you.”  I smile up at him.  He reaches down and musses my hair. I lean back up, grateful to be done this set, and proud that I have a new Personal Record.  I wander back out the fountain, take a quick drink, and head back to watch the show. 

Jay is already on his bench, under the bar, and getting ready to lift off.  I sit on the bench next to him and pull my phone out of my gym bag.  Might as well catch up on my texts while Jay is doing his thing.  A few seconds pass and I hear the bar clang.  I glance over and Jay is getting up, done his warm-up set.  “One or two more?” I ask. 

He scrunches his shoulders and says, “Two.”  I nod and reach put two more 45’s on my side of the bar.  I look at him with a raised eyebrow and he nods no.  He knows I was asking if he needed me to spot him. 

I go back to my bench and sit.  Jay slides under the bar and grasps it with his hands.  He twists the bar, first from side to side, to make sure it’s centered; then he spins it around, to find his favorite spot.  I sit quietly and watch.  As he inhales, his t-shirt expands, and his chest fills the space.  I see his nipples poking thru and feel a tingle in my unit. Same as me, when he exhales, he lifts the bar off the supports.  He moves it out a bit and slowly lowers it to his chest. 

He starts to pump out his set of 15 reps.  His chest expands and contracts with each breath.  His biceps, triceps, and forearms all flex with each rep.  His back is arched off the bench and his feet are tucked back toward the middle of his body.  They bounce every few reps.  I find my legs are bouncing in step with his.  He gets to the tenth rep and starts to slow, but only a bit.  He plows thru the final five reps and the resets the bar. 

As he leans up, I see sweat forming on his forehead.  It slides down, around his eyes, and down his cheeks.  Yeah, I’m staring, but he’s so sexy, even watching sweat run off his face turns me on.  I cannot wait until we’re done and I get to wash his immaculate body.  My hands roaming over his muscles, feeling every striation and crevice of his body.

He snaps his fingers at me and jokingly says, “You in there, Max?”  I blink then look at him with a warm smile and nod.  He says with a smile, “Ok, one more on each side.  Going for 10 reps next set.”  I get up and retrieve another 45 from the weight rack and add it to the bar.  He does the same on his side.  I move behind the rack and stand there.  I know he’s got this and I’m just going to be watching, but, better safe than sorry, especially since we’re alone.

He takes out his water bottle and takes a long swallow.  His head is tilted backward and I can see the muscles around his neck and throat.  They are proportionately as big as the rest of him.  His chest heaves and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows the long draught of water. He finishes, puts the water down, grabs a towel, and wipes off his face and hands. 

He sits on the bench and looks at me.  A quick wink and a smile.  He takes a deep inhale and his chest expands again to fill his t-shirt.  He raises his hands over his head, as best as he can, and stretches.  His biceps flex and the mounds of muscle explode, almost touching his ears.  He twists his head from side to side and I hear his neck crack.  He sighs with satisfaction.  He turns away from me, gets into position on the bench, and lays back.

I have a small bulge going just from watching him.  I hope it doesn’t distract him, like it is distracting me. 

He reaches up and goes thru his routine with the bar.  After a few seconds, he cranes his head back so he can see me.  He confidently says, “I have this, but just be ready on the last few reps to assist me.”  I nod ok, knowing he won’t need my help and he’s being polite and easing my mind. 

I stand back against the wall as he un-racks the bar and moves it out over his chest.  The 10 reps will be a piece of cake.  I stare right at the bar, watching him lift and drop it.  He’s 5 reps in before I know it.  Still going strong.  He is breathing calmly.  Sweat is forming again on his forehead, and now on his chest.  A small wet spot appears between his pecs.  I glance it and lick my lips, thinking of the sweet, salty moisture hiding beneath the shirt. 

He’s up to rep 8 and his movements have slowed considerably.  I move forward from the wall and get into position.  He drops the bar for the 9^th rep.  It touches his expanded chest.  He starts to push upward, but the movement is much slower.  I put my hands under the bar and hear him growl at me.  Let him growl at me, I’m not letting him get hurt.  I don’t touch the bar.  He continues to push.  I quietly say, “Come on Jay, you got this.  Easy peasy.”  His eyes are focused on the ceiling and I know my voice is a distant noise, like his was to me.  He keeps pushing.  His arms shake a bit, but nothing for me to worry about.  He extends his arms all the way up and holds the bar for a moment in the air.  He takes a quick inhale and exhale to clear his lungs.  As he inhales again, he drops the bar for the last rep. 

The bar touches his chest and my hands are immediately under it.  Not that I’ll be much help in pulling up the 495 pounds, but I can do my best.  He starts to push up.  His breathing becomes quick and shallow.  His lips are pursed as he exhales, pushing the air threw a small “O” like opening.  I can feel the warm air as it hits me in the face.  His eyes are focused on a distant point on the ceiling.  I start to support him by intensely saying, “Let’s go Muscles, push up this puny bar.  It’s no match for you.”  He hears me and a maniacal smile comes over his face.  He pauses the push, takes a deep inhale, and as he blows out, he uses a reserve of energy to shoves the bar up.  His arms straighten.  I grab the bar and pull it back into the rack.  The clanging echoes throughout the empty gym and the bench shakes as well.

He quickly sits up on the bench and turns to me, a huge smile on his face.  He sarcastically says, “This ‘puny bar’?”

I shrug my shoulders and retort, “It got you to finish the set, didn’t it?”

He smiles and shakes his head.  A bead of sweat falls from his hair onto the bench. 

I walk around the bench and take a seat next to him.  I rub his thigh as he rubs my back.  We lean to each other and kiss.  After we break the kiss, I hesitantly ask, “So…I know you don’t like to show off at the gym in front of me…” He squints his eyes at me, “but I know this,” I wave at the heavily laden bar next to me, “is not your max weight.”  He looks down at the floor. “It’s probably not even close.”  He shrugs.  “Come on Jay.  We’re alone here.”  I rub his leg again.  “Just this one time.  I promise I won’t tell anyone.” 

He seems to shrink inside himself and says quietly, “Come on Max.” while still looking at the floor, clearly avoiding me.  I put my hand under his chin and he allows me to turn his face toward mine.  I kiss him softly. I rub his bicep, which he doesn’t flex, like he usually does. 

I’ve touched a sensitive spot.  In all the years he and I have been together, he refuses to show me how strong he actually is.  I’ve asked a number of times for him to show me, but he keeps putting me off by saying things like, ‘what does it matter’, or ‘what would it prove’.  I’ve seen he and Ty toss around some pretty serious weights like this on several occasions, but once he knows I’m around, he immediately backs off and lessens the weight.  And not just bench presses.  He does the same thing when he’s squatting, dead lifting, or curls.  If he knows I’m near, he drops the weight.  It all goes back to when Shawn tried to abduct me seven years ago.  That was the one time I saw him do some pretty impressive stuff.  He threw grown men around like they were rags dolls, moved quicker than I’ve ever seen a person move, and he literally tore down a wall with his bare hands.

I kiss the face of his hairless bicep and hug him tight.  He leans to me as well.

I stand, move to the weight bench next to us and grab another 45.  I turn and look at him.  He nods, but not as enthusiastically as before.  I calmly say to him, “Forget that I asked.  Let’s finish our workout.”  I slide the weight onto the bar and grab another one for the other side.  As I put the weight on, he walks to the water fountain to fill his bottle.

I move to the flat bench next to him and put a 45 on each side for my next set.  I see him standing at the fountain, just looking at the wall behind it, staring off into space.  I must have really un-nerved him.  I’ll have to make it up to him at some point.  Maybe I’ll make his favorite meal tomorrow night.

I slide onto my bench, lay down, and start my set.  I won’t need him to spot me for my first set of 10 reps.  As I’m working thru my set, out of the corner of my right eye, I see him walk back.  I concentrate on my set and finish the last few reps.  When I finish, I rack the bar and sit up.  Jay is walking back to his bench with two more 45’s in his hands.  I look, but don’t say a word.  I toss a pair of 25’s on my bar, and start my next set.  Jay moves behind my bench, but again, does not interfere.  As I’m finishing, I see him walk across the room and get another pair of 45’s.  He walks back and adds them to his bar. 

I look at the bar, 8 plates on each side and the bar itself, and do some quick math.  He sees me thinking and calmly says, “765.”  I raise my eyebrows in awe.  He shrugs with embarrassment.  The bar is beginning to bend.  There is no room for any more plates on it either.

I walk to him, wrap a hand around his arm, pull us into a hug, and quietly say, “You don’t have to do this, Jay. I didn’t realize how upset you’d get.  I will quit asking.” 

I feel him lean down.  He kisses the top of my head and in a whisper, says, “Max, I hate keeping secrets from you, and this is one of them.”  I see his hand wave at the bar. “Yes. I’m strong.  I know you know that, but if I show you what I can really do, it may scare you, and that is something I don’t want to do.”  I pat his chest softly.  He tightens his body and it feels like I’m patting a brick wall.   

We separate and he puts his hands on my shoulders and gently pushes me to an arm’s length away.  He looks intensely into my eyes.  I flinch.  He quietly says, “I am going to need you to sit over there.”  He nods to a bench to the other side of the aisle, “and just watch.  No camera, no recording, ok?”  I nod.  “And, most importantly, do not interrupt for any reason,” I nod again, “even if it looks like something is going wrong, I’m asking you to not come over, ok?” The look in his eyes tells me there is no discussion.  I nod. 

He pulls me in and kisses my forehead.  I tenderly say, “I love you, Jay.”

He responds, “And I you, Max.  This is something I’ve struggled with since we met.”  He rubs my back.

As I walk to where he wants me to sit, I turn and questioningly ask, “Will the bar and bench be able to hold all the weight?”  He turns to me, smiles, and winks.  I have my answer.  Apparently, I’ve been kept in the dark about a few other things, as well. 

I sit on a bench and watch Jay get ready.  He stretches his body upward, hands over head. His double XL t-shirt rides up his body, exposing his abs.  He twists his neck again, and I hear it crack.  He looks at me and smiles.  I just stare at him.  He tosses up a double bicep and winks.  I start to tingle again.  I think he can sense it, because he bounces his pecs a few times.  He growls a low animalist noise from his gut.  The sound hits me deep down and my unit responds.  I start to tent.

He lays on the bench, stamps his feet a few times, arches his back, and grabs the bar.  He puts his hands on the bar, and twists it.  Normally, a bar with that much weight on it would be impossible to roll or twist, but Jay is having no issues.  The bar might as well be empty, for how easily he is moving it around.  He finds his sweet spot, does a few quick pushes to make sure it’s centered, and then calls over to me, “Ready?”

Before I can respond, he starts to push up on the bar.  It rises slowly, but surely.  Jay’s muscles tighten and striations become visible across his whole body.

His pecs balloon to concentrate the muscles and to accommodate the weight he is about to manhandle.  His nipples poke into the material of his shirt and I can see them clearly from my spot across the aisle from him.  His legs, once moving to find their footing, have become pillars of stone and are now planted firmly.  His already taut midsection is vacuumed to firm up and support the surrounding area.

He raises the bar and straightens his arms.  His biceps expand to take on the extreme weight his is holding aloft.  He exhales completely.  I see sweat already forming across his face and exposed skin. 

The bar starts to drop.  He is controlling the descent with sure and steady hands.  The downward movement is not too slow, as to make the weight seem heavier, but he also does not quickly drop the bar to chest, which would increase his chance of injuring himself, and possible crushing him. 

His chest expands with the drop as he inhales a huge breath of air.  His shirt is stretched and stressed to its limit.  I see tiny microtears start to form in it and think, ‘There’s another rag for cleaning the condo.’ He rests the bar on his granite mounds for a second.  The bar doesn’t even dent them, then he begins to push up.

His biceps explode as blood gushes into them to meet their need for oxygen.  A few veins become visible as the blood rushes thru them.  I hear a low rumble and see his body vibrate and shake.  The bar rises an inch at a time.  His exhale is long, slow, and paced. 

I take a closer look and something about Jay is changing.  He seems to be getting bigger, not like the Hulk exploding out of his clothes, but his already tight clothes, are now skin tight.  His mesh gym shorts are so tight; it is impossible to not see the bulge of his unit.  It looks like he has a cucumber in his purple thong, or maybe an eggplant.

My unit is as hard as a steel pipe at this point and is leaking pre-cum freely. I glance at the tent it has created, and it is impressive.  The wet spot at the top is spreading, like lava spreading down the sides of a mountain. I sit on my hands to keep from touching it, knowing that if I did touch it, I’d explode.  I hear a deep grunt and see his arms straighten.  He very calmly says, “One.”  My twitching unit desperately wants to release.  I repress the urges as best I can. I take several deep breaths and bounce my legs nervously.

Jay starts to lower the bar again and I hear his t-shirt rip as his chest expands with his inhale.  His huge chest becomes visible as the shirt falls to the sides of his body.  He is covered with sweat.  His pecs twitch and flex as they constantly adjust to the weight of the impossibly heavy bar.  I hear Jay’s deep voice ask me in a conversational voice, “How are you doing over there, Max?”

I gurgle out my response, “Ok.”  He laughs, knowing I’m not being completely honest with him.

The bar touches his pecs for a second time, and he starts to push it up again. I squint at the bar and think I see that his fingers have dented it, creating valleys for his individual fingers.

His body continues to grow.  His flexed biceps are close to 27 inches and still growing.  There are now several visible veins with blood pulsing thru them. His quads and calves are larger too, to help support his increased body weight.  He must be close to the 300-pound mark.

One thing that does not escape my attention; his unit is getting harder.  His shorts and the thong are straining to keep him contained.  As he extends his arms again, he stamps his feet and I feel the floor creak and shake. He moans loudly as he exhales, and presses the bar up.  Again, no hesitation. 

As the bar reaches its apex, Jay’s unit expands and I hear his thong ripping.  His unit is now vertical and making his mesh shorts look like a circus tent.  I take a few deep cleansing breaths to keep from losing my load, but it’s getting harder every second.  I hear him say, “Two.”  My body shakes with anticipation.  My mouth is bone dry and I try to create saliva, but to no avail.

He slowly lowers the bar for the third rep.  Sweat is dripping off his body and forming pools around the bench.  I hear him laugh as he starts to push up.  He tenses his body and every muscle comes into relief, from his calves to his neck.  His skin is so tight, I can see the blood pulsing thru his arteries and veins.  He roars and pushes the bar up.  His mesh shorts rip in half.  His hairless unit is freed and is standing up like a flagpole.  There are pulsing veins crawling over it.  There is pre-cum sliding down the sides.  It must be over a foot in length and 8 inches around.

I moan loudly and keep my hands under my legs.  My unit is twitching violently, straining violently at my shorts for release. I am taking quick, short breaths and it feels like I am hyperventilating.

While the bar is still pressed up, I hear him call over to me, “Max, you cum yet?”

Between gasps of air, I whisper out my response, unsure if he can hear me, “Not yet, but so close.”  I try to look someplace else and avoid gawking at his massively muscled body, but, like a train wreck or car accident, I have to stare at him.  The bench under him seems to be shrinking.  He must now weight over 325 pounds and be around 6’10”.  His shoes are tearing at the seams and his feet are starting to show.  He wiggles his toes and the remnants of the shoes fall away.

“Here, maybe this will help.”  He says jokingly.  “Watch and enjoy buddy.”  I stare at his body.  It continues to grow, but it’s his now obscenely large unit which has my attention.  He concentrates and I see it bend to the left, even though it is rock-hard.  He then raises it straight up, then bends it to the right.  My body continues to twitch and I can feel pre-cum running down my leg.  He wills his unit to bend so his piss slit is facing me.  It winks at me and I see a bubble of his pre-cum form.  I distantly hear him say, “Grand finale Max.” 

I tear my eyes away from his unit, which now approaches the 16-inch mark. I watch him drop the heavily laden bar one more time.  His body shakes as the bar hits his solid 80-inch chest. His pecs look like slabs of granite and his nipples like plastic soda bottle caps.  My mouth starts to water at the thought of suckling on one of those nipples.  Rolling my tongue around the sensitive areola, then softly nibbling on the nipple, making him shake with desire, and hoping against hope I will be able to extract some life fluid from them.

He lets the bar sit for a few seconds on his chest. I hear a low, deep, intense rumbling from his body.  He starts to shake.  He takes in an impossibly large gulp of air, holds it for two seconds, then releases it, while pushing the bar up in one quick fluid motion. His arms straighten for the last time.  While still holding the 765 pounds over his chest, he tenses his whole body.  He controls the muscles in such a way that I can see a wave of muscle, starting at his neck, work its way down his body.  When it gets to his lower abs, his already vacuumed midsection convulses, and the bubble of pre-cum rockets from his slit, across the aisle, and hits me on my chest, forcefully knocking me back.

I lose my balance and fall back onto the bench.  My unit erotically rubs against my boxer briefs and a bolt of lightning shoots down my body.  My body heaves as my load explodes out of me, soaking my boxers and gym shorts.  I cum for several seconds, moaning uncontrollably.  I use my hands to steady my body on the bench.  They never even touched my unit.

I distantly hear the bar clang back onto the supports of the bench.

As I lay on the bench recuperating, a shadow overtakes me, blocking out most of the light.  I look up to see Jay, still standing at his new height with bulging muscles encasing his completely naked body.  His unit is sticking out from his body, parallel to the floor. My unit twitches again, just at the sight of my muscle god.  He sees my shorts start to tent and a slight smile comes across his face.  He bounces one of his obscenely large pecs.  My eyes jitter watching it. 

He reaches a hand down to me.  I reach up to take it.  He carefully pulls me upright, then when I’m seated, he squats down to be close to me, sweat rolling and dripping off him.  I can feel heat emanating from his body and his masculine sweaty scent envelopes me.  I close my eyes and take a deep breath to enjoy his smell. 

When I open them, he is still right in front of me, grinning his goofy grin, his blue eyes, dancing with mischief and excitement.  I reach my left hand out and put it on his right cheek.  Whereas before, my hand could cover part of his cheek and jawline, now I can only cover one or the other.  I opt for rubbing his flawless and hairless jawline.  It is firmly set and I feel like I’m rubbing granite.  I hear a low grown come from his body.  My hand reverberates on his face. He smiles warmly and moves closer.  His body is now a presence, invading my space, but in a caring and loving way. 

Our lips meet.  He takes his time and is gentle and delicate with me.  As we kiss, I move my tongue around his lips, wetting the area.  I softly grab his upper lip in my teeth and gnaw on it.  He groans again.  Warm air rushes from his partially open mouth and floods into my mouth.  I suck it in, like I am being fed his life essence. I feel his left hand on my right calf.  He softly rubs my leg, caressing the hair there.  He pulls a few strands of hair into his fingers, and rolls them around sensually.

We continue to kiss.  His hand moves up my leg to my thigh, then to my inner thigh.  His fingers, which feel like oversized rigid sausage links gently invade my space, causing me to spread my legs.  As his digits find my shorts, they grab hold of them and yank them to one side.  The shorts are suddenly gone.  I am left with just my underwear and a severely erect dick.  His sausage like fingers manhandle my unit thru my shorts, rubbing it, gently squashing it, and massaging it.  A bubble of pre-cum works its way out of me and coats the fabric.  Jay smiles thru our kiss and warmly says, “My sexy monster ready for another show?” 

I nod my head up and down, and his head follows. 

He breaks our kiss, leans back a bit, letting me take in his body.  He’s gotten even bigger just in the short time.  He must be close to 350 and 7 foot tall. His quads and calves are thickly muscled and have veins threading around them like coils of rope.  His abs are still prominent and well defined. 

He reaches both his hands to the collar of my t-shirt and with ease, tears it in half.  He tosses it over to our gym bags. 

I reach out and run my hands over his abs.  They feel like cobblestones embedded in a brick wall.  My machinations lead him to grown again.  He puts a pillar sized arm on each side of me, grabbing the bench with his monstrous hands to steady himself as I grope him, and grope is the right word.  I grab his abs because the muscles are so protuberant. 

I work my way up his chest to his pecs.  I softly touch the muscles, just pinching and poking.  I chew on my lower lip as I take it all in.  I really want to punch his pecs with all my might, knowing I would not be able to hurt him, but just to take a shot and feel his strength.  He sees my eyeing him up and can sense what I want to do.  He grins and winks at me, giving me the slightest of nods.  I make a fist and take a few soft shots at his pecs and feel my hands sink into the unhardened muscle, then bounce out. He giggles at me.  I change tactics, grab his nipple, and forcefully tug on it.  He lets loose an animalist growl.  I tug harder.  I hear a ‘thwap’ and feel pre-cum hit my chest and abs.  I glance down and see his unit is bouncing up, hitting his abs, then swinging down, almost brushing the floor.

His hands squeeze the bench on either side of me and I feel the bench give way to the pressure of his fingers.  Metal squeaks, the cover rips, as his fingers dig in deeper.  I give one last violent tug and his body shudders.  More pre-cum flows out of him.  Some splashes me, most coats the floor. He lets out a heavy breath, warm air rushes by me.  He lets go of the bench and slowly leans backward, onto his hunches. I release his nipple from my grasp. I stare at his god-like body and feel more pre-cum flow from my body.

He reaches forward with his left hand and carefully slides it under my body.  I lean back, then forward to allow him access, knowing what he is doing. Once my ass is in the palm of his hand, he starts to stand, lifting me up in the process.  My 5’11, 175-pound body wasn’t much of a challenge for Jay to lift prior to his change, now it must be ridiculously easy for him.  I reach my left hand out and grab his unflexed bicep.  I see more veins crawling over it, pushing blood thru him.  I feel his fingers gently squeeze my ass-cheeks, then release.  My unit surges.

He walks us back to his bench and stands me up on it.  I am now face to face with him.  We start to kiss again and I feel his hands grab the sides of my underwear and slowly pull them down.  I slide a hand inside them to cover my unit so it is not pulled down as well.  When I am finally naked, he takes a step back to admire me, as I do him. 

With his deep voice, he quietly commands me, “You’ve stared at my body enough times Curly, now it’s my turn to stare and gawk at you. Show me what you got, sexy.”  He breaks into a smile and winks at me.  I play along and toss up a double bicep pose, careful to keep my balance on the bench.  He whistles at me and reaches out to feel my arms.  He strokes the mounded muscles on both arms, tenderly running his fingers over them.  I bring my arms down into a crab pose and vacuum my stomach, bringing my 8 pack abs into view.  His hands wander down and massage my hairy chest, then my abs. My dick is still hard as a rock, but Jay doesn’t touch it. 

His steel pipe is still parallel to the floor.  He playfully bounces it a few times.  Pre-cum drips out and splatters against his abs and lower chest.  He narrows his eyes and quietly says, “Want to see something different?”  I feverishly nod yes.  He smiles and whispers, “Not sure Ty will appreciate this, but I can make amends somehow.”  I reach my right hand to my right pec and start to softly play with my nipple in anticipation.  Jay turns to the bar, takes off the clamp, and pulls one of the plates off.  He turns to face me.  He puts a hand on either side of the weight, then starts to bring his hands together, bending the metal plate in half.  The plate groans under the pressure, but Jay just keeps pushing.  I notice his forearms and biceps aren’t even flexed. 

My unit bobs again and I can sense it wants me to grab it and ease the pressure.  I keep playing with my nipple instead. 

The plate suddenly snaps in half.  The cracking sound echoes throughout the empty room.  All Jay says is, “Oops”, with a mischievous smile.  I let out a laugh. 

He turns and grabs three more plates.  I suddenly realize how small they look in his hands.  In comparison, it would be like me holding a twenty-five-pound weight.  He faces away from me, but backs up so I can see over his shoulder.  My rigid unit is pressed into his muscular back, between his shoulder blades. He does this to protect me from any flying debris.  I can still clearly see the plates.  He begins folding them in half.  This time, his biceps start to flex.  I lean over his shoulder and wrap my hands around the muscle, feeling the warmth coming off them.  He squeezes his shoulders, partially trapping me.  I lean down a bit, then move upward, the pre-cum from my dick coating his back.  He sighs again and I hear him grunt as his body goes taut.  His biceps flex as he easily finishes bending the three plates in half.  They snap at the same time and the noise reverberates throughout the gym for several seconds. 

I start to cum.

My first shot launches upward and coats his upper back, my face, and chest.  The second coats more of his back.

He drops the broken plates and very quickly turns around to face me.  He moves his body to mine, trapping my still shooting dick between his pecs.  His tightens his pecs, stemming my shooting.  The hold he has on my unit is not painful, but I need to finish releasing my load. I raise my hands between our bodies to try to squirm free but he moves his hands behind my back and easily holds me in place. 

I painfully look into his excited eyes, pleading for mercy.  He smiles playfully and says, “I can keep you from cumming for a very long time, Max, just to show you my strength, but I don’t want you to pass out, yet.”  He winks as he says the last part.  I feel the pressure on my dick abate just the tiniest amount.  I put my hands around his neck, pull him a bit closer, and kiss him; hoping to distract him.  It works.  He releases the hold my back.  I bend my knees a bit, then move upward, fucking his pecs.  The rest of my load rockets out of me.  The third shot nails him under his chin.  My fourth shot is helped out of me.  Jay rolls his enormous pecs from bottom to top, squeezing the cum out of me like he’s squeezing a toothpaste tube.

After my load is spent, my body weakens, and I fall forward onto his cum covered chest.  Jay carefully scoops my legs up and cradles me.  He sits us on the bench. He leans down and starts to nuzzle my sweat covered head.  I hear him take a deep breath and inhale my odor.

“Impressed yet?” He asks quietly.

I weakly respond, “Yeah.” Feeling my strength being sapped out of my body.

He kisses the top of my head and says with excitement in his voice, “One or two more shows, then home to bed for you, sexy man.”

I perk up at his announcing of another feat of strength.  I put an arm on the bench and move myself to a sitting position.  Jay slides out from under me and walks to the bench with the bar and remaining weights, his softening unit swaying between his enormously muscles legs. He is still growing and looks to be about 375 and 7’3”.  I shudder at his size. He un-racks the weights and puts some on the bench.  He pats them and cheekily says, “I’ll save these for the grand finale.”  Another sly wink and I feel a familiar tingle.  

He grabs the 45-pound bar and effortlessly hefts it off the rack.  He turns to face me and asks, “Remember when I twisted that little metal rod for Shae and Ro at your parents?”  I nod yes, thinking back to the fun weekend we had.  He spins the bar around a few times and playfully says, “Good.  Now imagine this is that bar.”  My eyes go wide as he simply twists the bar into a loop with minimal effort.  His own unit starts to perk up at his show of strength.  He smiles warmly, braces his feet on the floor, re-adjusts his hands, and twists the bar again.  I hear it screeching as if it were in pain.  His biceps expand in size, his chest puffs out, and his leg muscles tighten to hold his body still.   He smiles at his accomplishment. I sit with my mouth wide open, gawking at him.  He lets the bar fall to the floor, it clangs and bounces once or twice.  I notice his unit is rising to full mast.  Mine starts its ascent for the third time. 

He sees my unit, smiles at me, and bounces his ungodly large pecs a few times.  I swear I can hear them banging against his body with each jiggle. He turns and looks around for something.  He spots a twenty-five-pound weight and grabs it.  He flexes his pecs a few more times, then hardens them to granite.  He smiles at me, palms the weight, holds the weight away from his body, and suddenly smashes it against his flexed pec.  It bangs into him.  I wince at the noise I hear.  He slowly moves his hand away from his body and the weight has disintegrated to dust. My unit jerks, but I concentrate on not cumming. 

