Brad Joins the Gym.
By Alex Carbine
Please Note:- In a written story you have the choice of whether you use condoms or not. In reality there is NO choice. Be safe and careful. Always use condoms. Germs do not discriminate colour, race or creed, nor do they care as to who they are going to infect, maim or kill.
Chapter One.
Brad looked down at his feet and realised for the first time that he could not see his cock. He had woken up and thrown off the bed covers, and was lying on his back, his mind blank. His balls itched and he scratched them They still itched and he looked down towards his feet, and it was then that he realised that his stomach was getting in the way. "I'm getting fat," he said out loud. He looked down again. "I've got fat," he corrected himself.
Looking at himself in the full length mirror he realised he had put on weight. In the shower he felt the rolls of fat on the arms and round his stomach. Shaving, he saw in the mirror he had the makings of a double chin. 'How could this have happened?' he asked himself. 'Why me? Why now?'
He pondered as he cooked his English breakfast of fried bread (2 slices), fried eggs, (2) grilled tomatoes (2 halves), grilled bacon (4 slices), a 3 cup cafetière of coffee, 4 slices of toast, butter, orange marmalade, and today, to cap it all, he had run out of cream for his coffee. He sat in the kitchen afterwards, feeling bloated as usual and wondered 'Why have I put on weight? Am I getting old or something?'
In the supermarket, as he was making his weekly shop, he ran into a friend, and they decided to go into the Café for a mid-morning coffee and doughnut. Stan remarked that Brad was not his 'usual jolly self today'. Brad told him why. Stan told him he was not 'that' old, and not 'that' fat, but when they parted after the second doughnut each, Brad still felt down. Pushing his full trolley to the check-out, he determined he was going to do something about it.
On his route home was the local Golf Club, and it had recently opened a Gym and Spa next to the Club House. He parked up and strode into the Reception Hall. 'Even the air smells healthier' Brad told himself as he went up to the desk.
"Yes?" said the Receptionist, looking intently at her nails as she filed one to a point. "What is it?" she said, in that nasally sing-song whine that is usually used by announcement girls in large stores. She continued with her emery board on another nail. "I want to join the Gym and Spa," said Brad using his most friendly 'salesman' tone. "You'll have to fill in a form," answered the Receptionist, laying a piece of paper on the desk top near her, not him. He reached over, took the paper and went over to a table and chairs. As he read the form he realised it was the health declaration form for ladies before they have their beauty treatments. He returned to Reception.
"Yes?" said the Receptionist as before, still doing her nails. Brad leaned over, took hold of the emery board and and threw it back over his shoulder. She looked up, eyes blazing. Brad smiled and said politely, "Now that I have your undivided attention," he held out the paper, just out of her reach so she had to lean forward to get it, "maybe you can give me the correct form so I can join the Gym and Spa, if I am not inconveniencing you too much!" She snatched the form out of his hand and glared at it for a moment, smacked it to the desk and turned her back on Brad to select from the rack of papers on the back desk a new form, murmuring under her breath loud enough for Brad to hear the phrases 'fucking fatty' and 'I'm just a fucking servant' in her rant.
The form was held up to him out of his reach, and he held his hand out for her to put it into it. Eventually their eyes met, and she unwillingly took a step forward and put it in his hand. "Thank you," he said quietly with a slight smile. He turned to go back to the table, but then turned back to her. "Oh, and yes, I am a 'fucking fatty', which is why I am planning on joining the Gym, and yes again, you are 'just a servant' as you are the Receptionist here and earn your wages by serving the Customers." "Well really!" she blustered at him. "Yes really," he answered and went back to the table to fill in the form.
When he return with the completed form he asked what else was required. "You have to be shown round by the Manager." She stopped and smiled sweetly at him. "But he's not in today, so you will have to go away." Brad could see her mental shutters go down with that. "OK. Can I see the Assistant Manager, one of the Gym Trainers, or whoever is in charge at the moment, in the absence of the Manager. It must be someone else, because I'm sure it is not in your job description, just as I'm sure that you never do anything more than is required, do you?" said Brad in an even voice, now not annoyed but trying not to laugh. Her hand flew to the telephone, jabbing the dial buttons. "There's a man who needs to talk to you, NOW" and slammed the receiver back into the cradle.
