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Locker Room Workout

By: T@nman



When I'm traveling on the job, I stay at hotels that have a fitness center on-site. Once I find a hotel that meets my needs for room amenities, fitness center, location, etc., I tend to become a regular customer. And you learn who the other regular customers are and who is a regular user of the fitness center.

Late one evening, four of us were finishing our workout sessions. Kurt, Chris, Jon and I are nodding acquaintances. We all travel on the job and over the past year or so have gotten to know each other a little as we work out together whenever we stop over at this hotel. None of us are fitness fanatics and none of us have chiseled abs or buff bodies, but each of us like to stay in shape.

I had showered and was sitting in front of my locker, putting my gear away. I had a towel around my waist. I was trying to rub my right shoulder, when Kurt came out of the shower. He was drying himself off as he walked over to his locker. "What's wrong? Did you pull something?" he asked. 

I replied, "I've got a muscle that just knotted up. It'll be o.k." I was stretching my arm when Kurt said, "Let me see if I can help." He walked over beside me, dropped his towel on the bench, and started to massage my shoulder and upper arm. I commented that I wished the fitness center Trainer worked later hours. 

Kurt said, "You know, I bet we could use the massage table in the Trainer's Room. Let's go see if the room is open." I turned and looked up at him. He looked down at me and smiled. His cock and balls were dangling inches from my face. He had a pretty good looking package - a thick cut cock and a pair of plump balls all nestled in curly brown hair.

We walked to the Trainer's Room. Kurt was carrying his towel and I adjusted mine around my waist. The room was open. The massage table had a clean sheet on it and some oils were on a stand nearby. "Lie down. I'll massage that knot out of your shoulder." I lay down on the table. I adjusted my towel to cover my ass. The only light in the room was coming through the door from the locker room. I heard a bottle clink as Kurt put some massage oil on his hands. As he started to knead and rub my shoulder, I heard one of the showers turn off. I heard someone walk into the room and say, "What's going on?" I looked up as Kurt replied, "Hi, Jon. We're just unknotting a muscle here."

I heard the last shower stop and a couple of minutes later, Chris came into the Trainer's Room. "Need some help?"

"Nah," Kurt replied, "We've just about got this muscle unknotted." I heard someone step closer to the table, then I felt another pair of hands on my back. I heard a towel drop and felt a third pair of hands, only they were on one of my legs. Kurt moved around to the head of the table and started to massage my shoulders with both hands. The other four hands started to massage my back and one leg. The towel over my ass was removed and the hands on my back moved down to my ass and the hands on my leg moved up to my thigh. Pretty soon, fingers were sliding into my ass crack and brushing against my cock and balls. I heard a voice say, "Time to roll over." With that, six hands rolled me over onto my back. My cock flopped against my thigh.

"That's nice tool." And a hand squeezed my cock. Kurt was still standing at the head of the massage table. I looked up at his cockhead. I tilted my head back, extended my tongue and licked the tip. Kurt leaned forward and fed his meat into my mouth. His balls rested on my nose. I massaged the underside of his cock with my tongue as his cock grew to fill my mouth. I let his cock slip out my mouth. His semi-hard cock bobbed up towards his stomach. "Move around to the side so I can better suck you." Kurt moved around to the side. I turned my head and sucked his now hard cock into my mouth. I cupped his balls in one hand.

I felt my cock being lifted and then I felt a warm breath as a pair of lips slipped over my cockhead. They slipped the length of my semi-erect cock and I felt a nose push into my pubic hair. I stopped sucking Kurt long enough to look around. Jon was standing beside the table. He was stroking his long, slim cock. Chris was bobbing his head up and down my cock. He stopped long enough to look at me. He then ran his tongue around my cockhead and tickled the underside with his tongue. I like that, it is a cock stiffener. Kurt pulled out of my mouth. As he moved towards the foot of the massage table, he leaned down and gave Jon's cock a quick suck. I motioned to Jon to come closer. I took his cock in my hand and guided to my mouth. I circled his cockhead with my tongue and then licked the length of his cock to his balls. I pulled him closer so I could suck his balls. As I gently sucked and rolled one of his balls in my mouth, I felt Chris pull his mouth off my cock. A new hand grasped my cock and a new tongue licked my balls. One of my balls slipped into the new mouth as the hand stroked my cock. Chris moved around to the side of the table. Kurt let my ball slip out of his mouth. He licked the length of my cock, sucked the cockhead, then plunged his mouth down the length of my cock. He clamped his lips tight around my cock and pressed his tongue against the underside of my cock as he pulled back up to my cockhead. He did this several times - a plunge down and a hard suck back up. Kurt was a better at cocksucking than he was at massage.

I was enjoying sucking on Jon's slim smooth cock. His balls lay in the palm of my hand. I slid a finger back and pressed his puckered asshole. Jon stood there a moment, then pulled out of my mouth. he walked to the end of the table and tapped Kurt on the shoulder. Kurt moved around to the side of the table and Jon leaned in and joined him on my cock. One was licking and one was sucking. Kurt moved off and Jon took over. Jon placed the side of his face on my stomach. He slid his lips down my cock and sucked. He didn't slide back and forth, he just sucked like he was drinking through a straw. He gently played with my balls and my cock moved deeper in his mouth as he sucked.

Kurt had moved to the end of the table. He picked up my legs and pulled so my ass was near the edge of the table. He tried to hold my legs with one hand as he slid his other hand between my thighs. I propped one leg on the corner of the table and Jon, who never missed a stroke or suck, reached up and held the other leg up. Kurt slid his hand between my ass cheeks and I felt a finger press against my asshole. Kurt removed his hand, I heard a bottle clink and then an oil covered finger moved up to massage my asshole.

Chris was stroking himself as he watched. I looked at him, licked my lips and opened my mouth. He walked over and slid his cock into my mouth. I let him slide it in as far as it would go, then I clamped my lips tight around it, pressed my tongue hard against the underside and began to blow him like Kurt blew me. As I sucked off Chris I relaxed as a finger slid up my asshole. The finger slid in and out and rotated around. Soon it was joined by a second finger. Jon had stopped sucking my cock and was slowly stroking me. I felt a third finger pressing to get into my ass. I wasn't too sure about that. Two felt good, but I adjusted my hips a bit and the third finger slowly slipped into place and stretched my asshole even further. As I lay like this with a cock in my mouth, three fingers up my ass, and my cock in the hands of someone else, all I could hear was heavy breathing.

Jon dropped my cock and Kurt pulled his fingers out of my ass with a pop. I heard movement at the end of the table. I heard the clink of a bottle, then my legs were raised, I felt a finger touch my asshole, then I felt Jon's cockhead pressing into it. I sucked hard on Chris' cock and tried to relax my asshole. The three finger stretching made things easier. Jon's lubed cockhead pressed against my asshole then, with only a little resistance, it slipped through the ring of my sphincter. Jon stopped a moment so I could get used to having his cock in me. It felt good. He started to slowly push and in a moment I felt his pubic hair brush my ass cheeks. He pulled almost all the way out then pushed deep again. "He's got a nice tight ass." Here I was, impaled on a cock in my ass and a cock in my mouth. A nice position to be in! Jon began to slide his cock back out of my ass. He pulled back until his cockhead was pulling against my sphincter ring, then he began a slow sawing in-and-out motion. As Jon picked up the pace, I sucked faster and harder on Chris' cock. Soon Jon's swinging balls were hitting my ass Jon said he didn't want to cum right then, so he slowed down. Chris pulled his cock out of my mouth and walked towards the end of the table. I looked down the table as Chris oiled his cock. Jon's cock slipped out of my asshole with a soft pop. He stepped back and Chris stepped up to my ass. He put my legs on his shoulders and he held my cock with one hand while he guided his lubed up cock into my ass. Chris' cock was thicker than Jon's. He pushed his cockhead slowly through my muscle ring. There was some pain as my hole stretched but when his cockhead passed the ring, Chris didn't stop. He slid his cock balls deep up my ass. He stopped a minute so my asshole could adjust. He pulled back and set up a steady fucking motion. "Jon's right, this is a tight ass." Chris' hand slipped down to squeeze my balls and Jon took my cock in his hand and started to jack me. Kurt had been watching all of this. I reached over, grabbed his cock and pulled him over to me. I raised up on one elbow and wrapped my lips around his cockhead. Kurt's cock was so thick it filled my mouth. If it had been any thicker, it would have stretched my lips. I clamped my lips around his cock, slid as much of his cock into my mouth as could take, pressed my tongue against the bottom of his cock and started to suck him like he had sucked me earlier. Kurt asked, "Is his ass is a tight as his mouth is right now?" Chris replied, "Yes, I think it is, because he was really sucking my cock like that" Kurt replied that, if that was the case, then he was really going to enjoy fucking my ass, because I was practically sucking his nuts out through his cock. I slipped my hand between his legs, squeezed his balls lightly, then pushed my index finger up his ass.