Jay causally wipes his hands together and the dust falls to the floor.  He pats the weights still sitting on the bench, but says, “Not yet.”  He smiles at me and says, “I want you to have more strength back for when I man-handle them.” I raise an eyebrow as he continues, “What I do them, will make you cum so hard, your last load will seem like a trickle.”  My unit gets harder.

Jay walks over to the kettlebell rack, picks up a 75-pound weight and brings it back. He sits down to my right side.  His unit is poking up between his legs, as is mine.  He holds the weight in the palm of his hand and grabs to metal hand.  Now, remember, the handle is not attached to the weight, it is part of it.  A kettlebell is one solid weight, handle and all.  With little to no attitude in his voice, he tells me, “Grab my left forearm.”  I do.  I can feel the muscles coiling and rolling beneath his skin.  I feel his blood coursing through the veins and arteries. He puts his right hand on top of the handle and slowly brings his hands together.  I hear metal collapsing under extreme pressure. I feel the muscles in his arm working overtime to exert power to overcome the hardness of the metal.  His biceps flex, his top hand goes flat, he takes in a huge gulp of air and as he lets it out, I hear him let loose a low angry growl.  The metal slowly gives way and the kettlebell is squashed flat. 

Once the weight is flat, he takes a cleansing breath.  He holds the weight up for me to see.  I hold my hand out and he places it on it.  It’s still a 75-pound weight, just flat. I struggle to hold it up. 

Jay grabs it out of my hand and puts it between his two hands. He begins to bend and mush the metal together.  After a few seconds, he opens his hands and the metal is a ball again.  He rolls it around, smoothing out the rough edges.  I raise an eyebrow and say, “Um, big guy, where’s the handle?”  He smiles sarcastically at me, holds the ball in one hand, and with his other hand, using his thumb and index finger, grabs at the metal, and begins to pull a chunk of it out.  I hear the metal squealing again, as if it were in pain.  He manipulates the metal into a handle.  He holds it up with a big smile on his face, like a little kid who is proud he just ate all his vegetables.  I pat him on his leg and dryly say, “Good job muscles. There’s one less weight you need to replace.” 

His smile disappears, he drops the weight, and he says just as dryly, “Well Maxwell, if you’re not impressed, we can skip the grand finale. I’m sure a nice cold shower will take care of your raging erection.”  He waves at my raging erection and smiles.

I reach over, and using both my hands, grab his gigantic erection, and savagely yank it a few times.  Pre-cum starts to flow out.  He sighs with gratitude. He reaches over to mine, and carefully takes it in his baseball glove sized hand.  He very gently tugs once or twice, then stops for fear of hurting me.  I’m still tugging his like I’m pumping an old fashioned well. 

His body starts to stiffen. He gently grabs my hand and I stop my motions.  He looks over to me and says with a smile in his voice, “Grand finale time.”  He’s like a little kid again, so happy to be showing off for me. 

He gets up, goes over to the bench with the remaining plates on it.  He turns to face me and picks up a 45-pound plate.  He holds it in front of him in both hands.  He lowers to so it is level with his dick, which is still hard as a steel pipe, and is parallel to the floor.  He looks at me, winks, then looks at the weight.  He slowly brings it closer to his unit.  When his tip is even with the hole, he slides the weight onto his unit.  I gawk, my eyes go wide, drool starts to come out of my mouth.  Pre-cum oozes out of my unit.  My body shivers.  He laughs at my reaction.  He turns and grabs another plate.  He does the same thing.  His body shows no signs that he is even holding an extra ninety pounds.  His unit is still hard as a pipe and seems to be growing longer.  He adds a third plate and I can still see a good eight inches of his reddening unit.  He wags it up and down and the weights crash into his rock-hard abs and are dented. He grabs two more weights and slides them on.  That’s five 45-pound weights, 225 pounds hanging on his dick.  And, there is still room for a few more plates.  His dick must be 19 inches long, if not longer.  He turns, grabs three more plates.  He looks over to my shell-shocked face and casually says, “Come here sexy man.” 

I automatically get up and walk to him.  When I am next to him, he holds the last three weights out, and slides them on to his unit.  360 pounds being speared by his unit.  His angry purple mushroom head is still visible and is acting as a washer to keep the weights from sliding off.  He asks, “Well, what do you think?  Is this strong enough for you?”

“Eh, I’ve seen stronger.”  I say thru clenched teeth as I am slowly jerking my aching unit. 

“Oh, ho.  Comedian in the house folks.” He booms.  “Come here little man.”  He reaches an arm out and grabs me by my left bicep.  I don’t struggle as there is no sense.  Also, I know he won’t hurt me.  He pulls me close and when I’m next to his sweaty, hot body, he easily lifts me up and swings me over top of the weights.  I open my legs as he sets me down on top of the row of plates.  I let my full weight settle onto them, then inch forward until I am against his body, and start to ravage his face with kisses.  I also reach my hands out and take his nipples in them.  I don’t waste time being gentle.  I just tug them like I’m unscrewing a couple bottles of beer. 

His body becomes a pillar of stone.  He flexes every muscle.  His pecs are plates of granite, but he’s kept his nipples soft, so I can still savagely twist them.  He leans back from out kissing, holds his arms out to his side and quietly says, “Boom.”  He throws up an incredible double bicep pose.  His muscles explode to what must be 30 inches around.  I pull as hard as I can on his nipples and suddenly I cum. 

Jay wasn’t lying when he said this would make my previous load look like a dribble.  Cum explodes out of me like magma from a volcano.  It splatters against his marble like body and coats both of us, from neck to mid-section. My nipple tugging eases as my dick pushes out the final few droplets. 

Jay chuckles and says, without malice, “See Max, biggest load yet.”  I nod weakly, then realize, he is still hard as a rock.  He looks me in the eyes and says, “My turn.  I want you to watch and be safe.”  I nod.  He gently lifts me off the row of weights and stands me up on the bench.  He holds my hand as I step down and sit. 

He backs up a few steps, turns sideways to me and does another double bicep pose.  But there is something different.  I suddenly see it.  He takes a huge inhale of air, holds it for a second, and as he exhales, he tightens his body again.  Ever muscle is flexed.  As he pushes the air from his abdomen, his mid-section vacuums in, and the weights bend upward a bit as his unit moves perpendicular to the floor.  He crunches down his body, then in one swift movement, thrusts his hips forward, roaring loudly at the same time. 

All but one of the weights go flying off, across the room, and crash into a squat rack.  The rack is now a twisted wreck of metal, but he still has not cum.  His unit is an angry purple color and the veins are throbbing violently.

The last weight seems to be stuck on his mushroom head due to the plate being warped and bent.  He groans and thrusts again and I see his unit get larger as his load travels up it.  I feel bad for the weight still stuck on him, knowing it won’t end well for it. 

As his load reaches the weight, the pressure builds for several seconds until finally the weight explodes off him.  The mangled weight arcs up through the drop ceiling with Jay’s load following it.  The weight comes crashing back down, 20 feet away.  Jay is still shooting his load, 8, 9 bursts of cum blast out. 

He’s still holding the double bicep pose. When the last driblets of cum fall to the floor, he turns to me and drops into an outrageous crab most muscular.  His muscles twitching and shaking, sweat pouring off his body.  He takes a few steps toward me and his feet crash into the floor, making craters with every step.  He keeps intensifying his pose as he nears me.  Muscles are exploding out of him.  He’s getting visible bigger as he nears me.  I have to look straight up as he is almost on top of me.

I feel light-headed as all the blood rushes out of my head.  The room grows dark and a feel myself falling backward. 

Before I hit the floor, I wake from my dream and sense there is a hand in my PJ’s.  After a moment, I realize I’ve unleashed a load. 

My fiancé is there to help me out.  Jay is staring at me with a huge smile on his face. He brings his right hand out from under my PJ’s.  He licks the cum off his fingers.  When he’s done, he raises an eyebrow and sarcastically asks, “You had the dream again, didn’t you?”  I blush and nod yes.  He giggles, leans down, kisses me, and says “Morning, sexy man.”

 

[boardman]

9 hours ago, Psuace said:

Part 4, My best and worst dream ever.

 

“That’s right Max, keep pushing.  You got this.  Just a little more.  Keep breathing.” Jay keeps saying calmly as I press the 225 lbs. up for my last rep, in my set, on the decline bench press. His fingers are right under the bar, but not touching it.  I exhale fully, use every last bit of strength, and straighten my arms.  Jay grabs the bar and it clangs back into the supports of the bench.  The sound echoes around the empty gym.  “Great job buddy.  I knew you could get that last rep without my help.”  His sparkling blue eyes are looking down into my deep brown ones and he has a big grin on his cleanshaven face.

Sweat is pouring off my forehead, matting down my curly brown hair.  My deep red t-shirt has sweat stains under the arms and down the middle of the front.  He reaches his left hand down and pats me on my chest, coping a feel while he’s at it. I smile back up to him, enjoying my view of his magnificent body from the decline position.  I can see up his untucked shirt to his rock-hard abs and shelf-like pecs.  His nipples are hard due to the chilly air in the gym tonight, and are poking into his deep green t-shirt.  I can also see his purple posing trunks up the leg of his grey mesh gym shorts.  I’m glad he’s wearing them.  He was hesitant at first, but when I explained that no one at the gym would know he was wearing them unless he told, he relented.

I reach thru the machine and stroke his diamond shaped calf muscle.  I look back up and see his crewcut blonde hair and winning smile.  I lean up on the bench and unhook my legs from the supports.  Jay leans over and gives me a kiss.  I cup his chin and kiss him back.  He quietly says, “One more set.  I’ll toss 5’s on each side for you.  Go take a break for a minute or two.  Recovery time is just as important as the set itself.”  He lovingly pats me on the shoulder and hands a towel to me.

I get up, head across the floor to the water fountain, drying my hair as I go, and grab a quick drink.  Gratefully, the COVID lockdown has been lifted, and we’re able to hit the gym again.  Ty is letting Jay and I stay a bit after closing to get in some extra work.  With so many people starting their New Year’s Resolutions and everyone wanting to get back at it after the three-week closure, it’s been tough getting into a good workout flow. He and Davey are down in the steam room relaxing until we finish. 

I take a few deep breaths to clear my head and wander back to the benches.  Jay, all 6’3” and 265 pounds of him, is loading up his flat bench bar with 45 pounders.  Two on each side for his warm up set.  I know I’ll never be in his league, but just to be able to watch my finance, yeah, got to get used to saying that, throw around some impressive weights, is enough to get me hard as a rock. I walk up behind him, put my hands around his waist and bring him in for a hug.  I inhale deeply and smell his manly, sweaty aroma, mixed with Old Spice deodorant. He quietly says, “Hey sexy, you ready for your last set?”  I grunt yes.  “We’re hitting new ground here, so just do your best.”  I pat his rock-hard abs in response.

I move to the bench, get on, and lock my feet into the supports.  I lean backwards and slowly lower my 175-pound body down.  I see the bar; Jay is standing back, allowing me to get into my zone.  I put both hands on the bar, adjust my fingers a few times.  Move my hands inward and outward a bit, getting to my sweet spot on it.  I put minimum pressure on the bar, just to make sure my hands and body are set.  I release the tension and exhale.  Jay moves into my view.  His enormous hands move to the bar, to help me with the lift off.  I take a few more breaths and, on an exhale, I push up.  Jay instinctively knows when to grab the bar and help me.  He applies the least amount of aid as the bar moves up.  He gently nudges it out from the supports.  I finish my exhale, and on the inhale, I lower the bar.  Jay squats down with the bar. 

I think to myself, ‘Man, this is lighter than I thought it would be.’  The bar drops to my chest.  I let it rest for a split second and start to push up, exhaling evenly.  It moves upward fairly easily.  My exhale is done.  I quickly inhale and start another slow exhale.  The bar slows at the half way point.  I think, ‘Fuck, just keep pushing.’  I feel a bead of sweat form on my forehead and rolls back into my hair. Jay is calmly talking to me, but his voice is background noise at this point. I keep breathing out and pushing.  Three quarters of the way.  Another quick breath.  The bar pauses and dips a bit.  Jay’s hands move under it.  I grunt, but he doesn’t move them.  I exhale and use every bit of strength and push.  The bar goes up.  My arms straighten.  Jay grabs the bar and it clangs back into the supports once more. 

I close my eyes and hear Jay say in a loud confident voice, “I knew you had that one Curly.” I open my eyes to see him grinning from ear to ear.  “Great job.  I’m so proud of you.”  I smile up at him.  He reaches down and musses my hair. I lean back up, grateful to be done this set, and proud that I have a new Personal Record.  I wander back out the fountain, take a quick drink, and head back to watch the show. 

Jay is already on his bench, under the bar, and getting ready to lift off.  I sit on the bench next to him and pull my phone out of my gym bag.  Might as well catch up on my texts while Jay is doing his thing.  A few seconds pass and I hear the bar clang.  I glance over and Jay is getting up, done his warm-up set.  “One or two more?” I ask. 

He scrunches his shoulders and says, “Two.”  I nod and reach put two more 45’s on my side of the bar.  I look at him with a raised eyebrow and he nods no.  He knows I was asking if he needed me to spot him. 

I go back to my bench and sit.  Jay slides under the bar and grasps it with his hands.  He twists the bar, first from side to side, to make sure it’s centered; then he spins it around, to find his favorite spot.  I sit quietly and watch.  As he inhales, his t-shirt expands, and his chest fills the space.  I see his nipples poking thru and feel a tingle in my unit. Same as me, when he exhales, he lifts the bar off the supports.  He moves it out a bit and slowly lowers it to his chest. 

He starts to pump out his set of 15 reps.  His chest expands and contracts with each breath.  His biceps, triceps, and forearms all flex with each rep.  His back is arched off the bench and his feet are tucked back toward the middle of his body.  They bounce every few reps.  I find my legs are bouncing in step with his.  He gets to the tenth rep and starts to slow, but only a bit.  He plows thru the final five reps and the resets the bar. 

As he leans up, I see sweat forming on his forehead.  It slides down, around his eyes, and down his cheeks.  Yeah, I’m staring, but he’s so sexy, even watching sweat run off his face turns me on.  I cannot wait until we’re done and I get to wash his immaculate body.  My hands roaming over his muscles, feeling every striation and crevice of his body.

He snaps his fingers at me and jokingly says, “You in there, Max?”  I blink then look at him with a warm smile and nod.  He says with a smile, “Ok, one more on each side.  Going for 10 reps next set.”  I get up and retrieve another 45 from the weight rack and add it to the bar.  He does the same on his side.  I move behind the rack and stand there.  I know he’s got this and I’m just going to be watching, but, better safe than sorry, especially since we’re alone.

He takes out his water bottle and takes a long swallow.  His head is tilted backward and I can see the muscles around his neck and throat.  They are proportionately as big as the rest of him.  His chest heaves and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows the long draught of water. He finishes, puts the water down, grabs a towel, and wipes off his face and hands. 

He sits on the bench and looks at me.  A quick wink and a smile.  He takes a deep inhale and his chest expands again to fill his t-shirt.  He raises his hands over his head, as best as he can, and stretches.  His biceps flex and the mounds of muscle explode, almost touching his ears.  He twists his head from side to side and I hear his neck crack.  He sighs with satisfaction.  He turns away from me, gets into position on the bench, and lays back.

I have a small bulge going just from watching him.  I hope it doesn’t distract him, like it is distracting me. 

He reaches up and goes thru his routine with the bar.  After a few seconds, he cranes his head back so he can see me.  He confidently says, “I have this, but just be ready on the last few reps to assist me.”  I nod ok, knowing he won’t need my help and he’s being polite and easing my mind. 

I stand back against the wall as he un-racks the bar and moves it out over his chest.  The 10 reps will be a piece of cake.  I stare right at the bar, watching him lift and drop it.  He’s 5 reps in before I know it.  Still going strong.  He is breathing calmly.  Sweat is forming again on his forehead, and now on his chest.  A small wet spot appears between his pecs.  I glance it and lick my lips, thinking of the sweet, salty moisture hiding beneath the shirt. 

He’s up to rep 8 and his movements have slowed considerably.  I move forward from the wall and get into position.  He drops the bar for the 9^th rep.  It touches his expanded chest.  He starts to push upward, but the movement is much slower.  I put my hands under the bar and hear him growl at me.  Let him growl at me, I’m not letting him get hurt.  I don’t touch the bar.  He continues to push.  I quietly say, “Come on Jay, you got this.  Easy peasy.”  His eyes are focused on the ceiling and I know my voice is a distant noise, like his was to me.  He keeps pushing.  His arms shake a bit, but nothing for me to worry about.  He extends his arms all the way up and holds the bar for a moment in the air.  He takes a quick inhale and exhale to clear his lungs.  As he inhales again, he drops the bar for the last rep. 

The bar touches his chest and my hands are immediately under it.  Not that I’ll be much help in pulling up the 495 pounds, but I can do my best.  He starts to push up.  His breathing becomes quick and shallow.  His lips are pursed as he exhales, pushing the air threw a small “O” like opening.  I can feel the warm air as it hits me in the face.  His eyes are focused on a distant point on the ceiling.  I start to support him by intensely saying, “Let’s go Muscles, push up this puny bar.  It’s no match for you.”  He hears me and a maniacal smile comes over his face.  He pauses the push, takes a deep inhale, and as he blows out, he uses a reserve of energy to shoves the bar up.  His arms straighten.  I grab the bar and pull it back into the rack.  The clanging echoes throughout the empty gym and the bench shakes as well.

He quickly sits up on the bench and turns to me, a huge smile on his face.  He sarcastically says, “This ‘puny bar’?”

I shrug my shoulders and retort, “It got you to finish the set, didn’t it?”

He smiles and shakes his head.  A bead of sweat falls from his hair onto the bench. 

I walk around the bench and take a seat next to him.  I rub his thigh as he rubs my back.  We lean to each other and kiss.  After we break the kiss, I hesitantly ask, “So…I know you don’t like to show off at the gym in front of me…” He squints his eyes at me, “but I know this,” I wave at the heavily laden bar next to me, “is not your max weight.”  He looks down at the floor. “It’s probably not even close.”  He shrugs.  “Come on Jay.  We’re alone here.”  I rub his leg again.  “Just this one time.  I promise I won’t tell anyone.” 

He seems to shrink inside himself and says quietly, “Come on Max.” while still looking at the floor, clearly avoiding me.  I put my hand under his chin and he allows me to turn his face toward mine.  I kiss him softly. I rub his bicep, which he doesn’t flex, like he usually does. 

I’ve touched a sensitive spot.  In all the years he and I have been together, he refuses to show me how strong he actually is.  I’ve asked a number of times for him to show me, but he keeps putting me off by saying things like, ‘what does it matter’, or ‘what would it prove’.  I’ve seen he and Ty toss around some pretty serious weights like this on several occasions, but once he knows I’m around, he immediately backs off and lessens the weight.  And not just bench presses.  He does the same thing when he’s squatting, dead lifting, or curls.  If he knows I’m near, he drops the weight.  It all goes back to when Shawn tried to abduct me seven years ago.  That was the one time I saw him do some pretty impressive stuff.  He threw grown men around like they were rags dolls, moved quicker than I’ve ever seen a person move, and he literally tore down a wall with his bare hands.

I kiss the face of his hairless bicep and hug him tight.  He leans to me as well.

I stand, move to the weight bench next to us and grab another 45.  I turn and look at him.  He nods, but not as enthusiastically as before.  I calmly say to him, “Forget that I asked.  Let’s finish our workout.”  I slide the weight onto the bar and grab another one for the other side.  As I put the weight on, he walks to the water fountain to fill his bottle.

I move to the flat bench next to him and put a 45 on each side for my next set.  I see him standing at the fountain, just looking at the wall behind it, staring off into space.  I must have really un-nerved him.  I’ll have to make it up to him at some point.  Maybe I’ll make his favorite meal tomorrow night.

I slide onto my bench, lay down, and start my set.  I won’t need him to spot me for my first set of 10 reps.  As I’m working thru my set, out of the corner of my right eye, I see him walk back.  I concentrate on my set and finish the last few reps.  When I finish, I rack the bar and sit up.  Jay is walking back to his bench with two more 45’s in his hands.  I look, but don’t say a word.  I toss a pair of 25’s on my bar, and start my next set.  Jay moves behind my bench, but again, does not interfere.  As I’m finishing, I see him walk across the room and get another pair of 45’s.  He walks back and adds them to his bar. 

I look at the bar, 8 plates on each side and the bar itself, and do some quick math.  He sees me thinking and calmly says, “765.”  I raise my eyebrows in awe.  He shrugs with embarrassment.  The bar is beginning to bend.  There is no room for any more plates on it either.

I walk to him, wrap a hand around his arm, pull us into a hug, and quietly say, “You don’t have to do this, Jay. I didn’t realize how upset you’d get.  I will quit asking.” 

I feel him lean down.  He kisses the top of my head and in a whisper, says, “Max, I hate keeping secrets from you, and this is one of them.”  I see his hand wave at the bar. “Yes. I’m strong.  I know you know that, but if I show you what I can really do, it may scare you, and that is something I don’t want to do.”  I pat his chest softly.  He tightens his body and it feels like I’m patting a brick wall.   

We separate and he puts his hands on my shoulders and gently pushes me to an arm’s length away.  He looks intensely into my eyes.  I flinch.  He quietly says, “I am going to need you to sit over there.”  He nods to a bench to the other side of the aisle, “and just watch.  No camera, no recording, ok?”  I nod.  “And, most importantly, do not interrupt for any reason,” I nod again, “even if it looks like something is going wrong, I’m asking you to not come over, ok?” The look in his eyes tells me there is no discussion.  I nod. 

He pulls me in and kisses my forehead.  I tenderly say, “I love you, Jay.”

He responds, “And I you, Max.  This is something I’ve struggled with since we met.”  He rubs my back.

As I walk to where he wants me to sit, I turn and questioningly ask, “Will the bar and bench be able to hold all the weight?”  He turns to me, smiles, and winks.  I have my answer.  Apparently, I’ve been kept in the dark about a few other things, as well. 

I sit on a bench and watch Jay get ready.  He stretches his body upward, hands over head. His double XL t-shirt rides up his body, exposing his abs.  He twists his neck again, and I hear it crack.  He looks at me and smiles.  I just stare at him.  He tosses up a double bicep and winks.  I start to tingle again.  I think he can sense it, because he bounces his pecs a few times.  He growls a low animalist noise from his gut.  The sound hits me deep down and my unit responds.  I start to tent.

He lays on the bench, stamps his feet a few times, arches his back, and grabs the bar.  He puts his hands on the bar, and twists it.  Normally, a bar with that much weight on it would be impossible to roll or twist, but Jay is having no issues.  The bar might as well be empty, for how easily he is moving it around.  He finds his sweet spot, does a few quick pushes to make sure it’s centered, and then calls over to me, “Ready?”

Before I can respond, he starts to push up on the bar.  It rises slowly, but surely.  Jay’s muscles tighten and striations become visible across his whole body.

His pecs balloon to concentrate the muscles and to accommodate the weight he is about to manhandle.  His nipples poke into the material of his shirt and I can see them clearly from my spot across the aisle from him.  His legs, once moving to find their footing, have become pillars of stone and are now planted firmly.  His already taut midsection is vacuumed to firm up and support the surrounding area.

He raises the bar and straightens his arms.  His biceps expand to take on the extreme weight his is holding aloft.  He exhales completely.  I see sweat already forming across his face and exposed skin. 

The bar starts to drop.  He is controlling the descent with sure and steady hands.  The downward movement is not too slow, as to make the weight seem heavier, but he also does not quickly drop the bar to chest, which would increase his chance of injuring himself, and possible crushing him. 

His chest expands with the drop as he inhales a huge breath of air.  His shirt is stretched and stressed to its limit.  I see tiny microtears start to form in it and think, ‘There’s another rag for cleaning the condo.’ He rests the bar on his granite mounds for a second.  The bar doesn’t even dent them, then he begins to push up.

His biceps explode as blood gushes into them to meet their need for oxygen.  A few veins become visible as the blood rushes thru them.  I hear a low rumble and see his body vibrate and shake.  The bar rises an inch at a time.  His exhale is long, slow, and paced. 

I take a closer look and something about Jay is changing.  He seems to be getting bigger, not like the Hulk exploding out of his clothes, but his already tight clothes, are now skin tight.  His mesh gym shorts are so tight; it is impossible to not see the bulge of his unit.  It looks like he has a cucumber in his purple thong, or maybe an eggplant.

My unit is as hard as a steel pipe at this point and is leaking pre-cum freely. I glance at the tent it has created, and it is impressive.  The wet spot at the top is spreading, like lava spreading down the sides of a mountain. I sit on my hands to keep from touching it, knowing that if I did touch it, I’d explode.  I hear a deep grunt and see his arms straighten.  He very calmly says, “One.”  My twitching unit desperately wants to release.  I repress the urges as best I can. I take several deep breaths and bounce my legs nervously.

Jay starts to lower the bar again and I hear his t-shirt rip as his chest expands with his inhale.  His huge chest becomes visible as the shirt falls to the sides of his body.  He is covered with sweat.  His pecs twitch and flex as they constantly adjust to the weight of the impossibly heavy bar.  I hear Jay’s deep voice ask me in a conversational voice, “How are you doing over there, Max?”

I gurgle out my response, “Ok.”  He laughs, knowing I’m not being completely honest with him.

The bar touches his pecs for a second time, and he starts to push it up again. I squint at the bar and think I see that his fingers have dented it, creating valleys for his individual fingers.

His body continues to grow.  His flexed biceps are close to 27 inches and still growing.  There are now several visible veins with blood pulsing thru them. His quads and calves are larger too, to help support his increased body weight.  He must be close to the 300-pound mark.

One thing that does not escape my attention; his unit is getting harder.  His shorts and the thong are straining to keep him contained.  As he extends his arms again, he stamps his feet and I feel the floor creak and shake. He moans loudly as he exhales, and presses the bar up.  Again, no hesitation. 

As the bar reaches its apex, Jay’s unit expands and I hear his thong ripping.  His unit is now vertical and making his mesh shorts look like a circus tent.  I take a few deep cleansing breaths to keep from losing my load, but it’s getting harder every second.  I hear him say, “Two.”  My body shakes with anticipation.  My mouth is bone dry and I try to create saliva, but to no avail.

He slowly lowers the bar for the third rep.  Sweat is dripping off his body and forming pools around the bench.  I hear him laugh as he starts to push up.  He tenses his body and every muscle comes into relief, from his calves to his neck.  His skin is so tight, I can see the blood pulsing thru his arteries and veins.  He roars and pushes the bar up.  His mesh shorts rip in half.  His hairless unit is freed and is standing up like a flagpole.  There are pulsing veins crawling over it.  There is pre-cum sliding down the sides.  It must be over a foot in length and 8 inches around.

I moan loudly and keep my hands under my legs.  My unit is twitching violently, straining violently at my shorts for release. I am taking quick, short breaths and it feels like I am hyperventilating.

While the bar is still pressed up, I hear him call over to me, “Max, you cum yet?”