Less than thirty second later a man in a navy-blue track suit appeared through the door to one side of the Reception desk, marked Gym Suite, and came over to Brad. "How can I help you, Sir?" he said courteously. "He says he wants to ..." started the Receptionist, but was cut short by the man in the track suit. "Rochelle, I am talking to the Customer. I have told you before, if you have something to say, wait your turn, unless it's an Emergency, like a Fire. Is there a fire? No. Then please remain quiet. Thank you." During this quiet outburst the man had continued eye contact with Brad and continued shaking his hand. "Thank you, I had a communication problem with her earlier," said Brad, "but I don't think I will in the future." "No, I don't take her bull shit either," said the track suit with a sudden, genuine smile, and showed Brad back to his Office.
"I'm sorry about her," said the man nodding towards the Receptionist outside, as he gestured to Brad to sit down in the comfortable chair facing his desk, whilst he sat in the high-backed black leather Office chair opposite, and smiled at Brad. "Can we start again?" he asked pleasantly. Brad felt that this man was in charge of himself and his surroundings, and his previous misgivings created by the Receptionist about the Establishment were unfounded. "Thank you,"said Brad and extended his hand to shake the man's again, but this time as a friend, not just out of courtesy.
Robert, the Assistant Manager, introduced himself, and within minutes he was showing Brad around the premises, explaining the various exercise machines functions. Brad was impressed as to how 'high tech' the whole place appeared, as well as clean and airy. From the 'Exercise Arena' Robert took him across Reception and through another set of double doors to the 'Changing and Shower Facilities', and Brad was impressed by the carpeted and light real wood fittings he found there, the eight private showers, the toilets, the sense of opulence and luxury. He noted there was even a small spin dryer for wet swimming costumes as they walked through an archway and into the 'Pool and Spa' area, having slipped on disposable plastic overshoes over their normal shoes, so as to not tread dirt onto the tiled pool surround. Robert triggered the large 'Jacuzzi Whirlpool' set into the tiled flooring between the doors to the 'Dry Sauna' and the 'Steam Sauna' to show the 8 – 10 capacity of each and they stood at the far end, looking along the length of the pool, which, as Robert told him, "is 1.3 metres deep along its' length and maintained at blood temperature, so it should not be too hot, nor too cold."
Back in his Office, Robert made short work of the joining paperwork, and as they sipped their coffees, brought in by a tight-lipped and sullen Rochelle, Robert was able to talk about an exercise regime for Brad, entering the answers Brad gave into the computer, and ending with giving Brad a special 'Computer Key' for when he came the next time. "Hold this next to the box with the red light by the door and you can gain access and exit to the the Exercise and Changing rooms. Register yourself at the consul inside the door and you will be shown your projected daily exercise program. Use it at each machine and that machine will be configured to your person needs. Next time you come, when you will be wearing suitable clothing, we will set the seat heights and reach, and then every session your progress will be monitored by the computer, the results being stored so I can increase or decrease your output, for your next session." Brad left with a healthier outlook on life.
In the late afternoon of next day Brad met Robert by Appointment and, using his new 'Key' let himself into the changing rooms. He placed his sports kit bag on one of the central benches and opened a locker door. As he was alone he stripped naked, folding his clothes before piling them neatly on the bench. Then he stepped into his black jock strap and turned sideways and admired his profile in one of the many full-length mirrors on the walls between the locker doors. He looked at the line of the black strap as it went from the elastic waistband down to curl round his buttock to join the base of the pouch, out-of-sight between his legs. He stroked the lumps of his fabric covered cock and weighed his balls with one hand. He jumped back to reality when he heard a door open in the shower area and realised that he was not alone any more.