Kurt said, "Move out of the way. I want that ass." Chris pulled out in one long stroke. "We better lube his ass well and really lube your cock, Kurt. I looked down and Jon was sucking Kurt's cock. I felt something cold and smooth being pressed against my asshole. Then I felt the neck of the massage oil bottle slide up my ass. The bottle was tipped up and pulled out. Oil ran down my ass crack and splattered all over my cock and balls. I looked over and Jon and he was pouring and rubbing oil on Kurt's cock. Kurt said, "Let me step to the plate. My bat is hot and I'm ready to play." I was a little concerned that Kurt was push his cock into my ass in one stroke, but he slowly pushed his cockhead into my ass. He would push a fraction then stop so my ring could stretch. It hurt, but it hurt good. I couldn't wait to feel his cock buried to his balls in my ass. As his cockhead popped through the ring, the pain eased. He slowly shoved his cock into my ass. I felt his hair against my ass. Kurt's cock was not a long as Jon's but the thickness of it felt like I was stuffed to my throat. Kurt rested a minute, then began a slow steady fucking motion. Jon was jacking his own cock. Chris took my oily cock in his had and started to lightly stroke it. All I heard was panting. I tried to clamp my asshole tight around Kurt's cock. He picked up the pace and as his cock pistoned in and out of my ass, Kurt would grunt and his balls would slap against my ass when he hit the "bottom" of the piston stroke. I tightened the muscles in my ass cheeks. I heard him say, "I'm going to blow!" He pulled his cock out, grabbed it with a hand and started to beat his meat. He groaned, "I'm cumming!" A gob of warm cum hit my shoulder and another landed on my chest. Little wads were spattered all over my stomach. Kurt continued to cum as he stroked his cock. He was rubbing his cock against mine and spreading his cum over my cock and balls. He finally leaned forward and licked a wad of his cum off of my stomach. Chris and Jon were standing on opposite sides of the table. They were both furiously beating their cocks. Chris arched his back and shouted, "Here I cum!' "I'm right behind you!" yelled Jon. They both started unloading and shooting gobs of cum onto my chest and stomach. They stroked their cocks until the last drop was on me. They leaned across the table and kissed. Chris took Jon's cock in his hand and stroked it slowly. Jon reached down and touched my cock. "Look at that boner. We've got to take care of that." Jon stepped to the end of the table, wiped some of the cum off my stomach and coated his cock with it. He lifted my legs and bent them so my knees were near my chest. Kurt reached down and guided Jon's cum lubed cock to my asshole. Jon slid his long, smooth slim cock up my ass until his balls were pressed against my ass. He stopped and continued to press deep into my ass. Kurt and Chris each held one of my ankles in a hand. With their free hands, one fondled my balls and the other jacked my cock. My cock stiffened even more and as my balls tightened, I blew my load of cum onto my stomach where mixed with theirs. Jon sipped his cock out of my ass and slid in next to my cock. He took both cocks in one hand and squeezed them together. He released them after a minute and stepped back and lowered my legs. The three of them moved me back up so my legs were on back on the massage table.

The only sound in the room was the four of us panting. Finally, Kurt squeezed my shoulder, "Thanks for the piece of your ass and sucking my cock so well, man." With that, he walked out of the room and we heard a shower turn on. Chris put his hand on my face, "Yeah, thanks." He walked out and another shower turned on. Jon took my hand and placed his cock in it. I wrapped my hand around it as he wrapped his hand around my cock. We held each other for a moment, then Jon said, "That was great. I want to see you again. I want you to fuck my ass and I want to suck your cock until you cum." Jon leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I heard another shower turn on.

I lay on the table until the three showers stopped and everyone had gotten dressed. I held my cum coated cock and balls in my hands. When it was quiet in the locker room, I sat up, then got off the table. I walked into the locker room. I looked at myself in the full length mirror which was by the locker room door. My cock was semi-hard. It was shiny with its' coating of cum. Wads and gobs of cum were clinging to my pubic and chest hairs. Cum was smeared over my stomach and cum had run down my thighs from all the cum that Kurt had shot on my cock and balls. 

Out of curiousness, I turned my back to the mirror, bent over, looked between my legs, and spread my ass cheeks. My asshole was gaping open from the stretching and reaming that it had taken. I stood back up and turned around and looked at myself again in the mirror. I was a mess, but a well and fully fucked mess. I walked into the shower. As I lathered and washed myself, I thought about Jon's invitation. The thought made my cock twitch and start to rise. After I showered, I noticed that my shoulder felt o.k. A massage will do that.

Locker Room Workout  Ch. 2



It was only Monday afternoon and already it felt as if I had been running since the day began. It was going to be a really long week, if this pace kept up. I hoped I would be able to grab some time to relax.

I left home before 6:00 a.m. and had made five follow up visits on clients between 7:30 a.m. and Noon. The afternoon was even busier - seven stops and I didn't finish the last one until 6:00 p.m.

I finally got to my hotel about 6:30. I was really looking forward to getting checked in and then hitting the fitness center. The check in went quickly. I punched the up button on the elevator.

I watched the indicator lights flash as the elevator descended from the upper floors. I stepped back as the door opened. Jon, whom I had met before stepped out. He had his running gear on. "Hi, Brad, just got in, huh."

"Hi Jon, yes, just got here. I'm going up and change and hit the fitness center."

"Maybe I'll see you later, then."

Jon strode across the lobby and then began to jog as he reached the parking lot. I changed as quickly as I could and then went to the fitness center. I warmed with some stretching and walking on a treadmill. No one else was in the room so I was able to workout on all of the stations on the exercise machine.

After cooling down with some more time on the treadmill and stretching, I decided to return to my room and shower instead of using the fitness center showers.

When I got back to my room, I stripped out of my sweaty workout clothes and wrapped a towel around my waist. Then I decided to ring Jon's room and see if he might want to eat dinner together. I asked the hotel operator to ring Jon's room. It was funny, but I could hear a phone ringing in the room next door. It rang several times before Jon answered.

"Hello, Jon, it's Brad. Have you had dinner."

"No. not yet."

"Neither have I. Do you want to go someplace and catch a bite."

"Sure, but I want to take a quick shower first. Why don't you drop by in fifteen or so."

"Sure, Jon. What room are you in?"

"716."

"Hey, you are right next door. I'm in 718."

""Just a minute." I heard Jon lay the phone down then I heard the lock on his side of the connecting door click. "Come on through when you are ready."

"O.K. Just a minute Jon. I put the phone down and walked over to the connecting door. I unlocked the connecting door on my side and opened it. Jon had opened the door on his side.

Jon's running shoes were lying on the floor and Jon was across the room at the desk. He was holding the phone. His t-shirt was hanging over the desk chair.

I walked back to my phone. "How would you like to have someone wash your back?"

"Sounds good. My shower or yours?"

"Makes no difference to me. Yours will be fine."

I hung up the phone and walked into Jon's room. He had turned to face the door. As I entered, he pushed his running shorts down and stepped out of them. He turned his back as he bent down to pick them up. My cock twitched and I licked my lips as I looked at his hairy ball sac and suckable balls dangling below his ass. After hanging his shorts over the back of the desk chair, he turned towards me again.

I looked at his crotch and at his long slim cock that felt so good in my ass that night in the locker room in another hotel. "You are looking good, man." I took off my towel. My cock was semi-hard in anticipation of things to come.

"You're looking good too. Let's get reacquainted while we shower."

Jon turned towards the bathroom. I followed. Once the water temperature was adjusted, Jon stepped into the shower and I followed. Jon picked up the bar of soap and started lathering up. He handed me the soap. I lathered my arms and chest as Jon watched.

"Give me the soap. If you'll turn around, I'll wash your back first." I turned to face the shower wall. Jon started at my shoulders and neck and worked his way down my back. When he got to my butt, he slipped a soapy hand between my legs.

I felt his fingers brush against my balls. As he pulled his hand back, his fingertips slid across my pucker. Jon worked up more lather on his hands. He put his arms around me and began to lather my chest and stomach. He pulled me back against himself as his hands slipped down to my crotch.

As he took my cock in his hand, I felt his cock brush against my butt. My cock was beginning to harden as Jon rubbed, pulled and twisted with his soapy hands. I spread my feet a little and leaned forward, bracing my hands on the stall wall.

Jon leaned against my back. I felt him press his slim cock between my ass cheeks. As Jon jerked me, he began to hump my ass. I could feel his cock getting harder as he probed for my asshole.

"As I remember, Brad, your ass is really tight. And, if your thick cock feels this good in my hand, I can imagine how it will feel when you fuck me."

I looked over my shoulder at him. "Well, if you want to fuck, you'd better pull your dick from between my legs and unhand me, so we can finish showering and go get some dinner.

"Let's pass on dinner, we can order something from room service later."

We separated and then rinsed off. As I toweled off, I still had a major boner. Jon's cock jutted in front of his crotch.

"Let's get comfortable." Jon led the way into his bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed as I stood in front of him and stroked my cock. He watched a minute, then slid off the bed and onto his knees in front of me.

"Come here. I want to show you something." Jon gripped my cock and pulled me up close to his face. He licked my cockhead and then he leaned forward and nuzzled my ball sac with his nose before sliding his tongue up the side of the cock shaft.

He licked my cockhead again before slipping his mouth over it. Jon took about half of my cock into his mouth. He kept his lips lightly clamped around the shaft has he began to move his head. His lips moved up and down my cock shaft and around the rim of my cockhead as my cock moved around inside his mouth.

It felt really, really good. Especially when Jon used his tongue to rub around the rim of the crown while my cock moved in and out and around inside his mouth.

"You'd better ease off, Jon, or I may blow my load." Jon slid his lips as far as he could down my cock. He then pulled his head back in a hard vacuum suck. My cock popped out of his mouth and stood erect.

"I don't know what you were doing, but, man, that feels great."

Jon grinned at me. "Oh, after I get a nice mouthful of cock, I just move my head around by tracing a figure eight with my nose."

"Well, that's something I'm going to have to learn. But get on the bed now, it's my turn."

Jon lay down and I lay beside him. I began to rub his chest and stomach and lightly pinch his nipples. I let my hand stray down to his crotch and brush his pubic hair and nudge his dick.

I then moved around and down so I could begin licking his cockhead. I held his cock upright as I ran my tongue around the rim and over the crown. "How long are you going to be in town, Jon?"

"I'm working out of here all week. Why?"

"With your permission, I plan to deep throat your long cock before Friday morning is here."

"Be my guest. I'd like that."

"Good. I've always wanted to see if I could swallow a foot long hotdog and deep throating your cock is a nice way to practice."

"I hope you won't be disappointed. I think it is only ten or eleven inches at best."

"It'll do," I laughed as I opened my mouth, put his cockhead on my tongue and swallowed as much of his cock as I comfortably could. I squirmed around so I was sort of lying with my chest across Jon's stomach. The curve of his erect cock was a close match to the curve of my throat.

I was happily licking and sucking and trying to swallow more of Jon's cock while he played with my cock and balls. Jon told me to get into a kneeling position over him. I did so as Jon pulled my cock down to his mouth.

The 69 was enjoyable but I couldn't swallow as much cock as before. I closed my mouth loosely around his cock and began moving my head in a circle. I alternated between moving my head in a circle and in running my tongue over and around his cockhead.