Between gasps of air, I whisper out my response, unsure if he can hear me, “Not yet, but so close.”  I try to look someplace else and avoid gawking at his massively muscled body, but, like a train wreck or car accident, I have to stare at him.  The bench under him seems to be shrinking.  He must now weight over 325 pounds and be around 6’10”.  His shoes are tearing at the seams and his feet are starting to show.  He wiggles his toes and the remnants of the shoes fall away.

“Here, maybe this will help.”  He says jokingly.  “Watch and enjoy buddy.”  I stare at his body.  It continues to grow, but it’s his now obscenely large unit which has my attention.  He concentrates and I see it bend to the left, even though it is rock-hard.  He then raises it straight up, then bends it to the right.  My body continues to twitch and I can feel pre-cum running down my leg.  He wills his unit to bend so his piss slit is facing me.  It winks at me and I see a bubble of his pre-cum form.  I distantly hear him say, “Grand finale Max.” 

I tear my eyes away from his unit, which now approaches the 16-inch mark. I watch him drop the heavily laden bar one more time.  His body shakes as the bar hits his solid 80-inch chest. His pecs look like slabs of granite and his nipples like plastic soda bottle caps.  My mouth starts to water at the thought of suckling on one of those nipples.  Rolling my tongue around the sensitive areola, then softly nibbling on the nipple, making him shake with desire, and hoping against hope I will be able to extract some life fluid from them.

He lets the bar sit for a few seconds on his chest. I hear a low, deep, intense rumbling from his body.  He starts to shake.  He takes in an impossibly large gulp of air, holds it for two seconds, then releases it, while pushing the bar up in one quick fluid motion. His arms straighten for the last time.  While still holding the 765 pounds over his chest, he tenses his whole body.  He controls the muscles in such a way that I can see a wave of muscle, starting at his neck, work its way down his body.  When it gets to his lower abs, his already vacuumed midsection convulses, and the bubble of pre-cum rockets from his slit, across the aisle, and hits me on my chest, forcefully knocking me back.

I lose my balance and fall back onto the bench.  My unit erotically rubs against my boxer briefs and a bolt of lightning shoots down my body.  My body heaves as my load explodes out of me, soaking my boxers and gym shorts.  I cum for several seconds, moaning uncontrollably.  I use my hands to steady my body on the bench.  They never even touched my unit.

I distantly hear the bar clang back onto the supports of the bench.

As I lay on the bench recuperating, a shadow overtakes me, blocking out most of the light.  I look up to see Jay, still standing at his new height with bulging muscles encasing his completely naked body.  His unit is sticking out from his body, parallel to the floor. My unit twitches again, just at the sight of my muscle god.  He sees my shorts start to tent and a slight smile comes across his face.  He bounces one of his obscenely large pecs.  My eyes jitter watching it. 

He reaches a hand down to me.  I reach up to take it.  He carefully pulls me upright, then when I’m seated, he squats down to be close to me, sweat rolling and dripping off him.  I can feel heat emanating from his body and his masculine sweaty scent envelopes me.  I close my eyes and take a deep breath to enjoy his smell. 

When I open them, he is still right in front of me, grinning his goofy grin, his blue eyes, dancing with mischief and excitement.  I reach my left hand out and put it on his right cheek.  Whereas before, my hand could cover part of his cheek and jawline, now I can only cover one or the other.  I opt for rubbing his flawless and hairless jawline.  It is firmly set and I feel like I’m rubbing granite.  I hear a low grown come from his body.  My hand reverberates on his face. He smiles warmly and moves closer.  His body is now a presence, invading my space, but in a caring and loving way. 

Our lips meet.  He takes his time and is gentle and delicate with me.  As we kiss, I move my tongue around his lips, wetting the area.  I softly grab his upper lip in my teeth and gnaw on it.  He groans again.  Warm air rushes from his partially open mouth and floods into my mouth.  I suck it in, like I am being fed his life essence. I feel his left hand on my right calf.  He softly rubs my leg, caressing the hair there.  He pulls a few strands of hair into his fingers, and rolls them around sensually.

We continue to kiss.  His hand moves up my leg to my thigh, then to my inner thigh.  His fingers, which feel like oversized rigid sausage links gently invade my space, causing me to spread my legs.  As his digits find my shorts, they grab hold of them and yank them to one side.  The shorts are suddenly gone.  I am left with just my underwear and a severely erect dick.  His sausage like fingers manhandle my unit thru my shorts, rubbing it, gently squashing it, and massaging it.  A bubble of pre-cum works its way out of me and coats the fabric.  Jay smiles thru our kiss and warmly says, “My sexy monster ready for another show?” 

I nod my head up and down, and his head follows. 

He breaks our kiss, leans back a bit, letting me take in his body.  He’s gotten even bigger just in the short time.  He must be close to 350 and 7 foot tall. His quads and calves are thickly muscled and have veins threading around them like coils of rope.  His abs are still prominent and well defined. 

He reaches both his hands to the collar of my t-shirt and with ease, tears it in half.  He tosses it over to our gym bags. 

I reach out and run my hands over his abs.  They feel like cobblestones embedded in a brick wall.  My machinations lead him to grown again.  He puts a pillar sized arm on each side of me, grabbing the bench with his monstrous hands to steady himself as I grope him, and grope is the right word.  I grab his abs because the muscles are so protuberant. 

I work my way up his chest to his pecs.  I softly touch the muscles, just pinching and poking.  I chew on my lower lip as I take it all in.  I really want to punch his pecs with all my might, knowing I would not be able to hurt him, but just to take a shot and feel his strength.  He sees my eyeing him up and can sense what I want to do.  He grins and winks at me, giving me the slightest of nods.  I make a fist and take a few soft shots at his pecs and feel my hands sink into the unhardened muscle, then bounce out. He giggles at me.  I change tactics, grab his nipple, and forcefully tug on it.  He lets loose an animalist growl.  I tug harder.  I hear a ‘thwap’ and feel pre-cum hit my chest and abs.  I glance down and see his unit is bouncing up, hitting his abs, then swinging down, almost brushing the floor.

His hands squeeze the bench on either side of me and I feel the bench give way to the pressure of his fingers.  Metal squeaks, the cover rips, as his fingers dig in deeper.  I give one last violent tug and his body shudders.  More pre-cum flows out of him.  Some splashes me, most coats the floor. He lets out a heavy breath, warm air rushes by me.  He lets go of the bench and slowly leans backward, onto his hunches. I release his nipple from my grasp. I stare at his god-like body and feel more pre-cum flow from my body.

He reaches forward with his left hand and carefully slides it under my body.  I lean back, then forward to allow him access, knowing what he is doing. Once my ass is in the palm of his hand, he starts to stand, lifting me up in the process.  My 5’11, 175-pound body wasn’t much of a challenge for Jay to lift prior to his change, now it must be ridiculously easy for him.  I reach my left hand out and grab his unflexed bicep.  I see more veins crawling over it, pushing blood thru him.  I feel his fingers gently squeeze my ass-cheeks, then release.  My unit surges.

He walks us back to his bench and stands me up on it.  I am now face to face with him.  We start to kiss again and I feel his hands grab the sides of my underwear and slowly pull them down.  I slide a hand inside them to cover my unit so it is not pulled down as well.  When I am finally naked, he takes a step back to admire me, as I do him. 

With his deep voice, he quietly commands me, “You’ve stared at my body enough times Curly, now it’s my turn to stare and gawk at you. Show me what you got, sexy.”  He breaks into a smile and winks at me.  I play along and toss up a double bicep pose, careful to keep my balance on the bench.  He whistles at me and reaches out to feel my arms.  He strokes the mounded muscles on both arms, tenderly running his fingers over them.  I bring my arms down into a crab pose and vacuum my stomach, bringing my 8 pack abs into view.  His hands wander down and massage my hairy chest, then my abs. My dick is still hard as a rock, but Jay doesn’t touch it. 

His steel pipe is still parallel to the floor.  He playfully bounces it a few times.  Pre-cum drips out and splatters against his abs and lower chest.  He narrows his eyes and quietly says, “Want to see something different?”  I feverishly nod yes.  He smiles and whispers, “Not sure Ty will appreciate this, but I can make amends somehow.”  I reach my right hand to my right pec and start to softly play with my nipple in anticipation.  Jay turns to the bar, takes off the clamp, and pulls one of the plates off.  He turns to face me.  He puts a hand on either side of the weight, then starts to bring his hands together, bending the metal plate in half.  The plate groans under the pressure, but Jay just keeps pushing.  I notice his forearms and biceps aren’t even flexed. 

My unit bobs again and I can sense it wants me to grab it and ease the pressure.  I keep playing with my nipple instead. 

The plate suddenly snaps in half.  The cracking sound echoes throughout the empty room.  All Jay says is, “Oops”, with a mischievous smile.  I let out a laugh. 

He turns and grabs three more plates.  I suddenly realize how small they look in his hands.  In comparison, it would be like me holding a twenty-five-pound weight.  He faces away from me, but backs up so I can see over his shoulder.  My rigid unit is pressed into his muscular back, between his shoulder blades. He does this to protect me from any flying debris.  I can still clearly see the plates.  He begins folding them in half.  This time, his biceps start to flex.  I lean over his shoulder and wrap my hands around the muscle, feeling the warmth coming off them.  He squeezes his shoulders, partially trapping me.  I lean down a bit, then move upward, the pre-cum from my dick coating his back.  He sighs again and I hear him grunt as his body goes taut.  His biceps flex as he easily finishes bending the three plates in half.  They snap at the same time and the noise reverberates throughout the gym for several seconds. 

I start to cum.

My first shot launches upward and coats his upper back, my face, and chest.  The second coats more of his back.

He drops the broken plates and very quickly turns around to face me.  He moves his body to mine, trapping my still shooting dick between his pecs.  His tightens his pecs, stemming my shooting.  The hold he has on my unit is not painful, but I need to finish releasing my load. I raise my hands between our bodies to try to squirm free but he moves his hands behind my back and easily holds me in place. 

I painfully look into his excited eyes, pleading for mercy.  He smiles playfully and says, “I can keep you from cumming for a very long time, Max, just to show you my strength, but I don’t want you to pass out, yet.”  He winks as he says the last part.  I feel the pressure on my dick abate just the tiniest amount.  I put my hands around his neck, pull him a bit closer, and kiss him; hoping to distract him.  It works.  He releases the hold my back.  I bend my knees a bit, then move upward, fucking his pecs.  The rest of my load rockets out of me.  The third shot nails him under his chin.  My fourth shot is helped out of me.  Jay rolls his enormous pecs from bottom to top, squeezing the cum out of me like he’s squeezing a toothpaste tube.

After my load is spent, my body weakens, and I fall forward onto his cum covered chest.  Jay carefully scoops my legs up and cradles me.  He sits us on the bench. He leans down and starts to nuzzle my sweat covered head.  I hear him take a deep breath and inhale my odor.

“Impressed yet?” He asks quietly.

I weakly respond, “Yeah.” Feeling my strength being sapped out of my body.

He kisses the top of my head and says with excitement in his voice, “One or two more shows, then home to bed for you, sexy man.”

I perk up at his announcing of another feat of strength.  I put an arm on the bench and move myself to a sitting position.  Jay slides out from under me and walks to the bench with the bar and remaining weights, his softening unit swaying between his enormously muscles legs. He is still growing and looks to be about 375 and 7’3”.  I shudder at his size. He un-racks the weights and puts some on the bench.  He pats them and cheekily says, “I’ll save these for the grand finale.”  Another sly wink and I feel a familiar tingle.  

He grabs the 45-pound bar and effortlessly hefts it off the rack.  He turns to face me and asks, “Remember when I twisted that little metal rod for Shae and Ro at your parents?”  I nod yes, thinking back to the fun weekend we had.  He spins the bar around a few times and playfully says, “Good.  Now imagine this is that bar.”  My eyes go wide as he simply twists the bar into a loop with minimal effort.  His own unit starts to perk up at his show of strength.  He smiles warmly, braces his feet on the floor, re-adjusts his hands, and twists the bar again.  I hear it screeching as if it were in pain.  His biceps expand in size, his chest puffs out, and his leg muscles tighten to hold his body still.   He smiles at his accomplishment. I sit with my mouth wide open, gawking at him.  He lets the bar fall to the floor, it clangs and bounces once or twice.  I notice his unit is rising to full mast.  Mine starts its ascent for the third time. 

He sees my unit, smiles at me, and bounces his ungodly large pecs a few times.  I swear I can hear them banging against his body with each jiggle. He turns and looks around for something.  He spots a twenty-five-pound weight and grabs it.  He flexes his pecs a few more times, then hardens them to granite.  He smiles at me, palms the weight, holds the weight away from his body, and suddenly smashes it against his flexed pec.  It bangs into him.  I wince at the noise I hear.  He slowly moves his hand away from his body and the weight has disintegrated to dust. My unit jerks, but I concentrate on not cumming. 

Jay causally wipes his hands together and the dust falls to the floor.  He pats the weights still sitting on the bench, but says, “Not yet.”  He smiles at me and says, “I want you to have more strength back for when I man-handle them.” I raise an eyebrow as he continues, “What I do them, will make you cum so hard, your last load will seem like a trickle.”  My unit gets harder.

Jay walks over to the kettlebell rack, picks up a 75-pound weight and brings it back. He sits down to my right side.  His unit is poking up between his legs, as is mine.  He holds the weight in the palm of his hand and grabs to metal hand.  Now, remember, the handle is not attached to the weight, it is part of it.  A kettlebell is one solid weight, handle and all.  With little to no attitude in his voice, he tells me, “Grab my left forearm.”  I do.  I can feel the muscles coiling and rolling beneath his skin.  I feel his blood coursing through the veins and arteries. He puts his right hand on top of the handle and slowly brings his hands together.  I hear metal collapsing under extreme pressure. I feel the muscles in his arm working overtime to exert power to overcome the hardness of the metal.  His biceps flex, his top hand goes flat, he takes in a huge gulp of air and as he lets it out, I hear him let loose a low angry growl.  The metal slowly gives way and the kettlebell is squashed flat. 

Once the weight is flat, he takes a cleansing breath.  He holds the weight up for me to see.  I hold my hand out and he places it on it.  It’s still a 75-pound weight, just flat. I struggle to hold it up. 

Jay grabs it out of my hand and puts it between his two hands. He begins to bend and mush the metal together.  After a few seconds, he opens his hands and the metal is a ball again.  He rolls it around, smoothing out the rough edges.  I raise an eyebrow and say, “Um, big guy, where’s the handle?”  He smiles sarcastically at me, holds the ball in one hand, and with his other hand, using his thumb and index finger, grabs at the metal, and begins to pull a chunk of it out.  I hear the metal squealing again, as if it were in pain.  He manipulates the metal into a handle.  He holds it up with a big smile on his face, like a little kid who is proud he just ate all his vegetables.  I pat him on his leg and dryly say, “Good job muscles. There’s one less weight you need to replace.” 

His smile disappears, he drops the weight, and he says just as dryly, “Well Maxwell, if you’re not impressed, we can skip the grand finale. I’m sure a nice cold shower will take care of your raging erection.”  He waves at my raging erection and smiles.

I reach over, and using both my hands, grab his gigantic erection, and savagely yank it a few times.  Pre-cum starts to flow out.  He sighs with gratitude. He reaches over to mine, and carefully takes it in his baseball glove sized hand.  He very gently tugs once or twice, then stops for fear of hurting me.  I’m still tugging his like I’m pumping an old fashioned well. 

His body starts to stiffen. He gently grabs my hand and I stop my motions.  He looks over to me and says with a smile in his voice, “Grand finale time.”  He’s like a little kid again, so happy to be showing off for me. 

He gets up, goes over to the bench with the remaining plates on it.  He turns to face me and picks up a 45-pound plate.  He holds it in front of him in both hands.  He lowers to so it is level with his dick, which is still hard as a steel pipe, and is parallel to the floor.  He looks at me, winks, then looks at the weight.  He slowly brings it closer to his unit.  When his tip is even with the hole, he slides the weight onto his unit.  I gawk, my eyes go wide, drool starts to come out of my mouth.  Pre-cum oozes out of my unit.  My body shivers.  He laughs at my reaction.  He turns and grabs another plate.  He does the same thing.  His body shows no signs that he is even holding an extra ninety pounds.  His unit is still hard as a pipe and seems to be growing longer.  He adds a third plate and I can still see a good eight inches of his reddening unit.  He wags it up and down and the weights crash into his rock-hard abs and are dented. He grabs two more weights and slides them on.  That’s five 45-pound weights, 225 pounds hanging on his dick.  And, there is still room for a few more plates.  His dick must be 19 inches long, if not longer.  He turns, grabs three more plates.  He looks over to my shell-shocked face and casually says, “Come here sexy man.” 

I automatically get up and walk to him.  When I am next to him, he holds the last three weights out, and slides them on to his unit.  360 pounds being speared by his unit.  His angry purple mushroom head is still visible and is acting as a washer to keep the weights from sliding off.  He asks, “Well, what do you think?  Is this strong enough for you?”

“Eh, I’ve seen stronger.”  I say thru clenched teeth as I am slowly jerking my aching unit. 

“Oh, ho.  Comedian in the house folks.” He booms.  “Come here little man.”  He reaches an arm out and grabs me by my left bicep.  I don’t struggle as there is no sense.  Also, I know he won’t hurt me.  He pulls me close and when I’m next to his sweaty, hot body, he easily lifts me up and swings me over top of the weights.  I open my legs as he sets me down on top of the row of plates.  I let my full weight settle onto them, then inch forward until I am against his body, and start to ravage his face with kisses.  I also reach my hands out and take his nipples in them.  I don’t waste time being gentle.  I just tug them like I’m unscrewing a couple bottles of beer. 

His body becomes a pillar of stone.  He flexes every muscle.  His pecs are plates of granite, but he’s kept his nipples soft, so I can still savagely twist them.  He leans back from out kissing, holds his arms out to his side and quietly says, “Boom.”  He throws up an incredible double bicep pose.  His muscles explode to what must be 30 inches around.  I pull as hard as I can on his nipples and suddenly I cum. 

Jay wasn’t lying when he said this would make my previous load look like a dribble.  Cum explodes out of me like magma from a volcano.  It splatters against his marble like body and coats both of us, from neck to mid-section. My nipple tugging eases as my dick pushes out the final few droplets. 

Jay chuckles and says, without malice, “See Max, biggest load yet.”  I nod weakly, then realize, he is still hard as a rock.  He looks me in the eyes and says, “My turn.  I want you to watch and be safe.”  I nod.  He gently lifts me off the row of weights and stands me up on the bench.  He holds my hand as I step down and sit. 

He backs up a few steps, turns sideways to me and does another double bicep pose.  But there is something different.  I suddenly see it.  He takes a huge inhale of air, holds it for a second, and as he exhales, he tightens his body again.  Ever muscle is flexed.  As he pushes the air from his abdomen, his mid-section vacuums in, and the weights bend upward a bit as his unit moves perpendicular to the floor.  He crunches down his body, then in one swift movement, thrusts his hips forward, roaring loudly at the same time. 

All but one of the weights go flying off, across the room, and crash into a squat rack.  The rack is now a twisted wreck of metal, but he still has not cum.  His unit is an angry purple color and the veins are throbbing violently.

The last weight seems to be stuck on his mushroom head due to the plate being warped and bent.  He groans and thrusts again and I see his unit get larger as his load travels up it.  I feel bad for the weight still stuck on him, knowing it won’t end well for it. 

As his load reaches the weight, the pressure builds for several seconds until finally the weight explodes off him.  The mangled weight arcs up through the drop ceiling with Jay’s load following it.  The weight comes crashing back down, 20 feet away.  Jay is still shooting his load, 8, 9 bursts of cum blast out. 

He’s still holding the double bicep pose. When the last driblets of cum fall to the floor, he turns to me and drops into an outrageous crab most muscular.  His muscles twitching and shaking, sweat pouring off his body.  He takes a few steps toward me and his feet crash into the floor, making craters with every step.  He keeps intensifying his pose as he nears me.  Muscles are exploding out of him.  He’s getting visible bigger as he nears me.  I have to look straight up as he is almost on top of me.

I feel light-headed as all the blood rushes out of my head.  The room grows dark and a feel myself falling backward. 

Before I hit the floor, I wake from my dream and sense there is a hand in my PJ’s.  After a moment, I realize I’ve unleashed a load. 

My fiancé is there to help me out.  Jay is staring at me with a huge smile on his face. He brings his right hand out from under my PJ’s.  He licks the cum off his fingers.  When he’s done, he raises an eyebrow and sarcastically asks, “You had the dream again, didn’t you?”  I blush and nod yes.  He giggles, leans down, kisses me, and says “Morning, sexy man.”

 

Wow incredibly hot 

[Psuace]

Part 5, Bad Night.  - just a quick Paulo story.

 

He had sent me an email saying we had met up a few years ago and would I be interested in meeting up again?  I wrote back asking for a photo as I could not remember him. He replied a few minutes later saying he does not like sending photos over email, but he had driven his motorcycle to my place the last few times we had met.  Once he said that, it clicked in my head who it was. 

It had been six years since we had last met.  I vaguely remember we had fun. 

I had a rough Friday and needed to relax and unwind.  I had planned on pulling up some porn on ‘My Muscle videos’ or the ‘Xvideos’ site and taking matters into my own hand, but his offer sounded like fun.  A bit of reminiscing and rolling around on the sofa.

Yeah, didn’t quite work out that way. 

I remember Jim being about my height, 6’1” and somewhat heavier.  Last time we met he had graying hair and a beard.  A bit of dandruff, as evidenced by the flakes left on my bedspread.  Nice guy, kind of muscular, and big into touching.

I sent a note back saying I had plans to go out for a bit, for a beer and a bite to eat.  Not sure when I’d be back.  He indicated it would not matter.  Just shoot him a note when I was home and, if I was still up for it, he’d come over.  I said ok.

I wasn’t out too long and sent him a note on my way home, along with my address.  He said he’d be over in about 30 minutes.  That gave me enough time to get home, changed, and in the mood. 

After changing into a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt, I settled in and turned the TV on to a music channel, I pulled up Facebook and played a few Candy Crush games when there came the distinctive knock at the door.  The hard, manly knock which indicated someone wanted in and quickly.  My unit stirred and perked up with anticipation.

I opened the door and my heart sank, as did my unit.

It was the guy I was expecting, but the six years had not been kind to him. 

Overweight, rougher looking, sagging muscles, dandruff laying on his shoulders, and a scraggly beard.  Granted the COVID lockdown in our state had been strict, but it looked like he had sat on the sofa and just ate.  Last time we’d met, he’d had nice muscular arms, kind of a gut, but more muscle than fat, but still had the dandruff.

It’s going to sound mean, but I really wanted to shut the door in his face and block the image from my memory.  But, seeing as I’m a nice guy, I thought, let’s give this a chance. 

He was very nice and had a big smile on his face.  He immediately came in and gave me a hug.  I got a whiff of his breath, coffee breath, ugh.  I’d taken the time to brush my teeth and gargle, to get rid of the smell of dinner and beer.  Apparently, he had drunk a 32-ounce Wawa black coffee right before he knocked on my door. 

We sat on the sofa and made small talk.  He kept complimenting me on how great I looked.  I had lost 20 pounds of fat a few years ago, and now weighed a slim 170.  I had added muscle to my chest and arms.  I had lost the six pack I had been working on due to the lockdown, but still did not have the gut he did.  I was appreciative of his words, but could not return them.  I just asked what had he been up to. 

After a few minutes, his right hand started to grope my left thigh.  I thought to myself, ‘Here we do.’  His hand moved up my leg, and started rubbing my soft unit through my sweatpants.  Unfortunately for me, I get hard very easily, and I did.  He was excited and said he had forgotten how big I was.  I started to fondle him with my left hand, hoping there’d be something to help me salvage the evening. 

His groping became harder and he started to tug me roughly.  I put my right hand on top of his and slowed his motions.  His hand was calloused, dry skinned, and gnarly looking.  His fat fingers, and dry, peeling skin, just added to my disappointment.  I eased him off hoping he’d take the hint.  He did not.  He moved his hand down my sweatpants and grabbed me.  He used his other hand to loosen the drawstrings and move the pants further down. 

He turned toward me and started to nibble on my ear and kiss my neck. Now I could really smell the coffee breath.  I turned and lightly kissed him.  He became aggressive.  I put a hand on his chest and pushed him off me.  I pushed him back so he was laying on the sofa. 

I pulled his pants down so his unit was exposed.  I also pushed his shirt up, exposing his gut and chest.  I grabbed his unit with my left hand and began tugging him gently.  He sighed, so did I.  I then started to kiss his body, beginning with his navel and moving up to his right nipple.  Once I got to his nipple, I sucked and lapped at it.  He put a hand on the back of my head and smashed my face into his chest. I kept sucking him and he kept moaning with appreciation.  I took his nipple into my mouth and bit it.  Not too hard, but hard enough for him to grunt.  I bit him again with more force and found I’d hit one of his buttons.  I took my mouth off and immediately moved my right hand to it and started to twist it and pull it.  His groaning intensified. 

While he was distracted with the nipple play, I moved my mouth to his smaller sized dick and swallowed him to the hilt.  It wasn’t hard to do, even though he was hard.  He fit in my mouth comfortably and I maneuvered my tongue all around him, coating him with saliva.  Once he was fully glazed, I started to suck him, bobbing my head up and down, careful not to pull off. 

He got excited and put his left hand on the back of my head, trying to force me further down.  I stiffened my neck to prevent this.  I pulled off; upset he was not getting the hint.  I wandered back up his body, over his gut and hairy midsection to his right nipple.  I started to suck and nip at it again. 

I wanted to get him off and then get him out.

He pulled my head off his nipple, pushed me off his body, then started to take my t-shirt off.  I let him.  He pushed me back and forced me onto my back on the sofa.  He climbed on top of me and started to kiss me.  First my chest, then upward toward my face.  I wrapped my arms and legs around his body and squeezed.  I was hoping it would bother him and he’d stop, but it did not. 

We kissed for a bit, then I turned his head to the side and started to nibble at his right ear lobe.  He moaned again and I thought, ‘Is there no place on this guy where he is not sensitive?’  

He started to grind his girth against my body.  Normally I’m all for body contact and rubbing my body against another guys’, especially if they’re muscular and ripped.  But this felt like rubbing dried leather.

Unfortunately, I was still hard as a rock.  At this point, I needed to figure out how to get one of us off, so I could end this. 

His kissing became more intense.  His coffee breath was making me gag.  He was rubbing his face against mine, biting my ear, not nibbling, but biting.  He was also trying to lick it at the same time.  He just didn’t get how to do a slow burn to fit the moment. 

I pushed him off me and said, “Let’s go back to the bedroom.” He stood up and I avoided looking at his body.  I’d seen enough of him while on the sofa.  He attempted to grab my dick while we walked back, but I kept out of his reach.

When we got into the bedroom, I grabbed a dark blue beach blanket and spread it over the comforter already on the bed.  I lay on the left side of the bed, my normal position when I have other guys over. I’m lefthanded, and I find it easier for the guys to be on my right so I’m not banging them with my left hand with every yank of my dick.  This also leaves my right hand free to feel up their body and muscles. 

I started to yank, hoping I could finish quickly and get him out.  I then realized, he was vocal and liked to talk while I was going at it.  He kept saying, ‘That’s right, pull on the big dick.  Biggest dick I’ve ever seen.’ 