Brad returned to his sports bag and pulled out a white 'Nike' sweat vest and started to put it on, seeing a figure wrapped in a towel approach through the air-tex holes in the vest as he pulled it over his head. The stranger went to another bench near-by and opened his locker door, his back to Brad. Brad started to step into his yellow nylon shorts as the stranger used his towel to dry his head, hair and back, revealing his naked, hairy bum cheeks and legs.
He was standing with his legs slightly apart, and Brad could make out his shape of his balls hanging between them. Brad took out from his bag his short socks and sat on the bench, facing the man. As he put his socks on his feet he watched as the man towelled his body dry, then with his back still to Brad, he towelled his genitals dry, wiping the towel between his legs to reach every bit of moisture. It was as Brad was tying the laces of his tennis shoes that the man turned round and smiled at him. Brad's eyes went to the man's cock and he saw that his pubes were shaved, his cock was not circumcised and that the man had a lazy hard-on. The man gave the lengthening tube of his cock a couple of strokes as he watched Brad's eyes travel from his cock up to his face. The man nodded friendly to Brad and then turned back to his locker. Robert was waiting for him, so Brad put his outside clothes in to the bag and the bag in to the locker, all the while watching as the man slowly put on his Calvin Klein underwear, tucking his almost erect cock inside the waist band. Slipping a coin into the mechanism he took the key out of the lock and strapped it to his wrist. Brad was not sure what to say, so just quietly said, "So you around," and walked to the exit.
It took over an hour for Robert to take Brad round the various machines and set them up for Brad, adjusting each for comfort and use, exercising on each to make sure the settings were correct. When they had finished Robert left Brad to return to the Changing Room and slip on his swimsuit. Brad had a collection of trunks, and had brought a blue and red pair made by Andrew Christian. They were a Speedo-style brief and the support pouch at the front for his cock and balls was cut and shaped so that they were not flattened next to his body, but hung naturally and contained. Brad was proud of the size of his genitals and enjoyed the not-so-subtle way they were displayed. Refilling his drink bottle at the cold water fount, he then strode into the pool room.
He stepped down into the water and he was pleasantly surprised by the temperature. As Robert had said, it was not to hot or cold, just right. There were three others in the water, swimming lengths and he joined them, feeling his muscles relax as he moved through the water, swimming with an easy crawl stroke. He had only completed ten lengths when the others walked up the steps out of the pool, and he watched as each stood under the shower set in the wall, before stepping into the Hot Sauna. He decided he would join them.
Standing under the shower, he was able to see the men through the glass door into the sauna. He could see them looking out and he used both hands to rinse his hair, giving them an unrestricted view of the bulge of his manhood in his briefs, knowing that the water was running off the curved shape of the crutch. The shower stopped automatically and he wiped the excess water away before open the door.
The dry heat came as a shock, but was bearable. Brad sat on the slatted bench facing the three. He was on the lower bench and so was one of the others, the remaining two either sitting or lying on the upper bench. Brad sat with his legs apart, his balls hanging over the front of the bench. The men appeared approximately 35 each, younger than him, and showed toned stomach muscles. Brad reckoned they must exercise regularly. He was a bit self conscious of his paunch, and sat upright, sucking his stomach in as best he could. The one sitting opposite him wiped his hands along his legs, smoothing the skin and wiping the sweat off. Then Brad watched as his hand went to the crutch of his swim shorts and he cupped his fingers round his bulge, holding it. Brad looked at the man's face and saw that he was looking straight back at Brad, his eyes not breaking contact as so often happens. Brad watched as the man's eyebrows lifted in the typical expression of 'query'. They had not spoken a word since Brad had entered.
Brad felt that he was being asked a question wordlessly, and he thought he knew the answer. He leaned back against the hot, darkened pine wall, and cupped his own bulge and gave the man a smile back. The young man returned the smile and said, "You've got to be careful these days. What you into?" 'Fuck! No foreplay here,' thought Brad, and answered as if he were in the gay sauna he visited in Brighton. "Oh the usual," he said trying to sound casual, "Oral, some anal. I prefer to be a bottom, but will give it. You know." "Yeah. My name's Andy. This," he nodded to the guy sitting behind him, "is Will, and that lazy slob lying down is our Franky." "Hi," said Brad nodding to each.
