Gym Buddies, Part 9

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Gym Buddies, Part 9
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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A week or two after Dylan and I played with the neighbor kid, Jordan and I made an agreement to meet up at the gym on a Tuesday afternoon to work out together. I knew it was just a gimmick. Jordan had promised me a chance to swing from his dick a few weeks ago, and he was calling me in to fuck. As Dylan and I had settled into something that resembled a normal couple, I was craving the edgier, uncompromising sex that Jordan was capable of dishing out.

Dylan dropped me off. "Don't let Jordan wear you out. You're going to put out for me when I get home later."

"You're sure you're ok with this?"

"Fuck yeah," Dylan said, "It's kind of hot. It proves to me that you're a slut and reminds me that I don't have to be so gentle with you. That's a warning, by the way."

Gentle was not a word I would use to describe the way Dylan loved me. For the last few weeks he'd managed to work in a training session for my throat about every other day. 

I walked in and Jordan was near the front desk chatting with some of the trainers. He'd been training all day, but he hadn't had a real workout yet. He strutted over to me, and ran a hand through his longish hair. His big cock bulge was obvious through the thin fabric of his gray sweats. He was wearing a tank top and his arms were tan and smooth with a thick vein running up each bicep and across his shoulders.

Jordan shrugged in one direction and I followed him to the locker room. He reached into his gym bag and tossed me a pile of clothes. "Wear these, buddy. I want you to enjoy your workout."

Inside I found a set of gym clothes, Jordan's of course, all well worn. I lifted the t-shirt to my nose and immediately smelled Jordan's body, his musk, his body-wash, all of him. The shorts were the same way. The last item was a jockstrap. Jordan smiled, "I don't usually wear them, but I hear that fags like you enjoy the fantasy, so I got that one for you and one for me."

He dropped his sweats and showed off his jock. Jordan didn't have any extra body fat on him, and the jock perfectly framed his bulge, thighs, and asscheeks. His dick was tucked forward and the head was visible in front of his encased balls.

He stood there for a minute and then pointed at his cock, "Get over here." I walked over and he pushed me down onto my knees, "Dylan is getting soft with you, but remember, I'm not your boyfriend. So you gotta play your part or we'll just got get a beer."

I stared upward at him, his muscles rippled, and I marveled at his beauty. I wanted his body, and that's when I remember what this was about. With Jordan especially, he expected to be worshiped. If it was just about sex, he would have sex with whatever chick walked by him, but girls wouldn't devour his body the way that I could. Even Dylan was unwilling to do that.

I pressed my face into his jock and began to tongue the outline of his cock. As I moved around the thick cotton pouch, I occasionally stuck my tongue under the edge and licked at Jordan's balls. He cupped the back of my head and squeezed, then he pushed me away.

"Better hide that hard on, boy, or everyone here is going to know that you're a slut for cock." Jordan laughed, “You'd like that though, wouldn't you. Think of all the guys out there, lining up so that you could service their dicks."

Jordan shoved a finger into my mouth, and I started to suck on it. He pushed me back and forth on my knees, toying with me and gagging me as I stared up at his perfect body.

"How many do you think you could take? How many loads can a slut like you swallow before the cum starts to leak out of your mouth and you can't take anymore?"

Jordan moved his foot between my legs and massaged my cock, still in the jock, but hard as a rock. He continued to monologue about my ability to drink the cum of nearly every guy in the gym, how happy I could make them, how much of a slut they would think I was. He pulled his finger out of my mouth and let me face fall into his crotch. I breathed in deeply and started to see stars. Jordan's manly smell, the smell of sweaty balls and a leaky dick, enveloped me, and I started to hump his calf like a dog. When I tried to take his dick out, he stopped me.

"No way boy, you don't get to play with my bone yet. Do what you've got to do quick and then we can go work out."

Jordan stared down at me. He didn't say anything else or encourage me in any way. I knew what I "needed" to do. I continued to hump his leg and inhale his testosterone laden musk. Jordan leaned back and waited, ignoring me while I got off. He took out his phone and started to dick around just as I reached the point of no return. I ground my hard dick into his leg and shot my load into his jock.

"That's a good little bitch." Jordan said. "Fucking humping my leg. You really are a dog."

He reached down and pulled me up. "Let's go workout," then he started to walk toward the door.

"Hang on, I have to clean up," I called out.

Jordan didn't even turn around when he said, "That's not going to happen bitch."

