Ups and Downs
By: Brock Archer
(© 2022 by the author)

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Chapter 20
Workout

On our first morning in Manhattan, Rafael and I woke up in two strange beds with two handsome strangers. Let me see if I can explain. The night before, we had played with two men I had met in the restaurant. Let’s call them Mr. A and Mr. B. They were both married, but not to each other. Mr. A was married to Mr. X, and Mr. B was married to Mr. Y. I woke up with Mr. A, but not Mr. A’s husband, Mr. X; rather, it was Mr. B’s husband, Mr. Y. Conversely, Rafael woke up with Mr. B and Mr. X, who was Mr. A’s husband. I know, it all seems rather confusing, but all you really need to know is that we were six healthy, horny, hot-blooded men with six big dicks, 12 hungry holes (oral and anal), and a burning desire to exercise everything we had.

We all roused from our sleep with morning wood, so after another couple of rounds of serious sucking and fucking, Rafael and I got dressed and went back to our own rooms to shower. Since we had no commitments until the cocktail reception that evening, Rafael went back to bed…alone (as far as I knew), but I changed clothes, went downstairs for breakfast, and then met with Conrad to confirm arrangements for the evening’s festivities. Conrad, as expected, was completely on top of everything with all elements in order. He had me initial all the paperwork, which really boosted my ego. You’re in charge, Joe. You’re the man.

Since I had plenty of time to kill before the evening reception and dinner, I decided to change into my gym clothes and hit the hotel’s fitness center, which proved to be a full-scale facility. Most hotel fitness centers have only a few pieces of equipment and no showers or lockers since the hotel guests have these facilities in their rooms. But this hotel facility also sold memberships to people who lived or worked in the vicinity.

As I passed through the locker room, I saw the most gorgeous hunk of a man I had ever seen in my life—aside from Woody and Tyler maybe. He was changing from his business suit, and my eyes caught him just as he was removing his underwear. I was already clad in my gym clothes and, thus, didn’t need to change, so how was I going to watch him undress without looking like a peeping Tom?

All of a sudden, my shoes hurt…at least, I pretended that they did. Propping my foot on one of the benches, I slowly untied one shoe, shook it as if to remove some pebble that had gotten trapped in there, and stretched the material as if that could make any difference. By the time I did that, he was completely naked, and gawd, was he fucking hot!

He was a bear in the sense that a thick coat of the most luscious black fur covered his chest, belly, arms, and legs. And he was a large man, but without an ounce of body fat. He was all bone, skin, muscle, and testosterone. And his dick and balls were proportionately big as well. I had to turn away to keep him from witnessing the snake growing in my gym shorts. Fortunately, there was a mirror on the opposite wall, so I was able to observe him surreptitiously as he put on his gym shorts and low-cut body-hugging tank top. Damn, he was hot!

When he went to one of the toilet stalls, I pretended to wash my hands so I could stand nearby and listen to the sound of his piss splashing in the water. It was music to my ears, but I decided to scurry off to the gym floor lest he realize that I was practically stalking him.

I found a spot where I could do my warm-up stretches in front of a mirror, and when I rose up from a deep-knee bend and looked into the mirror, I saw the reflection of him walk up and stand just a few feet behind me. Oh, shit! You think I was staring at you, but I really wasn’t. I was just…. Oh, fuck! I’m a dead man.

I tried to look down at my feet, to look right, look left, anything to avoid eye contact through the mirror, but when I did look, he just flashed his pearly whites at me, and I melted another couple of inches. By the time I finished my stretches, you could have mopped what was left of me up off the floor.

While he finished his own stretches, I walked over to the shoulder press and started lifting the weights. “Mind if I work in with you?” the sexy resonant voice came from behind me as I was finishing the first of three sets. It was him.

“Uh…no…not at all,” I stammered.

He adjusted the seat to his comfortable height and tripled the weights that I had pumped. Show off! Keep showing, stud. Show it all. And he almost did. His shorts were not exactly transparent, but the material was thin enough that I could definitely see that there was something there. In fact, here was a hell of a lot there. His bulge was huge.

When it came my turn again, I didn’t have to readjust the seat; he put it back right where I had set it. “Allow me,” he said as I turned to re-set the weights. Instead of walking around me to get to the weights, though, he just leaned across in front of me. I could almost lick his armpits from that position, and man, did I want so desperately to do that.

Watching his thick biceps bulge and constrict as he lifted the weights mesmerized me. He was like a well-oiled machine. No, there has never been a machine that beautiful or sexy.

“Spot me on the bench press?” he asked when we finished our shoulder presses.

“Sure,” I said, hoping my legs would carry me the 10 feet to that piece of equipment. Of course, he didn’t really need me to spot him, so did he like me, or was he just messing with me?