It was distracting, but I found a way to block him out.  I closed my eyes and let a porn video play in my head.  I’ve seen quite a few, quite a few times, so it was easy to remember a really hot one.  It’s a Thunders Arena video, so it’s not really porn, but it might as well be.  My current favorite is a three-some with Viking, Scrappy, and Bolt.  Viking is such a muscle stud, and the way he throws Scrappy and Bolt around, in the pool, makes me drool, and drip pre-cum like a leaky faucet.  I always go to the scene where he is in the pool and the other two are on the pool deck.  He challenges them to a two on one arm-wrestling contest.  His biceps flexes and the muscles just expand to a size I would give anything to be able to grope and lick. He easily beats them and I yearn to be near him and just ravage his body with my hands and mouth. 

My unit is stiff as a steel pipe and I can feel pre-cum oozing out.  Jim is still talking, but it’s distant background noise.  I go back to the video.  They are still arm wrestling.  Scrappy is also one hot dude.  He always seems to play the jobber, but he is more muscular than a lot of guys on the videos.  His biceps seem to be larger than Vikings, but it may be because his body is smaller. 

Viking is now picking up both guys, tossing them over his shoulders and walking around the edge of the pool.  He looks like he is carrying a couple of towels on his shoulders.  His ripped torso is flexed, with his pecs and abs on display. 

I’m so fucking close to blowing my load.

He puts them down and proceeds to flex over them, biceps, abs, pecs.  I flash to the end.  He bends down, stands them both up, and pulls them into a two-man bear hug.  They’re screaming in agony; my brain is screaming in ecstasy.  

I grunt and moan loudly.  I distantly hear Jim say something, but block it out. 

I cum.  Four ribbons shoot out.  I feel Jim place his mouth over my dick and start to suck.  I try to pull him off.  I’m super sensitive after I cum and the feel of someone’s mouth on my dick hurts.  He stays on me, licking and sucking.  I finally dislodge him and he crawls up my body and wants to share my load with me.  I have no interest.  He tries to kiss me, but I turn my head.  He follows and sticks out his tongue and smears my load over my COVID beard and face.  I push him off me.  I feel gross. 

He gets off the bed and looks down with a big smile on his face.  He joyously says, “Wow, what a huge load out of a huge dick.”  I smile faintly.  He walks to the bathroom and I hear the water turn on.

I lay on the bed and let my body calm down. 

A few minutes later I hear him come out of the bathroom.  I quickly get off the bed and head in to it to get cleaned up.  I take my time.  I grab a washcloth, let it soak in some warm water for a bit, then wipe down my body.  I make sure to completely clean my face and private area.  I then get a cup full of mouthwash and gargle.  After finishing, I head back to the bedroom and see he’s not there.

I quickly toss on a pair of PJs and a new t-shirt.  I head to the living room and see he is finishing getting dressed.  We make small talk for a minute and he says he had a great time.  I smile.  As he is leaving, he mentions, he’d like to get together again, not regularly, but every once in a while.  I nod noncommittedly.

“Wow, Paulo, that sucks.” Ming says from across the coffee table.  His eyes have a sadness which shows his level of concern for my well-being and happiness.

Cam adds, “Have you seen or talked to him again?”

I nod no.  “He did send me an email in early December, wanting to meet up.  I held onto it for about a week, but eventually deleted it, without responding.”  I look off into the distance and say, “I think I could have sent something back to him, maybe I should have, but then he may get the wrong idea.”  They are both nodding in agreement with my decision.  I perk up and say, “Oh well, live and learn.  I’ve had some great times since meeting up with Jim, that bad night is just a memory.  I hope he’s doing well.”  I smile to them and they smile back.

[Psuace]

Part 6, Our Valentine’s Day.

 

“Are you sure he won’t be upset you didn’t choose him?”  I ask Max with concern in my voice.  I look up from my computer where I am entering names and addresses into a word doc for our wedding invitations.  The wedding planning has been slow and tedious.  When we got engaged at Christmas, we were all lovey-dovey, but then reality hit and now we’re slogging thru the mud to get things done. 

We originally wanted to do a destination wedding, but with no end in sight with Covid, that’s out.  Neither of us come from really large families, so the number of guests will be under 100, hopefully under 50.  We’ve found a great place for the ceremony and reception, and no, it’s not at Kenny and Stu’s Dewey beach house.  We’re staying as far away from there until the wedding and honeymoon are over. 

We have reserved a date in June at the Brandywine River Museum in Max’s home town.  It’s just a 45-minute ride from the city for us and Gran is only 20 minutes further away.  It’s kind of pricy, but the views are spectacular and it’s generally close for everyone. 

It’s a wintery February Saturday.  The ground is snow covered and there is more in the forecast over the next few weeks.  Gratefully our condo does an outstanding job plowing the parking lots and salting our sidewalks.  I feel bad for Ty and Davey.  Their condo does not do the job as well as ours. 

I’m wearing a 2XL gray hooded sweatshirt and XL black sweat pants.  I’ve got my dark blue Dewey beach baseball hat on and a nice pair of insulated socks.  Max is wearing a dark green hoodie and blue sweat pants.  He’s unshaven and his curly hair looks like he put a finger an outlet.  I had to drag him out of bed and carry him to the kitchen so we could get this done.  I’d say he fought me the whole way, but I think he just wanted me to carry him.  His 5’11”, 175-pound body isn’t much of a challenge for me, as I now weigh around 265 and am 6’3”.  He swatted my butt a few times fighting me, but I just tightened my muscles and I could tell he hurt his hand as he cursed under his breath at one point.

He responds flatly, “Well Ro is older.  I think Shae will be ok just being a groom’s man, and not being my best man.”  He glances at me and I raise an eyebrow. “What?” He says impatiently. 

“Max,” I say patiently as he rolls his eyes, knowing the lecture I’m about to give him, “Why not have both your brothers as best men?”  He sighs heavily. “I think they would both be honored to stand up for you and it would mean so much to your parents.”  He sighs again, but not as heavily.  I’m finally making progress.  “And I’m not so sure Shae wouldn’t be upset either.”  Max stares right into my eyes with an ‘explain what you mean’ look.   I continue in a gentle voice, “I mean, you’re his oldest brother.  He adores you just as much as Ro does, and it may come across as you’re playing favorites.”  I raise an eyebrow as I know I just hit a sensitive spot with him. I reach my left hand out and put it on his right forearm. His younger brothers mean the world to Max.  I was stunned when he initially said he wanted Roman to be his best man and make Shae a groomsman.  I know Shae would feel slighted, but would hold the feelings in, and possibly start to harbor a grudge against Max and Roman.  I’ve very carefully brought up the idea of two best men. 

He pulls his arm out from under my hand, sits back in his chair, and runs his fingers thru his knotted brown curls.  He closes his eyes and thinks for a minute.  I let him be.  It is his decision, but I want everyone to be happy.  I know if he chose only Ro, there would be issues. 

He slowly opens his eyes, looks at me, smiles a bit, and says, “You’re right.”  ‘Yes!’  I say to myself.  I smile at him and blow him a kiss.  One battle down, only a million more to go.

I decide to broach another sensitive topic, “So, are we still thinking chocolate layer cake or something lighter for dessert?”  It’s really a non-issue, but I might as well have some fun with him.

His head snaps up and his eyes narrow.  I give a half sarcastic smile, but he doesn’t flinch.  He points his index finger at me and sternly says, “You will not come between me and my chocolate cake, Muscles.”  I smile and wink at him.  He continues, “You can have all the fruit and sponge cake you want, but I’m having chocolate cake on my wedding day.”  There is a finality in his voice I rarely hear.  I chuckle to myself.

I put my hands up in a mock defensive posture and calmly say, “Ok.  I just wanted to be sure.  You know, I want you to look your best on our honeymoon, and a little chocolate may…um…well…you know…” I glance at his mid-section and say, “may cut into your cute 6 pack.”

“Um, excuse me, 8 pack Jay.”  He proudly says, sitting up straight and sucking in his gut.  He pats his abs through his sweat shirt.

“Ok.  Whatever you say chocolate cake boy.” I say puffing out my cheeks and my gut.

Suddenly a wad of paper comes across the table and hits me softly in the face.  I give him my best shocked face.  He is still glaring at me. 

I decide to defuse the situation before it escalates. I reach my left hand out for his right arm and softly say, “Max, you know I’m only kidding.”  He barely softens his face.  “Of course, we’re having chocolate cake.  I’ve already talked to your mom and asked if she could make your favorite cake.”  He breaks into the slightest smile. “And yes, I know you have an 8-pack, my sexy man.”  I squeeze his arm and rub my fingers along his forearm, feeling his muscles.  He puts his left hand on top of mine and caresses it.

“Ok.  Let’s get this list done.  We have to hit the gym this morning and do the food shopping, before the snow moves in tonight.”  He rolls his eyes at my last statement.  I continue in a joking voice, “I am not getting caught without gallons of milk, rolls of toilet paper, and loaves of bread for the 4 inches we’re supposed to get tonight and tomorrow.”  He shakes his head and laughs. I point at him and say, “Well, get to it Max.  Get your list done and we can move on to other things.” He looks me in the eyes, and I wink at him.  A sly smile creeps across his face.  Now it’s my turn to sternly say, “Not until this is done.”  I spread my hands over the mess of papers on the table.

“Aye, aye General Jason.”  He mockingly salutes me, looks down at his computer, and resumes making entries.

Half an hour later, we’re done.  We stand at 43 people on the invite list.  He shoots his list to his mom for her to check to see if there is anyone we missed and I send mine to Gran to do the same. 

I lean back, put my arms over my head, and intertwine my finger, stretching my back, neck, and sides.  I’ve been sitting too long and am stiff, but not in a good way.  I groan and Max looks over to me.  I nod to let him know I’m ok. 

We quickly clean up the kitchen, get changed, pack our bags, and head out to the gym.  A few flakes are falling, but nothing to be concerned about. 

We get to the gym around 11 and Stu checks us in and asks how the plans are going.  I roll my eyes and Max groans.  He laughs and says, “When Kenny and I got married, it was no picnic either.  You’ll manage.  Just remember you love each other.”  I smile and pull Max to me in a hug.  I feel his right arm snake around my waist. 

We head to the locker room and stow our gear and head up to the workout room.  We go our separate ways.  I head to the squat rack and Max heads to the free weights.  I spy Davey and Ian wandering around.  They see me and nod.  The close in on Max and start to pepper him with questions. 

I find an empty squat rack, wipe it down, and start to load it up with weights for my warm up set.  Eddie wanders up behind me and says, “Dude, what’s up?”

I turn, fist bump him, and say, “Not much buddy.  How are you doing today?” 

“Not bad.  ‘Pull day’ for me.”   Eddie is in a skin tight ‘wife beater’ and dark green mesh shorts.  His lats and shoulders already have a pump going, indicating he’s been here for a while.  “Want to get this done before the insanity later.”  He says referring to the snow.

“Oh, I heard we’re only getting a few inches.  Has it changed?”

“Yeah, you must have slept through the morning forecast.” I groan.  “They’ve upped it to about 10 inches.”  I roll my eyes thinking of the insanity Eddie mentioned.  “G1 and I wanted to get in and out to avoid the rush.” 

I stare at the bar in front of me thinking if we should just head out.  “Ok, Eddie.  Thanks for the update.  Stay safe.  Tell Colin I said hey.”

I feel him slap me on the shoulder.  “Will do Jay.  You too.”

I slip off my sneakers and stretch out for a few minutes, doing some deep knee bends and general leg movements.  Once I’m warm, I put in my ear buds and get some Twenty-One Pilots on.  I move into the rack, adjust the bar, slide under it, bend my knees and lift.  The 135-pound warm-up weight feels good on my upper back.  I blast out 10 reps and re-rack. 

I move to add 45’s to each side and see Max standing off to the side, waiting for me to finish.  He wanders over to me.  I finish adding the weights, look at him and ask, “What do you think?”

“Up to you Jay.  I looked out the window a minute ago and it’s getting heavier, but the roads are still dry.”  I nod.  “I think we can get workout in, but maybe need to skip the store?”  He raises an eyebrow. 

I jokingly say, “We’ve got plenty of food at home. We won’t starve in the 12 hours we’re stuck inside.” He laughs with me.  “Ok, let’s power through this and get home.  We can snuggle up on the sofa.”  I pull him in for a kiss.  His left hand gropes my right ass cheek and gives it a squeeze.  I growl into his mouth. 

We part and he heads back out to the free weights.

I turn back to the rack and continue my sets.  225 for 10 reps, 315 for 10 reps, 405 for 8 reps.  I load up for 495, slip my sneakers back on, and wander out looking for Eddie to spot me.  I’ve squatted this weight many times and am confident I can get my set without incident, but having a spotter is always a good call.  I catch him as he and Ian are heading for the stairs down to the locker room.  I ask him to spot me for my last set.  He nods and we head back to the rack. 

I take the sneakers off and then strap on my weight belt.  I vacuum my waist and cinch the belt as tight as it can go.  I grab my phone and crank up the music again.

I move into position under the bar, bend my knees slightly, and gently press up to make sure it’s centered.  I take a deep breath, and as I exhale, push up with my legs.  The bar slowly raises off the rack.  I feel my shoulders contract to accommodate the weight.  My legs and core tighten.  I take a step back, look into the mirror in front of me, then lean my head back, and look upward just a bit.  I take another breath to relax my body.  On my next inhale, I squat down. The muscles in my quads explode.  I can feel the blood rushing through them.  My calves tighten and my feet flatten to the floor.  As I move downward, I push my butt back to make sure my body is still in a vertical line, shoulders over knees.  I also make sure my weight is centered on my feet, not forward on my toes or back on my heels.  I hit my depth.  I slowly exhale as I begin to press upward.  My legs start to burn as the weight presses down.  It feels good.  I focus on a spot on the wall and feel my eyes bore into it.  I can hear Eddie’s distant voice coaxing me on.  I stand, but do not lock out my knees. 

I take a quick inhale and exhale to reset my body.  On the next inhale, I begin my descent.  The weight still feels good.  I feel the ancillary muscles in my legs and back twitching to help me keep my balance and posture.  I hit my depth again and start to rise up.  It’s a smoother move this time.  Muscles moving in unity with each other.

I’m up again and breathing deeply to cleanse my body.  I feel sweat begin to form on my forehead, chest, and legs.  I can just hear Eddie over Cage the Elephants “In one ear”.  He’s right behind me. I glance in the mirror and see his hands at my sides.  Next inhale, I dip again.  Core is nice and tight.  Chest is upright.  As I push upward, I feel the slightest twinge in my lower right back.  I get to the standing position, pause for a moment, then decide to re-rack the bar.  It clangs in and comes to rest.  I duck under it and come out into the rack.  Eddie is staring at me with mild skepticism.  I pop out my ear buds and say, “Felt a twinge in my lower back.”  He nods.  “Probably due to sitting all morning at the table doing wedding stuff.”  A sly grin comes across his face and I can tell a smart-ass remark is forming in his brain.  I point a finger at him and calmly say, “You say what I think you’re going to say, and the twins will be spoon-feeding you soup for the next 4 weeks.” 

He stares at me with mock disbelief and says, “Me make a sarcastic remark?  You’ve got me confused with someone else.”  He breaks into a grin and says, “Smart to stop.”  I nod.  “We’re going take off.  Drive safely.”  We fist bump and he wanders out. 

I unload the bar and can still feel the twinge as I move the weights to the supports.  I grab some towels, coat them with disinfectant, and wipe down the bar.  

I head out to the free weight area, but don’t see Max.  Davey is gone too. I wander around, thru the cardio machines which are 80% vacant, and spot them at the floor to ceiling windows.  I check the clock on the wall and see it’s 12:30. I can see the snow has picked up.  I walk up behind Max, slip my hands around his waist and pull him to me.  I lean down and lightly put my chin on his curly-haired head.  My chin vibrates as I feel him hum.  His body is warm from his workout and his t-shirt is the slightest bit damp. Davey says, “It’s picked up quite a bit in the past 15 minutes.”  I watch the flakes fall and coat the cars in the parking lot.  The sidewalk is getting covered as well as the area between the cars. 

There is a crackling in the sound system and we hear Stu’s voice comes on.  “Ladies and gentlemen, due to the deteriorating road conditions predicted for the remainder of the day, we are closing the gym in 30 minutes.  Please finish up and drive safely.” 

Max pulls away from me, turns, and asks, “You ready to go?”  I nod, figuring I can let him know about my back later.  We say good bye to Davey, who then heads over to the office to meet up with Ty. 

We head to the locker room, toss our stuff into our bags, skip the showers, and head out to my dark green 2020 GMC Acadia SUV.  It’s covered with snow.  I jump in and start it up, to warm it up.  I grab the snow brushes and get out.  I toss one to Max and we quickly clear off the car. 

As we get back in, I turn the radio to the all-news station and we wait for the traffic and weather report.  It comes on and doesn’t surprise us.  Roads, which were ok about an hour ago when we drove to the gym, are now snow-covered.  There is a band of heavy snow moving across the area.  I look at Max and ask, “What do you think?”

He responds, “It’s three miles.  I think we should be ok.  Just put it into all-wheel drive and we shouldn’t have any problems.”  I nod ok.  We buckle up and I put the SUV into reverse.

The roads are snow covered and slippery, but the all-wheel drive helps keep us from sliding around.  I see two plows on the other side of the road, but our side has not been plowed recently. We take it slow, around 20 miles an hour.  We pass a few cars which have slid off the road.  We would normally stop to help, but my fear of getting stuck sticks in my head and keeps us from stopping.  Max is staring out the front window and glances to the side once in a while. 

We come to the last uphill leading to our development.  It’s about a half mile long, and mildly steep.  We can see some cars off to the side either by choice or not.  I put the gear into low and gain just enough speed to get us moving steady up the hill. 

Suddenly my phone rings. My body jerks, but I keep my hands fixed on the wheel.  Max’s head snaps to look at me.  I exhale deeply not realizing I’d been holding my breath.  I don’t take my eyes off the road.  I can tell he sees me concentrating.  He pushes the phone icon on the dash display and I hear Gran’s voice.  Max does all the talking.  “Hey Gran, how are you?”

“I’m well, Max, thank you.  How are you?”  She asks very pleasantly.  “Are you guys enjoying this beautiful snow? I cannot believe how much we have gotten so far, and we are still expecting more…” She starts to ramble.  I glance at Max quickly and he catches my drift.

Gran pauses and Max speaks up, “Um Gran, Jay and I are driving home from the gym right now and the roads are kind of bad.  Can we call you back in a bit?”

“Oh my, of course Max.  I’m so sorry.  You should have said so.  I’ll let you be.  Love you guys.  Be safe.”

“Thanks Gran.  Love you too.  Call you soon.”  Max disconnects the phone.  I feel his left hand on my shoulder.  He gently rubs it. 

We very close to the top of the hill.  Just another 30 yards and then a right turn off the main road onto the side street leading to the community.  Unfortunately, it’s an uphill right turn at a stop light.  I have no doubt the SUV can do it; I just hope there are no others cars at the intersection.  The road has been pretty clear, save one or two cars.  We are 20 yards out when I see the light turn yellow.  I take my foot off the accelerator, but do not apply the brakes.  I let us coast up to the light, hoping it will turn green before we need to come to a complete stop.

We get to the intersection and the light turns green.  I put on my turn signal and gently tap the accelerator.  We slide a bit to the left as we turn, but the wheels catch and we keep moving. 

The last obstacle has passed.  I see the plow has been through recently and the side street is fairly clear.  I put the gear back into drive and tap the gas.  We turn into the development and wind our way through to our building.  None of the parking spots or sidewalks have been plowed yet.  I see our normal spot is open.  I drive past it, slow to a stop, put the SUV into reverse and back in. 

As I put the SUV into park Max leans over and kisses me on my cheek.  “Nice job Jay.”  He rubs my arm through my jacket.  I exhale one more time.  Having lived my whole in the area, you’d think it would get easier to drive in the snow, but it never does.  Something always changes to make it a challenge. 

We carry our bags into the condo and take our jackets and sneakers off.  Max goes to the fireplace and ignites the gas logs.  They roar to life.  He stands there for a minute, rubbing his hands together.  I walk up behind him and pull him into an embrace.  He melts into my body.  I can feel his hands and cheeks are still chilly.  I turn him around and pull him into a tighter hug.  I rub my hands up and down his back to help warm him up.  The clock says 1pm.  What a long morning.

He pushes back from my chest, looks up into my eyes and says, “You should call Gran to let her know we got home ok.  I’m sure she’s waiting.”  I nod because he’s right.  “I’ll go get the shower warmed up.”  His not-so-subtle way of saying don’t be too long.  I wink at him and smile.  He pats my pecs, which I flex for him.  He gropes them and finds my left nipple through my t-shirt, and pinches it, then tugs at it.  I feel a tingle down below.  He suddenly lets it go and walks to the bedroom. 

I call after him, “Not nice Max, not nice.”  He waves to me.  I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial Gran.  She picks up on the first ring.  “Hey Gran, how are you?”  I start to walk around the condo locking the doors and closing the curtains.  I turn on some lights.

“I’m well Jason.  Sorry to call you while you were driving.”

“It’s fine.  You could not have known.  We made it home without incident.”

“That’s good.”  She sounds relieved.

“The roads are pretty bad here.  Some have not been plowed yet.  We saw one or two cars which had slid off the road.  I wanted to stop, but thought it best to get home safely.”

“That’s probably best, Jason.  Maybe you can go out after a bit and see if anyone needs help.”

“Yes, that is probably what we will do.”  I change the topic.  “You received my email with the wedding guest list?” 

“Yes, I did.”  There is a pause and I think ‘crap, who did I forget?’  “I did not see one or two people who I think you may want to invite.  I’m going to find their addresses and send you a note back.”  Another pause.  “Jason, they are not really ‘family’, but I think you may want to include them because of what they have done for you.”  I know who she means.  There were some people who helped me when my parents and brother died.  I innocently forgot about them in the confusion of who to invite.

“I understand Gran.  Yes, I have an idea who you mean.  Yes, please send me their information and I will add them to the list.  I will let Max know too.  I know he will not have a problem with it.”

“Thank you, Jason.”  I hear a sound of relief in her voice. “Okay, I need to go.  You and Max stay warm and safe.  Love you, Jason.”

“Love you too, Gran.  Stay well.”

We disconnect.  I find that I am sitting in a chair staring at the fire.  I get up and start down the hallway to the bedroom.  I see Max on the bed waiting for me. 

He softly asks, “Everything ok?”  I nod.  “I poked my head out and saw you were deep into your conversation with Gran, so I did not want to interrupt.”

“No, it’s good.  We talked about the guest list and she reminded me there are one or two more people I need to invite.”  Max looks at me with questioning eyes.  “They really helped me when I was a kid, right after the accident.”

Max gets off the bed, comes over to me and pulls me into a hug.  His head rests on my pecs and he squeezes me tightly.  “Of course, Jay.  Anyone Gran thinks should be there, is welcome.” 

I rub his bare back and say, “Thank you.”  I lean down and kiss his head.  “Now about that the shower.”  I swat his ass softly. I hook a finger into his boxer briefs and sensually tug them down, kissing his soft lips the entire time.  They hit the floor and I stand back up.

I feel his hands reach for the draw string on my sweatpants and tug at it.  I inhale, vacuuming my midsection, making it easier for him to untie it.  My hands wander down his back and cup his ass cheeks.  I gently squeeze.  He moans and desperately pulls at the drawstring.  It comes undone and a shake my hips, allowing the sweatpants to fall to the floor.  I release his ass, put my fingers into the sides of my black boxer briefs and quickly push them to the floor as well.  My unit has begun its’ ascent.  I glance at Max and see his has as well.  We both smile at each other.

I lean down, cup his chin, and lightly pull his face up towards mine.  He rests his hand on my flexed left forearm for stability.  We start to kiss.  His cheeks are no longer chilly.  He’s flushed and his body is warm.  I cup both his ass cheeks again.  I get a secure, but not painful, grip; brace my legs and gently lift him up so we are face to face.  He wraps his arms around my neck and I pull him close to my body. His trimmed chest hair is soft and tickles my hairless pecs and abs. His steel rod is pressed between our bodies and I can feel warm liquid oozing out, coating my abs. He opens his mouth and I stick my tongue in.  He exhales and his warm breath floats into my mouth.  I catch a whiff of peppermint mouthwash. 

My unit continues to rise and is now between his legs, which he lets dangle instead of wrapping around my waist.  It is pushing his legs apart seeking space to grow to its full size.  Max can feel it and playfully squeezes his legs together, crossing his ankles, creating a nice tight space.  He swings his hips forward and back, his crack riding my length.  I groan with pleasure at the feeling of his hairy ass rubbing my hairless rod.

I turn and start for the bathroom.  I set him on the counter and quickly turn the water on.  There is a light fog hanging in the air from when Max had turned the water on earlier, then turned it off due to my call to Gran.  The cream-colored bathroom is very large.  It has a double sink vanity and a walk-in shower which we remodeled after moving in.  The original shower was a stall shower and it could not accommodate both of us.  We also installed a water saving Moen shower head which has a wide array of spray options.  The floor is all builders-grade 4 x 4 tiles, while the shower is lined with Sandstone colored 1-foot by 1-foot tiles.  We almost put a bench in, but decided against it.  Thinking back, it would have been a nice option to add. 

I pull the door open and step in backwards so the water hits my back first.  It’s hot, but not scolding. I exhale deeply into Max’s mouth due to the immediate warmth hitting me.  The balminess of the water begins to envelop me as my body becomes wet.  I feel the chill of the snow leave my body.  I back further in and let the water cascade over my crew cut hair, and then down the front of my shoulders, toward Max and my pecs.

He continues to let his legs dangle, but has slowed his pumping motion.  I slowly turn, bringing his body into the path of the water.  He flinches at the heat too, but quickly gets used to it.  He squirms against me, his 9-inch unit rubbing my rock-hard abs.  I can feel his mushroom head pulse as it moves up and down over the ridges.  He moans with pleasure. 

I get a firmer grip on his ass and pull him up just a bit more.  He carefully uncrosses his ankles and slowly moves his legs up above my waist.  Once they are in position, he recrosses them and basically locks our bodies together. 

He squeezes his legs and arms at the same time, bringing us as physically close to each other as possible.  His unit is smashed and squeezed, but he doesn’t seem to mind.  He continues to kiss me with abandon. 

I take a small step forward and move so his curly haired head is under the stream of water.  I glance at it while continuing the kiss.  Now it’s his turn to moan due to the heat hitting his body.  He breaks our kiss, leans his head back and lets his hair get completely soaked.  His curls mat down onto his head and some cover his face.  He shakes his head from left to right.  I get splashed with some water, but his hair is no longer covering his eyes.  He winks at me.  I move to kiss him.

I maneuver my hands so that I am supporting him with only my right hand.  I bring my left arm up and flex.  The bicep quickly grows to its full size.  I squeeze my fist and bring it close to my head.  I squeeze harder and the two heads of the bicep separate, creating a small crevice between them.  I turn our heads to the muscle. 

Max sees the bicep, breaks our kiss, and his tongue slips out of his mouth and moistens his already wet lips.  He quickly moves to it and starts to slather spit and love all over it.  I feel him release his right hand and then feel him attach it to the back portion of the muscle.  His fingers start to claw and slide over the slippery 25-inch muscle.  I keep the muscle flexed because I know how much he loves trying to dent the rock-hard muscle.  The battle he puts up is half the fun. 