I followed him into the main gym, knowing that I was going to have a load of cum in my shorts for the entire session. Once we got going, things were even worse. Jordan's gym clothes had smelled a little worn when I put them on. Once I stated to sweat, a cloud of his pheromones surrounded me. Every move I made, I could smell his body. Even though I'd just shot a load, my cock kept getting hard. Luckily I was able to tuck my cock down tight inside the pouch of Jordan's jock.

Jordan and I worked out mostly in pairs, but occasionally he would walk away and use another machine in between sets. I was sitting on a bench waiting out a rest period when my phone buzzed. There was a text from Jordan.

“Touch yourself,” he said.

I reached down, grabbed my shaft, and squeezed it hard. Jordan was behind me, but I could see him watching me in the mirror. I banged out another set and sat panting when my phone buzzed. As I looked down I felt Jordan's hand on my shoulder. I read the text, looked up at him, and he smiled big. "Dare you" he said with a laugh.

“Nice try, bitch, but if you don't play along, you're going to pay the penalty.”

I reached down like I was adjusting myself and unbunched my hard dick in the elastic pouch. Then I glanced around. The gym was clearing out, but there were still about ten guys in there. I was familiar with most of them, but not nearly familiar enough to do what Jordan wanted me to. When I was reasonably certain that no one was looking, I slipped my dick out of the leg of my shorts and yanked on it for about ten seconds. Then I slipped it back in.

"How'd that feel?" Jordan asked. His hand was still on my shoulder, which felt erotic even though he wasn't doing anything.

"Fuck." I said with a big smile, "Kind of thrilling actually."

Jordan looked around and then pulled his big cock out of his shorts. "Suck it," he whispered.

I turned my head quickly, my heart still pounding, and sucked his flaccid dick into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip before Jordan pushed me away and slipped his dick back into his pants.

He grabbed me by both shoulders and rubbed them hard. "My heart is pounding dude. We better slow down."

Jordan and I went back to working out. Fifteen minutes later, when my loins had finally cooled down, he texted me again.

"If you could have any guy in here, who would it be?"

I looked around, but didn't have to think much. There was a guy in his early twenties that I'd been eyeing since he first starting working out at our gym. A few years ago, he'd been skinny and had a twink vibe that didn't do much for me. He'd since grown up and his musculature had exploded. His arms were about 15 inches, and his five foot eight frame, they looked massive. One shoulder had a tattoo of a huge lion on it. He was beefy, strong, and a little sleazy looking. It was a perfect combination.

"What do you want to do to him? "Jordan texted back. I was getting hard again and I could see him smiling in the mirrors.

I didn't even think, "Lick him. All of him."

"You know how I know you're a bitch?" Jordan texted back. "You see a hot guy and you want to lick him instead of fuck him."

"I wasn't this way until you and Dylan started to fuck with me."

"Liar." Jordan sent, "You dove between my legs like you'd been waiting for my cock your entire life."

There was a long pause while we both worked out. Then Jordan sent another text. "I'm going to fuck your throat tonight, btw."

My cock was now throbbing and I could barely take it anymore. There was too much sensory information for me to handle. The hot guys all around me, the smell of cum and Jordan's body coming off my clothes, and Jordan's unending stream of sexual messages.

"I think I need to go soon." I texted.

"Horny?" He text back. "Go get dressed. I'll be there in five." 

A few minutes later we were back in the car. Jordan drove for a minute until we reached a stop light. "You know, for all of Dylan's talk about you being a voracious cocksucker, you need a lot of direction." Jordan said. He looked at me and then glanced downward between his legs. His cock was hard and tenting his gym shorts. “C'mon bitch, take a hint.”

"Sorry," I said as I blushed. I meant it. I was sorry that I wasn't taking care of his needs.

I bent over the center console and started to mouth his cock. He smelled sweaty and fresh, like body-wash and salt. He pulled on the leg of his shorts and the head of his dick poked out. I took it into my mouth and suckled on the tip like it was a nipple. Jordan rubbed the back of my head.

"Just like that," he sighed. "Just keep me going until we get to your place."

For the next ten minutes, I stayed between his legs. Jordan kept one hand on the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair. When he finally put the car in park, my mouth was full of a mixture of saliva and precum.

I opened the door to my apartment and Jordan walked right in. He sat down on the couch and sprawled out. His sweaty body was all mine, and I took a moment to look at his sexy form before I dropped down to my knees.

"What? No beer first?" He asked.

I got back up and grabbed a beer from the kitchen. When I came back in he was laughing as he sent a text.

"I cant' believe you just got up and did it. Dylan says you're in love with me. I think he's jealous." He threw his phone down on the couch.

"You've got a hot body." I said.

