Gym Buddies, Part 10

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Gym Buddies, Part 10

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I was on all fours as my man walked over to Jordan and sat down on the couch next to the almost naked jock. He reached over and grabbed Jordan's cock, squeezing it a few times before leaning over to lick up a drop of precum. He looked at me.

"Man, I leave you to alone for a minute and Jordan gets you to totally fag out." Then he turned to Jordan, "I take it that you want to fuck him?"

"That's the plan,” Jordan said. His dick was still rock hard and oozing. I wanted it back in my mouth. Thinking I might have a chance, I inched closer and whined a little.

"Looks like our pup is hungry for more cock." Dylan grabbed Jordan's dick and pointed it toward me. I took it into my mouth and started to suck Jordan while he and Dylan continued their conversation.

"If you want his ass, there's going to be a price."

"What do you have in mind?"

Dylan didn't respond.

"C'mon man. That's a non-starter. Pick something else."

Gym Buddies, Part 9

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Gym Buddies, Part 9
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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."

Gym Buddies, Chapter 8

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Gym Buddies, Part 8
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Note: This story picks almost immediately after the end of Chapter 7.

A few hours later, Dylan and I found ourselves on the couch in my living room, watching a movie. I was laying against his side, and he had his arm around me. He'd pulled me against him about ten minutes ago. It was a frequent sign that he wanted some action. If I didn't give in, he'd slide my head down his body or move one of my hands to his junk. Once he was boned up, he wouldn't give up until his load was inside of me.

It took five minutes before Dylan reached down and squeezed his dick. "Babe, I'm ready for round two. Wanna get fucked?"

I turned my head toward him and smiled, "What's in it for me?"

"My dick is reward enough for you," Dylan said, "You won't fool me by playing hard to get."

He palmed my skull and pushed it down into his crotch. "Breath deep, baby. That'll get you in the mood."

Gym Buddies, Part 7

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 Gym Buddies, Part 7
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 It was a few weeks after Dylan and I tag-teamed his buddy Jason. I'd left work early and gone to the gym. By late afternoon I was headed home and looking forward to a quiet night. Dylan wanted to go out for dinner, which usually signified that he was in a romantic mood. My body was sore from my workout, and I needed some rest. After I fucked him, Dylan became more needy and more aggressive than usual. He had pinned my hands behind my back a few days ago, and my shoulders were still sore.

 I washed up and came out of the shower. When I did, Dylan was sitting in a chair next to my bed. He was wearing his gym gear, and the chest and pits of his t-shirt were dark with sweat. He smiled at me.

 "I went to the gym and they told me you'd just left. I decided to jog over here to see if you were up for a quick fuck."

 "How'd you get in here?" I asked quickly.

 "The door was unlocked. I texted you, but you didn't answer. I figured I'd just come in and find you."

 "Oh." I said.

Michael Hoffman Gets Fucked

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Michael Hoffman Gets Fucked
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Thanks to another author who got me going with this idea in an email exchange. If you like pictures, go to http://justmichaelahoffman.tumblr.com/ and https://www.waybig.com/blog/2010/01/26/corbinfisher-cain/ for pics of Hoffman and Cain.

Cain stared at the tattooed stud in the mirrors from across the gym. He'd gotten used to people, men and women, staring at him when he worked out. For ten years he'd stacked muscle onto his frame, building up a huge chest and arms that maxed out at over seventeen inches when he had a good pump. Everyone looked, and he'd learned to ignore it.

Occasionally though, he caught guys looking at him in a different way. These guys stared at him, their eyes panning over his body from the top of his chest all the way down to his tree trunk legs. Sometimes he could see their eyes widened as they realized that he was who they thought he was.

Years of doing gay porn had made him a minor celebrity in the fitness world. He didn't mind the attention, especially because he was able to parlay it into a free blowjob whenever he need one. He knew from the moment he caught the tatted stud staring that he was one of those guys, and he was fairly sure that he recognized him.

Teaching My Son A Lesson, Part 10

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Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 10
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When I traded Sean to Luis to service his son Jose while he was home, I'd expected that I would still see Sean every so often. In reality, Sean disappeared, and he only came back to raid my refrigerator and get a pair of clean clothes. When I asked him if he was taking care of Jose, he'd grin and blush.

In return, I kept Sam, Luis's son, for equal time. He came by every day after school and gave me a quick blowjob. Then I'd let him go home for a while or hang out with his friends. He came back each night at eight to play some more. I fucked him every night in Sean's bed, held him close all night, then boned him again in the morning. The first few days he tried to avoid me, but a call to Luis had straightened that out.

Sean was living in a dream. Not only was Jose hot, the sexy Latino muscle boy understood Sean and his desires. I know how to dominate Sean, to make him do things he doesn't want to do. Jose understands the little pig Sean had been turned into, and pushed him to go deeper into his love for men and their bodies. The two routinely worked out together at the gym and then talked about guys afterward, often jacking each other off while they fantasized about the jocks they'd ogled that afternoon.