Knowing I'm
Gonna Get Fucked

by: Peter
(© 2012 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 12 

I waited outside Brady's apartment for only a few minutes before he pulled up in his Jeep.  When he waved and flashed me a big smile, I didn't know whether to melt and run down in a puddle or get a hardon. When he got out of the Jeep, the way he set his foot on the ground, swinging his bubble butt out of the vehicle, standing on the column of his thigh, and those broad shoulders…..fuck he so belonged in a Jeep, as much as he belonged in the uniform.

"Been waiting long?" he asked.

"Just a few minutes.”

I followed him inside and up the stairs with a bird's eye view of his butt bulging and flexing inside his uniform pants.

"Is your uniform tailored to fit?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied with a smiling glance over his shoulder.

"They sure did a good job on yours," I said. He laughed. "You should be a model for the company that makes the uniforms."

He laughed again as he let us in his apartment.  "Let me grab a quick shower," he said as he tossed his hat on a rack and loosened his tie.  "You need to shower?" he asked me.

"No, but I'll wash your back if you want me to," I said.

"Okay."

We went into the bathroom where he took off his clothes.  I did too, but watching him, I was barely aware of what I was even doing.  When he was down to his briefs he paused with his thumbs stuck in the waistband.

"I noticed how you've been watching me undress, do you want to do this for me?" he asked.

"Yes."  I quickly shoved my shorts down, stepped out of them and kicked them away.  My cock sprung up like hard steel.  I went to my knees in front of him.

"I should shower first," he said.

"I'll let you," I said as I tugged the tiny garment off his hips and pulled it down his thighs.  "But you're fine this way, too."  As he stepped out of his shorts I nuzzled my face into his crotch, in beside his balls.

"That's a whole day's worth of funk," he said.

"I love it," I said, my voice muffled as I licked in his crotch.

He laughed and lifted me to my feet.  "You like my sweat, huh."

"You still smell like soap or deodorant," I said.

"That's body splash.  It's pretty good stuff.  But I want some of that talented tongue in my ass, and I gotta shower before you do that."  He turned on the shower for it to warm up then opened the door wider for me to join him.  He handed me the soap and a wash cloth. 

I handed the wash cloth back to him.  "I'll use my hands."  I began rubbing my hands and the bar of soap across his wide shoulders and muscular back.  His muscles felt so good.

"Did you ever have any of your Marine buddies do this for you?" I asked.

"No.  Couple of them I think wanted to, though."

"Would you have let them if they tried?"

"Hell no, and risk getting kicked out?"

"What about when don't-ask-don't-tell is history, would you let them then?"

"Maybe.  I don’t know."

"Do you think things will change much when it is officially repealed?" I asked.

"Well, I don't think guys are going to start bunking together, if that's what you mean.  But it will be different in some ways.  Like, now, guys will come in off a pass and start talking about the women they fucked.  I guess the gay guys can talk about what they did with other guys they met up with."

"If they ever do allow men to bunk together, do you think guys would actually do it?"

"Yeah, sure.  And maybe they will allow it someday.  It might just change everything."

"Would you let some guy crawl in your bunk with you, you know, knowing he's going to do you?"

"Yeah, I can visualize guys giving and getting blowjobs in the barracks."  He laughed then and said, "I think you've got my ass about as clean as it's going to get."

“Oh….sure….sorry," I muttered.  I was embarrassed, hadn't realized I'd been concentrating so much on it.

"That's okay, it felt good," he said.

I didn't know he'd been washing his front himself till I turned him around and the shower spray sent the soap sheeting down his washboard abs.  I sort of gulped at the sight of his wet muscles.  I swallowed hard, working up my nerve, it was loud and I hoped he didn't hear it. 

"Brady, I wanta ask you something."

"Ask away."

"How do you feel about….body worship?"  I remembered my uncle’s advice about never being ashamed and looked into Brady’s eyes.

He smiled.  "Do it every day when I shower and shave." His smile broke into laughter.  "Fuck, dude, you don't think I built these muscles just to ignore them," he said as he reached down for my stiff cock.  "How do you feel about it?  Is this any indication?" he asked, squeezing my cock.

"I love your muscles, Brady, I think you know that, and I want to worship your body."  I didn't know why it was so hard to say. 

"However you do that, go ahead," he said.