Jon stopped blowing me. I crawled from over him. He propped himself up on his elbows. "What were you doing to me? It felt great."

"I was just doing a circle suck. It's similar to the figure eight, only you move your head in a circle. You can vary the size of the circle, change directions and keep as much or as little cock in your mouth as you wish. And it isn't tiring. You could circle for hours, if you wish."

It was getting late. We decided to call it a night. I went back to my room and ordered a chef's salad from room service. I ate while I brought my notes about the various service calls up to date. By the time I had finished eating, I had the next day's calls organized. It had been a long day.

I had taken a quick "wake-up" shower and was just finishing shaving when there was a knock on the bathroom door. It was Jon. He was wearing a hotel furnished terry robe.

"Good Morning. When you are finished, come on over. I've made a pot of coffee."

"Good Morning. Jon. Thanks, I'd like that."

Jon turned to leave. After applying deodorant and aftershave, I slipped on my own terry robe and walked through to Jon's room. Jon was seated at the desk and sipping coffee. The only light in the room was from the television, from the alcove next to the bathroom and from the connecting door to my room.

I walked back to the alcove where the coffee maker, microwave and refrigerator were located and poured myself a cup of coffee. "Did you sleep well?" I walked over to the desk and leaned against it next to Jon.

"Pretty good, how about you?"

"O.K., but not long enough." I glanced at the TV and sipped coffee. Jon reached over and undid the belt on my robe. He slid off his chair onto his knees as he opened my robe. Then he picked up his cup, took a drink, set the cup down, swallowed, and then slipped his coffee-warmed mouth over my soft cock.

Jon buried his nose in my pubic hair as he used soft vacuum sucks. I set my cup down. As my cock stiffened, he began his figure eight motion. I looked across the room to our reflection in the mirrored closet doors.

I wondered, in how many rooms, this morning, this domestic scene, unique as it was, was being repeated. How many people were giving or getting pre-breakfast blow jobs, eating pussy or getting their pussies eaten or enjoying a wake up fuck.

Jon was cupping my balls as he licked up and down my cock shaft. "You smell and taste good, man, clean and fresh. I was hoping for some cream for my coffee, but room service will be here any minute with our breakfast."

Jon stood up and closed and tied my robe. There was a knock, "Room Service."

Jon unlocked and opened the door after checking through the peephole. The waiter carried a tray, which he set on the desk. Jon signed the check. He locked the door behind the waiter.

"I ordered ham and eggs. I hope whole wheat toast is o.k."

"That's fine." I picked up a carafe of orange juice and poured a glass for each of us. As we ate, we talked about our schedules for the day. I said I hoped to be finished early and back here by 5:00 or 5:30 at the latest. Jon said that was his plan also. I asked Jon to stand up. As he did so, I unfastened his robe, warmed my mouth with a large drink of coffee, swallowed the coffee, leaned forward in my chair, and swallowed his flaccid cock.

I stopped sucking him off after a few minutes and stood up. "I hate to eat and run, but both of us had better get a move on."

Jon surprised me by taking my head in his hands. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. "Have a great day, Brad. I'll be waiting for you this evening."

Fortunately, many of my service calls were fairly simple and the morning went quickly. I skipped lunch to write up the service reports for the morning calls. I knew what I really wanted to eat. The afternoon wasn't quite as successful. I had to get online to download some critical software and some patches for a couple of clients who hadn't kept their software up to date. But still, I was unlocking the door to my room at 5:10 p.m.

I opened the door and stepped in. Jon was sitting on the couch. He was wearing the terry robe and sipping a drink. He opened his robe and started to stroke his hard cock.

"What happened, Jon? You get tired of waiting and decide to start without me?"

Jon just smiled and continued to jack off. I walked over to him, kneeled down in front of him, put my hand over his, and helped him stroke. Jon took his hand off his cock. I slipped my hand down to give his balls a little squeeze, while with my other hand I took Jon's drink and placed it on the floor.

I pushed Jon back and to the side so he was lying more-or-less lengthwise on the couch. I moved my hand from his balls to the shaft. I held his cock as I opened my mouth and pushed my lips as far down his shaft as I could. I stopped a minute and told myself that I could open my throat and swallow it all.

I moved my hand back to Jon's balls. I lifted his sac as I pushed my cock loving mouth farther down his shaft. I wrapped a thumb and forefinger around his shaft to mark the spot. I slowly moved my head back until his cockhead slipped from between my lips.

I held his cock erect so we could see my progress. I had swallowed seven or, at most, eight inches. I had deep throated a "normal" cock, but I still had three or four inches to go before I would be able to feel Jon's pubic hair against my lips or to where I could press his ball sac against my nose.

I licked my lips and swabbed his cockhead with my tongue before I slowly "plunged" my mouth back down his cock. I pushed down to my finger and thumb then pushed a little more.

Jon was rubbing my butt through my clothes. He sort of croaked, "Go change clothes. I'll fix you a drink."

I went into the bedroom and undressed. I didn't put on my robe because I would just have to take it off again. I had so enjoyed swallowing Jon's cock, that I had given myself a nice hard-on. My jutting cock swayed as I walked back to the couch.

Jon had taken off his robe and had spread it on the couch. He was sitting down with a drink in each hand. "Your hard-on looks like an obscene figurehead for a sailing ship." Jon laughed.

"Well, yours isn't exactly a shrinking violet."

Jon looked down at his erect cock, which was still wet with my spit and saliva. "No, it isn't. I'll bet that you'll reach your goal tomorrow night."

"Goal?"

"Yes, you'll achieve deep throat tomorrow night. Very few lovers, either men or women, have swallowed as much as you did."

"Well, if I do, you had better be prepared to cum and shoot a load of cream almost directly into my stomach."

"In that case, we would both be winners. Sit down." He patted the couch next to himself. I sat and he handed me a drink. As I took a sip, he wrapped his hand around my cock. His hand was cool from the drink.

"What is this? I don't recognize the taste."

"Well, actually, it's mineral water with just a touch of flavored grain alcohol."

"Aha! A sneaky pete, so you can get me drunk and seduce me, you cad!"

"Something like that, but I suspect you are somewhat of a pushover."

"Only with men with a glib tongue and long slim cocks that are, I might say, challenging and tasty at the same time."

Jon Laughed. He had set his drink down. He leaned towards me and kissed me on the lips. I set my drink down and the kiss became a French kiss. Jon broke the kiss and moved down my neck. He sucked my nipples then worked his way to my cock.

He concentrated on running his tongue over and around my cockhead. I leaned back and spread my legs to give him better access. He moved around until he was kneeling on the couch. I could rub his back and neck and reach under him to stroke his cock and fondle his balls.

I ran my hand down his back to his butt. I slipped my fingers down his crack to his asshole. I discovered he had lubed himself up. Jon stopped sucking me. "I didn't want to waste any time. I hope I haven't taken you for granted."

"No, Jon. I've thought about fucking your ass ever since your invitation back in that other locker room."

"Well, you cock is thick and meaty and feels good in my mouth, so I think it is time to see if it feels as good in my ass." With that, Jon stood up and walked around and bent over the back of the couch.

I followed him. "Fuck me, Lover." I pulled Jon away from the couch a bit, spread his feet apart, and pulled his cock and balls down so I could easily stroke and fondle them. I put one hand on Jon's hip to steady him and used my other hand to guide my cock as I stepped up behind him.

I pressed the tip of my cockhead against his puckered asshole. Jon exhaled and pushed back as I put my hands on his hips. His asshole opened and expanded as my thick cockhead pushed into it. There was some resistance as I pushed against his muscle ring. Jon inhaled as my cockhead pressed through the sphincter. I felt his asshole close around and grip my cock shaft. I slowly pushed my cock all the way up Jon's ass.

I was tight against Jon's butt. My pubic hair was pressed against his ass and my cock was deep within him. "Fuck me, Brad. Fuck me, please." I pulled out slowly until I felt his muscle ring. Long strokes and slow strokes. Steady and deep. I reached around his waist and grasped and started to stroke his cock.

Jon began to pant and buck against me. As he bucked, I stroked his cock harder and faster. Jon arched his back. I felt his cock stiffen even more as he began to blow a load on the back of the couch and on the carpet.

Jon leaned on the couch as my cock remained in his ass. "I guess we'll need some carpet and upholstery cleaner." He stood quietly. Without the pumping action in his ass, my cock was softening. "We need to rest and get something to eat."

Jon stood up and my cock popped out of his asshole. He walked to the alcove with the refrigerator, opened the door and removed a plate of sandwiches. "What would you like to drink? Beer? Wine? Water? Even milk?"

"Do you have any energy drinks? Two bottles, because both of us are going to need them after we finish eating."

I decided to clean up first. When I returned, Jon handed me the sandwich plate. I took a ham sandwich and then poured myself a glass of wine.

"Eat hearty, Lover. And eat quickly."

I sat at the desk. As I ate, I asked Jon, "Have you ever worked with a couple of consultants, a husband and wife team, named Judy and Rob?"

"No, I can't say that I have. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I worked with them recently. They are a unique couple of consultants."

"How so?"

"Judy has a fantasy of watching her husband, Rob, getting it on with other men. He participates willingly and eagerly. She gets so turned on and when she decides to participate, she gets down and dirty. Oral, vaginal and anal with no holes barred."

"Sounds interesting."

"Yes, I suspect she would really like watching Rob get double dicked. And Rob likes watching her get screwed so he 'can suck the cock of the last man who fucked her.' She gives good head too."

"Hum. Sounds like my kind of people. I'd like to meet them. A mouth is pretty much a mouth, present company excepted, and an ass is an ass regardless of whether or not it is male or female. And, old Jon, here, has been known to dip into prime pussy on occasion."

I stood up. The talk about Judy and Rob had given me about half a hard-on. Jon also had the beginning of a boner.

"Let's get comfortable on the bed."

I followed Jon. We lay down side by side. He leaned over me. We shared a French kiss. Jon held my cock as he kissed and licked his way to my crotch. I stretched out so Jon was forced to stretch too. We lay on our sides facing each other.

Jon held my cock as he flicked the rim of my cockhead with his tongue. My cock got harder as Jon concentrated his attentions. I jacked and licked his cock shaft and fondled his balls.