His legs squeeze together a bit more and I feel his body creep up mine just a bit more.  I gently lift him up some more and he starts to lap at the top of the muscle.  His warm, sandpaper like tongue rubs along the length of the biceps touching all my super sensitive nerves.  His wet hair, while still being rained upon by the shower, now slides down the sides of his face, covering it.  He doesn’t seem to mind as he continues to ravage my arm. 

I turn again and move his body out of the water.  I whisper to him, “Hold on tight for one second.”  I feel his head nod and his body tighten.  Once I feel he’s not going to slip off, I release my right hand from his ass, and turn off the shower. I quickly put my hand under him again. His tongue never leaves my bicep. 

As the water drains from the shower, the floor is less slippery.  I begin to squat down and point my unit towards his widening hole.  When we reach the desired position, my unit easily enters him.  He pauses in his ministrations until I am completely in him, then he resumes with renewed ferocity.

I slowly stand back up.  I feel gravity pull his body down, embedding me into his body.  He squeezes his glutes and sphincter muscles, trapping me inside him.  He does a quick contraction and release of his muscles, milking my unit.  And so, it starts…

I open the shower door, carefully step out, then close it.  I shuffle over to the towel rack and clear my throat, “Um, sexy man?”

Max pauses briefly and jokingly says, “Busy here Muscles. Whatever it is, it’s going to have to wait.”  He goes back to slathering spit on my biceps. 

I pull my arm away from him, despite his best efforts.  I put both hands back on his ass and slowly lift him off me.  I can feel him clench his ass and sphincter, but he’s knows he’s no match for me.  My unit leaves his ass with audible pop.  Max groans.  I pacify him quickly by calmly saying, “The faster we dry off, the quicker we can get back at it.”  I turn and grab two towels.  As I hand one to Max, he quickly dries his whole body, except his curly hair.  I take my time and watch Max, the man I love, my meaning for living.  I take a deep breath and enjoy the moment watching my husband-to-be. 

When he finishes with his body, he grabs another towel.  He leans over at his waist so his head falls forward and he quickly starts to rub his curls.  As he does this, I finish drying myself. 

I’m done, but he’s still at it.  I gently put my hand on his back and say, “Close enough sexy.”  He stops, stands back up, takes the towel off his half-dried head, and looks up to me.  I smile and bring him in for a kiss. He drops the towel between us and takes half a step to bring our warm bodies back together. 

We wrap our arms around each other.  Max squeezes me tightly. His damp curly hair resting on my chest.  I flex my pecs and his hums.  I exhale over his head and feel him squeeze just a bit more.  My hands wander down his back and I draw circles with my fingertips.

Our softening units start to perk up again.  I can feel his 9 inches quickly climb along my hairless inner thigh, sliding over the now soft and dry skin. Mine, on the other hand, jerks and spasms on its way to full mast.  It bangs him on his hairy inner thigh, gets stuck under his balls for a moment, comes free, and smacks up into my abs with pre-cum dripping out.  I feel his warm left hand reach down and grasp me.  He starts a slow and deliberate motion.  I feel his thumb rub the underside of my shaft, along the vein there.  He is not applying much pressure as he moves thumb up and down, but it enough to make me as hard as a steel beam within a few strokes.  I let loose a deep moan and Max chuckles. 

I reach down for his unit and wrap my paw around it.  I mimic his motion. Now it is his turn to moan.  His head hits my pecs as he enjoys the feeling.  He sticks his tongue out and laps at my left nipple.  Pre-cum starts leaking from me freely. 

He suddenly backs away from my chest, puts his right hand on top of my left and pulls it off his unit. He looks up into my eyes and I give him a confused look.  He smiles, gets a firmer grip on my unit and nods his head back toward the bed.  I smile and nod.  He lets go of my unit.  I quickly reach out and lift him up under his armpits, his feet dangling a foot off the ground.

I take the 5 steps from bathroom to bed, across the tile, then hardwood, then area rug.  I stand at the end of the unmade bed, draw his body to mine, and kiss him.  He starts to move his arms to wrap them back around my shoulders, but I move his body away from mine.  He gives me a pouty face.  I start to draw him back in.  I glance down and see his unit bouncing around wildly with anticipation.  We are almost lip to lip when I stop.  His eyes get wide and he opens his mouth to say something.  I casually toss him backwards onto the bed.  He lands on his back in the middle of the unmade bed; pillows and comforter all around him. 

He grabs a pillow and throws it at me.  I defect it and climb onto the end of the bed.  My unit is fully erect and hanging down between my legs like a python. He stares at me, his unit also at full mast.  My hulking body slowly makes it way up the bed.  Max slowly moves back away from me, like I’m an incoming storm, but unfortunately for him, he’ll run out of room.  He pushes the comforter and pillows into my path in a futile attempt to slow me.  I nonchalantly push them aside leaving just the sheet, letting him know nothing will keep me from my prize.  I continue my progress, flexing my chest, shoulders, and core, just to excite him.  His eyes get big.  I wink at him.  I’m 2 feet away from him.  He’s at the headboard and realizes he’s out of room. I reach my left arm out and grab at his right ankle.  I get it. He tries to pull it away, but knows I’m too strong.  I lean back on my hunches.  I’m now in the middle of the bed.  I slowly, but surely pull his body to mine.  He’s still on his back, his arms are stretched out, grasping the sheets, in an attempt to keep away from me. 

I take a moment to stare at my sexy man, all 5’11”, 175 pounds of him.  His 9-inch unit laying on his taut 8-pack abs, right above his 30-inch waist.  His neatly trimmed soft hairy chest and curly brown hair.  I glance at his clean-shaven balls and involuntarily lick my lips.  His muscular pecs and biceps straining against my overpowering strength.  I see a bead of sweat form on his forehead.  My unit snaps up and bangs my abs.  I feel the stickiness of pre-cum on my body. 

I continue to pull my lover to me.  When his body is close enough, I release his ankle and crawl over top of him.  My 6’3”, 265-pound body completely covers his, but there is no fear in his eyes.  I start to lay on top of him, pressing his body into the soft mattress.  His body sinks to accommodate my weight. 

I grab his hands and stretch them over his head.  My face nears his.  He smiles warmly and puckers up.  I relax my body and melt into his.  Our rock-hard units trapped between our bodies, pressed against both our stretched striated abs.  His soft chest hair massages my super sensitive nipples, causing my body to shiver. 

We kiss and electricity moves between us.  His soft lips start to work their magic on mine.  His tongue flickers out, coating both our lips with warm saliva.  I feel his legs move to the side of my body and once they are clear, he wraps them around my waist.  He locks his ankles together and squeezes, pulling his body that much closer to mine, and squishing our units between us.

We continue to kiss.  Our bodies are generating heat due to the movements we make, shifting our positions, grinding our hips, or because of the obscenely high temperature with which Max likes to keep the house.  Middle of freezing February, snowing, and Max keeps the condo at 75 degrees.  On top of that, he’ll be wearing a sweat shirt, sweat pants, and have a blanket over him while watching TV.  I joke with him asking if my hugging and cuddling him isn’t enough to keep him warm?  He pats me on my chest and retorts, that he needs a full body heater, not just the front or the back.

His legs squeeze me again and I feel him jostle under me.  I break our kiss, release his hands, put mine near the sides of his body, and slowly lift my weight off him.  My unit sticks to his hairy midsection due to the fluid we’ve both secreted. He unlocks his ankles and his legs fall to the bed.  He takes a big gulp of air and slowly exhales through his nose.  His body has sweat all over it and his curls are matted down.  As I raise my body further off his, his unit rises upright.  I look at it, smile to him, and wink.  He puts his hands behind his head and winks back.  He’s giving me his ok to do what I want. 

I slide back down the bed so my head ends up right at his unit.  I sniff his balls and roll my face around the area, getting his scent back on me.  I then lap at the base of his unit. I see him tighten his abs, which causes his dick to fall toward them.  He then quickly exhales and as his abs balloon out, his unit flexes from abs to my face, slapping me on the cheek.  I laugh, he smiles. 

I grab him with my right hand and pull his unit toward my waiting mouth.  When he’s close, I take a long lick, starting at his balls, and running the entire length to his mushroom head and beyond.  I bring my head down on top of his head and expertly suck him and maneuver my tongue around his piss slit, pulling any pre-cum which may be still there. 

I coat the entire head with so much saliva that the excess dribbles down the sides of his unit to his pelvic area.  I hear him humming to himself.  I glance up to his face and see his eyes are closed and he an ear-to-ear smile. 

I go to work.  I lower my head onto his unit, down him to the hilt.  No gag reflex for me.  Years of practice on this monster.  I start to bob up and down, coating him completely.  I move my left hand under his butt and gently lift his ass, allowing me to go that much further down.  My nose is against his lower abs.  I playfully growl and softly shake my head from side to side, as if I were a dog with a bone.  His humming increases. 

I do a few more head bobs and on my last upward motion, I apply as much suction as I can.  I try to draw his load out of him.  I sense him tense his whole body in an effort to deny me my prize.  I reach the top and before I release him, I swirl my tongue around the mushroom head again, hitting all the super-sensitive nerves underneath it.  Max continues to keep his muscular body stiff, keeping me from the prize.  I pull my lips off him with an audible pop.  I look up his body and see his hands are still behind his head and he has taken hold of the sheet again, to help him keep from cumming. He exhales completely. 

He opens his eyes, looks down to me and says, “That felt great.”  He still has a winning smile on his face, but there is sweat dribbling down his cheeks. 

I jerk him a few times with my right hand so he doesn’t go soft.  I move my body upward on the bed and get onto my hunches, with my legs on either side of his waist.  I position my hole right over his spear.  We’re both lubed enough with sweat and spit that extra lube is not needed.  I slowly lower my weight onto him.  His head pops in with a moderate amount of pain, but I push onward.  I close my eyes and my body shutters.  Not only is Max endowed with length, but his girth is nothing to sneeze at either.  Right below his mushroom head, his unit widens quite a bit, then starts to taper as it gets to his base and balls.  It’s getting past that wide part which takes me a few seconds.  My hole, nor many a man’s hole, was built for his girth.  The few moments of pain are well worth the ride once he is inside. 

I grunt and force myself over the bulge and easily slide down the remaining 6 inches.  He sighs with content as my ass hits his groin.  I feel him get a bit bigger as blood rushes from other parts of his body to his unit.  I squeeze my anal and glute muscles, clenching his spear.  I start to lean up, lifting myself off him.  I am almost to his bulge, but stop just below it.  I push back down and let my weight settle on to his mid-section.  He flexes his abs to absorb as much as he can, but I know I’ll have to lean up to lighten the load.  I bounce up and down a few times.  He closes his eyes and just smiles, as I enjoy the ride.  As I start to move faster, he begins to thrust upward to meet my downward movement.  Pretty soon our bodies are slapping together.  I’m grunting with every down movement and Max is grunting on his upward pushes. 

After a few minutes of intense fucking, I sense his movements start to slow.  I glance down and see his face is showing strain with each thrust.  My weight is wearing on him.  He’s got a ton of stamina, but I know I can only bounce my body on his for so long before it takes a toll on him. I slow my movements and after a bit, come to a stop.   

After a minute of sitting on him lightly, I lean down and kiss him.  As I do this, he starts to slide out of me.  I feel him lift his legs and bend his knees, to keep me imbedded in him.  As we kiss, he resumes thrusting his hips.  I feel him bottom out.  He does another complete exhale.  He moves his hands from behind his head and wraps them around my neck, pulling me that much closer to him. 

We continue with long, sloppy kisses for another minute, then his thrusting become urgent.  I stabilize my body and let him go at his pace.  He breaks our kiss and pulls my head down to the side of his.  His breathing becomes ragged and he increases his hold on me to steady his head.  He violently drives his hips into mine, once, twice, and on the third motion, he unleashes his torrent.  I contract my glute and ass muscles to keep him in place as he begins to cum.  I hear him groan with pleasure as his cum rockets into me.  He continues to plow me, but with less force as each shot exits him.  By his fourth shot, he’s wiped out, but remarkably still hard. 

His knees and legs move to straighten out and fall back on to the bed.  He slides out of me and I feel his semi-erect unit fall onto his abs.  He releases his death grip on my head and I lean up a bit.  His eyes flutter open and I smile at him.  I gently kiss him on his nose, then move lower and kiss his sweaty lips. 

I feel cum drip out of me and back onto him.  I lean back up onto my heals and take my steel hard unit in my hand.  I start to jerk.  He moves his left hand to my taint and softly massages me. 

I get close.  I lean back over him, with my unit lined up with his abs and lower chest.  I flex my body, every muscle coming into relief.  Abs tighten into cobblestones, chest becomes rock-hard, arms are steel poles, and legs feel like granite slabs.  He continues to massage me and then quickly and softly grabs my balls.  He rolls them in his warm hand and I feel the lightning bolt shoot from my spine to my balls.  I lift my head and roar as my first load blows out of me and coats Max from chin to navel.  He gets a firmer grip on my balls and pulls down.  My second load explodes out and lands right under his pecs, coating his fur.  I feverishly jerk myself and my last two loads spill onto his abs, pooling around his navel.  He releases my balls, a fifth dribble exits me, and hangs on to my slit.  Max sees it, move his hand to it, coats his thumb and index finger with it, and pulls it to his mouth.  He pushes both fingers in and I can see his tongue roll around them, wiping them clean.  He swallows and grins a satisfied smile.

I fall onto the bed next to him, relaxing my body. I feel all the stress of the day leave.  I feel Max lean toward me and rub his sweaty cum covered body against my sweaty body.  He puts his right hand on my chest and swirls it around my right nipple, tweaking it every once in a while.  

Our breathing comes into sync.  His fingers slow. 

My eyes flutter open.  I yawn and wonder how long I’ve been out.  I don’t feel Max’s body next to mine.  I lean up on my elbows and look around the darkening room.  The clock says 3:30. I was out for about 45 minutes. I find it weird that it’s so dark so early.  I look toward the bathroom, but the door is open and the light is off.  I look down the hallway to the living room and see a few lights are on. 

I climb out of bed, start to slip on my sweat pants when there is a loud crashing sound in the living room.  My head jerks to the sound.  My first thought is about Max.  I yell anxiously, “Max?  Are you ok?”  He doesn’t respond fast enough for me liking.  I pull up the sweats and pull on my sweat shirt.  As I slip on my slippers, I call out again, “Max?  You ok?”  Still no answer.  I take the three steps to the bedroom door and quickly cover the distance to the living room.  I scan the living room and see our front window is broken and a brick is laying on the carpet next to the sofa.  There is glass everywhere.  Still no Max.  I look into the kitchen area and see him standing at the stove with his back to me. He’s got on his sweatpants, sweatshirt, and slippers.  I see he has his earbuds in and most likely has the music cranked up.  I release the breath I did not know I was holding and feel the tension leave my body.  I walk up to him and get into his sight line.  I put my hand on his shoulder.  He flinches and spins toward the touch.  He sees it’s me and relaxes. 

He takes the earbuds out and says, “Hey Jay.  I didn’t think you’d be up so soon.  You must have been really tired.  You conked out pretty quickly.”  He starts to ramble. 

I interrupt, “Max,” He looks into my eyes. “Didn’t you hear the crash a bit ago?” 

Concern comes over his face.  He says, “No.  What happened?  Are you ok?”  His eyes give me the once over.

“I’m fine, but I thought you might have been hurt.  Someone threw a brick through the front window.” 

“What? When?  Where?”  He starts to push past me, but I grab his arm to slow him.

“The brick is right next to the sofa. You need to put some shoes on before you go in there.  I do too.”  We skirt the living room, quickly get sneakers on, and head back.  Max goes into the kitchen and gets a broom and dustpan from the pantry.  I grab my phone and start to take photos of the damage.  Max comes into the room, sees me taking photos and waits patiently.  His face has darkened and I can tell he is upset. 

It hits me that snow is coming through the broken window.  I look outside and see the storm has intensified, which explains the early darkness.  I look to him and say, “We need to find some cardboard or plywood to cover the window.”  He nods.  He puts down the broom and dustpan and walks to the office.  A few minutes later he comes back with a cardboard box which held reams of paper, and some duct tape.  I nod. 

I finish taking the photos and go to pick up the brick.  I see some string tied around it. I turn it over and see the note.  I think to myself, ‘This won’t be good.’  I untie the knot and pull the paper off.  I unfold the note and read it.  I sigh to myself.  Max is now by my side and takes the paper from me.  He reads it and I hear him curse under his breath.  He hands it back to me, points at it, and angerly says, “Get a photo of that too.  I want Tommy to see it.”  I nod absently.  “It’s probably the same people who threw a rock through Cam and Ming’s window, and took a bat to Colin’s car.” I nod again, agreeing with him.

He starts to walk to the broom, but I catch his arm again.  He stops, and I pull him into a fierce hug.  I feel a tear roll down my cheek.  I whisper, “When you didn’t answer my calls, I almost panicked.  I didn’t know what happened and if you were hurt.” 

I feel him hug me back just as intensely.  “I’m fine Jay…I’m fine, just upset.”  I pull his head to my chest and give him one last hug.  I kiss the top of his head and slowly release him. 

[Psuace]

Part 7, Happy St. Patrick’s Day, Davey.

 

I arch my back and give one final vicious thrust as I cry out with unfettered pleasure.  I feel my load explode out of me and rocket into Ty’s firm, muscular ass. My hands are latched on to his expansive lats and my chest is sticking to his sweaty wide back.  He squeezes his hole shut; to keep my cum from leaking out.  He grunts with appreciation.  My unit stays hard for another minute after I finish.  As it softens, I slowly pull out.  When the head emerges, he tightens his hole again to keep me inside.  I lean down and kiss his sweaty lower back and finally slip out.

He sighs and starts to stand up.  Once up, I pull my equally sweaty body back to his and hug him from behind.  He takes ahold of my wrists and lovingly caresses them and my hairy, sticky forearms.  After another minute of luxuriating in his manliness, I release him. 

He turns around and I get a good look at my 6’2”, 220-pound chocolate muscle god.  He looks down at my 5’11’, 175-pound taut pale body and smiles his winning smile.  His left hand comes to my chin.  He cups it and raises it. 

We kiss. Softly. Sensually. His warm breath entering my mouth as I inhale.  I feel his left arm reach around my back and grasp my right ass cheek.  I flex it.  He giggles through our kiss.  His still hard unit is pressed between our slick bodies.  I take in my left hand and tug gently a few times. He moans again and breaks our kiss. 

He leans back and playfully says, “You’re insatiable, you know that?”  His right hand caresses my chin and cheek. 

I flatly respond while patting his muscled pecs, “When I have a huge muscle god who loves me and would do anything for me…yeah, I’m insatiable.  Wouldn’t you be too?”  I raise an eyebrow to him and crack the barest of smiles.

He leans his head back and lets loose a raucous laugh.  He quickly moves his right hand to my left ass cheek, cups it, and easily lifts me up so we are face to face, his biceps barely registering my weight.  I release his unit, put my arms over his enormous traps and pull our heads together.  I begin to ravage his face, kissing him everywhere.  He stands still, smiling, enjoying the love I am giving him.

I take a quick break and Ty uses the opportunity to hoist my body up over his right shoulder.  He softly pats me on the ass and carries me from the kitchen to our master bedroom.  The room is dark due to the pulled curtains.  Our unmade king-sized bed with its white sheets and dark green comforter is waiting for our return.  Pillows are laying all over it from our initial episode a few hours ago.

It’s a rare Wednesday off for Ty.  No need for him to be at the gym.  Kenny and Stu are covering his training sessions and classes. I took the day off and we’ve been at it since breakfast.  I’m going to sleep very well tonight.  Ty will sleep well too, but only because I’ve worn him out.  Oh, and it’s St. Patrick’s Day.  Part of my Irish heritage is glad I have the day off to celebrate with the man I love.

We enter the bedroom and he brings my body back over his shoulder and holds me up by my armpits at arm’s length.  We are face to face.  I smile a mischievous grin at him.  He cocks an eyebrow at me, glances down at my flaccid unit and shakes his head.  He turns and simply tosses me into the middle of the bed.  I bounce once then sink into the sheets and comforter, and pull them around me.  I inhale deeply and smell Ty’s odor, his manly musk, mixed with Speed stick deodorant and Old Spice body wash.  I feel the king-sized bed sag as he climbs on.  I peek out from the covers and watch him approach me.  He’s a dark storm with a smile.  He’s staring at me with fire in his eyes. His 9-inch steel pipe of a spear jutting out from his crotch and banging noisily against his cobblestone abs.  I see a thin thread of pre-cum attached between his piss slit and his smooth, deep rutted abs.  As his unit moves down, the thread stretches out, almost breaking, then it seems to pull his unit back up to them. 

I involuntarily lick my lips, thinking of slurping the moisture off his rock-hard body.  I feel a tingle down below.  I reach to rub my unit and see Ty just sigh.  I smile at him and give him a wink. 

He finishes closing the distance to me and lays on top of me, letting his full weight cover me, our heads next to each other, and his hands and arms surrounding me.  He knows I love this feeling.  I feel safe and loved. His warm, sweaty, muscular body draped over my smaller toned frame.  I wrap my arms around his impossibly wide lats and bring my ankles around his ultra-thin waist.  I lock them together and tighten my hold on my stud, bringing our bodies together, as if we were one.  My knight in shiny black armor, the man who saved me and loves me.  I squeeze as hard as I can and he just takes it, allowing me to hug and love him as fiercely as I can. 

I feel his unit jump and squirm.  I haven’t forgotten about it.  I’m too caught up in loving my man, feeling his muscles and leaving my scent on him to ward off potential suitors.  I laugh to myself at that one.  Ty’s been faithful to me since we met. He’s saved my life on so many different occasions, I’ve stopped thinking about it. He’s here for me, and all my insecurities, for the long haul.  I give him one final squeeze and then release him. I unhook my arms and ankles and fall back to the bed.  He looks down at me with love in his dark brown eyes.  He leans down and kisses me gently on the lips.  He’s warm, and his scruffy facial hair tickles me. 

He growls at me, “You ready for me, sexy?  It’s my turn to ravage your body.”  He cocks an eyebrow at me.  I stare into his eyes and slowly nod yes, knowing the power, strength, and love he’s about to shower upon me and my body.  My unit begins a new ascent.  He lets out a deep laugh as he feels me begin to harden against his rock-hard abs.  All he says is, “Insatiable.”

His left hand snakes around my neck as he gently lifts my head off the bed.  He leans down to kiss me.  I close my eyes and pucker up, and he licks my nose.  I let out a giggle.  I open my eyes and see him move in for the actual kiss.  He brings our heads together and kisses me.  His soft, full lips press against mine, firmly, but passionately.  Our foreheads touch.  I feel a bit of sweat on his.  I wrap my left arm around his neck and pull us closer.  I feel his neck and upper back muscles twitching as he holds my head off the bed. 

He lowers us back to the soft sheets, but keeps his hand behind my head.  His fingers start to massage my scalp and the nape of my neck.  I moan with pleasure, exhaling warm air into his waiting mouth.  He inhales, sucking the air in.  I hear him let out a soft moan as well. 

I feel his core tighten and now my hard unit rubs him.  His unit presses into me, wanting to be a part of me, or least inside of me.  We break the kiss.  He slowly moves his head down my body, kissing, nibbling, and licking everything he can find.  He sucks my neck so hard, I’m sure the hickey he’s leaving will be there for a week.  His strong fingers tweak my nipples at the same time, even though he knows they are not sensitive at all. 

As he moves down my body, he laps at my nipples, licks my chest hair, leaving some spit in his wake.  I tense my core as he rubs his face against my furry, taut abs.  I lean my head back into the sheet and feel his warm breath against my mid-section.  I feel his hands massage my rib cage softly, but firmly. He takes a deep breath in, and as he exhales, he snakes his hands under my body, wraps them together, and hugs my body to his face, lifting me off the bed again.  A chill runs down my spine.  His warm masculine scent, strong arms and scruffy face make want to cum.  I strain to hold my load from releasing.  It’s too soon.  I need to enjoy his loving.

He continues to pull me up, my body now at a 45-degree angle.  I feel his biceps flex, easily handling my negligible weight. 

He leans back on his hunches and is sitting up.  I am leaning backwards, draped over his arms.  His face is still buried in my mid-section.  He releases his hands and quickly moves them to my sides.  He grabs on and lifts my body up some more.  He bumps into my unit and giggles.  I laugh as well. 

I feel his warm tongue slip out of his mouth and lightly brush against my unit.  His touch is tentative. A gentle lick, then he withdraws it, re-wets it, and begins again.  I keep my eyes shut, put my hands behind his head and try to move his head closer to me.  He stiffens his neck, keeping his head at the same spot.  I release my grip and bring my hands to his ears.  I massage his soft skin behind them.  He moans again and envelops my unit with his tongue. 

He covers it with fluid, rubs his open mouth against it, pushing it against my body.  He pins it there and quickly moves his tongue up and down.  I shudder again and grab his shoulders to steady myself.  He continues for a few minutes and I feel lots of saliva dripping down my unit, through my trimmed pubic hair and onto his strong upper legs.

I feel his lead pipe of a unit brush against my inner thigh.  I feel pre-cum percolating from the slit.  It’s warm and viscous.  As his body moves, the fluid smears against my body. 

He releases my unit and I feel him slowly lower my body back to the bed.  Once on it, he releases and I sink into the sheets.  He puts his hands on either side me, looks me in the eyes, and smiles.  I put my hands on his unflexed biceps and grip them, knowing I’m going to need to hold them to keep from being shoved into the headboard of our bed. Without using his hands, he maneuvers his unit to my waiting, gaping hole.  He nudges, and the head hits me.  I relax my body.  He slips in.  I wince at the initial pain and my hands squeeze his arms, but don’t dent his muscle.

After all the times Ty’s been inside me, you’d think the initial entry would get easier, but my man has some serious size going on, and the initial push still hurts, but only for a few seconds.

He smiles and quietly asks, “You ready, stud muffin?”  I smile back and nod.  He gently thrusts his ass forward.  I moan with pleasure. He continues to push, his unit penetrating me like a hot knife through butter.  After a few seconds, he bottoms out and I feel his balls swing up and hit me in the ass.  He lets loose a contented, “Ahhh…”  I feel him tighten his body and his unit stiffens, lifting up, almost pulling my body off the bed as it tries to move back to his body. He relaxes and I lower into the sheets again. He withdraws to the point of having just his tip in me.  He does a few quick pokes and pulls, his unit never leaving my body, but his mushroom head stimulating my tight hole. 

I reach for my throbbing unit and see pre-cum has leaked out and is covering my hairy abs.  I slather some onto my fingers and reach to Ty’s mouth.  He smiles, opens, and I insert two fingers.  His greedy tongue slurps at them, sucking the fluid off.  He hums as he swallows.  He quickly thrusts into me, bottoming out. I moan with pleasure.

He settles into a nice easy pumping motion.  My hands wander from my unit to his rock-hard, statuesque body, and I grope him unabashedly.  He flexes his chest as my hands caress the mountains of muscle.  I tweak a nipple and let my fingers meander thru the crevice between his pecs.  The striations of his muscles are visible and so are the veins.  His breathing is even and paced, to match his thrusts.