I didn't know exactly how to do body worship myself, all I knew was, I wanted to gaze openly at his body and feel his muscles in my hands.  And I thought I should be on my knees, in a position of worship and adoration.  He put one hand on my shoulder as if to guide me to my knees. 

I started where I thought I should, at his feet.  I hadn't noticed before, but he had sexy feet and toes.  I began kissing his feet, one then the other, and licking his toes. Then I lifted one foot up to let the water rinse it off then began sucking on his toes.

"OOhhnnnn," he moaned softly.  "Fuck, how'd I get feelings like that down there?" he murmured.

I did his other foot then moved up his legs to his knees.  He had sexy knees too.  It was wonderful to see how one small part of his body complimented all the rest.  I kissed his knees and moved part way up his thighs, with my hands and my mouth and tongue but part way up I turned him around.  From the back I started with his calves.  He flexed them for me and I licked and worshipped the finely shaped curves.  I licked behind his knees and on up the back of his thighs.  At his butt, I took a moment to squeeze the firm globes and knead the tight muscles before I kissed them all over, paying particular attention to the saucer like indentations at the sides.  I licked in the crack but didn't go deep enough to make contact with his asshole.  The broad expanse of his back and shoulders took more time but I explored every inch of the rolling hillocks of smooth muscle.  From his shoulders, I kissed down the back of his right arm, all the way down to his hand, where I kissed and sucked on his fingers.  His soft moans of pleasure gave me impetus to go on.  I moved to his other arm, down the back.  Then I turned his arm over and began kissing the palm of his hand.

"Fuck, Kenny, you're waking up nerve endings I didn't know I had," he said, brushing his hand tenderly across the top of my head.

I kissed up his muscular forearm and raised his arm up for him to flex his bicep.  It bulged to the size of a grapefruit and I kissed it all around.

"Fuck!" he gasped.  Then a louder,  "Awwww, Fuck, yeah!" as I began licking his armpit.

I could see his cock sticking up at a sharp angle, throbbing and quivering violently.  I went to his other side and did his other arm and armpit then began the journey across his broad, thick chest.  His nipples were already standing out, so hard I thought they might even throb.  He whimpered, even squealed when I sucked them.  I spent a lot of time on his chest, there was a lot of territory to cover, before I journeyed down his stomach.  It was like working through a maze, kissing and tonguing up and down, back and forth in the deep ridges that separated the muscled bricks of his abs, but I missed not an inch of the beautiful armor plate. My chin and neck brushed against his cock but I ignored it and knelt to nuzzle his balls for a moment then worship his muscular thighs. 

I wasn't finished with his backside.  I turned him around and began kissing his butt again, kneading the firm muscles and pulling them apart.  I kissed in deeper this time, licking his puckered hole that was clenching anxiously in return.  He was really liking it.  I pulled his hole open and drove my tongue inside him.  He jutted his butt back in my face.  I reached through his legs and took hold of his cock and used it to pull his asshole back tighter against my face.  I was completely content with eating his spectacular ass while I simply stroked his cock.  I was in love with his butt; it was that perfect. 

Something compelled me to stand up; there was no thought of fucking him, except for far out fantasy, but I wanted to feel his butt against my own manhood.  I barely made contact when Brady reached around for my cock and laid it in the crack of his ass then clasped my hip to pull me in tighter.

"Just don't stick it in me," he said as me humped his gorgeous buns against my cock. 

Oh, Fuck, I thought, this is as close as I would ever come.  I clasped his hips and began humping his butt, sliding my cock up and down the crack.  Occasionally I drew back and shoved my cock down to go between his legs and I could feel the head punching his heavy balls.  But the best was in his ass crack, and he seemed to like me doing that.  We both got into it, him as much as me.  He was really going at it, moaning softly, and I wondered if he might take my cock inside him, in a moment of passion.  But I would never find out--and he never did--because things heated up so much that I lost control and shot my load up across his back and shoulders and even got some on the back of his head. It was a stupendous load, and I could tell he felt it.  I guess I wasn't aware that he'd been jacking off the whole time, till he groaned that he was cumming too.

"Turn around," I said.

He turned around as I dropped to my knees, just in time to get a couple of spurts of warm cum all over my face before I captured his cock with my mouth.  I finished him off, sucked him dry, then swallowed it.  He was gasping for air and his legs were shaking so bad that he slid down the shower wall and sat down.  I sat too, with our legs intertwined.