Without a word, Frank, who was wearing a towel round his middle, opened it up as he lay back, and Will leaned over him, taking Franky's already stiff cock shaft in his mouth and starting to bob his head up and down on it. Brad felt as though he had interrupted them. "Saw you in the pool, and when you followed us in here, we knew you must be OK," said Andy without being asked. "At this time of day, we hardly see anyone else in here. You a member, or just visiting?" Brad told him that he had just joined, and pinched his roll of muscle round his gut saying, "I want to get rid of this." As Brad had thought, Andy told him they exercised nearly every day, and offered to help him get started. They had seen Brad as Robert took him round earlier, but Brad was so involved in his induction that he had not been aware of them.
"Thanks," said Brad, his interest drawn to the antics of the two on the top bench, "That's a kind offer, and I may take you up on it. If there's anything I can do for you ..." started Brad but he stopped as Andy stood up and flopped his cock over the waist of his swim shorts. "You can suck on this," he said with a laugh. Brad leaned forward on his bench and let Andy feed his half hard circumcised cock head in between his lips. Taking hold of the soft shaft, Brad felt it getting harder and thicker as he wanked it's base, the head swelling against his tongue as the blood pumped into the erectile tissues. Andy eased his shorts down and they dropped past his knees letting him step out of them. With Andy encircling his cock and balls with a finger and thumb and holding it all out to him, Brad began in earnest to suck the purple head of his new found friend. He was beginning to enjoy his exercising, he thought to himself.
Above them Frank had now turned over onto his hands and knees, and Will had his hands on Frank's proffered rump, his face buried into the cleft of Franks' ass cheeks, licking across Frank's hole and tugging Frank's engorged member hanging between his legs. All four of them were sweating profusely, rivers of it pouring down their faces or oozing out of the rest of their bodies, for, even though there was little humidity in the sauna, the temperature was in the high 90's.
Brad was the first to want to stop, as he was the least fittest, and was not used to the sauna heat like the others. Staggering to the door he almost fell outside into the cooler air of the pool room, grabbed the drink flask on the floor by the door, and in a few steps he was at the poolside. He sat on the tiled surround and dipped his legs into the water, which now felt cool to his touch, even though he knew it was almost at usual blood temperature, and drew on the cold water in his flask. He still felt hot, and carefully slipped off the edge into the water, immersing himself totally. When he surfaced the others were falling out of the sauna door, and they followed his lead and jumped into the pool to cool off.
Andy swam to where Brad was standing and came round behind him. Brad felt Andy's hands on the waist band of his trunks as he pulled them down to his knees, then the probing stiffness of Andy's erection as it pushed it's way between his cheeks seeking entry into Brad's arsehole. "Fancy taking me?" asked Andy in his left ear, as his cock knocked at the door, under the water. Brad reached behind himself with both hands and held his cheeks apart, as an invitation to enter and be recognised. Andy held onto Brad's hips and pushed hard until he felt the bell end of his cock slide past the sphincter and started going up into Brad's bowels. Truthfully, the water in the pool was not much of a lubricant, but it was a little, and Brad's ass was no virgin.
Joined together in this way, the two walked to the corner of the pool until Brad was able to lean against the pool edges at the right-angle and brace himself so that Andy could stab away to his heart's content. Brad had looked around but there was no one else in the room, and he stood leaning against the corner of the pool relaxing his anal muscles so that the friction and drag of Andy's cock on the tender skin around the hole was not unbearable. He looked to his right to see Frank sitting on the poolside, leaning back on his two arms, whilst Will continued to suck and bob on the cock that rose so nicely out of Frank's lap, Will standing in the water, his submerged hand wanking his cock.