Locker Room Workout  Ch. 2



Jon sat up. "I feel the need to feel you inside me." Jon got on his knees. He lay his head and shoulders on a pillow then he reached back to his butt an spread his ass cheeks. He worked his sphincter muscle and his still lubed asshole sort of "winked" at me.

I found the bottle of lube then I leaned forward and licked Jon's dangling ball sac. I squeezed lube into my hand. I wrapped my hand around my cock and wiped the lube over my cockhead and all over the shaft as I tried to suck his nuts into my mouth.

I got up on my knees behind him. My cock slipped smoothly and deeply into Jon's winking asshole. I pumped his ass with long slow strokes. Jon reached a hand between his legs. He played with his cock and balls and he would tickle my balls as I bottomed my cock in his ass.

I was beginning to work up a sweat. Jon was wriggling his hips and I moved my hips to change the angle of penetration. Jon was mouthing such things as, "Fuck me. It feels so good. Fuck my ass, man. Don't stop." I would lean over his back and rest. I could reach around his waist and jerk his cock. And I could hunch my hips and fuck him with short quick strokes.

As I got sweatier and hotter my balls began to dangle and swing as my ball sac relaxed. I could feel my balls bumping softly against Jon's. My cock responded by getting more rigid. His cock was hard and long too.

I stopped fucking him and pulled my cock out. "Ohhh, don't stop now." Jon was almost wailing.

"I'm not stopping. I just had an idea for a different position. Follow me." I picked up two pillows and walked over to the desk. I cleared the desk and placed the pillows on the desktop. "Lie on your back and pull your legs up."

Jon lay down and pulled up his legs. I adjusted the pillows then got a third pillow. I pulled Jon's butt down to the edge of the desk, then raised his hips and put the third pillow under them so it padded the edge of the desk.

Jon's exposed asshole was level with my crotch. I, not too gently, rammed my cock balls deep. Jon grunted, but didn't complain. I continued to ram his ass. My pelvis smacked against his butt cheeks. Finally, Jon said, "Not so rough."

I slowed down to the long in-and-out fuck. I stopped long enough to pick up his cock. I raised his cock to my lips. I thought that I would suck his long cock as I fucked his ass. I would bob my mouth up and down his cock then give his ass several strokes. I tried, but never got the motion coordinated where my lips slid up his cock as my cock pushed up his ass and as my cock pulled out of his ass, my lips and mouth engulfed more of his cock.

Either motion seemed to be satisfactory for both of us. My cock was getting more rigid as my ball sac got tighter. Jon's cock was also getting harder. My cock was balls deep into Jon when I shot my first wad. My mouth just covered his cockhead. Jon felt me shoot, then he shot a thick wad of salty cum into my mouth.

Jon held his cum as I pumped my cock in and out of his ass as I unloaded several wads. My cum was squishing out of Jon's asshole. Jon squealed and started blasting his load into my sucking mouth. I couldn't swallow it fast enough so I clamped my lips tight around his cockhead and caught as much as I could in my mouth.

Jon arched his back. He caught me by surprise. My cock dropped out of his ass and his cockhead hit the roof of my mouth. I opened my mouth and the mouthful of thick cum ran down Jon's cock shaft. He shot one more big load, which I caught.

I leaned over. I held my face over his. He opened his mouth and I opened mine. I let his load drop from my mouth in to his. Then we shared it and mixed it with a deep tongue thrashing French kiss.

We lay like that for a few minutes, when Jon said, "Get off. My back is killing me."

I stood up. My back ached too. I helped Jon to his feet. We hugged and French kissed again. "You can fuck me any time you wish, Brad."

"Yes, that was intense wasn't it?"

"One of the best fucks I've ever had, Lover. I've never been sucked and fucked at the same time"

"You are welcome, Jon. Best for me too. And I've never had a Boyfriend with such a long cock before."

We cleaned up and went to bed. We slept the sleep of the well fucked. We awakened late and went to work late. We were able to get in touch with our clients and do a lot of rescheduling.

AS we ate breakfast together, I asked Jon what his summer schedule looked like. "Well, I'll have a college intern with me for about a month. Why?"

"Oh, I was just wondering. I thought we might be able to go to a beach or a B and B. I like to get to know you beyond your cock and ass."

"That would be nice, but it would depend on the intern schedule."

"That's fine. We'd better get to work or we will spend the summer looking for new jobs."

"Don't want that to happen. Remember, tonight, it is your turn. And my turn."

The day went swiftly. All the problems were small problems and I spent a lot of time assuring clients that they hadn't screwed up.

Jon and I arrived at the hotel at the same time. We dropped off our stuff then went to dinner. While we ate, Jon described how and what he was going to do to my cock and ass.

When we got back to our rooms, we barely got the door closed and locked before we began undressing each other. Jon's quiet descriptions had given both of us hard-ons. Jon wrapped his hand around our cocks and squeezed them together. "I want you now, man."

"Let me get you good and hard." I bent over and slipped Jon's cockhead into my eager mouth. Jon was rubbing my back and butt as I swabbed the crown of his cock with my tongue.

"Let's get comfortable." I reluctantly took his cock out of my mouth and followed him to the bedroom. As soon as Jon lay back on the bed, I guided his cock into my mouth and as far down my throat as I could swallow it.

I slid my wet mouth back to his cockhead. Jon groaned as I ate him. I used a combination of pushing and sucking and pulling his cock into my mouth with my lips. "Eat me, you Cocksucker! Eat my dick and swallow my cum, Cocksucker!"

I pulled his cock from deep in my throat. "I believe you are ready," I croaked. I got off the bed to get the lube out of the nightstand drawer.

"I hope you plan on finishing sucking me off. It felt like you had swallowed every inch."

"Not quite." I squirted some lotion into my hand and, starting with his cockhead, I applied a coat to his cock shaft. "Here, lube me up." I got on my knees. Jon squirted some lotion in my ass crack. Then he used a finger to work it around and into my ass.

"Here I come. Ready or not." Jon positioned himself behind me. I felt a hand on my hip, than I felt his cockhead touch my asshole. I was ready. His cockhead pushed my asshole open and his slim cock pushed through my muscle ring and deep into my ass.

I groaned softly as Jon filled me with his long hard meat. I watched my hard cock swing and sway as Jon pumped my ass with long fast strokes.

Jon pulled out. "Roll over." I quickly got on my back. Jon pushed a pillow under my hips as I pulled my legs up to expose my ass to him. He long cocked me in one stroke. I pinched my nipples as Jon held my ankles up and fucked me with fast sharp strokes.

I concentrated on clamping my asshole tight around his cockshaft. Jon's cock strokes got faster and shorter. I could feel him getting more rigid. He practically stood me on my head as he buried himself full length in my ass. 

Jon shouted "Yeah!" as he blew his load into me, I felt his cock pulsing and jerking as he shot each wad deep into my guts. As Jon hung over me, drops of his sweat fell on my face.

Jon sat back on his haunches. His cock slid out of my ass in a long smooth motion. My cock was hard and tight against my stomach as I lowered my legs. Jon reached forward, wrapped a hand around my cock and started to jack me off.

He moved around and replaced his hand with his lips and tongue. As Jon sucked my aching cock, I was able to reach under him. I began to pull and squeeze his dangling cock. It didn't take much to get him up to his full length.

I told him that I wanted to fuck. Jon looked up at me with his mouth full of cock. He winked then kissed my cockhead. He leaned forward and kissed me. "Lead on, Lover."

I got off the bed and moved the desk chair over in front of the mirrored closet doors. I set the chair so it was sideways to the mirrors. I told Jon to sit on the chair. I faced him and straddled his legs. Jon held his cock steady as I positioned my asshole over it and then sat down.

My cum filled ass easily slid down to the base of Jon's cock. I wiggled my ass to fully seat his cock within me. Then I started pumping up and down. My hard cock rubbed against Jon's stomach. I tried moving my pelvis in the cinder sifting movement that Anne used so well. I also moved my hips in a circle and when I sat down completely, I would grind my ass against Jon's pelvis.

I was panting and both of us were sweating. Jon was jerking my cock and trying to lick and suck it on my upstrokes. His hand action and the hard cock up my ass was too much for me. Jon could feel my cock get stiffer. As I began to cum, he directed my hot load against his chest and stomach.

Jon leaned forward and placed his mouth over my cockhead. I shot my last few wads into his mouth. He sucked and licked my cock clean then I climbed off of his still rigid cock. I used both hands to jack his cock until Jon shot his load over both of us.


I fell back on the floor and Jon slumped in the chair. He slipped to the floor beside me. We held each other.

"I've never been fucked like that before."

"You and you long cock inspire me."

We lay quietly for a while then showered together. As we were toweling ourselves dry, I reminded Jon that I still hadn't eaten the whole thing. Jon reminded me that there was time and now it was time to get some sleep.

I was restless and didn't sleep well. All I could think about was having my lips wrapped around the base of Jon's hard cock. Sometime during the night I remembered reading about a porn actress who used a dab of petroleum jelly to help slide huge cocks down her throat.

Then I remembered seeing a video where several of the women used margarine to help them deep throat big dicks. I suspected any number of gay actors also used some sort of lube to ease things down so the fans of deep throat cocksucking felt they got their money's worth. I didn't have any margarine, but I did have a tube of petroleum jelly in my shaving kit.

Just before dawn I got up to get the jelly. After getting back into bed I pulled the covers back and began to gently suck Jon's cock. I really enjoyed feeling his cock stiffen and lengthen and fill my mouth. He awakened.

"Lay back, Jon. I'm going to suck you like you have never been sucked. I opened the tube, squeezed a line of jelly onto an index finger and spread it on the roof of my mouth and towards the base of my tongue. Someone must make flavored petroleum jelly for us serious cocksuckers.

It didn't taste bad but it didn't taste good either. But I knew the taste of a succulent cock was next. I convinced myself the jelly would help. I also told myself that I could do this.

I held Jon's cock as I positioned my mouth and throat. I used my lips as a guide as I pushed his cock into my mouth and down my throat. The jelly helped. As I tightened my lips around his cockshaft, I realized I felt pubic hair against my lips and chin. And I could lift his balls so I could nuzzle them with my nose.