"Damn, where do you learn all of this shit?" he asked, laughing.

"I never did that before, I made it up as I went along," I said.

"Whew!  You found places that feel good that I didn't even know I had."

"There are more I could show you, but I don't think you would let me."

"More, where?"

"Well, a full, open mouth kiss can almost get you off," I said.  "And you know how I like to get fucked…..that's because there are places inside."

 

"You're right, I don't think I'm ready for that."

"When you are……."

"I don't think I will be.  But, Man, I wouldn't mind doing this again.  Come on, we better get outta the shower if we’re gonna hit the gym so I can show you around."  He got to his feet and turned off the water.  We got out and dried off.  I had the Sheriff’s old jock and pulled it on before my short cotton shorts and a tank top.  Brady wore similar workout gear.

“How’d you get out of practice, anyway?” he asked once we were in his Jeep.

“I’ve got an in with my coach,” I told him.  Man, it felt good sitting in his Jeep beside him with the cover off and the wind whipping around us.

“I just bet you do…,” he chuckled.

I was surprised when we headed out of town. I thought it would be a place in town.  "Where is this gym?" I asked.

"I'll show you."  He smiled.  "Trust me, a place like this wouldn’t be located in this town."

“It sounds like something pretty special.  Thanks for agreeing to take me and show me around.  I bet you know lots more about weight training than my PE teacher or my coaches.”

“It’s no big deal.  I was planning on working out today anyway.  But maybe you could help me out some time?”

“Oh yeah, anytime.  Not that there’s much I could help you with other than getting off,” I told him.

“Well, I appreciate that kind of help an awful lot but…  One of my Marine buddies is coming to visit next week.  Sheriff Walker gave me a couple of days off to show him around.  He’s a really good guy and I think you’d like him.  I’d like you to meet ’im.”

“You mean meet him, or, you know, meet him?”  I pictured the guy as another Brady and it was making my cock expand.

“Both.  I was thinking… you remember my baton?  I was thinking we could try it again but with a live weapon this time.”

“Fuck, Brady, now I’m gonna have to wait in the car ‘cause my cock’s so hard.”

“Tuck it up under your waistband and save it for later.  We’ll hit the weights and go back to my place for the cardio.  And I don't have a treadmill," he added with a sly grin.

“I have a feeling I’m gonna enjoy the cardio more than the workout,” I said with a smirk.

Brady was obviously well known at the gym.  Even if he wasn't, a guy like that walks into a gym, everybody wants to get to know him.  The place was in a seedy part of town, down an alley, then down some stairs that led into what could only be described as a dungeon.  It wasn't totally hard core, there was a lot of good, new equipment, but it had the atmosphere. It looked like an old wine cellar--maybe was at one time--with low, vaulted, brick ceilings and brick-and-stone pillars. There were small tables around with clean towels and bottles of water. The lighting was dim, almost like candlelight.  As I took it in I noticed it was all men and boys.  I hadn't seen any sign that said Men Only. 

The lighting was even dimmer at one end where there was a large pool.  Not a swimming pool, more like a grotto with a whirlpool.  The lockers were back there too, along one wall.  It was hard to see till we were back there, guys at the lockers, changing or dressing.  The showers were situated in little alcoves on the opposite wall.  They were wide open, no doors or curtains.

"Man, how did you find this place?"

"It's by word of mouth.  They don't advertise."

"Is it men only?  I don't see any females."

"Men and boys only," he said.

I didn't have a locker of course so Brady opened his and said I could use it.  Suddenly I felt like a total fool.  I'd completely forgotten about workout clothes!  I blushed with embarrassment at having to admit that to Brady.  What kind of jock would he think I was.

"Brady, all I've got in the way of workout clothes is the jockstrap I'm wearing."

"That'll work," he said.

"Are you serious?" I said, looking around.  "I don't see anybody else in just a jockstrap."

"Rule is you can't work out naked, for the safety of the family jewels.  Wearing a jock ain't naked.  Don't worry, I've seen guys before work out in their jockstraps.  And trust me, a lot of guys in here ain't gonna mind."