Sadly, at good things have to cum to an end, and it was Frank who came into Will's willing mouth first, pumping his whiteness as Will sucked and swallowed. Then Brad felt Andy speed up his stroke, pushing his thickening cock deeper and deeper into him, before the feeling of heat inside his guts told him that Andy had cum his load. Andy withdrew his cock and patted Brad's shoulder. "That was good wasn't it?" he said, and Brad just grunted. He took hold of Andy and turned him around, sticking his stiff cock up into Andy's crack, but Andy wriggled away with a "Sorry, but that's not my scene. Try Will he always likes a good bum shag."
At the mention of his name Will had looked over at Brad and Andy, and Andy called him over with, "Come over here, Brad want to spunk in you." Will dipped his head under the water and washed the cum off his face before wading over to where Brad was standing. Taking the same stance in the corner of the pool that Brad had taken, he braced himself against the pool edges so that Brad could push his cock length into him. Brad positioned himself behind Will and held him, a hand either side of his waist. Pulling himself up against Will there was an initial resistance from Will as Brad's cock head squashed up against Will's ring. Then it slid inside as Will pushed back against the invader, relaxing his ring muscles as though he was having a crap, Brad's helmet ring slipping past the circular muscle to the soft flesh inside.
Brad had already experienced how little the water enabled a cock to slide ion and out, but apparently Will was into this more than Brad had been, as he pushed hard back against Brad, making the cock slip in to it's full length in one go, before Will clamped down hard on his anus muscle, making the withdrawal of the inflated tube that much more difficult. Will was to repeat this many times as Brad shafted him, until Brad finally succumbed to the mounting sensations and whispered in Will's ear he was about to cum.
Will pulled his arse off Brad's cock, spun round and dived beneath the water surface in time to envelope Brad's helmet corona with his lips and hermetically seal round it so that none of the precious cargo that it ejected into his mouth escaped into the surrounding water. Brad stood upright with his hands on his hips and pumped into Will's mouth delivering eight copious loads, before he ran dry. Even so Will remained under the water cleaning and licking the beneficial cock until he was satisfied and surfaced to take another breath.
"He's good inn 'e?" stated Andy to Brad about Will. "Yeah, that was good," Brad congratulated his recipient. "Any time," Will answered almost nonchalantly, running his tongue around inside his mouth in case he had missed some of the swallowed spunk. "I like your taste. Thanks." and he moved off back to his mate Frank, in case Frank wanted to fuck him as well, but Frank was apparently satisfied with the blow job. Pulling their shorts and trunks up they clambered out onto the tiles and made their way back to the changing room.
Brad opened his locker and removed his towel from the bag, before walking into a shower cubicle and closing the door. Standing under the water as he used the shower gel from the wall dispenser, he was aware of a draft and turned to see a stranger at the open door. "I heard the shower, and your door was not locked. Do you want me to help you?" asked the man, taking the towel away from his waist to reveal a fair sized cock, erect and ready for action.
"My name's Brad and you are ?.?" said Brad, wiping soap from his eyes. "Colin," said the stranger, stepping in and closing the door behind himself. He hung his towel on the hook over Brad's and slid the lock across. Pumping the shower gel dispenser until he had a little mound of it in his palms Colin then rubbed his hands over Brad's shoulder blades and down his back, until his hands cupped Brad's buttocks, then travelling round the back of his legs until his finger tips were pushing into the back of Brad's scrotum. His hands were together as though he was praying and Colin then raised one of his thumbs and pushed it up into Brad's anus. Colin found Brad's ring had been opened previously and replaced the one thumb with both. Brad leaned against the shower wall supporting himself on both hands, bending his back and legs slightly, so his bum jutted out.