I move to his biceps and triceps.  They are flexed and the horseshoe shaped triceps are pumped and hard as granite.  I allow my fingers to gently move over the muscles, adoring their strength and size.  His biceps flex as he moves his ass forward, then contract as he backs.  I run my thumb over the face and feel the blood rushing thru the veins.  I can feel his quickened heartbeat thru the prominent coils.  I lick my lips at the thought of slobbering on them. 

He giggles at me, knowing what I want to do.  As he continues to thrust, he lowers his body to mine, my hard spear trapped between us, but still leaking.  He carefully rubs his body to mine, coating his with my fluid.  I lean up to kiss him.  He reciprocates.  He lowers his arms to either side of my head then turn our faces to his left bicep.  I spy it out of my right eye.  It’s flexed.  The 24-inch muscle, glistening with sweat, is waiting for me.  He breaks our kiss, puts his tongue on the muscle, puts some of his own saliva on it, getting it ready for me. 

I stick my tongue out and reach for the muscle, knowing there will be an electric shock passing from his body to mine. 

As we touch, I can feel it.  The energy jolts me.  I close my eyes and savor the feeling.  I can almost feel my body absorb his power, his essence. I moan again and so does he.  We are one.  I sense him flexing his bicep harder.  I move my tongue around and deposit my own saliva on him. 

I inhale deeply and enjoy his masculine musk.  I squirm a bit as my unit convulses.  He senses my impending explosion and lets his weight sink onto my body, in an attempt to either stimy the outpouring, or make sure his body is covered by it.  I turn from his arm and start to kiss him intensely.  Lip to lip, my tongue inside his mouth, then his in mine.  My left hand finds its way behind his head and pulls him closer to me.  He allows it.  His unit stiffens as well.  I grunt, then groan, then feel the bolt of lightning rush from my spine to my balls.  He gives one final vicious thrust.  He’s in me as far as he can go.  He holds his position, our bodies locked together. 

Our loads explode at the same time.  His four shots fill me completely.  I can feel each one and the power behind them.  His weight keeps my body from being moved on the bed due to the force with which he shoots.  My unit, still trapped against his smooth, hard abs, shoots out my load, coating both of us.  I feel my first shot reach my chest, despite his body being in the way. My body arches with the second shot, lifting Ty into the air for a second. 

Once my load is out of me, I collapse back onto the bed.  He sinks onto me.  We are still kissing, but not as intensely.  I release his head, but he doesn’t move away from me.  I feel his unit just start to shrink.  I squeeze my internal muscles and feel him harden briefly.  He continues to shrink.  He slowly pulls out.  I sigh at the sudden emptiness.  He carefully rolls off of me and ends up face up next to me. 

We’re both sweating, covered with my cum, and satiated. I move closer to his body and let the fingers of my right hand wander along his body.  I encounter some of my cum and scoop some up.  I taste it, then move to share with Ty.  He accepts.

We rest.  I let my hand settle on his chest, my fingers flexing to feel his warm body and hard pec muscles, then releasing.  My movements slow, my breathing relaxes, I drift off.

I wake and see it’s 2:30. I was out for about half an hour.  I glance at Ty and see his chest is still rising and lowering at a nice even pace.  He has an arm twisted around his head and the other is lying next to him. He looks very peaceful. I don’t want to wake him.  I ease off the bed, toss on my PJ bottoms and hit the bathroom.  I close the door, turn the light on and, as quietly as possible, run some warm water.  Once it’s hot enough, I saturate a wash towel and clean the dried cum off my body.  I take a leak, wash up, gargle some mouthwash, and pull a t-shirt out of the hamper and toss it on for now. I turn the light off and leave the darkened room.

I pad out of the room and silently close the door.  I wander to the living room and turn on the stereo. I put on my Zombies mix from Youtube music and put the volume on low.  I head to the kitchen to fix a snack.  I walk back to the living room and plop my butt on the sofa.  I grab my phone to check my messages.  A text from my sister and another from my mom wishing me a Happy St. Patrick’s Day.  I smile and send texts back to each of them. I start to read thru some emails.  After a few minutes I hear Ty’s phone chirp, indicating he got a text.  I look around for his phone and see it on the coffee table on the other side of the room.  I’m comfortable where I am, so I let it go.  It can’t be that important.  I go back to my emails, then pull up Toon Blast.  I see Colin is 3 levels in front of me.  Darn it how’d, he’d do that?  I’ve been stuck on level 1967 for the past 2 days.  I start a game when I hear Ty’s phone chirp again.  Probably just the gym, Stu or Kenny with a message or update.  I fail the level, missed passing it by two plays. 

I start again when Ty’s phone rings. I recognize the ring-tone as the gyms.  I pause my game and get up to answer his phone.  I unlock it and answer it, “Hello.”

Stu responds, a bit thrown that it’s me, but he says, “Oh, hey Davey.  How are you?”  He sounds rushed.

“Doing pretty well.  How are you?”

“Ahh…Is Ty there?”  He really sounds flustered. “Really need to speak to him. Something’s come up down here.”

I think to myself, ‘Crap.  There’s goes our next round.’.  I say, “He’s sleeping right now.  Let me go get him.  Can you hold on for a minute?”

“Yeah.  Sorry to bother you guys on your day off.”

“It’s fine.” I say to him, but think, ‘No it’s not.’  I put the phone down and walk to the bedroom. 

I quietly open the door and see Ty is still asleep.  I hate to bother him, he looks so peaceful, and sexy laying there in the nude, with the comforter covering part of his leg. I walk up to him and softly put my hand on his shoulder, shake him, and quietly say, “Ty…Ty, you asleep big guy?”  He stirs.  He half rolls over, but I pull him back over and say, “Ty, Stu is on the phone for you.  Something’s up at the gym.”  This gets his attention.

He’s groggy and mumbles, “Did he say what?”

“Nothing. Just that he wanted to talk to you.  Sounds kind of urgent.”

He sighs and I see him getting his bearings.  He stretches.  The muscles all over his body lengthen, then contract.  Now it’s my turn to sigh.  I feel a tingle in my pj’s and reach a hand down to rub my balls.

“Ok, let him know I’ll be there in a minute.” As I turn to leave, he grabs my wrist and pulls me back to the bed.  I fall on top of him, and he kisses me.  He feels my hardening unit, breaks our kiss, smiles, and says, “Insatiable.”  I kiss him back, put my hands on his chest, which he flexes, and push myself off him.

“I’ll let Stu know you’re on your way.”  I get off the bed, but let my hand wander down his body as I walk out of the room.

I hear him say, “You’re such a tease.”

I shake my ass.  I hear him laugh. 

As I get back to the living room, I hear the bathroom sink running.  I pick up the phone and say, “Stu, he’ll be here in a minute. I hope everything is ok.”

Stu is quiet, which tells me it’s not.  He then says, “Hold on, the police just got here.” 

I think to myself, ‘Uh-oh.” I start walking back to Ty with the phone in my hand.  I can hear Stu talking to someone, but it’s muffled. 

I get to the bedroom and Ty is tossing on a pair of dark blue mesh gym shorts and already has a t-shirt on.  I quietly say, “I think you need to get dressed.”  He turns to look at me and sees the phone. “Stu said the police just got there.” 

Ty’s face drops.  He quickly sheds the gym shorts, pulls a pair of underwear from the bureau, and grabs a pair of cargo pants from the closet.  He’s moving with purpose now.  Once he’s dressed, he reaches for the phone, which I hand to him.

He’s in boss mode now.  “Stu?  Stu, you still there?”  I can hear Stu respond, but do not hear what he says.  Ty slips on some flip-flops, then cradles the phone between his head and shoulder as he put his wallet in his back pocket.  He grabs his keys and heads out the room, saying, “Ok…ok…fuck”. His voice recedes as he gets farther away.

I start to get changed as well.  I get dressed quickly and head to the kitchen where Ty is standing with the phone still to his ear.  He sees me and shakes his head from left to right.  I think, ‘Something bad has happened.’

“Ok, let Tommy know I’ll be there as soon as I can…Thanks Stu.”  He hangs up and looks over to me.  There’s an anger in eyes, which means someone has messed with him who should not have. 

I tentatively ask, “Ok?’

His face softens a bit when he looks at me.  He reaches a hand out for me and I take it.  He pulls me to his body and hugs me.  He’s still tense, but he puts his head on top of mine and says, “I love you, my insatiable sex fiend.”  The last part comes out with some sarcasm.

I hug him back and rub his back, knowing where this is going.  “Love you too big guy.” 

He breaks our hug, looks me in the eyes, and says, “The kids have hit again.” I sigh heavily. “They went thru the parking lot and took a bat to some cars.”  I shake my head. “Car alarms started to go off and some members went out to see what was happening.  When they did,” His look become angered again, “the kids were waiting and threw watered down dog shit on them.”  I gag at the thought.   

I say, “They’re getting bold, hitting the gym like that.  You’d think they’d be smart enough to know you have surveillance cameras.”

A wicked smile comes across his face.  I cock an eyebrow with the ‘due tell’ look.  “Guess who was on his way into the gym while this was going down?  He got his hands on one of them, tackled them, and held them until Tommy showed up.” 

My mind races.  It could be anyone.  “Care to give me a hint?”

“A member of ‘The Little Guys Club’.”

I immediately respond, “Cam!”  It has to be him.  He’d be the only one of us bold enough to get hands on one of them and wrestle them to the ground.  Also, he’s probably the only one strong enough to hold them down as well.

He winks at me and smiles a broad smile.  He pats me on the shoulder and heads to the living room.  “I need to go over and check out the damage and talk to Cam and Tommy.” 

“I’ll come over as well.”

“No need.”  He says casually.  “It may be a few hours before it all gets sorted.” 

“I can drive over on my own and take off it if you need to stay longer.”  He looks over to me and nods.  He grabs the keys to his 2018 Red Ford F250.

It’s short drive over and as I pull into the parking lot behind Ty, I can see the red, blue, and white lights of the police cars reflecting off the building and other cars in the lot.  Ty pulls right up to the front and pulls into an empty slot.  I find one a few rows back.  It’s pretty busy for a Wednesday afternoon. Guess everyone wants to get their workout in before they go out drinking green beer tonight.

As I walk toward the building, the nasty smell is prevalent, but not overwhelming.  I cough once or twice, but am fine otherwise.  I can see a few of the cars with damage, be it being hit by the bat or being dowsed with the dog shit.  I shake my head in disbelief that someone or a group of people would be so cruel to others.  But this is the world we live in.

I get close to the building and see Ty is already off to the side with Tommy and they are deep in their conversation.  Cam is off sitting on a bench wearing a bright yellow dry-fit t-shirt and dark green mesh gym shorts.  I walk to him.

“Yooo SoCal,” I draw out. “So, this is how you spend your afternoon off?”  I say very sarcastically and wave around the parking lot. He looks up and gives me an ear-to-ear grin.  I continue, “Always playing the hero.”

He jumps up, gives me a bro-hug and laughs at me.  “Dude, you have no idea.”  His face is alive with emotion and adrenaline.  I see sweat stains under his arms and between his pecs.  He starts flailing his hands around as he tells his story. “I figured I’d get here early, you know, beat the after-work rush, and get an arms workout in,” He casually flexes his 19-inch arms, “Before Ming and I head out to dinner.”  I nod. 

“I was walking across the lot when I heard these bangs or crashes.  Suddenly all these car alarms started going off.”  His bright green eye dance as he speaks and points.  “I couldn’t really see a lot, too many damn SUVs around here, and I’m kind of short.”  I laugh because it’s true.  I glance around and see a good 8 to 10 right off the bat. 

“Next thing I know, I see gym members coming out with their keys, trying to see if it’s their alarm going off and trying to shut them off.”  He pauses and his look turns dark, “Dude, this is where it gets messed up.” I know where this going, but I really want to hear his version.  “The members are in shorts, tank tops…you know how it is.”  I nod. “These kids jump from between some cars holding pails in their hands.  I’m thinking St. Paddy’s prank, green water tossed on some people.  Everyone laughs and goes back to what they were doing.  But no…D-man, no lie, they had pails of dog shit…I mean…come on dude...that’s just messed up.”  I nod in agreement.  “Well, the kids start throwing the stuff at the members.  Quite a few got hit with it.  Then I could start to smell it.  Almost made me gag.”  I shake my head again in disbelief.  “Most of the members ran back inside, but one or two of the younger ones started to chase the kids.  Those kids scattered like teen-age boys at a Sadie Hawkins dance.  I mean they took off.”  He puffs his chest out for the next part.  “Unfortunately, two of them ran in my direction.  I squatted down beside an SUV and when the first one passed, I leapt up and grabbed the second guy. With the force I used pushing off the ground, I body slammed him into the middle of the aisle.” He proudly points to the spot.  “Dude, it felt awesome.  Little kid probably wet his pants when he felt me tackle him.”  He flexes his bicep again and feels the mound of muscle. “Needless to say, his buddy did half a turn to see what happened, then kept running.  The kid on the ground started to wrestle around to try and get free.”

I jokingly interject, “Did you tell him you used to wrestle and could ‘small package’ his ass if he didn’t stop?”  He raises an eyebrow at me and laughs.

“No, but almost.  Kid threw a couple punches at me, but there was nothing behind them, and I had him pinned down.”  Cam calms down a bit, takes a few deep breaths.  His t-shirt, which is a size too small anyway, expands across his large chest.  His nipples pop out.  “Anyway, once I saw his friends had abandoned him, I picked him up, threw him over my shoulder, and carried his ass into the lobby, where Stu was with a bunch of the members.” 

I get a mental picture and giggle.  I make a flat remark, “I bet Ming would like you to do that to him.”

Cam lets loose a belly laugh and comes back, “What makes you think we haven’t done it?”  He quickly wiggles his eyebrows at me. Now it’s my turn to laugh. 

Ty and Tommy come over to us.  Their conversation has ended.  Tommy sticks out his muscled arm and firmly shakes Cam’s hand and says, “Cam, just want to thank you again for catching the one kid.  Wish you hadn’t tackled him, but it is what it is.”  Cam gives Tommy a big ‘SoCal’ smile and shrugs his shoulders.

Ty pats him on the shoulder and says, “I see a bonus in your future Cam.”  Cam’s eyes go wide with excitement. “Just my way of saying thanks.  I think you catching the one kid, could help Tommy track the others down and put an end to their hate crimes.”  I cringe at the phrase, but I guess that’s what the police are charging the kid with. 

Tommy chimes in and says, “That bonus will be in addition to the reward we were offering for the capture of these kids.”  Cam’s eyes get really big and his chest puffs out again.  “Don’t go spending the money yet Cam.  We need to prosecute and convict them first.”  Cam nods and Tommy continues, “But given we have one in custody and we have surveillance footage from the parking lot cameras, it’s just a matter of time before you get the money.”

Cam’s smile lessens a bit and he says, “Too bad we can’t undo the damage they’ve done to everyone here and our friends.”  He waves his hands across the parking lot and the damaged cars. We all nod in agreement.

I see the gym doors open and a couple of officers are leading the kid out.  He looks to be about 18, maybe younger.  Not very large, maybe 5’9”, 140 pounds.  Average build, shaggy blonde hair over dark brown eyes.  I see a basic band tattoo around his skinny left bicep. He’s wearing baggy jeans which are riding low on his hips.  He’s got on a very loose-fitting brown t-shirt.  Given his slight build, it makes sense.  He looks over to us, sees Cam, smiles, blows him a kiss, raises his cuffed hands, and gives him the finger.  Cam takes a step towards him, but Ty grabs his bicep and brings him to a stop.

Tommy sternly says, “Not worth it Cam.” 

Cam turns to him, with a mockingly pleading look in his green eyes.  “Just one hit, pleassseee…”  A wicked smile comes across his face as he flexes his bicep and his t-shirt sleeve stretches to its limit. “I promise I won’t leave any ‘visible’ marks.” He air quotes the last part as he winks at Tommy, who rolls his eyes.

Tommy turns away and says, “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that Cam.”  As he continues to walk away, he says, “Go home to Ming and have a nice dinner.  Tell him I said ‘hi’.”

Cam yells after him, “Will do T-bone.”  I see Tommy just shake his head, knowing he hates when Cam calls him that.  Cam is the only one of us who has the balls to call Tommy by his unpopular nick-name.

The three of us go inside to see if we can help Stu with any of the members.  He’s behind the desk and there is a line of about 10 members waiting, some patiently, some not by the looks on their faces. 

They see Ty walk in and one or two come right over to him.  The first one to him, Mr. Patterson, a 250-pound, 60-year-old business executive, who stands about 6’, and who always has a pleasant attitude. He hooks his arm around Ty’s elbow, turns away from the crowd, and quietly talks to Ty, “Hey Ty, I know none of this is your fault”, he waves to the parking lot and his dirty t-shirt and shorts, “but any chance I can get a couple fresh towels to clean my car off and to take a shower with.  The last thing Elaine needs to see or smell is a dirty towel with this stench on it.”  He crinkles his nose.

Cam is standing right next to them and immediately says, “Mr. Patterson, I’d be happy to help you.  I can get you a couple towels for your shower and will also clean off your car while you’re cleaning up.” Mr. Patterson smiles warmly.  Cam continues, “Did you drive the Infiniti or Land Rover today?”

Mr. Patterson pats Cam on the shoulder and says, “The Land Rover.  It’s an aisle or two back.”  Cam nods and goes to get the towels.  Mr. Patterson looks at Ty and gratefully says, “You need to keep that kid around.” 

Ty nods, smiles, and says, “You’re right Chuck, I do, and I intend to.”

We hear Cam clear his throat.  We turn to see him standing on a chair behind the counter.  He loudly says, “If anyone needs their cars cleaned off, let me know.  I can do it while you clean up in here.”  A couple members clap and call out his name.  Cam looks to Ty who nods in approval. 

Ty turns to me and before he can say anything, I say, “I’ll help him out.” 

He leans over to me, kisses me on the cheek, and says, “Thanks.  I’ll give you your bonus later.”  Mr. Patterson is still standing next to us, hears this, and blushes.  We both smile and wink to each other.

I walk to Cam as the next member comes up to Ty.  It’s Mrs. Brushingberry.  Not as pleasant as Mr. Patterson, so I’m glad I walk off.  I can hear her start into Ty with a shrill tone, “Tyler, I’m not paying good money…”  Her voice fades as I walk to the supply cabinet to get towels.

I come back out with an armful and see Ty is escorting Mrs. B into his office.  Cam is taking down a list of names and cars for us to clean off.  Stu is handling the remaining members. 

After about 5 minutes, we have the list of cars.  I get a couple bucket of water and we head out.  There are 8 cars we need to clean off.  We decide to do them as a team. 

We get through the cars in about 30 minutes.  Most just have a small amount of stuff on them.  Two or three really got hit.  As we finish and head back into the building, Mr. Patterson is walking out.  He’s showered and looks better than before.  He walks up to us, pulls out his wallet, and tries to give us each twenty dollars.  We initially refuse, but he insists.  We look at each other, nod, and accept the money. 

As we head in, everything seems to be back to normal.  No one is in the lobby and Stu seems more relaxed. 

Cam looks at me and says, “Well, I guess cleaning the cars was my workout for the day.”  He flexes his biceps and puffs out his chest.  “Got a half decent leg workout in too, with all the squatting out there.”  I crack half a smile.  He pats me on the shoulder and heads to the locker room to get cleaned up before heading out.

I walk back to Ty’s office.  I knock on the door as I enter.  He’s sitting on the sofa against the side wall and just staring out the window on the other side of the room.  His face is blank. He sees me enter and a slight smile comes across his face.  He reaches his left hand out to me.  I take it as he pulls me to him, and into his lap.  I put my arm around his shoulder and we kiss gently.  He runs his hand up and down my back.  It feels nice.  I sigh and lean down toward his body. 

“What a day.” He says quietly.  I hum in agreement. “I hope this is the end of it.”  I nod.  “But something tells me it’s not.”

I pull back a bit and ask, “Why?”

He pauses, looks at me, then out the window.  He slowly says, “I just have a feeling these kids are in this for the long haul.”  I stare into his clouded brown eyes.  “When we had the first incident with them last summer, Tommy told me they were trouble.  He advised we stay from them if possible.”

“But they are the ones coming after us…”  I trail off knowing it doesn’t matter.  The fuse has been lit, the line in the sand has been crossed.  “Tommy knows they know where we all live, given the attacks at Eddie’s, Cam’s, and Jay’s places.  Is there nothing he can do now?  I mean, he’s arrested one of them.  Can’t he round up the others?”

Ty sighs.  “I spoke to Tommy while you and Cam were outside cleaning off the cars.  Thank you for that by the way.”  He leans up and kisses me again. “But the kid is not talking and just wants his parents or a lawyer.”  I groan. “He will probably make bail either tonight or tomorrow.”  I frown at the prospect of that kid back on the streets to do more damage. 

I hesitantly say, “Should we let Cam know?”  Now Ty groans.  “You know those kids are going to his place first, for revenge.”  He nods.  “And Cam is fired up as it is.  If he sees one of them around his place, there’s not going to be anyone there to stop him from going after them.  Not even Paulo.  Heck, I’d be surprised if Paulo didn’t join in.”

“I’d say, don’t think like that, but deep down, I know you’re right.”  He starts to get up.  I jump off his lap and pull him into a hug.  He squeezes back and I feel his head on top of mine. He walks to his desk, picks up his cell phone, searches for a number, then dials.  He looks over to me with a sad look in his eyes and just nods.  I walk to him and hug him from his side.  I rub his back as I hear Tommy’s voice.

“Hey Tommy,” Ty says in a somber tone.  He puts the phone on his desk and puts it on speaker. “Sorry to call you so soon after you left and after we just spoke.” I put my hand on his shoulder.  He says, “Davey and I were talking and we think we may have a new issue.”

“Not a problem Ty, the kids aren’t back, are they?”  He sounds anxious.

“No.”

“Ok, What’s on your mind?”

“They know where we all live…and with Cam taking one of them down pretty hard today, um, they may be up for some revenge.”  He shakes his head.

“Yeah, I thought about that on my way back to the station.”

“I hate to ask, given your men have enough on their plates tonight, of all nights, but could they swing by our places, just to discourage the kids from doing anything?”  I can hear Ty almost begging, but not quite.

Tommy is silent for a few seconds, most likely rubbing his eyes with the heals of his hands.

“Tommy, I wouldn’t ask, but we know how Cam can get…and with Paulo in the condo with him and Ming…”  He trails off.  “And I’m sure Cam has already texted the twins about what happened, so Eddie knows too.  That means Jay and Max know.”

We can hear Tommy sigh into the phone.  He quietly says, “You know…I hate it when you are right.  I will see what I can do.”  Ty exhales deeply.  Tommy then sternly says, “Tyler…David…If Cameron” I think ‘full names’, this is serious, “is still there, you put the fear of God into him so he doesn’t decide to do something stupid.” Ty looks up to me and cracks a smile.  “If he does something stupid, and someone gets hurt, he will be on babysitting duty for Scotty for a month.”  We smile at each other knowing Tommy’s 2-year-old son Scotty can run any calm person ragged.  For someone like Cam, it’ll be hell on earth.

Ty’s mood improves and he happily relies, “Will do buddy.  I really appreciate this.”

“Yeah, yeah.  Stay out of trouble. Talk to you tomorrow to tie up the loose ends.”  He clicks off.

Ty leans back, smiles to himself and click his office phone.  Stu picks up.  “Yeah Ty, what’s up?”

“Stu, can you track down Cam.  He should still be here.  I need to see him before he leaves.”

“Will do.”  He clicks off.  We hear the gym PA system click on.  Stu’s smooth voice comes on, “Cam to the front desk please.  Cam to the front desk.”

I slide onto the edge of the desk, run my hand through Ty’s scruffy facial hair, and sarcastically say, “This will be fun.  Do I have time to make some popcorn?”

Ty dryly says, “Not helping, sexy.”  I lean over and kiss his head.  “Still not helping.”

A few minutes later there is a knock at the door and Cam comes in.  “You wanted to see me boss.”  He’s looking at me, but knows it’s Ty who wants him.  I roll my eyes and nod to Ty.  Cam is in a new bright blue dry-fit t-shirt and a pair of beige cargo pants. 

Ty points Cam to a chair in front of his desk.  Cam’s smile fades.  He now knows it is serious.  He sits and looks right into Ty’s eyes.  Ty stares right back at him.  He leads off, “Cam, I want to say thank you again for everything you did today, from catching the kid, to cleaning off the members cars.  It means a lot to me.” Cam nods, knowing there is more to come.  Ty doesn’t hold back because he respects Cam too much.  “I spoke with Tommy a few minutes ago.  We may have a new issue because of your actions.” 

Cam rolls his eyes and angerly says, “His friends won’t be happy with me.”

Ty nods.  “There are a lot of them.  We think they may show up at one or more of our places at some point and get some revenge.”

“Let them try.” Cam says with quiet fury. Ty raises a finger and points it at him. “What?” Cam says in an angry tone.  “They started this.”  He spreads his hands around the room.

“We all know that, but.”

He interrupts, “No.  No buts about it.”  There is frustration in his voice. He starts to stand.

“Cam.” Ty says forcefully and stares him right in the eyes.  Cam quiets down and sits back down. He looks at me for help, but I stay neutral.

Ty gently says, “As a friend, I’m asking you…Tommy is asking you…If you see them around your place, just call the police.  Tommy will have cars in the area, trying to keep an eye out to make sure nothing happens.”  Cam face darkens. “They will be there as quickly as possible.  Just get the make, model, and license plate number of any of the cars.” 

He closes his eyes, leans back in the chair, runs his hands through his still damp bleach blonde hair, and sighs.  He flexes his biceps and takes a few deep breaths, expanding his t-shirt to its limits. With his eyes still closed, he grumbles, “Ok.  For you, I’ll behave.”

Ty quietly says, “Thank you.”  I see him relax.  He gets back to business.  “Now, who have you told about your exploits today?”  Cam opens his eyes and smiles his smooth SoCal smile.  “I guess that means all members of the Little Guys Club know?”  Cam nods yes.  “Fine.  Water over the dam.”  I smile as well.  “We need to contact them and let them know what’s up and that cops will be in the area around each of our places.”  He points to Cam, smiles, and joyfully says, “You get to call Eddie and tell him he’s under house arrest for the night.”

Cam bolts upright, “What?  Why me?” Ty just raises an eyebrow at him. “Fine.  I’ll just call one of the twins.  They can tell him.”

“Oh no you don’t.  You will call Eddie.  You will call him here and now.” Ty’s face has a look that there is no more discussion on the topic.  He glances at me and asks, “Can you call Jay or Max?”  I nod and walk to the sofa to get my phone. 

Cam dials Eddie and I can hear him pick up.  Cam starts to talk and explain the situation.  I hear Eddie getting louder with anger in his voice.  Ty waves his hand to Cam, asking for the phone.  He gets on and says, “Eddie, don’t fuck around with these kids. Got it?”  I can hear him still grumbling.  Ty continues, pointing at Cam at the same time, “If you or Cam do something stupid, Tommy says you’ll be babysitting Scotty for a month as punishment.”  Both Cam and Eddie start to protest, knowing exactly what that means. 