I was still nervous about it, but I took his word for it.  While he stripped down and pulled on his workout shorts, I stripped down to my jock; or Jack's jock.  It didn't take me as long and I looked around at the grotto and the unique showers. There was something erotic, forbidden, about the place and the way it was so dimly lit.

"Well, let's have at it.  I'm working legs and chest today," Brady said as he closed his locker door.

"Okay, I'll work whatever you're working," I said.

"I don't think we can do that here," he whispered with a tight grin.

"I didn't mean that," I said, flushing with embarrassment. 

I hadn't seen his workout shorts till just then. They were regulation Marine PT shorts, light gray, they fit short and snug because of his size.  The bold red Marine emblem on the left leg was easy to read, the way the soft material was stretched around his massive thigh.  His beer can cock created an impressive bulge in front, held up in place by a jockstrap that I hadn't seen either but I could see the black waistband peeking out above his shorts.  He had his workout log that he'd taken from his locker and he was flipping through it. 

I followed Brady's lead as we alternated between legs and chest.  When I had finished my second set on the bench press and we were adding his weights back onto the bar, I apologized for holding him back.

"You're not holding me back."

"I'm slowing you down," I said.  "We have to change the weights between every set because you're lifting so much more than I can."

"We're not in a race for time, Kenny," he scoffed.  "Now shut up and add the plates."

When the bar was loaded with what I thought was an insane amount of weight I started to take my towel off the bench so Brady could spread his out.  There were signs everywhere, if you worked out without a shirt you had to use a towel on the equipment.  He told me to leave mine.

"Sweat's sweat, it don't matter whose it is," he said as he laid back on the bench.

It didn't matter to me whose sweat it was either; I was enjoying the sheen of sweat that was making the big guy's muscles shine.  I stepped up on the spotter's platform at the head of the bench and took a ready stance.  "Me spotting you is pretty stupid, really.  If you can't get the bar up, there's no way I can."

"Yeah, but together we can," he said.  Mostly, I stood there watching his massive chest muscles bulge under the strain. 

After bench presses we switched to the squat rack.  Brady started out with the empty bar then I took my turn at warmups.  Then we started loading the bar.  We put so much weight on it I had to joke about having to call over someone to help him press it up.

He laughed and flipped me off.  He didn't need help.  Again, I stood behind him with my hands on his waist for an assist, but again, that was mostly to have my hands on his bare muscles.  I did give him a little assist to make it look good. 

"Fuck, those legs could move a mountain," I said as he racked the bar.

He just laughed and started taking some of the plates off for my set. 

"And these legs could move ant hills," I joked as I did my set.

"Stop putting yourself down, you're built better than most guys your age, and better than a lot of older guys in here."

"I'm not putting myself down, I'm just comparing myself to you."

"Stop doing that, too."  He leaned just a little closer and softly said, “Don’t you know I like the way you look?” 

I couldn’t meet his eyes and I felt the blush radiating all the way up from my chest.

The workout went well. We worked well together, and it was fun as well as deeply gratifying to be able to ogle Brady's beautiful body without anyone thinking anything about it.  I wasn't the only one. 

We were back to chest and I had left Brady doing close grip bench presses to go to the fountain for a drink. I stood behind another boy bent over taking a drink, eyeing his fine ass wrapped in a pair of dark blue workout shorts, and his impressive shoulders.  He finished and raised up, swiping his mouth with his arm as he stepped out of the way.  I noticed he stood and waited on me.

"Is he your older brother?" the boy asked as he went with me back towards Brady.

"No, just a friend," I said.  It seemed a little strange that he’d asked since I was so obviously part Asian and Brady was so obviously not.

"He's really built.  I never seen muscles like that on anybody."  I noted the deep appreciation in the boy's voice, but more noticeable was the way his eyes followed every move the man made, taking in every ripple of every muscle.

"Godd, he's almost beautiful," he said in a whisper.  Then he suddenly looked at me, a little wide eyed and a little embarrassed.  I didn't think he had intended to say it out loud.

"I shouldn't have said that," he said nervously.

"Not where he can hear you," I said, laughing.  I lingered back from Brady on purpose, having gotten the vibes from the kid that there was more than he wanted to let on in his appreciation for Brady's muscular build.  We watched him for a moment. 

"Godd," he said softly. It was like he was barely able to control himself.

When he glanced at me again I smiled.  "It's okay, we play on the same team," I said under my breath.