To make sure, I backed off and swallowed Jon's cock again. I heard Jon say, "I think you got it." I knew "I got it" but I backed off and swallowed him several more times. Then I settled down to give him a wake-up blow job with all the bells and whistles – circle sucks, cockhead love with tongue massages, figure eight sucks, shaft length licks – everything I knew how to do.

I lubed an index finger and worked into Jon's ass. I worked his cock down my throat until I was at his balls, then I pressed his prostate. Jon blew his load. I could feel, with my lips, his cum coming up from his balls. I could feel every pulse and throb of his cock as he blew his cum down my throat.

As we ate breakfast, Jon kept telling me how he had never been sucked or fucked as he had been the last two nights. I reminded him that we had one more night before our workweek was over and we headed home.

The day didn't go well for either of us. I had to call Jon and tell him that I probably wouldn't get back to the hotel until after 7:00 p.m. Jon said he was running way late too. One good thing that happened was that I ran into Judy. We exchanged hellos, and since we both were running late, I told her I would give her a call next Monday or Tuesday.

I grabbed a burger on the way to my last call. Fortunately, the problem was solved quickly by showing the customer a couple of tricks that made it easier to transfer huge graphic files.

It was after 8:00 when I unlocked the door to my room. I checked the connecting door. It was still locked on Jon's side. I had undressed to my shorts when I heard a latch click and Jon came through the connecting door. He was carrying a sack from a fast food restaurant.

"Jeez, what a day! I think I've seen it all today – corrupted files, viruses, failed hard drives and to top it off, at my next to last stop, a building manager cut some cabling because he thought it wasn't being used any more and he could sell it for scrap! It was a short run, though, and I was able to order and have a replacement cable expressed over night. I'll check on the installation before I head home tomorrow. But, damn, I'm bushed!"

Jon was waving his fast food burger about as he talked. "Would you like something to drink with your burger, Sir?"

Jon grinned. "I think I'll have a glass of wine with my chopped steak. Do you have a vintage plonk about?"

"I think we have a nice last Tuesday vintage in the cellar." I got the wine from Jon's room and poured us each a glass of wine. Jon was seated in an overstuffed chair. He head was thrown back and his arms and legs were out stretched,

I set the glasses of wine on a side table. I unfastened his tie and unbuttoned his collar. I helped him shrug out of his sport coat. Jon leaned back again as I stood behind the chair and massaged his neck and shoulders.

"That feels good." Jon sat up and sipped his wine. As he began to eat his burger, I walked around in front. I kneeled at his feet and untied his shoes. He stopped eating and watched as I removed his shoes and socks and massaged his feet.

He resumed eating as I knelt between his knees. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Jon lifted his butt as I pulled his trousers off. Jon was wearing boxer shorts. I unbuttoned the fly and leaned forward to nuzzle my nose in his pubic hair and against his flaccid cock. I worked my tongue under his cock and lifted his cockhead to my lips and waiting mouth.

I gently sucked and massaged his cockhead. Jon stopped eating his burger. He watched me make love to his swelling cock. I held his cock as I ran my tongue up and down the bottom of his lengthening shaft. When I nuzzled and licked his hairy balls, his musty-sweaty man smell filled my nostrils.

I looked up at Jon as I licked my way back up to his cockhead. He had unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his t-shirt and he was rubbing and pinching his nipples. I began a figure eight suck. Jon put his hands on my head as he began to buck his hips.

I slipped my fingers under his balls. I gently fondled, more like petted, his balls as I closed my lips around his cockshaft and let him fuck my face. As his ball sac tightened and his cock became more rigid, I prepared to receive his cum.

Jon thrust his hips once more, then his cock twitched and jerked as I felt his cum rush from his balls through his cock and into my waiting mouth. I ballooned my cheeks as he emptied his pent up balls into my mouth.

When he finished cumming, I looked up at him as I swallowed my large mouthful. I opened my mouth to release his cock. A string of cum stretched from my lips to his cockhead. I wiped my lips on his boxer shorts. "Well, your hard drive seems to be in good working order."

Jon laughed. He sat up and slipped off his shirt and t-shirt. "Stand up." I stood next to the chair. He pulled my shorts down and freed my hard-on. He slipped his hand between my legs. Then he spread his hand and pressed against my back as he pulled my hard cock towards his mouth. 

Jon sucked my cock voraciously. I was turned on from blowing him so it didn't take me long. Jon worked his index finger up my ass. I came quickly and forcibly. Jon had most of my cock buried in his mouth. He gulped down my cum as fast as I unloaded it.

Jon stood and we embraced and hugged. We kissed and shared the cum that was still coating our tongues and mouths. After we went to bed, I deep throated Jon and sucked him to completion. His second cumming was as fulfilling as his earlier first.

I was awakened at dawn by a warm mouth gobbling my cock. Jon sucked me to a boner. Then he lay back and spread his legs and exposed his ass. I slid my cock into his warm tight ass and gave him a long slow fuck. Jon kept clamping and loosening his sphincter muscle around my cock. His asshole gripped like a glove and soon I was shooting my cum deep into his ass.

Jon's cock was long and hard. I moved up and straddled his hips. Jon held his hard-on upright as I got on my knees and positioned my ass over his cock. I shivered as I slowly sat down. When his eleven inches were stuffed up my butt, I began to move up and down. I don't know who was fucking whom, but we came together. Jon shot his third load up my ass and I blew a heavy load on his chest and stomach.

We sucked and hugged and kissed as we showered together. We finally got out of the shower and hurriedly packed and dressed. After checking out, we ate breakfast together.

Just before Jon was ready to drive away, I remembered to tell him that I had run into Judy. I was going to call her and see what their schedule might be. Jon said he would stay in touch because they sounded interesting. 



Locker Room Workout Ch. 3



One evening during the late summer I was checking my personal e-mail when I opened a note from my friend Jon, a workout buddy and fellow worker in the technology sales and service industry.

Jon began by saying that about the only time we had seen each other since last spring was when one of us was arriving and checking into a hotel as the other was checking out and departing. He said he was on vacation and he was enjoying staying at home.

The note continued with Jon asking if I would like to come spend a weekend with him. He had a friend whom he thought I would enjoy meeting and he had something to ask me and he had something that he thought I would enjoy seeing.

I replied that I would enjoy a quiet weekend. I told Jon that I had been so busy with work and family – visits to and from my sister, Ellen, and her husband and visits and spring break with her kids, my niece and nephew – that I hadn’t had time for much else. I didn’t tell him about the visit Anne and I made to the southwest where D and Ken introduced Anne to their relaxed and intimate lifestyle.

Jon replied by suggesting a couple of weekends. I told him that I couldn’t make it this coming weekend, but the following weekend would work. Jon said that was great and could I arrive on Friday afternoon?

I told him I could. I thought it odd when he wanted to know the license number of my car and about what time I planned to arrive. I gave him the information and he e-mailed me a map of how to get to his home.

The weekend and the following week passed fairly quickly. On Friday afternoon, I was following Jon’s map as I drove through a nice neighborhood of single-family homes. I was rather surprised when I arrived at a gate and gatehouse with a gatekeeper. The attendant checked my license number against a list then wished me a good day.

I followed a winding road that climbed a hill. Jon’s house was near the crest of the hill. I pulled into a wide driveway. I got out of the car, walked to the front door and rang the bell. I waited a couple of minutes before Jon answered.

“Sorry, Brad, I was in the sunroom.” Jon pressed a button. “Pull your car into the garage. I’ll meet you there and help you carry your luggage.”

I walked back to my car and drove it into the garage. The overhead door closed just as Jon walked into the garage. We got my small suitcase and laptop out of the trunk. I followed Jon into the house and through it to a large bedroom that was flooded with light from skylights. “Why don’t you change and then I’ll give you a tour.”

I looked at Jon. He was barefoot and he was wearing a tight skimpy European swimsuit and a cutoff t-shirt. His arms, legs, and stomach and back were tanned. “I take it, dress is casual?”

“As casual as you like. I’ll be in the den.” Jon turned and left the room.

I unpacked some of my stuff and changed into a light pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. I decided not to wear any sandals. I walked through the house until I found Jon. The den would be called a Great Room in any other house. It was heavily masculine in décor, but it opened into an attached sunroom that was filled with all kinds of plants – ferns, orchids, ivy, philodendrons and even a couple of palm trees - that surrounded a large hot tub. It was more verdant than D and Ken’s.

Jon stood in the doorway between the rooms. He laughed and pointed back into the den. “This is my masculine side and,” pointing into the sunroom, “this is my feminine side.” He led the way through the sunroom and out onto a paved patio.

The patio opened on to a sunny patch of lawn. The whole yard was surrounded by a tall thick but well trimmed hedge. Jon pointed up to a balcony. “From there you can look west over the city. The city lights are beautiful. But down here, you wouldn’t know there is a city out there or even neighbors on each side.”

I noticed the patio and balcony were flanked with two trees. This is great, Jon. I can’t picture you as a proud homeowner though.”

“Well, Brad, I’ve always been single and I couldn’t see saving money just to save it so I’ve invested it in my home. Don’t get me wrong, I do save money and like to treat myself to the best, but this is an investment that will pay off when I need money the most. Let’s go inside and I’ll show you the rest of the place.”

A tour of the house almost overwhelmed me. In addition to all of the usual rooms, there was a gourmet kitchen, a well-equipped exercise room and a home theater with a sound system that was better than that in some movie houses.

“I guess you’re the king of your own castle, huh, Jon?”

“Yes, I am. Let’s go back to the patio. We’ve got time for a drink before dinner.”

I followed him back through the house. Jon had a built-in grill and refrigerator similar to mine. He opened the refrigerator. “How does a Belgian beer sound?”

“Sounds great!”

He handed me a slightly chilled beer and then walked across the patio and pulled two Adirondack chairs from the shade into the sun. We sat quietly and sipped the beer. It was warm in the sun. I pulled my t-shirt over my head. Jon looked at me, “You’ve been working your upper body.”

“Yes. I decided to supplement the running with weight training.”