When it was my turn, I lay down on the bench as he adjusted the weights for me. He stood so close to me that I could look up his shorts. I knew he wasn’t wearing a jock strap because I didn’t see him put on one in the locker room, but now I could see that his shorts also had no lining. In other words, I could see his dick winking and waving at me as I lifted the bar and weights. With all the strength I could muster, I willed my own dick to remain still. It was a hopeless cause, and I’m quite sure he was as fully aware of that fact as I was.

As we proceeded through the rest of our workouts, I learned that his name was Chad and that he was an attorney specializing in intellectual property law, single, and a big Lady Gaga fan.

“I thought so,” he said when I told him that I was a guest in the hotel. “You came in wearing your gym clothes—very sexy, by the way—so I figured you must be staying here. You in town for business or pleasure?” He seemed to linger on that last word.

“Business,” I said, somewhat remorsefully, almost apologetically.

“You look a bit young to be a CEO,” he said when I told him I had a room on the executive floor. “What are you…24…25?”

“I’m 23, I lied,” and I’m sure he knew I wasn’t that old. It became obvious that he was trying to butter me up, and it was working like a buttload of churns at a butter factory. I explained that my colleague and I were accompanying our bosses to an international conference and then an art show in Connecticut.

“The Greenwich Art Show?” he asked.

“Yes, how did you know?

“I appreciate good art, so I try to keep track of things like that.”

Things like that? You mean art shows in general or specifically gay erotic art? What are you trying to tell me?

After about an hour of flexing our muscles and our egos for each other, Chad suggested that we hit the sauna. “They ask that we take showers before we use the sauna,” he said, so we removed our gym clothes in the locker room, and Chad led the way. On our way to the showers, we passed the sauna room where a guy was peering out the little window on the door almost like he was standing guard, but I dismissed it and followed Chad to the showers.

Half a dozen separate shower stalls lined each wall. Chad walked to the end and stepped into the last shower, but he didn’t close the curtain. I took the stall directly across from him and also left the curtain open.

Damn, he was beautiful, and with water running over his hairy muscled body, he looked sexy as hell. I had to turn my back to him as I soaped up because my dick was standing at full mast. When I turned just slightly to look over my shoulder, I saw him standing sideways, soaping up his dick, which was also as stiff as the metal bar on the chest press. And he took his own sweet time, rubbing his big balls and stroking his thick cock very slowly and deliberately.

When he caught me staring, he turned to face me head on and smiled as he continued to stroke. If you can do that, so can I. So, I turned to face him and matched his stroking. I had no intention of jacking off, but the juices in my ball sack had been steeping for over an hour and demanded to be released. I shot a volley all the way across the aisle and into his shower stall. Some of my cum even landed on his hairy muscular leg. He looked surprised, but not at all displeased. In fact, when my next stream also reached his stall, he reached out to catch it in his hand and then licked it up from his palm.

Before I knew it, he had crossed over to my stall close enough that I couldn’t help but spew my joy juice all over his handsome face and glorious body. Instead of backing away, though, he knelt down, took my cock into his mouth, and sucked in every remaining drop of my white lightning. He didn’t swallow it, though. Rather, he stood up, pressed me against the shower wall, and kissed me feverishly, swirling my cum in our mouths with his tongue.

When Chad felt completely satisfied, I guess, he backed away to return to his own stall, and when he did, we noticed another man in the stall next to his and across from mine pumping his own rod as he gawked at us. Instead of being embarrassed, Chad just winked at him and asked, “How ya doin’?” The best the man could do in the way of a reply was just to sigh and then muffle his scream as he shot his wad. Obviously drained, the man leaned back against the wall of the shower stall and slid down until he landed on the floor, at which time Chad wiped a residual drop of my cum from his own face and brushed it across the man’s quivering lips. When the man finally regained his composure, he looked up at Chad, smiled, and mouthed a gracious “thank you.”

After we finished our showers, Chad ushered me toward the sauna we had passed earlier. I wrapped my towel around my waist as we walked, but Chad just threw his over his shoulder, letting his still semi-erect cock flap in the wind for anyone to see…and enjoy. When we reached the sauna, the same little guy I had seen guarding the door from the inside was still at his post. I turned back to see if Chad and I should go in, but Chad just pressed his body against my back—I could feel his dick poking me in the ass—reached around as if he were embracing me, and pulled the door open. The little sentry stepped back when he saw Chad, who signaled to him that his companion was OK.

The sauna was hellaciously hot, not just because of the coals in the pit, but because a big black man sitting on the top tier was getting a blow job from a freckle-faced red-headed guy. Now I understood: the sentry was keeping watch for anybody who might interrupt their extracurricular workout.

Chad wasted no time. He hopped up on the top tier and sat right up against the black man, their arms rubbing shoulder to shoulder. When the black man wrapped his arm around Chad’s broad shoulders, the two men kissed, which brought Chad’s cock to full attention. As they continued to massage each other’s tongues, Chad reached over and put his hand on the head of the guy sucking, lightly pressing him down onto the black man’s cock. It was a subtle act of domination, which the sucker didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, when he looked up and saw that the hand belonged to Chad, he smiled and sucked even harder.