His eyes widened.  "Are you serious?  Him?"

"Well, he's not exactly on varsity but he sometimes likes to play junior varsity," I said as we moved closer to the bench where Brady was.

"Oh my god, I think I've just paid a membership to heaven.  I just hope I can get to look like him someday."

We didn't realize Brady had overheard till he racked the bar and sat up.

"Don't," he said to the boy, shaking his finger, causing a scared look to come across his face.  "Don't try to be somebody else.  Contrary to the old saying, we are not all created equal.  We don't have the same genes, or the same opportunities, or the same desires to succeed, or fail.  You be who you are, just be the best you can be.  That's all your body is going to let you be anyway."

"Wow, I…..thanks, I never thought of it like that," the boy said, with an awed look.

I thought it was pretty deep myself, and I was a little surprised to hear Brady say it.

"What's your name?"  Brady asked him.

"Tim."

"Brady," he said, holding out his hand.

I saw how the boy's eyes focused on Brady's massive arm.  "Kenny."  I put out my hand as well.

"Are you here with anybody?" Brady asked him.

"No.  By myself. I just finally saved up the money for a membership.  I really don't know my way around very well."

"Well, three's a crowd when you're working out, but you're welcome to hang close and watch.  We're about done, though."

"Thanks, that'd be great!"  Tim said excitedly.  "I know I could learn a lot watching you guys."

"Don't watch me too closely if you expect to learn anything, watch him," I said.

"He's trying to be modest," Brady said, punching my arm.  "He's actually fishing for compliments on his body."

"I am not," I said, embarrassed.

Tim followed us around like a puppy for the rest of our workout and I was pleased that Brady even included him by letting him take a turn at whatever we were doing. At the end he grabbed up his towel to wipe his face but quickly threw it at me.

"This towel smells like you, you've got mine," he growled.  "Time for the steam room."

"I've never been in a steam room," I said. 

"Neither have I,"  said Tim.

Again, Brady included Tim; at the steam room he tossed his towel in the bin and picked up three clean ones and handed one to me and one to Tim.  I could tell how pleased the boy was that Brady was inviting him to go in with us.

Inside the steam room, two small recessed bulbs offered the only light, and visibility was low through the billowing steam that hissed out of the valves.  I could see two male forms, silhouettes really, one standing against the wall and the other sitting on the tiered benches at one end.  There was movement as we approached and I thought we might have interrupted something. The gym was all male but I couldn't see any telling signs that it was a gay gym.

 Closer, they became more recognizable as men as my eyes adjusted to the conditions.  

Brady sat at the end of the bench but slid over to make room for Tim.  I sat on Brady's other side.  I wondered what was going through the boy's mind now that he knew a little bit of truth about the big Marine.  I wondered how much Brady had overheard, and what was going through his mind.  We sat soaking up the heat with sweat popping out of every pore.  After a few minutes the other guy got up from the bench and left.  The other guy followed him. I was sure we had interrupted something.  Then out of the blue came Tim's timid voice.

"Sir, w-would you let me feel your muscles?"

I couldn't believe the kid's balls!  I heard Brady's snort of laughter and I sort of froze, waiting for his reply.

"Well, they're pretty sweaty, but sure, go ahead and feel 'em if you want to."

"I don't mind, I like them sweaty," he said as he put one hand on Brady's arm. He felt up and down the side of his arm then wrapped both hands around his bicep. "I can't even touch my fingers around your arm," he said.

Brady smiled then twisted around to the boy.  "Let's see if I can touch my fingers around yours." 

"With one hand, probably," Tim said, his excitement evident in his voice.

"Couple of years, I won't be able to," Brady said.  "Just keep working them."

With the sudden boost in his comfort level, Tim flattened his hand on Brady's chest.  He moved his hand back and forth across the wide expanse of thick muscle and I knew what that did to Brady's nipples.  Then he moved his hand down his stomach, but not too low. I saw his other hand come onto his thigh.  Brady's thigh was so thick that the boy's hand lay almost flat.

"Godd, you're so hard," Tim said.  "I can't hardly make a dent in your leg muscles with my fingers."

"If you keep doing this, you're gonna feel more hard," Brady said.

"Oh, I….."  I actually heard the boy swallow.  "I w-wouldn't c-care, really."