Colin's two thumbs had now become four fingers of one hand, which he pushed in and out of Brad's hole. He reached round to the front of Brad and took hold of Brad's stiff cock. As he pushed his hand in to Brad's arse he stroked down to the base of Brad's cock, and vice versa, whilst humping his own erection against Brad's thigh, sliding the two lumps of the baby's bum caused by the piss slit on his circumcised cock to slide up and down Brad's hip as the water cascaded down from the shower head. After taking thirty or so of these strokes with hands and cock, Brad felt the cock sliding up and down his hip begin to jerk and buck, before he felt the hot ejaculate shoot up the side of his body as Colin shot several ropes of sperm onto him.
Brad stood with his eyes closed and let his cock be wanked as the feeling inside his balls welled up a second time in the hour. As he shot a few times his anus clenched on the fucking fingers. He turned his head to look at Colin, to find he had his eyes closed and a silly smile on his face, as he continued to thrust and wank, hump and jerk. Finally he stopped and his eyes opened to see Brad smiling at him. "Thanks mate," Colin said, slowly pulling his finger out. Brad nodded back, and Colin took another lump of gel and washed Brad's hole, rubbing it to help it close. Brad let him. The shower washed Colin's spunk away off his body, but not all washed down the plug hole, leaving white lumps on the dark terracotta tiles. Colin wrapped his towel round his body and left the cubicle.
"I could get used to this," thought Brad as he thought back over what had happened that afternoon. "I'll have my weight down in no time."
Chapter Two. (and the story gets better!)
Brad was unable to visit the Gym the next day, but the day after, a Saturday, he breezed in before Noon. He was glad to see that the sour faced Receptionist was not on duty, but that the position was taken by a young lad, he gauged to be just in his early twenties, who looked up from the desk as he entered and smiled welcomingly. "Can I help you?" he asked, and Brad went to talk with him.
"Hallo, my name Brad Putt, and I joined a couple of days ago. Robert, your Assistant Manager showed me round, but this is the first day I am here to exercise, for real." Brad looked at the youth. He saw blonde curly hair, blue eyes, an enduring smile, perfect teeth, and felt his cock twitch. The lad stood up and indicated the Changing Rooms door. "If you just change over in there, and come back, I will help you on your first day. The Receptionist should be back by then." Brad could feel the excitement building up inside his balls as he saw that below the tight, white sweat shirt the lad was wearing, there was an even tighter, white pair of shorts full of lumps that that left very little to the imagination. If Brad was reading the lumps between those legs, the boy was hung and no mistake. With an "OK, thanks. I will be back in a tick," Brad fished his electronic card key from his kit holdall and used it to open the door.
He was just stripping down and folding his clothes when the lad walked in and stood near him, looking at Brad's naked buttocks as he put a foot on the bench to take his socks off. Brad turned and faced him, his limp cock not actually so limp, as it jutted out from his body an inch before hanging down, the white flesh of his smooth shaven pubic area highlighting the pewter cock ring that encircled the base of his cock and balls. "I forgot to mention that the lockers take a £1 coin which is returnable. I brought one if you don't have the right change," said the lad, holding the coin out for Brad to take, his eyes never leaving the shaking end of Brad's cock as Brad took his other sock off, still facing him.
"Thanks that's very kind of you," Brad answered smiling, "but," Brad now turned his back and bent down to retrieve a coin from inside the kit holdall on the floor before turning back to show the lad, " I already have a coin put to one side for just that use." The lad had not moved, and Brad knew that he had shown him a good back view of his low hanging balls and into the cleft of his buttocks. "That's OK then," said the lad, not moving away, but staying to watch as Brad stepped into his black jock strap, flipping the elastic waistband over the end of his knob and pulling the jock up over his hip bones. Brad watched the lad's eyes never waver from his cock and balls as he used two hands to make his package comfortable in the fabric pouch. As he ran his fingers inside the supporter bands over his buttocks, Brad saw the sweat on the lad's upper lip, which thing the lad licked unconsciously as Brad slipped on his yellow nylon shorts.