“You look good. Especially with your tan.” Jon got up and retrieved two more brews. He handed me one then pulled his cropped shirt off before he sat down. Jon was also tan and he looked leaner and even more slim that usual.

“Are you on a diet? You look slimmer.”

“No, I’m taking yoga and, with all my other exercise, I find it helps with toning and flexibility. I think it makes me look slimmer.”

The beer was so smooth that you didn’t remember drinking it. I looked at my nearly empty bottle. “Do we have time for another?”

“Yes, but be careful. This is about thirteen percent and it sneaks up on you.”

“O.K. I guess I’ll forgo a third.” I stood up and picked up the empty bottles.

As I walked by Jon he ran his hand up my leg under my shorts and brushed my cock and balls with his fingers. “Yes, don’t get tipsy. It’s time for dinner. Let’s go inside.”

I followed Jon into the kitchen. He turned on the lights and I noticed a set table in a little nook. Jon opened a big commercial cooler and removed a large film wrapped tray. “I hope lobster salad and bread are o.k.”

“Sounds good to me. Where’s the bread? I’ll slice it.”

“It’s in there.” Jon indicated a cabinet. I got the bread out. “Let’s just break off chunks and we can eat off the tray. Please sit down.”

I sat as Jon opened a bottle of wine. We took our time eating and sipping wine. “This is good, Jon.”

“Yes, it is, isn’t it?” Jon laughed, “I thought about shucked oysters, but I thought that would be too obvious.”

We finished dinner and the wine. While cleaning up and putting the few dishes in the dishwasher, I put my arms around Jon. I rubbed his stomach and kissed him on the neck. He turned inside my arms. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Jon put his arm around my waist. He turned out lights as we walked through the house. Jon led me to the master bedroom. There was a glass wall which opened on to the balcony overlooking the city and its lights.

Jon picked up a remote and pressed a button. The wall silently slid open. We stepped out onto the balcony and stood with our arms around each other’s waist, and looked at the lights.

“That’s nice, Jon.”

“Yes, but I know something nicer.” Jon pulled my running shorts down as he kneeled down.  I stepped out of them and placed my feet a little bit apart. He held my soft cock between two fingers as he licked then kissed my cockhead.

Jon sucked me into his warm mouth. I placed my hands on his head as he manipulated my cock with his lips and tongue. It didn’t take much, at that time, to get me hard and keep me hard. The fact that I was standing outside on a balcony in the middle of a major city and getting blown by my boyfriend added to the turn-on.

Jon stopped sucking me off and stood up. He squeezed my cock, “Hold that thought,” the he went back into the bedroom. He stopped by a bedside stand where he peeled off his swimsuit, opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. I watched as he put a foot up on the bed and guided the bottle nozzle to his ass. After he lubed himself, he walked out onto the balcony.

He leaned over the railing, “Have you noticed the view, Brad?”

In addition to the carpet of city lights, which spread from below us to the horizon, the closer view held my attention. Jon reached back with his hands and spread his ass cheeks. Against his tanned skin, the mark of his swimsuit was a white stripe across his butt.

His tanned legs framed his pale ball sac which dangled invitingly between his thighs. His tight pucker was shiny from the lube. “That’s a great view, Jon. I can’t wait to get closer.”

Jon spread his arms out on the railing, “Yes, please come closer, Brad.”

I thought about reaching between his legs and holding his cock while I kissed and licked his balls, but I moved in behind him and pressed my cockhead against his pucker. I watched as my hard cock opened Jon’s asshole. Jon sighed as I pushed myself into his warm slick ass chute.

“Oh, you don’t know how long I wanted this, Brad. I’ve missed having your fat cock in my mouth and ass. I’ve missed you, Lover.”

I was deep in his ass. I reached around under Jon and wrapped my hand around his long slim hard cock. “I’ve missed you too.” And the funny thing was, I had missed being with Jon.

Jon sighed again as I pulled my cock back and began to fuck him with long slow deep strokes. We didn’t do anything fancy, no grinding or churning, just gentle deep fucking.

My cock was deep in Jon’s ass when I stood still and rubbed Jon’s back and shoulders. I was conscious of a light breeze blowing through the canopy of the two trees which flanked the balcony and the patio below.

I leaned forward and kissed Jon on the neck. “If it wasn’t for the lights out there, I’d think we were all alone on a jungle island. We’re in a tree house and my boyfriend and I are making love.”

“I like that. This is almost like being in a tree house. And making love is so much more romantic that fucking.”

I put my arms around Jon’s chest and pulled him upright to a standing position. Jon groaned as my cock was buried deeper in his warm ass. I slipped my hand down and wrapped it around his erection. I began to jack him off, “Well, boyfriend, I’m going to fuck you until one of us cums.”

He put his hand on mine and stopped me from jacking him. “Don’t you cum and don’t make me cum. I want us to cum together later.”

I let Jon down. He leaned over the railing again. I pulled my cock back really slowly. As my cockhead dropped out of his rectum, Jon moaned, “I hate to feel you leave. You felt so nice inside me.” Then he stood and gave me a probing French kiss. “Let’s go inside and get you cleaned up so we can do other things.”

We took a quick shower together in the master bath. Jon lathered and washed my cock and balls. Hs ministrations kept me hard. Together we washed ourselves thoroughly. After rinsing and toweling each other dry, Jon led me to the bedroom with the skylights.

He closed the blinds and drapes and turned the bed down. Then he jumped on the bed. He was like a kid. “Let’s 69!” He lay on his side and I lay down facing him. He immediately closed his lips around my semi-flaccid cock. 

Without breaking Jon’s oral connection between us, I rolled him onto his back and got up on my hands and knees over him. He put his hands on my hips and pushed my cock deep into his mouth.

I licked the under belly of his hard cock up and down and sucked and nuzzled his smoothly shaven balls for some minutes before I settled into some serious cocksucking of my own.

I was doing a slow figure eight suck when Jon pushed two fingers into my ass. Between his tongue and lips, the addition of the fingers was all the stimulation I needed. I stopped sucking for a moment to enjoy the feeling of my cum beginning to boil out of my balls.

Jon sealed his lips around my cock shaft and began a hard suck. I fondled his balls in one hand as I resumed sucking Jon’s long slim cock. As he gulped and swallowed the cum which pulsed out of my cock and into his mouth, I felt Jon’s ball sac begin to tighten.

I gently squeezed his balls and wrapped my lips around his cockhead. A sweet wad of cum shot into my mouth. I swallowed it and waited for the next. Jon’s cock began to twitch. With each twitch I received a warm sweet treat to savor and swallow.

We eventually rolled back onto our sides and slowly sucked each other dry. We hugged and shared a French kiss which mixed the remnants our cum together. Jon kissed me on the nose. “I love cumming together.”

“So do I.” I was rubbing his cock.

Jon looked down at his hardening cock. “We’d better get some sleep.” I lay on my side. Jon lay behind me. He pulled the sheets up, then he pushed his hard cock between my thighs. I fell asleep with Jon’s cock prodding my balls and with his arms around me and my cock in his hand. A most pleasant way to sleep and dream.

When I awoke in the morning, the room was flooded with sunlight from the skylights. Jon was under the sheets. He was gently sucking my cockhead. I pushed the sheets back and spread my legs.

He looked up, “Good morning, Lover.” Then he moved between my legs and resumed sucking me. I lay back and enjoyed a gentle early morning blowjob. He was licking up and down my cock when he began to giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your cock and balls are all different shades of tan.”

“Well, when you are sunbathing nude, you can’t maintain an erection all the time to guarantee an even tan. So depending on what you are doing while being nude in the sun and depending on how everything is hanging determines what gets tanned and how tan it gets.”

Jon laughed, “It looks like desert camouflage.”

I laughed in turn, “All the better for sneaking up on and hiding it in mouths, cunts and asses.

Jon gripped my cock shaft. His laughter was muffled as he pushed his lips down my shaft and resumed giving me a wake up blowjob. He tried every little trick he knew, but I didn’t cum. “I was hoping for some cream for my coffee.”

I pulled Jon up beside me and we hugged and cuddled for a short time before getting up. Neither one of us got dressed. Jon busied himself in the kitchen while I went through the sunroom and across the patio to the lawn. The lawn was in the shade and it was cool, but it felt good being outdoors and being nude in the heart of the city. The soft breeze felt especially good as it flowed across my skin.

Jon came out to join me. “Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.” We stood face-to-face for a couple of minutes and just enjoyed being close to each other. I heard a buzzer go off. “There’s breakfast. Let’s eat on the patio.”

I followed Jon to the kitchen. He had already set up the patio table. “If you’ll pour the coffee, I’ll get the rest.”

I poured the coffee and sat down. Jon returned with a tray carrying two skillets and a plate of croissants. “Dig in, Lover. I want to keep your strength up.”

“Oh, really? Are you planning on doing nasty and nefarious deeds with my body?”

“Oh, just some pleasantly nasty deeds.”

“Sounds intriguing.” We ate in silence. Jon had fixed a skillet of fried potatoes, diced onions, scrambled eggs, and Canadian Bacon that was excellent. “You keep feeding me like this and I’ll spend all of my time eating and I won’t have time for your nasty deeds.”

We cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen and just lazed around until almost noon. “We’d better put on something decent. Paul will be here soon.”

I followed Jon into the house. “Who’s Paul?”

“He’s the man whom I want you to meet.” Jon slipped on another different colored tight skimpy European swimsuit. “You’d better get decent.”

“If you call that decent, I rather stay the way I am.”

“Put on you running shorts. I find your schlong distracting. And attractive.”

I went to my room and pulled on my lightweight running shorts. Just as I stepped back into the hall, I heard the doorbell ring. I heard Jon greet someone as I walked towards the front door. I met Jon and the newcomer in the living room.

“Paul, I’d like you to meet Brad who is a special friend. And Brad, I’d like you to meet Paul.”