I smile from my front row seat.  Ty looks over and I pretend to put some popcorn in my mouth.  He sees this and smiles for a half second.  It disappears as he puts an end to the discussion, “Gentlemen.” He says rather loudly, “If you cannot restrain yourselves, babysitting Scotty will be the least of your problems, understand?”  Cam immediately nods.  “Eddie?” I hear an expletive from him, then it would seem he disconnects the line.  Ty looks at the phone, confirming my feeling.  He smiles and hands it back to Cam.

I pick up my phone and dial Jay.  As I do, Ty nods for me to leave the room.  He wants to have a private conversation with Cam, and I get it.  I walk out to the lobby and shut the door behind me.  Jay picks up after a few rings. 

He says, “Hey Davey, didn’t think I’d hear from you today?”  I smile inwardly.  No secrets among this group of friends. 

“Funny, big guy, funny.  Do you have a minute?”  He says yes and I quickly explain the situation. 

“Ok, I’ll let Max know when he gets back from the store.”

“Cool.  Tommy will be grateful.”  We ring off.  I sit in a chair and pick up a magazine.  A few minutes later, Cam emerges from the office.  Ty is right behind him.  They’re chatting and laughing, so everything is smoothed over.

“D-man, I’m out of here.  Mingster is waiting for me.  He’s got some new Mango flavored lube he wants to try out.”  I scrunch my face and think ‘TMI’.  Cam sees my reaction and let’s loose a belly laugh.  He walks over and gives me a bro-hug.

“Ok, SoCal.  I’ll talk to you in a day or so.  Be good.”

“That’s no fun.”  He laughs and walks out. 

Ty looks at his phone and checks the time.  I check mine and see it’s 6.  God time flew by.  I roll my eyes and yawn.  Ty takes the two steps to me and pulls me into another hug.  He leans down and whispers in my ear, “I’m recharged, you?”  He laps at my earlobe with his warm wet tongue.  I start to get hard.  He casually grabs my crotch and gives me a squeeze.  He coos, “Just as I thought.  I’ll meet you at home.”  He releases my crotch, moves away from me, and walks out the door into the encroaching twilight.

Stu, who has watched the entire scene, coughs, pulling me out of my trance.  He pointblank says, “Um, if a big, sexy muscle man just squeezed my junk and licked my ear, I wouldn’t be standing still watching his sexy ass walk across the parking lot.”  I turn to him.  “Go after your man, Davey.   Enjoy the rest of your St. Patrick’s Day.”  He cocks an eyebrow at me.

I smile broadly, laugh, and quickly say, “See you later Stu.”  I hear him laugh as well as I run out the doors.

[Psuace]

Part 8, Paulo meet Kyle

 

Cam and I are hosting the current meeting of the “Little Guy’s club” and it’s a full house.  Guessing the ‘Big Guys’ are meeting up as both Ian and Colin are here, and Paulo is out.  After the St. Patrick’s day’s commotion, everyone is staying vigilant by watching their backs and keeping the cops on alert of any suspicious activity around our condos.

The bonus Ty generously gave Cam was enough to buy food and drinks for tonight with a little left-over for us to order a new toy or two for our fun room.   I suggested a new flavor of lube and Cam found an obscenely shaped dildo online, which he thought would be fun. 

The conversation is flowing, snacks are getting eaten, and secrets are being spilled. Not that we have too many secrets between us, but every once in a while, something pops up.

Max and I are in the kitchen area refilling the vegetable platter and we’re talking about wedding plans.  I know he has a love/hate relationship talking about the wedding, but this is why we get together.  It allows us to get stuff off our chests without fear of being judged, too much.

He says with exasperation in his voice, “Ming, I love my Jay, but why do I always have to be the neat one?”  I roll my eyes in my head and think to myself, ‘because you have OCD like I do.’  I let out a soft chuckle and he continues, “I mean, today, we’re trying to get a preliminary seating chart done and every time we decide to move someone, Jay crumbles up the paper and tosses it on the floor.”  I just look at him, encouraging him to let it out.  “Also!” he pokes me in the chest, “he starts eating his protein bar without using a napkin or a plate.”

He takes a breath and I interject saying flatly, “The animal, you’d think he grew up in a cave or something.”  Max stares at me, then cracks the barest of smiles.  “Max, take a deep breath.  The wedding is just two months away.  Remember, this is going to be where you show the world your love for each other, not the fact you have OCD and Jay is not the neatest person out there.” 

He smiles. “I know.”  He closes his eyes and takes a deep inhale.  As he lets it out, he opens them and winks at me.  “Now, if we could just find someone to officiate the ceremony.”  He frowns and shakes his head.

“Wait, what? You need someone to officiate your ceremony?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and he nods.  “Why didn’t you say something before?”  He looks at me questioningly. “I may have the perfect person.” I say with a big smile on my face.

I quickly grab my phone and send a text out.  It’s Friday night so I know he is working, but he’ll respond when he gets a chance.  I hook Max’s elbow, pick up the platter, head back into the living room.  “Once he responds, I’ll let you know.”  I wink to him with a sly smile.

The night continues.  More drinks are drunk, snacks are eaten, and tongues become looser.  

Colin and Ian almost get into a fight, again.  I missed the impetus, but next thing I know, chairs are being moved and the dining room table is cleared off. 

Ian has a steely eyed look and is pointing at Colin and I hear him growl, “Just because you’re two minutes older doesn’t make you the boss of me, C.”

“Yeah, well, somebody has to look after you,” He jabs a finger into Ian’s muscled chest.  “To keep your ass out of trouble.”  I think to myself, here we go again.  “Next time, maybe I won’t bail you out when you fuck up at work.”  Ian rolls his eyes.  Colin squeezes his left hand into a fist, shakes at him, and in a raised voice says, “Roll your eyes again, and you’ll be looking at me from the back of your head.”  I stifle a laugh.  They’re good.

“Yeah...Ok...”  Here it comes, wait for it.  Ian sneers and barks, “DAD!”  Boom!  Nailed him.  Burn.  I glance at the others.  Cam is smiling like there’s no tomorrow.  Davey and Max are just standing there, each ready to grab one of the twins before they actually start throwing punches. 

I toss a pretzel in my mouth and casually say, “You kids done pissing on my carpet yet?”  They turn to me; both their faces are flushed and they’re breathing heavily.  I raise an eyebrow.  “Eddie may get off on watching you two argue over nothing, but not in my house, ok?”  Ian starts to say something but I cut him off with a look. “Don’t care how it started, it ends right here, right now.”  I say jabbing my left index finger into the palm of my right hand. Now for the kicker, “I’d say kiss and make up, but we all know you two can’t stop at just a kiss.”  Cam lets loose a belly laugh.  Max and Davey start to giggle, as do I, to myself.  Colin stifles a laugh and turns away.  Ian still fuming walks past me to the kitchen, bumping me as he goes. 

I let it pass.  Cam does not. He starts toward Ian with his chest puffed out, but I grab his bicep.  He looks at me with concern.  I placate him, “It’s fine.  He’s upset.  Once he calms down, he’ll apologize.”  Cam still looks at Ian’s back and I know he wants to say something to him.  I pat him on the chest and pull him back to the others.  We get the room back in order and we sit down again. 

Ian is still in the kitchen, looking out the window at the stars on this clear early April night.

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket.  It buzzes a second time.  I pull it out, figuring two messages from the same person.  Not this time.  Messages from two different people.  Paulo says he’s on his way home.  The other one, is from Kyle.  He asks, ‘Can we meet up to discuss your request?  Can you stop by the bar at some point?’  I text him back and ask, ‘Is tomorrow ok, say around dinner?’  I smile and hit send. 

Cam leans over, kisses me on the cheek, and quietly asks, “Who was that?” 

I kiss him back and say, “Paulo is on his way home.  And,” I’m not sure how he’ll react to this, “I asked Kyle if he would be interested in officiating Jay and Max’s wedding.” I pause and look at Cam. 

He smiles warmly and says, “That’s very nice of you.”

Time to drop the other shoe.  “He wants to meet up to talk about it.  I suggested tomorrow around dinner.  I figure we can make it a group thing…You, me, Jay and Max.”  He nods ok and kisses me again.

“You’re a wonderful friend, you know that?”

“Only because you tell me.”  I say with a bit of sarcasm.

Saturday morning. 

I’m up relatively early, around 9:30.  Writing up my ‘to-do’ list.  I’ll have a full plate today.  Clean up from last night, gym, lunch, call mom and my brother, then out to dinner. 

Paulo wanders in from his room.  He’s shirtless and all muscle.  6’1”, 230-pounds of Grade-A beef with a year-round tan.  Chest, abs, and bi’s all pumped even though he hasn’t been to the gym yet. His dark blue terry cloth PJ bottoms are hanging a bit low in the front and his goodie trail is visible below his six pack, as well as the beginnings of his shaved pubes.  I can talk about him like that as he is our roommate. 

He rubs his eyes and sleepily says, “Morning MJ.”  His way of abbreviating my full name, Jiao-Long Ming.  Yeah, I know he has the letters mixed up, but it works for me, so I let it go. 

“Hey.  How was the ‘Big guy’ meeting last night?”  I ask looking over to him as he gets a cup of coffee for himself.  His ass is looking good.  I can see his crack between his muscular glutes.  As he starts to turn around, I glance back down at my list.

“Oh, you know, the usual.  Eddie almost got into another fight.  Jay went on about the wedding plans.”  He rolls his eyes at that one.  “Ty and I just sat there like good friends and took it all in.”

“Yeah, Max was the same way last night.  I had to talk back from the edge once or twice.”  We both laugh softly.  “Ian and Colin had another argument.”  Paulo looks over the rim of his cup at me with questioning eyes.  “I don’t know how it started, or what it was about, but I put an end to it pretty quickly.”  He chuckles.  “Ian was pretty sore for the rest of the night.  But as he was leaving, he did apologize for bumping me.”  Now Paulo looks at me with concern.  I wave it off, “After I told them to end it, he walked past me and just bumped me to let know he was upset.”  Paulo taps his finger against his mug and I can see he’s a bit perturbed.  “Honestly Paulo, I knew he was upset and that he’d better by the end of the night, so it’s no big deal.”

He rolls his eyes at me and says, “Dude, you’re too nice.”  I blush.  “Next time he does that, you need to bump his ass into next week.”  Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes.  He sees this and calmly says, “MJ, it’s your call, but if I see him disrespect you like that, he’s going to be picking his bruised ass up off the floor.”

Cam walks in wearing his gym shorts and no shirt.  He’s yawning and scratching his right pec.  He hears this last part and asks, “Who going to have a bruised ass?” He walks over to Paulo and grabs a mug for his morning orange juice. 

“MJ just told me that Ian hip checked him last night.”  Cam nods.  Paulo’s eyes go wide and he exasperatedly says, “And you didn’t do anything?”

Cam nods no, looks over at me, and says to Paulo, “Ming is a big boy.  I was going to have words with Ian, but he,” Cam nods to me, “wanted to let it go, so I did.”  He looks at me and winks.  I wink back. He looks back at Paulo and says, “I’m sure if he wanted to get into with Ian, he would have.  Then I would have been the one holding him back.”

I’ve heard enough fawning over me and sarcastically say, “If my two big brothers are done talking about me, I have things to do, starting with cleaning this place up.”  They both turn away from me and put their mugs up to their faces.  I sternly say, “You can ignore me if you like, but we’re all doing the cleaning.  You can either ask me what needs to be done or I can make out a list.”  I hear them both groan and I smile to myself.  I think, ‘See, I can be bossy when I have to be.’

We get done after an hour and half.  I inspect their work, much to their chagrin, but just to keep them on their toes.  I know they did good work, but if I let up, they’ll start slacking. 

We drive to the gym together.  Paulo does his own thing once we get there.  Max and Jay are there, of course.  Both say they are trying to lose those last few pounds so they’ll fit into their tuxes for the wedding.  My guess, which I’ve only shared with Cam, is that they’re trying to look their best for the honeymoon.

After an hour or so at the gym, we head home for lunch.  Salads for everyone.  Paulo makes a mean Caesar salad with grilled, blackened salmon.  I savor every bite.  Cam on the other hand, is shoveling it into his face like there is no tomorrow.  He’s done in about 2 minutes and is looking around wondering why we’re taking so long.  I roll my eyes at him.  He heads to the playroom to check on a few things, leaving Paulo and me to finish our salads in peace.

I ask, “What you are up to for the rest of the day?”

“Not much.  I’ve got some shows to watch on my firestick, then maybe finish the John Sanford book I’m reading.”

“Ok, so nothing.”  I jokingly say.

He laughs and nods in agreement.

“Want to come out with us tonight?”  He cocks an eyebrow at me.  “It’s just Jay, Max, Cam, and myself.  We’re going to see my buddy, Kyle.”  He nods remembering that I’ve mentioned him, but has never met him.  “Jay and Max need someone to officiate the wedding and Kyle has his license, so I asked him.  He just wants to meet up and discuss it.”

Paulo looks off into the distance for a minute, getting his thoughts together.  “I guess I could come out, as long as I’m not intruding.”

“Dude, you’re one of us now, you’re never intruding.”  He smiles and nods ok.  “Ok, we’re heading out around 6.  The bar doesn’t have the ‘healthiest’ food, so be prepared.”  He laughs ok. 

We finish our salads. I ask if he needs help cleaning up and he says no. 

I head to the living room and call my mom.  I’m surprised when my dad answers.  He never does.  We start talking in Chinese, as he is more comfortable with it.  I ask, “Where’s mother?”

“Your mother is out watering the flowers.  She left her phone on the table in the sunroom.”  My family lives in the burbs of Philly, just west of the city in an old stone home with a couple acres of land.  It’s a really nice house in a good neighborhood.  My younger brother is still in college.  He’s 6 years younger than I am and has a year left.  With Covid, he’s been at home most of the semester.  I know he’d rather be at school, either in class or in his apartment, but my parents are very protective of him and insisted he live at home for this last term.  “Is it acceptable for me to speak to you?”  I can hear the hint of cynicism in his tone.

“Yes, baba, it is acceptable for you to speak to me.”  I give it right back to him.  I hear him chuckle softly.

“How are you and Cam doing?  Are you staying safe?”  There is concern in his voice.

I hesitate to tell him we still lead fairly normal lives, as I do not want him or my mother to worry.  “We are fine.”  I answer in as few words as possible, but putting his mind at ease.  “How is Yat-sen?  He will not respond to my texts or emails.”

“Oh, you know, always busy with schoolwork.  He’s claimed the basement as his private dorm room.  He only comes out for food or to ask for money.”  I can hear the grumpiness in his voice at the situation.

“Baba, I was not much better.  The only difference is, I did it from my actual dorm room at Ursinus.”

He lets loose a loud chuckle and says, “Ming, don’t remind me.”  He stifles another laugh and says, “At least you were pleasant when you asked for food or money.  Yat-sen just demands it.”  His voice grows weary, “Two months, then he starts his summer internship.  I am happy he has found a job.”  I sigh knowing Yat-sen will need to work in an office for his job, and not be at home, bothering baba and mother.

“That is good to hear baba.”

We speak for another 5 minutes, covering a variety of topics.  I hear mother walk in and ask who is on the phone.  Baba responds, “You’re first born.  I believe he would like to speak with you.”  Then to me he says, “That is if you have grown weary of speaking to your Baba?”

I flatly say, “Baba, I’m always happy to speak to you.”  He grunts in reply and I hear him hand the phone off.

“Jiao-Long Ming.  How is my first born doing today?”

“Fine mother.  How are you?  Baba was in a talkative mood today.  Is he ok?”  Mother knows my sense of humor, since I got it from her. 

“He is agitated with Yat-sen, that is all.”  I can hear the irritation in her voice too.  Yat-sen must be on a tear. 

“Would you like me to stop by at some point and talk with him?  Maybe he just misses his older brother?”  I’m leading her and she knows it.

“Funny Jiao-Long Ming, funny.”  It’s her turn to sigh.  She turns serious for a minute.  “If you could stop by, perhaps he would listen to you.”

“Ok.  I’ll stop over one night for dinner.  Check your schedules and let me know which night would work best.”

“Thank you.”

We speak for another ten minutes and she says, “I’ve taken enough of your time.  I will let you get back to your Saturday.  I’m sure you have things to do other than speak to an old, doddering woman.”

“I always have time for you and Baba.”  She laughs.  “I’ll be in touch about dinner.” 

We hang up.  I roll my head onto the back of the sofa and stretch my neck.  I need to smack my brother around some, again.  I look forward and see a shirtless Cam staring at me with a hand behind his back, a wicked smile on his face, and his shorts pulled down a few inches too low, revealing the top of his shaved pubes.  I glance around the room for Paulo.  Cam walks to me and quietly says, “He’s in his room.”  He stands right in front of me and I can smell his body lotion. I take a deep breath and put my hands on his shorts and pull him a bit closer.  He leans over and kisses me. 

I start to grow, as does he.  He puts his free hand under my armpit and coaxes me off the sofa.  We embrace.  We kiss.  It becomes more urgent.  His free hand cups my ass and squeezes.  I moan into his mouth.  He giggles, then brings his other hand into view. We break our kiss. He’s holding the glass dildo.  I recognize it as the one we keep in the freezer.  I smile and so does he.  I grind into him and put my hands on his ass and keep our bodies together.  I coyly ask, “For my pleasure, or yours?”

He wiggles his eyebrows, not giving anything away.

We make our way to the bedroom and shut the door.

We emerge two hours later, both flushed, sweaty, and content.  Turns out, it was for both of us. 

As I wander to the kitchen, Cam is right behind me, his fingers lightly caressing my bare back and neck.  I grab two glasses, fill them with ice, then water.  As I hand one to him, he moves closer and kisses me again.  His gym shorts are still partially tented, letting me know he’s ready for the next round.  My muscle surfer man, always ready for action.  I take my free hand, move it between us, bat his unit, and smile.  He pushes his hips forward and whispers, “I’m ready for another round when you are, sexy.”

I glance at the microwave clock, see it’s 4:30, and say, “Sorry muscles, round three after we get back from the bar.”  He gives me a pouty face.  I kiss him, tug his unit, and walk away.  I hear him groan.

I grab my phone and see a text from Max asking if we’re still good for 6.  I text back ‘yes’.  I walk down the hall to Paulo’s door and softly knock.  There’s no answer. I guess he’s sleeping.  He’s the least ‘high-maintenance’ of us, so it won’t take him long to get ready.  I’ll let him be. 

I shower, locking Cam out of the bathroom, so he cannot try to seduce me and have more fun.  When I finish, I let him in.  He pouts again seeing I’m dressed and ready to go.

I go knock on Paulo’s door and hear him get off his bed.  He opens the door and I see he’s ready to go too.  He’s looking sexy in a white polo and khaki shorts.  It looks like he took one of my polos.  The shirt is a second skin, stretched on his 6’1” frame.  Arms are bulging, abs tight and visible.  His bulbous ass is filling out the shorts.  He notices me checking him out.  He does a slight turn and clenches his glutes.  I snap out of it and blush.  He smiles and says,” Hope I’m not over-dressed.”

I glance away and say, “You’re fine.”  I look back and he’s smiling at me.  “Cam will be another 15 minutes.  You know how he is…”  Paulo grins and nods.  We walk to the living room, sit, and wait.  I ask, “Do you want to ride over with us?  Parking may be tight in the city this time of the night.”

He cheerfully responds, “Sounds like a plan.”  He cocks an eye at me and asks, “Any good eye candy at this bar?”

I respond, “Well, it is where I met Cam, so…the talent isn’t too bad.”  I give him an ear-to-ear grin and he laughs.  We continue to talk and soon Cam appears, tucking his dark red shirt into his Lee jeans.  Cowboy boots, big buckle, baseball hat, sun glasses.  How does this guy do it in record time?  I shake my head to myself. 

He cheerfully asks, “You kids ready to go and make some wedding plans?”  He snatches the keys to his 2015 gray Ford Fusion hybrid and walks to the front door. 

We head out. It takes us about 15 minutes to get to the bar and another 10 to find parking.

As we walk to the bar, the sun just starts to set behind the city skyline.  It’s crisp clear April night.  Temperatures in the mid-sixties.  I see the bar on the next block and see Max’s 2018 black Volvo S60 a few spots from the door.  How does he do it?  Every time we go out, he always gets the prime parking spots.  I shake my head as we get to the door.

 

Change in perspective from Ming to Kyle.

 

The doors to the bar open and I glance over.  I see Jay and Max walk in.  Jay’s looking bigger than last time I saw him.  I’d think he’s getting ready for another contest, but it must be for the wedding.  He’s wearing bagging blue carpenter pants and a loose fitting 2XL dark blue t-shirt with a Tardis on it.  I doubt anyone has the balls to look at his 6’3” body, covered in muscles, and call him a geek to his face.  Max is right beside him in a plain green t-shirt.  He’s looking good as well.  Looks like he’s added some muscle too. 

They see me at the bar and walk over.  It’s pretty crowded now that quite a few of the Covid restrictions have been eased. 

“Hey guys, what’s up?” I ask over the din of the background music.  Jay extends his hand, we shake, and I can feel the strength in his grip.  I don’t fight it or try to match it. Max and I fist bump.  “What’ll you guys have?”

Jay says, in his deep voice, “Water for me, for now.”  I nod.

Max says, “Any Summer Shandy’s yet?”  I nod yes and turn to get their drinks. 

I turn back and set their drinks on the bar.  I ask, “How are the wedding plans going?”  I immediately regret it.  Jay takes a long drink from his glass and Max’s eyes glaze over.  I look at Jay and say, “Ok…moving on…Are you looking to compete in another contest soon?” 

Jay smiles at me with gratitude. “There is one in late August.  Depending on how the summer goes with Covid, I am planning on competing.”

“You look contest ready now.” I say with admiration.  “You never look like you have an ounce of fat on you.”  He blushes, which is funny for a 265-pound gorilla of a man.  He takes another sip to hid his embarrassment.  “I saw highlights of your first contest.  You looked great.  Max, did you help with the choreographing?”  He nods yes.  “I loved the music.  “Natural” by ‘Imagine Dragons’ was a great choice.”

Max asks, “How about you, Kyle?  You’re no slouch either.  You been putting on muscle?” He gives me the once over.  I smile and involuntarily flex my arm.  Both Max and Jay smile in admiration. 

“Yeah, all the garage work-outs are finally paying off.  I’m up to about 215-pounds, most in muscle. I found a new workout routine and have slowly made gains.”  They both nod.  I puff my chest out I can feel my chest stretching the black polo work shirt.  It feels nice.

I glance at the door and see Ming and Cam are walking in.  I mutter, “Holy fucking Christ, who is that stud behind Ming and Cam?  I wouldn’t mind wrestling him for the top bunk.” I wink at Max who turns, sees the guys walk in and starts to laugh.

I have a feeling I’ve just put my foot into it.  Max turns back to me and says, “That ‘stud’, as you so accurately called him.” 

Jay interjects, “Hey!”

Max rubs his thigh and placates him by saying, “Don’t worry, you’ll always be my stud.”  Jay smiles.  “That ‘stud’, over there, is Paulo.  He is Cam and Ming’s roommate.”

“Ming had mentioned someone moving in with them after all the shit went down.  I didn’t realize it would be someone, so…”  I trail off as they approach the bar.  Paulo looks over to me and we make eye contact.  He does a quick once over.  I suck in my gut, which inflates my chest a bit.  He smiles, so do I. 

Ming introduces us and I wipe my hand before sticking it across the bar for him to shake.  His grip is firm and strong, just like the rest of him, I hope.  I give a tentative squeeze back and he smiles.  We break the shake and I quickly ask, “Ok, what is everyone having?” 

Ming goes for a Kolsch, Cam gets a Lager, and Paulo says with a slight Spanish accent, “You in a frosted mug.” 

I stare at him, trying to make sure I heard him right.  He sees my hesitation and repeats his request, “Cervaza, beer, I don’t care what kind, in a frosted mug, if you have them.”

I think, ‘fuck my life. I need to get a grip.’  I compose myself and say, “Coming right up.”  I smile and turn to get the beers.  Dart, the other bartender, sees my smile and winks at me.  I guess I’m that obvious.

As I put the drinks back on the bar, I pull a few menus out for them to look at.  I hesitantly say, “Not the healthiest food on the planet, but some of it is pretty decent.”  Everyone smiles and they look them over.  I wander off to help some other patrons.  A few minutes later Ming catches my eye and waves me over.  I grab a pencil and notepad.  They place their order, Nachos with chicken, no gauc or sour cream, an order of hot wings with extra celery, no bleu cheese, and an order of poppers.  I repeat it back and they nod. 

As I place the order, I scan their glasses and see a few need refills.  I point to them and they all nod yes.  I look to Jay and gesture if he wants more water.  He sighs and says he’ll take a Lager.  They continue to chat with each other.  I catch bits and pieces of the conversations. 

I wander off again, but when I glance back, I see Paulo watching me.  He doesn’t turn away like most people do when they get caught.  I wink to him and he lifts his glass to me and nods.  I smile as I turn away.  Definitely something going on here. 

Dart comes over to me as I’m washing some glasses.  He says, “Fuck, that guy is stacked.”  I nod trying to not smile.  “I wonder if he’d give me a second look.”  I stop washing the glass in my hand and turn to him.  He pats me on the back and jokingly says, “Dude, stop making eyes at him.  It’s obvious to everyone here, including him, you want to jump his body.” I blush.  “Get your ass over there and make nice and see if he’s interested.  My guess is, he is.”  He pats my back again and takes the glass out of my hand.  “I think it’s your break time.”  I look at him blankly.  “Ok, do I need to be more direct and put your hand in his?”  He smiles again and pushes me away from the sink. 

I quickly wash and dry my hands and head over to the group.  Their food has arrived and I grab some more napkins and utensils for them.  “Everyone ok?”  They nod yes.  “Is now a good time to talk about the wedding and my part in it?”

Ming speaks up. “Yeah Kyle, now would be great.”  He glances at Max and Jay and they nod. 

“Ok, how about the three of us go back into the office and talk where it’s a bit quieter.”  They nod, toss some food on a plate, and we head off.  As I round the bar, Paulo looks at me again and I can tell he’s checking out my ass.

We enter the office and as I shut the door, I say, “I’ll do it.  Just need to know when.”  Max and Jay look confused. 

Jay slowly stammers, “Ok…but…price, and what we want, and what you actually do? 

I confidently say, “Price is a flat $250.  I’m just going to do what you tell me to do.  I can do it all, religious readings, vows, funny stories, serious stuff, or let you guys say your own vows and then I do the legal stuff.”  They both still look a bit confused.  “I get it.  Most people think there’s a lot to it.  There really isn’t.  Hell, I could marry you here and now if you had your marriage license.”  I see them relax a bit.

Max looks over to Jay, who nods to him.  Max says, “Ok, you’re hired.  I’ll send you the details as to what we’d like, ceremony wise, but we’re planning on Saturday June 26^th in Chadds Ford and the Brandywine River Museum.”

“Been there a few times. Great venue and awesome views.”  I smile to them.  I pull out my phone, check the date and see nothing is planned yet.  I enter them on the date and save it.

Jay adds, “Feel free to bring a date too.”  I gulp.  He sees it and quickly says, “Or come stag.  Up to you.  If you have a ‘plus one’, they’re welcome.”

I shyly say, “Currently single, but I am looking.”  They both nod in understanding.  They look at me with a knowing look on their faces. I take the bull by the horns, “Ok, fine.  What’s Paulo’s deal?” 