In an even more subtle act of domination, Chad came up for air, looked at me, and nodded ever so slightly toward his fully erect cock. It was a command to blow him. Coming from anyone else, it might have been offensive, and I would probably have just walked away, but with Chad, I couldn’t have objected if I had tried, and I had no desire to try. I wanted his cock in my mouth badly. I had wanted it from the moment I had laid eyes on it, and I was flattered that he had offered it to me. I dived right in and tried desperately to shove it all the way down my throat. It was a mouthful to say the least.

At one point, the kid sucking the black cock, rose up and began licking Chad’s balls as I continued to suck his dick. Then we took turns running our tongues up and down the shaft, alternately kissing each other. Meanwhile, with his hand no longer on the kid’s head, Chad turned his attention to his friend’s cock, stroking it in the most manly way, and the black man, with one hand free, began playing with Chad’s nipples.

After several minutes of this foreplay, Chad rose from his perch, grabbed me by the shoulders, turned me around, pushed my head down, and directed the red-headed kid to eat my ass, which he did eagerly and expertly. As the kid continued to explore my rosebud with his tongue, the black man slid over, positioning himself directly in front of me, and offering me his still stiff-as-a-board dick, which I gladly took into my mouth.

“That’s good, kid,” I heard Chad say to the young man rimming my hole, and I knew what was coming. Chad replaced the kid’s tongue with his own long, thick cock, tantalizing my ass lips with the tip of his dick—slowly in, slowly out, two inches in, one inch out, three inches in…and so forth until his long hard pole was poking my prostate and his balls were tickling my butt cheeks.

Chad fucked like Mr. Sullivan and like I had learned to do from him, gently at first and then ferociously. Chad pounded my ass like he was trying to catapult me all the way to New Jersey. He was a piston firing at full speed and full force. He was a power fucker, and I loved it. But I wanted something more. I wanted to witness that power for myself—not just feel it, but see it in action.

So, I pushed him away from my ass and repositioned myself flat on the floor with my legs raised up in the air, offering myself to him again, but now in such a way that I could watch him as he fucked the shit out of me. He was such a powerful, masculine hunk of man meat, that I just had to watch him slam his dick in and out of me, fast and furiously. As if the sensation in my rectum weren’t enough, the sight of this wild bear’s hairy chest heaving with each thrust drove me to insane depths of delirious ecstasy.

With no hands on my dick, not mine nor anyone else’s, I exploded just as my prostate was going wild. It was two orgasms at once. I shot several volley’s over my shoulder, a couple of them splattering the red-headed kid who was sitting behind me. The black dude licked the cum off of his boy, and the two of them teamed up to slurp up the cream that had landed on my face, chest, and abdomen. They swapped the pudding back and forth as Chad continued to pound my ass until he could hold out no longer.

With the first jolt of electricity surging through his whole body, Chad shoved his dick so deep into me that I thought it was going to poke out my eyeballs. And with each shock, he tried to ram his manhood deeper and deeper into me until he could say he finally possessed my whole body from the inside out. I actually felt each burst of jizz attack my prostrate as he blasted load after load into my guts. Fully drained, he collapsed on top of me. Gawd, I loved the weight of his mammoth body on mine, his cheek against my cheek, his manly sweat rubbing into my skin, his victorious shaft still twitching inside me.

I wanted to stay like that for the rest of my life, but the heat of the sauna was starting to get to all of us, so as we all headed back to take cold showers, the big black dude asked Chad, “Mind if I have a go at your boy?”

“Hey!” I turned on him in a flash. “I am nobody’s boy, and if you want a piece of my ass, you ask me, not him.” I think the dude was a bit taken aback by my forthrightness, and, to tell the truth, I was surprised at myself as well, but I guess it was a delayed reaction to the way I had been treated on the streets and in the back alleys of Atlanta.

“Sorry, sir,” he said. “I did not mean to offend you.”

“Well, do you want my ass or not?”

“It would be my pleasure,” he said.

“Well, then, after we shower, why don’t we all go up to my room where we won’t have to be on the lookout for intruders and we can all fuck each other to our hearts’ content.”

Rafael and I had connecting rooms, and we usually left the doors ajar so that we could go back and forth. When our group arrived at my room, we heard sounds coming from Rafael’s room, and when I peeked in, I saw my colleague going at it hot and heavy with the two cute bellboys who had brought our luggage to our room when we checked in. Rather than close the door and leave them to their private pleasures, I introduced Rafael and the boys to my entourage and suggested that we all combine forces for a Big Apple orgy, and that’s exactly what we did.

To be continued...

Posted: 10/28/2022