With that, Brady put his arm across Tim's shoulder and pulled him in tight.  Seconds later I saw Tim's hand move up Brady's thigh.  I heard Brady's soft moan as the small hand wrapped around the rising shaft.

"Man, I don't know if you're even old enough to be in this gym," Brady muttered.

"How old do you want me to be?" the boy asked.

"Fuck, kid, I don't care.  They sold you a membership, you got a right to be here as much as anybody."  There was a tremor in his voice, no doubt from the boy's hand moving up and down his cock.

My own cock was standing up as well and I knew Tim's must be throbbing. He indeed was in heaven.  I wasn't sure about where we were, though.  If it wasn't a gay gym, somebody could come in and be grossly offended.  But Brady was letting it happen.  I waited for a couple of minutes then leaned over and took Brady's cock in my mouth.  He moaned and leaned back.  Tim and I worked in tandem with my mouth and his hand.  After a moment I raised up a little and took over with my hand, as an invitation for Tim to go down on him.  He was hesitant, and I suddenly realized that this was probably his very first encounter with another male. I leaned down and gave the wet meat a few licks then looked up at him.

"Oh, Godd," he murmured as he leaned over.  He wasn't tentative about putting his mouth around the wide head but he didn't go down very far.  I reached over and put my hand on his shoulder as a gesture of encouragement and drew my hand up to the back of his head.  He was already bobbing up and down, sucking, giving probably his first blowjob.

"Which one of you guys wants to get fucked first?"

Tim lifted his head with a look of total shock, but only I could see it.  I smiled and raised my eyebrows.  I didn't know if he got my message so I made it clearer.

"I think Tim does," I said.

"Oh, fuck," he gasped as Brady's arm moved down his back and his hand on his butt. 

Tim sat up. As I continued sucking Brady's cock I could see Tim squirming around, I knew on Brady's hand, and a moment later I knew he was squirming around on his finger.  When Brady twisted around and put his big hands around Tim's tiny waist, I rose up to get out of the way.

"Ohhh," Tim moaned softly as he was lifted bodily from the bench. 

"Bring your legs up around me," Brady told him as he held him up. 

Tim brought his legs up around Brady's waist and Brady let him down so his cock was sticking up along the crack of his ass.  Tim squirmed around against the thick fuck pole till Brady lifted him up again.  He was handling the boy like a live doll.

"Now just sit down, real slow and easy," Brady told him.

"I've never done this before," Tim said, his voice quivering.

"That's a temporary thing in everybody's life," Brady said as he eased the boy gently down back onto his cock.  I reached over for the cock and found the crack of the boy's descending butt and guided the two together.

"Feel it on target?"  Brady asked.

"Y-yess!"

"Okay, you're in charge," Brady said, but still held onto Tim's waist.

Tim wrapped his arms around Brady's bull neck and eased down a little.  I think he thought Brady's cock was in him, the way he bowed his back and moved up and down.  Brady's triceps bulged out as he stopped him and put pressure downward.  He didn't let him go back up, but kept pressing down.  Tim caught on and I could tell he was concentrating on completing the penetration.  Suddenly his eyes popped and his mouth flew open.

"Oh, GODD!"  he cried out and hugged himself tightly against Brady's upper body.  "Godd, it's in!" he whispered.

"Sure is," Brady said,  "and you took it just fine."

"I d-don't know if I…..Ohhh…..Ohh, Geezusss!"

"Sure you can.  You want it, and that's half the battle," Brady said.  "Don't fight it.  Don't fight yourself.  Just let your weight down and let it slide up in you."

I reached over and began rubbing Tim's back.  His muscles were tight and hard from the strain of trying to keep himself from being impaled on the thick cock.

"I know it hurts, but you see how good my finger felt in your ass.  My cock's going to feel a hundred times better.  But only if you want it.  If you don't think you can do it, we'll stop and I'll fuck Kenny.  I know he can take me, he's done it lots of times."

Oh, you're good, I thought, baiting the boy like that.

Tim took a moment to work up his courage, then with a deep breath of air, he let his weight down, impaling himself completely on Brady's big cock.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered, and he kept saying it, "Oh, Fuck….Oh, fuck…I don't believe I did it…..ohh, fuck."