Max starts to laugh.  “About time!”  I turn three shades of red. “Kyle, he’s been staring at you ever since you shook hands.”  Jay smiles.  “He also keeps asking Ming what your deal is.  You know Ming.” I nod and roll my eyes.  “Not that he’s trying to play match maker, but…” 

I think to myself, ‘oh boy.’ 

Max gets up and heads to the door.  Jay and I get up as well; guessing the meeting is done.  Max points to the chairs and says, “Sit, both of you.  I’ll be right back.”  There is a finality in his tone.  We sit in unison. 

The door shuts, and I ask Jay, “Do I want to know what is about to happen? 

Jay quietly says, “Maybe?  I know my fiancé pretty well.  You may want to call it an evening.”  I look at him with a puzzled face.  “Let’s just say, when that door opens again, Max will not be the only one standing there.”

I mutter, “Oh fuck.” Jay laughs.  I get up and look in the small wall mirror and make sure there is no food in my teeth and that my hair is halfway decent.  I brush a few orange strands back into place.  Jay is still laughing.  I blow my breath into my hand and sniff.  I pull some gum out of a desk drawer and pop it in my mouth. 

Next thing I know the door opens, not even a knock.  Max comes in and right behind him is Paulo.  He’s got a semi-confused look on his face.  Max looks at Jay and jerks his head indicating it’s time for them to go.  Jay gets up, pats me on the shoulder and walks out.  He pats Paulo the same way. 

The door shuts. 

We’re alone.  Time seems to come to a stand-still and the office temperature has risen 10 degrees.

I stare at him, and him at me.  I think I can hear my heart beating in my chest, or maybe it’s his. 

God he’s perfect.  Tall, muscular, handsome.  I mean, his white polo is a second skin on him.  His biceps must be 20 to 22 inches and are stretching the sleeves to their limits, and he’s not even flexing.  His pecs are heavy with muscle and bulge out of his chest.  I can see his pert nipples poking thru the thin white fabric. I feel my rod stir just at the thought of his arms holding me. His khakis are tight around his waist and loose around his quads. I have a nice view of his heavily muscles calves.  Here’s a guy who doesn’t miss leg day. 

My eyes roam back up his body and his pearl whites are beaming thru his perfect smile.  His brown hair is perfectly combed over to the side and I get a whiff of his aftershave.  I feel like a slob standing opposite of him.  Black polo, black jeans, worn black work shoes, sweat running down my cheeks and sweaty armpits.  I’m sure I don’t smell half as nice as he does either. 

He finishes checking me out, smiles, and calmly says, “Hey.”

“Hey.”

Now an unbearable pause.

“So.”  He flashes his smile at me again.

“So.”  I let out slowly and grin back.

Another pause. 

I get nervous, which is funny considering how much I wanted to dry hump him out in the bar 15 minutes ago.

“Is there an echo in here?”  I blush and lift my hand to scratch the back of my neck.  My bicep flexes and I see his tongue slip out and slide across his lips, wetting them.  I tingle again and think I see a bulge develop in his pants.  “Max tells me you’re going to officiate the wedding?”  I nod, staring into deep brown eyes, getting lost in them.

“Yeah.  It’s something I do on the side for a few extra bucks.”  I wave around the room and say, “This is a great gig, and the tips pay the bills, but just need a change of scenery every once in a while.”  My eyes roam up and down his body.  He sees it and grins.  He sucks in his gut, if you can call his visible 6-pack a gut. 

I lean against the desk and wave my hand to a swivel chair.  He sits. “So, what about you?”  He puts his arms behind his head, casually flexing his biceps for my viewing pleasure, and leans back in the chair.  It squeals due to his weight, but it holds.  He smiles and looks up to me.  “I’m a masonry contractor full time,” which helps explain the muscles, “minority owner in Ty’s gym,” I nod to him, “and am surrogate big-brother to Ming and Cam.”  He sees my face drop.  He gives me a questioning look, then his eyes go wide in recognition.  “Oh, you’re the ‘Kyle’ Ming calls his big-brother.”

I nod, half smiling, half unsure of where to go from here.  I’ve now met the ‘new big-brother’.

He quickly backtracks, “Dude…no clue.  You know how Ming can be, sometimes everything’s on the table, sometimes, not. He told me we were going to meet “Kyle” tonight about the wedding, but he never mentioned you were a bartender.  I guessed he was talking about another buddy.”

I smile, relieved.  “It’s ok.  It’s Ming.  We know how it is.”  He smiles back to me and flexes his arms again.  Now it’s my turn to lick my lips.  His turn to chuckle.

We start over.  He asks coyly, “So?”

I decide it’s now or never.  “I live 2 blocks away and am guessing you came with Mingster and Cam?”

His smile grows wider.  I see him start to bulge.  I think to myself, ‘I’m going to have fun wrestling for that top bunk.’  He stands up, the chair squealing in relief the weight has been lifted, takes the one step to me, and puts his right hand on my shoulder.  I can feel the restrained power in his fingers.  I look into his deep brown eyes and he looks into my bright green ones and moves closer.

Our breathing is slow and heavy. He exhales his warm breath and it washes over me.  Besides the light scent of the poppers he’s had, he smells like a fucking stud.  A masculine odor pervades all other scents he’s emitting.  I take a deep breath and feel my unit go to half-mast in record time. It’s pushing the fabric of my jeans out a bit. 

His fingers squeeze just a bit more and I softly moan.  He moves in for the kiss.  We are this close to making contact when there is a quick rap on the door, and it opens.  Max and Ming are standing there. I would swear they were waiting outside with ears to the door, just waiting to intrude at the perfect moment.

Paulo and I separate.  I turn to hide my erection.  Paulo does the same. 

Ming laughingly says, “Oops, sorry.  We were just wondering if you guys would be coming out to get more food…you know, before Cam scarfs it all up.”  I turn my head to him and give him a look.  He smiles and sarcastically says, “Well, I guess the food can wait.”

“Yeah Ming, I think it can.”  I say a bit gruffly.  Paulo snorts and Max coughs to hide his laughter.

“Ok then…” Ming is feigning embarrassment, “We’ll be out here with the others…” I hear his voice grow quiet, “if you want to join us…or not.”  The door closes and I hear Ming cry “Ouch.”  I think to myself, ‘Thank you Max.’

I turn back to Paulo and he is smiling again.  I begin, “Now, where were…”  He moves in, grabs me by my waist, and pulls me in for the kiss.

His moist, soft lips touch mine.  Gently at first, then with rapidly increasing pressure.  I feel a hand on the back of my head, holding us together.  His other hand is still on my waist, and is pulling my body to his.  He takes control and puffs his lips out, then forces his tongue into my mouth.  I open just enough to let him in.  He swishes it around, getting a feel for the area, I guess. 

My hands go for his lats and I pull his upper body to mine.  I have to lean up and over his wide chest.  Our pecs mash into each other. I feel his nipples through is his polo.  They are hard and poke my chest.  I flex my pecs and his nipples stop poking me.  He giggles thru our kiss and his one hand slides down from my waist to my ass.  He gets a hand full of cheek and paws at it, like he’s squeezing a pressure ball.   I groan and he kisses me a bit harder.

I feel his unit start to tent his khaki’s. I move my left hand to it and give it a few tugs.  He squeezes my ass a bit harder.  My unit is trying to move upward, but is being held back by his body and my jeans. 

We continue to kiss and feel each other up for a few more minutes, then come up for air.  We’re both sweating and the main event hasn’t even started.

I put my right hand on his powerful chest, he flexes it, I push off so we separate a bit.  “So…”

“Yes, now.” He answers knowing the question.  I wink at him. 

“Let’s take a minute to compose ourselves before we go out there.”  I point to the door. 

He just laughs at me. “Really?  You don’t seem like the type of guy who give a fuck what others think of him?” He raises an eyebrow at me. 

“You’re right.”  A sly grin comes across my face and he notices it.  “Want to have some fun with them?”  I wink.  He nods.  I reach up to his polo, grab it at the opening on his chest, and ask, “May I?” He answers by putting his hands on top of mine.  I grab each side of the opening and pull them apart.  Buttons fly off as the shirt easily rips.  I don’t tear it completely off him, just a few inches down the middle. 

I check out my handy work.  He smiles and pulls half of it out of his khaki’s. I nod. 

He looks at me, smiles, and reaches for my belt.  I suck in my gut to give him easier access. He undoes it, and unbuttons my jeans, and pulls the zipper down an inch.  I pull my shirt out a bit as well. 

I look in the mirror and mess up my hair.  He does the same. 

We look at each other, make sure it just erotic enough to get tongues wagging, then nod, and head for the door.  I turn and quickly ask him, “How much you want to bet they are watching the door, waiting for us to come out?”  I raise an eyebrow. 

Paulo laughs and comes back and says, “Dude, not a fair bet.”  I casually smile.  “You know all eyes will be on the door.”  I chuckle. “How about this?  He asks, “Who won’t be watching the door?” Now it’s his turn to raise an eyebrow.

I say, “Jay.”

He says, “Cam.”

“Bet.”  I look him in the eyes and say, “What does the winner get?” He just smiles at me.  

I nod again and turn to open the door.

**

As Paulo is carrying me over his shoulder up the steps to my 4^th floor apartment, he says, “You sure you weight 215?  You feel a lot lighter than that.”  I just stare at his gloriously, shapely ass as each cheek bounces with every step.

“Yeah, big guy, weighed myself this morning.” 

We hit the landing and he walks to my door.  He squats down and I push myself off his back, and lean back up, off his body.  His wide expanse of a back still in my view.  He stands back up, ripped shirt and all, looks into my eyes and moves in for another kiss. 

I take control, because he lets me.  I push him back against the wall. He hits it with a thud.  I put my hands on his biceps, pinning them to the wall.  He flexes and I feel them grow.  The muscle hardens in my hands, and my already hard unit, stiffens just a bit more.  I intensify the kissing and grope his arms some more. 

I find my body pressed against his, my midsection to his and my legs intertwined with his.  His right leg is between my legs.  I forcefully push my crotch against him.  He sighs into my mouth.  He flexes his arms and pushes me away.  He intensely says, “Open your door now, or I just kick it in.”  He pulls us back together for another kiss.  I fumble for my keys in my pocket.  I pull them out and break our kiss.  I push the key into the lock and open the door.

We step into my studio apartment and kick off our shoes.  I turn a light on.

Two rooms and a bath.  It may seem small, but I’m single and don’t have much clutter.  Just some miscellaneous weights, a sofa, wide screen Samsung 45-inch TV, a PS4 unit, and boom box for tunes.  Kitchenette along one wall.  Small table in front of the TV for eating.  Muted yellow walls, not my choice, but too lazy to paint them, hardwood floors, and a nice area rug I got at Ikea. 

He glances around, nods, and says, “Bathroom?”  I nod to a door along the far wall.  He excuses himself.  I get some glasses out and fill them with water.  I sink into the deep cushions on my sofa and wait for him to return. 

I take a few breaths to relax my body.  I can smell my sweat on me, along with his.  I pull my ripped polo over my head and toss it toward the trash can.

He comes out, shirtless, his body has a sheen of sweat on it and my mouth starts to salivate.  He plops down next to me on the sofa and accepts the glass of water.  My right-hand wanders along his bare midsection and lower pec.  He tenses it as I caress it. I play with his nipple, tweaking it, tugging it.  He moans and puts his left hand on top of my right and squeezes harder.  I go with it and add a twist.  His face contorts with pleasure.  

He leans forward and puts the glass on the coffee table so as not to spill any water.  As he sinks back into the deep cushions, he scooches closer to me, and swings his muscled left arm over my head and lays it on my shoulder. Our warm bodies touch each other.  His hairless torso against my hirsute body.  The weight of his muscled arm feels nice, like he is protecting me, not that I need it. His hand is draped down my left arm, his fingers stroking my hairy upper bicep.  I tense it, like he did. 

He smiles as he turns his head to mine.  We start to kiss. 

His right hand makes it way to my hairy chest, a gnarl of orange hair, sweaty, matted, and saturated with our sweat and musk.  His fingers grab ahold of my right pec and he squeezes, not gently, like it’s the first time, but with strength and power, like he’s done this to me a hundred times.  I groan at the sensation his fingers instill in me.  I flex my chest, hardening the muscles, and his fingers dig into the muscle, feeling the striations and fibers.  He lets loose a low growl, which comes from deep inside his statuesque body. We continue to kiss.  His right-hand wanders around my torso, squeezing muscles as he encounters them. 

My right hand moves from his chest, down his body to his tight cargo pants.  I can feel his bulge stretching the fabric, yearning for release.  I put my hand on top of it and encompass it, as best I can, thru the material.  I give it a few tugs, then press down, smashing it into his lower abs.  He growls again, and so do I.

I twist my body, throwing my left leg over his torso as I plant myself in his lap.  He smiles and puts is hands behind his head, entwining his fingers, and giving me an unobstructed view of his gorgeous body.  He flexes his biceps and l lick my lips.  He smiles, flexes harder, and bounces them a few times, for my viewing pleasure.  My unit, which is already steel pipe hard, but trapped in my jeans, is aching for attention.  I feel a glob of pre-cum percolate out and soak my boxers. 

I grab ahold of his biceps and lean in to kiss him some more.  He puckers up waiting for me.  Our lips touch, both are moist, I apply pressure and his head moves back into the sofa cushion.  He flexes his arms harder and my fingers try to dig into the muscle, but are held back by his strength. 

I grind my hips back and forth on his rock-hard lower midsection.  I feel his unit expand and push upward in his cargo pants.  I grind again and can feel it expand more.  He bucks his hips, lifting my body in the air, trying to create space for it.  As I come back down, I squash his spear into his body.  He growls again with pleasure, kisses me harder, and moves his hands from behind his head. 

I release my grip on his biceps and he moves his hands to my pants.  We are still kissing, mouths and tongues battling for position and dominance.  We trade off, but I have a feeling if he wanted to take control and make me succumb to his will, I would have no option but to do it.  I feel his hands at my waist, fumbling around for my belt.  He finds it after a few miss-steps.  I feel the belt loosen, then he undoes the button.  I hear the zipper lower a bit then stop. 

His hands move from my pants to my chest.  He pushes me back, breaking our kiss.  We come up for air. I take a deep inhale and look down at the god before me. I see sweat on his forehead and cheeks.  I’m sure I have the same sweat.  He puts his hands on my waist, lifts me up, and starts to stand. His biceps grow to their full size, his chest inflates with air, and his abs harden to take some of the pressure. My hands move to his forearms to support my body. The power to do this is incredible as he was seated deeply in the overly soft sofa.  His quads explode as the muscles take most of the weight of both our bodies.  He stands.  My feet dangle a few inches off the floor. 

He smiles at me and winks. My hands are still on his forearms and can feel the blood coursing through his veins and arteries.  His arms are at ninety degrees and holding me up with no problem.  He pulls me closer.  We kiss.  He pushes me back and whispers, “Take your pants off.”  I look at him with a raised eyebrow, not questioning his strength in holding me up, but the difficulty it may entail.  He sees my hesitation and raises me up a few more inches. He smoothly says, “Don’t worry papi, I haven’t dropped anyone yet.”  My dick hardens and the head starts to poke out the top of my boxers.  He glances down and sees it.  He looks back up into my eyes and grins an evil grin.  He commands me with quiet fierceness, “Now.”

My hands move swiftly to the zipper on my jeans and push it down.  The flaps open, giving my unit room to expand.  The boxers stretch out.  I awkwardly grab the sides of my jeans and push down as best I can.    Once they’re over my hips, I shake my ass a bit and the jeans slide away.  He expertly uses his feet to help me get them all the way off. 

He looks back into my green eyes, and orders, “Boxers.”  I smile back at him.  He looks down as my hands grab the sides of them and push.  These are harder due to my unit being in the way. He watches as I carefully maneuver them over my jutting unit and partially down my thighs.  I stop as I cannot reach any further. 

He smiles at me and coyly asks, “Do I need to do everything?”

I sarcastically respond, “You need to work for your reward big guy.”  I wink and he laughs.  “Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.”  I wink again.

He sighs and says, “Ok.”  With that he lifts me back over his shoulder and starts to walk to the bedroom door.  He opens it and we enter.  The room is dark with just a shaft of light streaming in from the living room.

The room is on the smaller side, about 12’ by 10’, just large enough for a double bed, a bureau, and a chair.  The bed is unmade, with dark blue sheets strewn on it.  A couple pillows and a blue, green, and red patterned comforter, also strewn about.

He slowly makes his way to the bed, the light from the living room giving ample illumination.  He stops, takes a breath, then lifts my body back off his shoulder, and carefully deposits me on the bed.  I can see his muscles flex as he leans over to set me down, but I see no strain on his face as he lowers my body to the bed.

He smiles and jocularly asks, “Comfy?” I smile and nod.  His hands grip my boxers. He casually tears them off my body, ripping them in half.  He pulls them to his face, deeply inhales, his eyes, in the darkened light, grow wide with excitement, then he tosses them aside.  He stares at me and grabs his belt.  He slows undoes it.  I lick my lips.  He puffs his chest and flexes his pecs.  His stomach vacuums in, cobblestone abs on display. Crevices running side to side, along the symmetrical muscles and one deep cavern running from his pecs to his belly button and below.  He starts to undo the one button holding up his cargo’s.  He’s doing it with slow deliberation, my eyes glued to the movement of his fingers. They finish.  He lowers the zipper with matching slowness. The pants drop.  He’s wearing a pair of bright green posers.  My exposed unit twitches and a glob or pre-cum oozes out.  He sees it and smiles. His hardened unit is making the posers stretch to their limit.  There is a noticeable gap between the top of the posers and his abs.  I can see the top of his unit poking out. He grabs the sides of the posers, pulls them up a bit to show the ‘V’ from his obliques to his groin.  I lick my lips again.  Now he moves with purpose.  He pushes the posers down, bending over at the same time.  They hit the floor. He steps out of them and holds them up on one finger.  He twirls it around a few times and when he lets go, they land on my chest. 

I quickly grab them and pull them to my face, rubbing them over my beard and cheeks. I inhale just as deeply as he did. The smell is ‘all man’.  Musk and power, with a little pre-cum mixed it.  I take another breath and suck the pre-cum from the fabric.  I let my eyes roll back into my head.  He sees this and lets out a low chuckle.  I look back to him and he drops into most muscular.  My unit twitches again.  He stands and lets his eyes wander over my body.

I lay there, put my arms over my head, and flex my biceps.  He smiles at my 19-inchers. I tense the rest of my body, my hairy chest and abs coming into view.  Not as clean cut as his, but I haven’t been kicked out of anyone’s bed yet because of it. 

He takes a step closer, is now at the edge of the bed and I hear another growl emanate from him as he lets his body fall onto mine.  His head lands next to mine. His heavy chest pushes into me, pushing me deeply into the bed.  I exhale a breath of warm air.  His weight feels good on me.  His body is warm and a bit sweaty.  He grinds his shaved groin around my hairy area and I hear him sigh.  I’m sweaty, all over, as well.  Even my balls and cock are moist.  He grinds again. 

I lap at his earlobe.  He turns his head to give me better access.  I suckle the lobe and cover it with warm saliva.  My tongue dips into his ear. He squirms.  I wrap my hands around his wide back and lock my fingers together.  I also move my legs apart and wrap them around his tiny waist, locking my ankles together. I squeeze our bodies together.  His body tightens as I continue to lick at his ear.  I take the lobe into my mouth and nibble on it.  His body jerks as he tries to move his head away.  I slowly release the lobe and lick the area behind his ear.  His body relaxes. 

He grinds me again and I feel his unit deposit a large glob of pre-cum onto my lower abs.  He settles his weight on my and moves his body around, pushing the viscous into my hairy abs, marking his territory.   Now it’s my turn to sigh. 

I release his body and let my arms and legs fall onto the bed.  He puts his hands next to my armpits and pushes himself up, off my body.  The light from the living room visible around his body, his face darkened, but I can see his deep brown eyes and pearly whites as he smiles at me.  He winks and rolls over to my left side, face up.  He turns to face me; I look at him.  He softly says, “Climb on.”  I smile at his invitation. 

I roll over on top of him and sit on his midsection, his unit trapped under me, my knees along his sides, and my hands on his smooth chest.  I move my ass along his length and the smoothness feels like silk against my hairy, sweaty ass.  He reaches his hands to my waist, grabs hold, and easily slides my slick body across along his unit.  It must 10 inches long and 8 inches around.  My body tightens at the feel of it under me.  I continue to maw his chest, pulling on his nipples and stroking his 6 pack.  He has a smile on his face, as do I. 

I put my hand flat on his pecs, which he turns to granite, lean my head back, and close my eyes.  I let the moment sink in.  A nice, muscular man, with no hidden agenda, is under me, allowing me to enjoy his body.

He breaks my revelry and growls, “Condom. Lube.”  I know what he wants, and I want the same thing.  I pat him on the chest.  He slows his hands and my body comes to rest on him.  I lift a leg off him and climb off the bed.  I walk out to the living room and into the bathroom.  I open the cabinet under the sink and pull out the box of condoms and grab a tube of lube. 

When I get back into the bedroom, Paulo is leaning up on his elbows, eyes are closed, head tilted back, and unit sticking straight up.  A board creaks, but his eyes remain shut.

He quietly says, “Only do this if you’re prepared.”  He opens his eyes, they adjust to the dim light, and he looks at me.  “I don’t play gentle.” I nod, feeling I can keep up with him. He gives my body another once over and finishes by saying, “But you look like you can handle it.”  He winks at me and I wink back.  With steel in his voice, he says to me, “Now, cover me up and get the fuck on my pole.”  He contracts his abs and his unit bobs back and forth.  A dollop of pre-cum percolates out and lands on his abs.

I walk to the side of the bed, sit on the edge, lean down, and lick the pre-cum off him. He sighs.  I unwrap the condom, yank him a few times to make sure he’s nice and stiff, and roll it down.  I make sure there’s a pocket at the tip.  I jerk him again. I grab the lube and pour some over him, and then get some on my fingers and spread it into my hole. 

He orders me, “Get on.”  I straddle him and lower myself. He lets me take my time. I’m usually a top, but have done my fair share of bottoming.  He’s big and thick, but I manage to lower myself all the way.

Once I’m settled, I bounce up and down to make sure he’s inside of me and won’t slide out. 

He grabs my hips, his biceps bulge, and he lifts me up and down with ease.  I put my hands behind my head, arch my back, and let him take over.

He’s in me.  No other way to describe it.  This man is fully impaled in me.  On every upward thrust, his unit hits my prostrate sending shivers up and down my spine.  My unit bangs into his brick-like abs with every downward motion.  He smiles at the ‘thwapping’ sound. 

After a few minutes of this, he slows his motion, sweat dripping off his forehead onto the bedsheets.  I grind my ass into his hips and feel him do a few mini-thrusts up. 

Once he’s settled back down, I lean down and let my body cover his.  He moves his hands from my waist up along my ribs to my lats.  I move to kiss him.  He’s waiting for me.  We kiss, with more roughness.  I feel his hands move to the back of my head and he pulls me closer, our noses mash together.  I feel him move his knees to an angled position, and he thrusts into me again.  I groan into his mouth.  His tongue invades my mouth.  I feel him spit into me and swish it around. 

He begins thrusting again.  I put my hands under his head and pull him up a bit.  There is urgency with our kisses.  I groan as I feel him get bigger.  His motion becomes fiercer.  Every second I can feel him bottom out.  The pain and pleasure of him inside me makes me want to cum, but I hold off. 

Then he stops, suddenly, and without warning.  His legs fall back to the bed and he releases my head.  I break our kiss, push us apart, and look down at him.  He’s smiling, winks, and says, “New position.”  I start to get off, but he grabs my hips and pulls me back down.  He gruffly says, “I didn’t say you could get off.”  I settle back onto him and let him do what he wants. 

He slides our bodies to the edge of the bed.  Once there, he moves his feet over the edge and are on the floor.  He leans up, puts his hands behind my back, and moves to kiss me.  I drape my arms over his muscular traps and entwine my fingers.  His hands slide down to my ass and he plays with my hole for a second. 

He then stands up.  I might as well have been in the living room or kitchen.  There is no hesitation, my 215 pounds mean little to him. I glance to his arms, not even flexed.  I feel pre-cum leak out of me like a 50-year-old faucet. It puddles in the space between our bodies.  I move to kiss him again.

He lifts me up and down with ease.  I groan with pleasure.  “Fuck.” Escapes my mouth. 

He leans back, breaking our kiss, looks me in the eyes, and quietly orders, “Let go of my neck.”  Normally I’d hesitate and question if he’s sure, but given what I’ve seen Paulo do with me, I immediately release them and move them to his unflexed biceps.  “Move them to my forearms.” I comply. “Now, re-fucking-lax and let me do my thing.” 

I let my body relax as he commands.  My legs stick straight out behind him. He has a firm grip on my sweaty ass.  “Good boy.” He says calmly.  “Enjoy. Cum whenever you feel like it.”  I look up at him and he winks.  He smiles and says, “You’ll cum within 2 minutes, but I’m giving you the option of cumming sooner.”  He flexes his dick inside of me and I feel my body raise up.  My unit sticks straight up. 

Then he starts plowing me.  He uses his hands to slide my body along his unit. I’m his private fleshlight and am in a suspended congress position.  He simply moves me back and forth, with a quickening pace.  He grunts.  I feel the muscles in his forearms twist and turn, I see his biceps are now beginning to bulge as blood courses thru them and sweat pours off them.

His eyes are shut as he concentrates on the motion.  His chest is inflated and his pecs bounce with each movement.  He’s now grunting more intensely with each thrust.  He bottoms out each time as well. 

I start to groan as I feel my load build.  I tighten my grip on his forearms.  Every movement sends lightening up and down my spine.  My body wants to cum, but my brain wants to hold off until the peak of pleasure is reached. 

Paolo lets out a roar and slams his unit into me and holds my body to his.  I feel his load erupt and travel along his shaft.  The tip of the condom balloons in my body, and my brain is satisfied.  My load explodes out of me, coating his chest, abs, and chin.  After my five bursts, my body really does relax, and goes limp.  He turns us to the bed, takes a step to it and easily slides my body off his. 

He softly sets me down, his sweaty body glistening in the low light.  I move to the center of the bed and let my hands flop over my head.  My breathing is slowing.  He climbs on top of me and carefully lowers his bulk onto me. He settles down; our sticky, sweaty bodies melt into each other, his head next to mine.  I can feel his warm breath on my neck when he exhales.

After a few minutes, he leans up, puts his hands in my hair, and starts to massage my scalp.  I close my eyes and moan.  I feel him move to kiss me.  His warm lips touch mine, the move away.  He comes back and they are still wet.  He applies more pressure and continues for a few minutes.  When he finishes, he rolls off me and lays, face up, next to me. 

I feel his right hand reach over and softly play with my gnarled chest hair.  His hand moves south and finds my musky sweaty groin. He caresses my flaccid unit. 

He quietly says with some sarcasm in his deep voice, “I hear there’s a wedding in June.  Want to be my date.” 

I roll over so our bodies are touching, put my hand on his pec and tug at his nipple.  I kiss his side.  “Yeah, I think that would be nice.” 

I kiss him again and he seriously says, “We need to get a hotel room with bunk beds,” I think to myself, here it comes, “Something about wrestling for the top bunk?” I put my head against his body and chuckle, so does he.