"So does he."

"You're hot in a different way."

Jordan paused. "I can't wait to fuck you. You're totally drama free. Impossible to find with a girl."

I dropped back down to me knees, remembering his warning earlier when I didn't suck his cock in the car. "Start with my feet" he said as he kicked off his shoes. "Then, if you're lucky, I'll let you lick my bulge."

I moved to his sock covered feet and pressed the sole of one of his size 13s against my face. The fabric was damp and smelled sweaty and hot. I licked at the base and then slipped the sock off.

Jordan leaned forward and took the sock out of my hand. He pressed it up against my face. "Take your time, bro. It's not everyday that Dylan lets me fuck around with his lover." He mocked me with the word 'lover', teasing me about the seriousness of our relationship. "Do you think I could steal you from him?"

As I stared up at Jordan and inhaled the smell of his feet, I couldn't help but admit that if anyone could steal me away from Dylan, it would be Jordan. I breathed in deeply and savored the musky smell of his sock. I wasn't considering making any major changes to my relationship, but I was thankful that Dylan was cool enough to let me fool around. If he didn't, I wouldn't have known how to handle everything I was feeling.

"Dylan doesn't have to worry about that." I said.

Jordan grabbed my hair and pushed me back down toward his feet. "If you want to have a heart to heart, we can do that later. For now, just lick my toes. Chicks don't do that, and I know you're totally into my hot body. Aren't you?"

I groaned a yes and moved back to his feet. Jordan pulled my hair back and said, "Answer me, bitch. Do you like my body?"

"Fuck yes, I love it." I dived back to his feet, took a big toe into my mouth, and sucked on it like it was his cock.

Jordan had long narrow toes, and I moved down the row, tasting and sucking on each one. He wiggled them in my mouth, and rubbed against the top of my head with his other foot. I dug my tongue in between each digit and licked deep in the gaps. Jordan shoved his foot into my mouth, stretching my jaw and choking me. Then he pulled out and pressed the sole of his foot against my face. I licked at the bottom while he smashed my nose with his heel. I was breathless when he finally pulled his foot away.

Before I could check myself, the other foot was pressed against my mouth. I licked at the toes and then Jordan muttered, "Get that ass over here, bro." I moved so that my ass was facing him and he yanked my gym shorts down. He moved me so that I was straddling his leg, pushing me wherever he wanted me to go.

Jordan pulled my cheeks apart as I continued to lick at his foot. His thick, hairy, tree truck leg was pressed up against my junk and I rubbed against him. He slapped my ass hard.

"Look at you, humping me like a dog again." He slapped the other cheek. "You're such a fucking slut. How is it that you never figured this out before Dylan?"

As I licked up Jordan's toe jam I wondered the same thing. How could this side of me have been dormant for so long. Jordan slapped my ass again and then he teased my hole.

"You want my cock inside of you? You ready to take my load?"

"Fuck yes." I groaned, Then he shoved a finger inside of me. It wasn't enough, "Give me another one, stud."

Jordan responded by pushing me off of him. When I turned around and looked at him, he was sitting with his legs spread, his muscular, beautiful body spread out on my couch, with the pouch of his jockstrap barely containing his hard dick.

"Crawl over here," he said to me. As I did, he reached behind the couch and pulled out a bag. "I got you a toy, and yes, Dylan said it was ok, so don't freak out about it."

He tossed me the bag. It was heavy and oddly shaped. I reached inside and pulled out a rubber dog tail with a big butt plug at the end. The tail was dappled black and white, and Jordan had included a bottle of lube.

When I looked at him he shrugged, "What can I say? Something about this shit turns me on."

I blushed, knowing that I would be unable to resist playing along. Obviously, what turned him on was humiliating me.

"Put it in," he said sternly.

I lubed it up and then lubed myself up. Looking at the huge plug, I braced myself and then shoved it in in one quick go. I yelped loudly and muttered a holy shit, then I put my face against the carpet and waited for my body to adjust. Jordan pulled my face into his crotch and I breathed in the scent of his jock, an awesome mix of cock and spandex, while my ass stretched open.

"Wag your tail for me, bitch. Wag your tail and dig for your bone."

I shook my ass and felt the rubber moving back and forth. It was an intense, totally new sensation. Each time I moved, the tail took on a life of its own as the plug shifted inside of me. At the same time, I dug my face into Jordan's junk, pushing his hard on around in an attempt to get it to pop out of the  pouch.

"You want that bone, boy? You want it?"