Paul extended his hand. I took it and shook hands with a stocky, barrel chested man, who looked to be in his early or mid-sixties and who had a firm grip, a shock of iron gray hair and an engaging smile. “Hello, Brad, I’m always glad to meet a friend of Jon’s.” Before I could reply, Paul looked at Jon. “Get out some of your good Belgian beer. I’ll meet you in the sunroom after I change. I’m obviously overdressed.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jon grinned, “Right this way, Sir.” Jon directed Paul towards the bedroom wing. I noticed the Paul had his hand on Jon’s back as they walked down the hall.

I went out to check on the quantity and location of the supply of Belgian beer. The refrigerator on the patio was o.k., but there was none in the sunroom. I went back to the kitchen and checked the coolers. I found the supply and I found a cooler chest.

Jon came into the kitchen as I finished filling the cooler chest. “Good man, Brad. You’ll really like Paul. He appreciates everything one does for him and he is easy to work with.”

I thought about that as we carried the cooler chest into the sunroom. Just as we set the chest down, Paul entered the room. “Gawd, it feels good to get out of the suits and the oh-so-right sports clothes.” I looked at Paul. He was wearing a European swimsuit that was even tighter and skimpier that the one Jon was wearing.

Maybe it just looked tighter and skimpier than Jon’s because it appeared the pouch was filled to near overflowing with an excellent example of ample manhood.

Jon opened the chest and handed each of us a beer. Paul slipped into the hot tub before he opened his bottle. “Jon, you don’t know how much I’ve looked forward to this. A brief break from the grind is much appreciated.” He raised his bottle in a toast. “Good deeds are rewarded”

Jon and I raised our beers in toast then slipped into the tub. We nursed the fine beer and talked about things in general. It seems Paul was very high up in a high tech oriented company and, as he put it, “Jon’s personal attention to detail and service and especially his personal attention to customer satisfaction” had resulted in considerable business to the company Jon worked for and in considerable commissions for Jon.

We slowly sipped our way through a couple of the strong beers when Paul looked at Jon and asked, “Are you up for giving me a massage?”

“Sure. You enjoy your warm soak for a few minutes more and I’ll get the massage oil and table ready.”

Jon got out of the hot tub and walked towards the house. I noticed he stopped long enough to remove his swimsuit. Paul leaned back and finished his beer, “Jon’s attention to customer satisfaction has brought a lot of our business to his company.”

“Jon’s smart that way and he is good at his job and what he does.”

“He’s probably waiting for me.” Paul stood and peeled his suit off. I was correct. His suit did a fair job of concealing a very nice thick cock that, I suspected, would be very impressive indeed when fully erect.

After opening another brew, I settled back into the warm water. I nursed the beer as I moved around within the hot tub and massaged various parts of my body in the jets. When the drink was finished I got out of the tub, took a third bottle and went looking for Jon and Paul.

I found them in the exercise room. Paul was lying on his stomach on a waist high massage table. Jon was kneading his shoulders and upper back. Jon was working so hard that he had broken a sweat. I watched for a few minutes then walked around to the other side of the table. “Would you like a second set of hands?”




Locker Room Workout Ch. 3



Jon looked up, “Sure.”

I drained the bottle and began to rub one of Paul’s shoulders as Jon shifted his attention to the other shoulder. We worked together as we worked our way down Paul’s body to his ankles. Jon slapped him on the butt, “Roll over.”

Paul pushed himself up onto his elbows and rolled over. As he settled himself on his back, he looked at both of us, “You do good work.”

Jon grinned, “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

I looked at Paul. His back and front, from neck to ankles, was covered with fine gray hair. His hair wasn’t coarse and thick. It was soft and fine. He looked like a slightly thread bare teddy bear who had been loved and cuddled for a long time by a very gentle child.

Jon oiled his hands and began to massage one of Paul’s biceps. I followed suit. As I worked my way down Paul’s arm, I noticed Jon had worked down to Paul’s thighs. He was giving Paul’s thigh muscle a deep pressure point type rub. I noticed his hands were caressing the inner side of Paul’s thighs.

Paul’s totally flaccid cock was beginning to stir. I moved to Paul’s shoulders as Jon began to rub Paul’s stomach and chest. Finally, Jon abandoned all pretense of a massage and began to cup and squeeze Paul’s balls and to rub his cock.

Paul’s cock responded to the attention. I watched as it swelled and lengthened. Jon wrapped both hands around Paul’s cock shaft, “Isn’t it beautiful?”

I could only nod. Paul’s erect cock was every bit as long as Jon’s eleven inches and it was as thick as my brother’s healthy fat seven inches. Jon was running his tongue around the rim of Paul’s cockhead. “If you’re still interested, I could use some help again.”

Jon moved a hand. I leaned over and licked the side of Paul’s cock shaft. Jon moved his other hand and I was able to lick my way up and down nearly the full length. Jon was busy with sucking and kissing the cockhead, so I worked my way down and concentrated of Paul’s nuts.

I put my hand under his sac and lifted it so I could lick it and then suck his nuts. I used my fingers to separate his balls inside the sac. Then I very carefully sucked a nut into my mouth. I heard Paul go “Uhhh!” But he pushed his pelvis up to give me better access.

I contented myself with bathing and sucking first one then the other of Paul’s balls. I managed to look up at Jon. He had both hands wrapped around the shaft and he was licking and sucking Paul’s cockhead like it was a big fleshy lollipop. Paul put his hand on Jon’s shoulder. “Why don’t you do what we both enjoy doing, Jon?”

He stopped blowing Paul and stood up straight. “Yes, let’s, Paul.” Jon left the room for a few minutes. Paul had his eyes closed as he stroked his hard cock while I continued to suck one of his balls. When Jon returned, he was carrying a bottle of a silky lotion that made an excellent lube.

Jon cranked the table down to about knee height so I had to stop doing the ball bath. Paul stopped stroking himself as Jon grasped and licked him. Jon filled his hand with lotion. He rubbed it over Paul’s cock then he faced Paul as he straddled his waist and hips. Paul held his cock upright. Jon positioned himself over the upright cock.

Jon lowered himself. I moved around to the end of the table and got down on my knees. I had to watch and see Jon take Paul’s big tool up his ass. As Jon lowered himself, he spread his ass cheeks with his hands and he shifted his hips around until Paul’s cockhead was touching his pucker.

Jon paused. I could see his earlier absence from the room had allowed him to liberally lubricate his asshole and colon. Paul rubbed his cockhead against Jon. He began to lower himself again. I watched as Paul’s cockhead, which looked like a small fist, pressed against his asshole.

Jon took a deep breath and I watched as his pucker was slowly opened and stretched by Paul’s big fat cockhead. He steadily lowered himself. My own asshole hurt at the thought of accommodating such a cock. Jon exhaled loudly. I knew the fat cockhead had pushed through his sphincter ring.

“Gawd, you’re tight.”

“Yes, Paul. And you’re so big.” Jon was steadily lowering his ass down Paul’s cock.

“Big and tight is just right.”

I watched as Jon sat all the way down on Paul’s cock. The only comparison, of which I could think, was shoving a large summer sausage up one’s ass. Jon wiggled his hips and ass. He took several deep breaths then Jon straightened his legs and began to pump up and down Paul’s cock. Soon he was panting as he maintained a fast pumping motion.

“Paul looked at me, “You look lonely, Brad.” He grasped my cock and pulled me towards himself. “You’ve got a nice one.” Paul turned his head and slipped his lips around my cockhead. He ran his tongue around it then he stopped and began to nibble on my cock shaft like it was an ear of corn.

Jon stopped riding up and down on Paul’s big cock. “I’ve got to rest a minute.” He watched Paul nibbling back and forth on my hard cock. Jon reached behind himself. Paul groaned and humped his hips. Jon had probably given Paul’s balls a good squeeze.


I looked at Jon. He was sweating and his face was flushed from his efforts during the cock ride. His long slim cock was erect. The cockhead was wet and shiny with pre-cum. I straddled Paul’s head, leaned forward and began to lick Jon’s cock clean of pre-cum.

While I was savoring the taste of Jon, Paul pulled my cock down and into his mouth. I licked Jon’s cock shaft then took his cock into my mouth. Jon held my head as he resumed his cock ride with short slow pumps. Paul slurped my cock while Jon fucked my mouth as he fucked himself with Paul’s cock.

Jon stood up and Paul’s cock dropped out of his ass. He stumbled over to an exercise mat on the floor and lay down on his back. Paul gave my nuts a lick then pushed me away. I stepped aside as Paul pushed himself up. His cock was as hard as it had been when Jon started.

He walked over to Jon and pushed his legs apart. Paul got on his knees between Jon’s legs. “Brad, pull his legs back.” I straddled Jon and pulled his legs back and his ass up. Paul guided his cock to Jon’s stretched hole.

Jon exhaled as Paul entered him and pushed himself balls deep in one motion. I let Jon’s legs down so they rested over Paul’s shoulders. Jon’s eyes rolled back as Paul fucked him with long and deep strokes. Jon’s cock bobbed in time with the fucking motions.

Pre-cum was being dripped and spread across his stomach. Jon sighed as he began to squirt his cum onto his stomach and chest. Paul pulled his cock out of Jon’s ass and began to stroke it. He didn’t shoot cum. He flowed cum. It just a short time Jon’s stomach, cock and balls were coated with Paul’s copious flood of cum.

Paul leaned forward over Jon. Jon lifted his legs off Paul’s shoulders and wrapped his arms around Paul’s back. They stayed like that for a few minutes then Paul stood and helped Jon to his feet. I looked around the exercise room as they showered and cleaned up.

When they returned, Jon suggested a nightcap. We followed him to the den. When he bent over to take a bottle of wine from the cooler, I commented, “You look like you’ve been fisted.”

Jon straightened up and smiled, “I feel like I’ve been fisted. I love fucking Paul.” He reached over and gave Paul’s cock a squeeze. “But he’s so big I can hardly handle it all.”

“You handle it very well.”

Jon poured the wine. We talked for a while until I excused myself and went to my bedroom.

When I awakened, the house was quiet and the skylights flooded the room with sunlight. It was just nine o’clock. I got out of bed and padded downstairs to the kitchen, which was vacant. Next I walked through the den and sunroom and across the patio to the lawn. Still, no one was about.

The lawn was in shade. I thought about making some coffee and enjoying the cool shady quiet there. I looked up at the balcony and noticed the sliding glass doors were open. I went back inside and up the stairs.