Brady didn't give him much time to recover. He started moving, rocking his hips back and forth, fucking his cock around inside his virgin ass.  "Take over when you feel like it," he told him, but again, he didn't give him much time to decide if he felt like it.  His huge arms bulged as he eased the boy up then let him back down in his first fuck motion.  Tim groaned and hugged Brady tight.  Brady did it a few more times.

"Do you wanta stop?" he whispered in his ear.

"No!  No, I……fuck, you're so big!  But I'm getting used to it.  I want you to fuck me. I've wanted to be fucked for so long, I don't want to stop."

Brady gradually set a rhythm and Tim quickly picked up on it and they were moving in perfect motion with each other.  Tim was doing as much fucking himself as Brady was, pushing up with his legs and letting himself back down, gradually picking up speed. I watched and caressed Tim's sweat slick body all over.

"If you were turned around I would suck your cock while you're getting fucked for the first time."

"You wanta do that?" Brady asked him. 

"Y-yesss."

Brady lifted him up and turned him around, standing in front of him.   Then he took him by the waist and guided him back onto his cock.  Tim settled his butt snugly onto Brady's loins and put his hands on his legs and began fucking himself again.  I got on my knees between his legs and began sucking his cock.  It must have been a shock to feel my mouth on his cock, from the squeal he let out.  I deep throated him and he squealed again.

From behind I heard, "Fuck, yeah!"  We had company.  The man came around and sat where I'd been sitting. I thought to myself, what a great initiation for Tim, getting fucked and sucked at the same time, and now with an audience.  Suddenly the man got up and moved around behind me.  I thought he might be wanting to fuck me and I wasn't going to let that happen. But instead he laid on the floor on his back and started rimming me.  I moaned around Tim's cock.

"I'm gonna cum….real quick!" Tim said, clasping my head in his hands.  I didn't know if he was going to hold my head in place or push me away, but I kept sucking.

"Go ahead, shoot it, he'll take it," Brady told him.  "And brace yourself, cause I'm ready, too."

"In me?  Are you gonna shoot it up inside me?"

"Damn right," Brady said.

Cum started spewing into my mouth like a miniature geyser.  The boy was a virtual fountain of semen, sweet nectar of a virgin.  I was cupping Brady's balls in one hand and I felt his gushing up too.  Tim let out a little yelping squeal as he was shot full of man juice for the first time.  The guy under me slid up and pulled my cock down into his mouth.  Just in time.  I didn't know I was so close till I felt his warm mouth.

With it finished, the steam suddenly got to me.  I could hardly breathe. 

"Fuck, I gotta get some air," I said as I stood up and went for the door.  Steam billowed out and formed a cloud as I sucked in the cool, fresh air.  I was still tasting the boy's cum.  Fuck, he tasted good.  A moment later Brady came out with Tim in tow.  He had a goofy smile on his face, looked like he was in a happy stupor, not quite grasping what'd happened to him.  He reached back to swipe at the cum running out of his ass as Brady guided him to the showers.

I was so pleased the way Brady treated him afterwards, so tenderly, like he was his little brother or something. And Tim was eating it up.  The moon-eyed, worshipful look never left his face.  I thought he was going to follow us home.  But we told him goodbye, with phone numbers and no promises for a repeat, although Brady told him he would probably see him again at the gym.

"Well, that was quite a workout," Brady said as we were leaving the gym.

"One he won't ever forget," I said.

"He was a hot little fuck.  And, shit, a virgin!"

"You like virgin boys," I said with a grin.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about getting a job at the boys' club, there must be dozens of boy virgins there, just waiting to be had," he said jokingly. 

"There, maybe, but I don't know about waiting to be had," I said.

He laughed.  "I'm glad you could come with me today"

"Yeah, so am I. 

"Listen, don't mention to the Sheriff about today, okay?"

"No reason why I should.  But why, you don't want him to know you like fucking boys?" I chided him.

"Hey, I'm guessing, no assuming, the kid was eighteen.  He had a membership.  If he wasn't, he'd probably have to have an adult with him."

"Whatever," I said with a shrug and a grin.

“You’re my favorite boy to fuck,” he said with a grin.  “Next time I’ll show you the sparring room.  We can wrestle in our jocks.” 

Just the idea had me getting hard and I hoped we were still on for the cardio back at his place.

To be continued... 

Posted: 03/09/12