I nodded and Jordan looked at me quizzically. I instantly knew what he wanted and barked softly a few times. "That's a good boy," he said as he roughed up my hair. I didn't utter the words, but all I could think was how fucking intense things were becoming. This was new, and it played to all of my submissive desires.

Jordan stood up and took a step back. "Come here and sniff my nuts boy." He patted the side of his thigh. I crawled over and pressed my face against the pouch of his jock. "Look at me, and wag that fucking tail," Jordan growled at me.

I did as I was asked. I sniffed around his junk, just like a fucking dog, taking in the fresh scent of his sweaty balls. I wanted his cock bad, and tried to use my nose to maneuver it out again. Jordan didn't break eye contact with me, and his smile was the biggest I had ever seen it. He was enjoying this.

I decided to play along and started to whine for his cock. I nuzzled against it and started to mouth it with my lips, not quite licking at him, but going through the motions. I whined like a dog as I pressed my face against his bulge, wagging my tail the whole time.

Jordan grabbed my face and stuck a finger into my mouth, "You're such a fucking slut. Seriously, you're a total whore for cock, and it turns me on like nothing else." He gagged me with his finger, "You want my bone, pup? You need a big, hard stud bone to make you happy?"

I yipped and barked. I guess, at that point, I was in the mindset that I needed to be in order to humiliate myself.

"Fuck yes," Jordan muttered. He grabbed my head and shoved it between his legs, "Lick at my taint, pup." I stuck out my tongue and licked between his asshole and his balls, right up to the beginning of the pouch of his jock. "That's a good boy," Jordan muttered as he closed his thighs against the sides of my face.

I licked at his asshole and up to his balls with my tongue hanging out, like a dog would. Jordan rubbed my hair and teased me as he writhed around on the couch. After a few minutes, I started to shove my tongue up into the pouch of his jock, aiming to get a taste of his balls. Jordan pulled the pouch of his jock and his nuts tumbled out. They were worm and lose, having down under his dick, each ball clearly defined underneath the sticky skin.


I lapped at his nuts, but he pulled on my hair. "No more fucking around, suck those fuckers. Get my baby-makers in your mouth."

I sucked both nuts into my gob and pulled them away from Jordan's body. I love giving a guy a ball job. Something about sucking nuts makes me feel dirty. Straight from the gym, Jordan had a heady wave of ball musk going on, and I breathed in deeply while I sucked him. Finally I felt him tug on the pouch of his jock again and his cock popped out.

I didn't wait for him to say anything, but jumped on his cock and took it as far down as I could. Dylan's cock had stretched out my throat and taking Jordan to the base wasn't much of a challenge. Immediately he gripped my skull and held me down. "Holy shit, bro. Holy shit."

I pulled off. "You like?"

Jordan grabbed his dick by the base and slapped me hard against the face with his thick meat. "Get back on it and remember that dogs don't talk." This time, Jordan thrust upward and rammed his dick in my throat. I choked a bit, but didn't need to pull off. Jordan rubbed my entire head as I started to bob up and down, softly moaning "Good boy" while I ate his dick.

Suddenly, I heard a cough behind me. I turned around as I wiped the spit off my chin and saw Dylan standing near the door. He walked over to me slowly, looking me over from head to toe. He bent down, grabbed the tail, and tugged it gently. My asshole stretched and I moaned a bit.

"I gotta admit, this is way hotter than I thought it would be." He looked up at Jordan, "Good call, bro. I think I can get into this."

"Told you it'd be hot." Jordan said. He stroked his cock a few times, "He's been licking my junk for like an hour now."

Dylan reached down and rubbed me behind the ears, "Are you being a good boy for my friend? Did you do a good job playing with his bone." I barked in response and Dylan broke out in a big smile. "If you're going to be a dog, why don't you come over and great your man like a dog."

I got up on my knees and moved between his legs. I buried my face in his crotch and breathed in hard. I pressed hard enough against him to force him to push back and then rubbed my face all over his warm bulge.

Dylan rubbed my hair and scratched at my neck. In that minute, I completely gave myself over to the fantasy and, with my mind empty of all thoughts except the smell and feel of Dylan's body, I almost came on the spot. Dylan's hands moved away but I kept my face where it was, slowly licking at the denim covered bulge. Dylan finally pushed me away.

When I looked up I saw that he had already taken off his shirt. His hairy chest was pumped up and he spread out his shoulders. From the ground, he looked hot as hell and huge. He unbuttoned the fly of his pants and opened it up. His thick pubic bush spilled out.

"You boys ready to play?" He growled as he moved toward Jordan.

To be continued in the next chapter . . .