While pausing outside the door to Jon’s bedroom, I listened and heard muffled sounds of what sounded like contentment. I pushed the door open and looked into the room. Jon and Paul were lying on the bed, on their sides, in a leisurely 69.

Paul had Jon’s balls and the base of his cock in one hand as he slowly bobbed his head and moved his lips up and down Jon’s long slim cock shaft. Jon, in turn, was holding Paul’s thick cock with both hands. He was doing an admirable job of trying to stuff as much of Paul’s cock into his mouth as possible.

I silently watched until Jon looked, “Would you like to join us? I can use some help again.”

“I thought you would never ask.” I got onto the bed. Paul looked at me.

“Here. Take over. I need to get up.” He rolled on to his back then sat up and got off the bed.

Jon looked at me and licked his lips. I kneeled next to his head and fed my cock into his waiting mouth. He rolled onto his back as I swung one leg over him. I leaned down and licked the underbelly of Jon’s cock from head to balls.

Jon’s cock was wet with Paul’s saliva. I slipped my tongue under his cockhead and lifted it so I could close my lips around it and slide it into my mouth. His slick cock slid through my mouth and down my throat.

My cock dropped out of Jon’s mouth as I nuzzled his smooth shaven ball sac with my nose. Jon spread his legs. “Gawd, I love it when you go down on me.”

My mouth was full of his cock so I couldn’t tell him I loved doing it for him. I pulled my head back until my lips were pursed around his cockhead. Then I swallowed his cock again.

Paul sat on the edge of the bed. I hadn’t heard him return. “That’s fantastic. I wish I could do that.” Paul placed his hand on my cock distended cheek.

Jon laughed, “You wish you weren’t so big, so someone could do that to you.”

“That too.”

I pulled my head back and let Jon’s cock drop out. I leaned over and kissed Paul’s cock then looked up at him, “I’d like to try.”

Jon swatted my butt. “With that rash offer, it’s time we stop eating each other and get a proper brunch. We all laughed as we went downstairs to the kitchen.

Jon began fixing some juice and slicing a melon. Paul started frying a pan of bacon. I made a pot of coffee. Jon wanted to carry the patio table and chairs out on to the lawn. We moved the table and chairs as Paul put on several eggs to boil.

Jon set the table and I sliced some homemade bread and put it into the four-slice toaster. The eggs and toast finished at the same and we sat down to soft-boiled eggs, bacon, toast, fruit, juice, and coffee.

We ate in companionable silence until Paul looked at me, “Were you serious?”

“Pardon.”

“Upstairs. Were you serious about trying to deep throat me?”

“Certainly.” I knew I could handle Paul’s girth. I deep throated my brother Bill’s thick seven inch cock. And I could swallow Jon’s slim eleven inches. I just wasn’t sure I could handle Paul’s girth and length together. “I’d like to try when we’re more relaxed.”

Nothing else was said. We finished eating and cleaned up the dishes and kitchen. When we finished, I noticed the lawn was sunny. I asked Jon if I could use an exercise mat and large towel to lie on. I arranged everything and lay down in the sun.

It was warm and the breakfast made me drowsy. When I awakened, Paul was on one side of me. He was on his back and he seemed to be napping. Jon was on his stomach. He was propped up on his elbows as he read a book.

I rolled onto my back then pushed myself up into a sitting position. I looked at Paul. His flaccid cock was flopped over on his thigh. It looked like a four or five inch fat sausage. I got up onto my knees and leaned over Paul. I balanced on one arm and hand as I used my other hand to hold his cock. I gobbled as much as I could into my hungry mouth.

Paul stirred and spread his legs a little. I cupped his balls and pushed a little more fat cock into my mouth. I could feel his erection building. I love the feeling of a cock getting hard while I suck it.

Soon I had one hand wrapped around Paul’s cock as I sucked, licked and tongued his fat cockhead. I felt a hand on my back then between my legs. I spread my knees apart. I felt hair brush the inside of my thighs then I felt a warm mouth on. I stopped blowing Paul and looked down. Jon was on his back with me in his mouth.

Paul sat up and Jon moved around on his back. He began to suck me harder. Again I stopped blowing Paul to look around. He was propped up on an elbow. He was leaning over Jon and he was holding Jon’s eleven inch beauty upright as he licked and sucked the cockhead.

I resumed trying to swallow as much of Paul’s now erect cock as I could. I had about half of it, five inches or so, in my mouth and poised to hopefully slide down my throat when Jon stopped sucking me and I heard Paul say, “Let’s get on a bed and get more comfortable.”

We went inside and upstairs to Paul’s as yet undisturbed bed. He lay on his back and I lay on my stomach beside him. I aligned my mouth and throat and pushed my lips down over his cock. I was back to the point, five or six inches of mouth filling cock, where we had stopped while on the lawn when I felt a hand on my ass.

A finger slipped down the cleft between my ass cheeks and stopped at my tight pucker. It pressed against me as I heard a voice instruct me to get up on my hands and knees. I struggled to my knees without disengaging completely from the blowjob.

“Raise your leg.”

I raised it and Paul scooted under me. We shifted around until my mouth and throat and his cock were realigned. Then a slick finger pushed into my asshole. I heard Paul say, “It looks like you’re planning on fucking him.”

“I sure am.” The finger slipped out and was replaced by a nozzle. I felt the lube squirt into my ass. I smiled around Paul’s cock and thought to myself, ‘Maybe Jon hammering my ass will drive Paul’s cock down my throat.’

I felt two hands on my ass cheeks as Jon used his thumbs to spread my asshole. I heard Paul say, “Let me help you.” Then I heard slurping and sucking sounds as Paul used his mouth the lube Jon’s cock.

Jon groaned, “You keep that up and I’ll forget Brad’s ass.” The slurping noises stopped and Paul laughed. Jon put his hand on the small of my back. His cockhead touched me and pushed into my ass and through my muscle ring. With my stuffed mouth, my groan of lust was stifled as Jon pushed his long slim cock deep into my slick ass chute.

Jon didn’t hammer my ass. He fucked me with long slow strokes that sent waves of pleasure rolling through my body. Paul added to my pleasure by licking and sucking my balls and by squeezing and stroking my cock. My neck was beginning to ache from the effort of trying to stay aligned with Paul’s cock.

Besides, I couldn’t concentrate on sucking cock because the pleasure in my ass was distracting me. I pulled my head back up Paul’s cock. I checked the “high water” mark left around his cock shaft by my wet lips. I had exceeded the seven inches of my brother Bill’s thick cock but I was still several inches from the base of Paul’s.

Paul slid out from beneath me. “How’d we do?”

I showed him by wrapping two fingers around his shaft. “Hmm, about nine inches. That’s about as much as anyone has been able to do.” He laughed, “I admire your perseverance but,” he put his hand on my hip, “I’d like some of that if Jon will stop and share.”

Jon rotated his hips in a churning motion, “I’ll share. I think you will find it’s a fine ass. Tight, warm and slick.” I wasn’t too sure about being able to accommodate Paul.

“Let’s go out on the balcony and enjoy the view.” Soon I was in the position that Jon had been in the previous night. Jon helped Paul lube his cock. I braced my arms on the rail and bent over. Paul pushed his cockhead against my still slick and open hole. Being first fucked by Jon helped, but the entrance of Paul’s cock into my ass chute was still slightly painful.

The pain disappeared as Paul filled me with his manhood. The pleasure intensified as Jon got on his knees under me and began to lick and suck my cock. Paul used long smooth strokes. It didn’t take long before I began to blow my load. Jon aimed my cock at his chest then he began to stroke himself. I felt his warm cum hit my stomach as he shot his load straight up.

Paul pulled me up against himself. He wrapped his arms around my chest and stood me up. He had me in a bear hug from the back. He straightened his legs and my feet came up off the floor of the balcony. I was impaled on his cock. I felt his cock get more rigid and, if possible, longer. Then I felt a warmth deep inside as his cum spewed into my ass.

He held me for a few minutes then let me down. His large load of cum immediately began to run down the inside of my legs. The three of us hurried into the master bath to clean ourselves up.

We finished up the evening with a nightcap and a mutual masturbation session. As I lay in bed I thought about the almost two feet of cock that I had up my ass and down my throat. It was almost as if I had been mounted on a penile axle.

Sunday morning was quiet. I got out of bed and went downstairs. Paul was making a pot of coffee. We hugged and I went outside to the patio. Jon was sitting on a towel on the lawn. He was working through a series of yoga poses. Paul came out with a couple of cups of coffee. We sat down and watched Jon go through his routine.

When he finished he sat in a cross legged position. “You two should try yoga. It helps me relax and it has improved my flexibility and toning.”

“Say, Jon, when you invited me up for the weekend, you said you had something to show me and someone to meet. Well, Paul and I have met. What did you want to show me?”

Jon grinned and began to stroke his cock. He rolled onto his back with his legs still crossed. Soon his cock was stroked to its’ full length. Jon sat back up. Paul and I watched as he bent forward and sucked four or five inches of his cock into his mouth.

Paul groaned, “Now you won’t need us anymore.”

Jon sat up and straightened his legs. He laughed, “I’ll always need you guys. I may be able to suck my own cock, but I can’t deep throat it and I’ll certainly never be able to fuck my own ass.”

Paul looked at me. “Speaking of asses. How’s yours?”

“Happy.”

“Good. My wife and I are having a house party in a couple of weeks. We’re having five or six couples over for a week. Why don’t you two take some, I’m sure well deserved, vacation time and come too.”

Jon looked at me. “Date?”

“Date!”

“The party starts on Saturday afternoon. Why don’t you two come a day early?”

With that we went inside and fixed breakfast. After eating, we cleaned up and I told Jon I hated to eat and run but I had to get ready for an intense week’s worth of work in order to get everything organized and cleared so I could take a week of vacation.

I went upstairs to pack what few things I had unpacked before getting dressed. We all shook hands and hugged goodbye. As I drove off, I realized that none of us had worn any clothing since early Saturday afternoon. I also was intrigued by Paul’s statement about his wife and I found I was looking forward to the house party.