"So what's your name?" asked Brad as he sat on the bench and pulled his Nike shoes on and tied the laces. The lad came out of his reverie. "It's Val, short for Valentino," he said almost shyly. "I bet you get a ribbing with that name," said Brad, "I do with mine, ... you know Brad Putt." Brad gave a short cackle and the lad smiled. "Yeah!" he said, "we did not ask for them, but names can be a bit of a bugger, can't they?" Brad pulled his sweat shirt on over his head, gathered his outdoors clothing into his holdall and locked everything in the locker. Strapping the key to his left wrist, he put his arm round Val's shoulder and said, "Come on, let's get going." He noted that Val did not flinch at his touch, and he altered his hold so that he could ruffle Val's blonde curly hair as it tumbled down the nape of his neck. Val's head fell back onto Brad's hand as he felt Brad's fingers move up his neck and caress his scalp, almost snuggling into his palm. "Come on," said Brad again and they moved off to the door together.
Brad swiped his card across the jaw of the consul and they read what Robert had set up as first in Brad's list of exercises regime. "The bikes are over here," offered Val moving over to them. He took Brad's card and waited for Brad, then showed Brad how the seat moved automatically to the position set into the computer when he swiped it through the card reader jaw. "Clever innit?" said Val proudly, and watched as Brad mounted the saddle and commenced pedalling, the display showing his progress up and down the 'hills' of different difficulty.
"When you come next time, bring some headphones and plug them in here," said Val standing close and indicating the socket hole. "If you push this on the screen," which he did for Brad, "the screen changes to the TV channel of your choice, and it's satellite, so there's hundreds." Brad watched the screen change and then looked at Val, to see that Val was not looking at the screen, but between his legs at the lumps moving in his yellow shorts as he pedalled and his thighs pushed his full jockstrap contents one way and another. Purposefully he took his hand off the curved handlebar below the screen and re-arranged his 'jewels' a bit, watching as Val licked his sweaty top lip again.
Val stayed with Brad as he went round from machine to machine, his eyes seeming glued to Brads crutch. When Brad exercised his arms, pushing the pads so his elbows touched, Val stood so he could see between his open legs. When Brad sat on the sliding seat of the rowing machine, Val was at the front on one knee, giving advice and encouragement, and also looking down between Brad's legs as they bent and straightened. But it was Brad's turn when he came to the weight lifting. Brad lay on his back on the bench and put his hand on the lifting bar, the machine loading it to give him the weight set to lift. Val moved in to stand at his head and gave Brad tips as to how to lift without risk of injury. Brad was able to look right up Val's shorts and see his rainbow coloured jock. 'Full of the promised land' Brad thought to himself, as he clearly saw the outlines of Val's balls and cock, before looking past the shorts at Val's head and realise that Val was looking at him, and had seen where he had been looking. Val smiled down at Brad. Brad smiled up at Val.
Brad continued round the large room until he had completed the tasks Robert had set for him, and then he said to Val, "I think I'm about ready for that swim now." "That's a good idea," Val said, "I think I will join you. I finished about twenty minutes ago, but thought I would see you through to the end, if you know what I mean?" His infectious smile flashed his teeth for a second. "I like to have a relax at the end of my day's work," he added, and together they left the Exercise Room, walked across the Reception Hall and entered the Changing Room, the older man with his arm resting on the younger man's shoulders.
Val kept his kit in a locker over to one side of the Changing Room, but when he saw where Brad was changing he brought his kit bag over next to Brad. "I think I will have a shower," said Brad, trying to pull his wet sweat shirt off over his shoulders, but the shirt clung tenaciously to his skin and refused to slide off. As he struggled with it half over his head he was aware that Val was changing next to him. "Here, let me help you," he heard Val say, and felt his muscular arms tugging as Val took hold of the bottom of the shirt and pulled it inside out over Brad's head and shoulders. Brad was looking at the floor, his arms out-stretched, when his head slid out of the shirt. As Val helped the shirt off his arms he had a clear view of the youth just standing clad in only his jockstrap, the bulge showing that the lad had a hard-on, with the head pointing toward his left hip. "Thanks," said Brad, taking the wet shirt from Val with one hand, and as he said "and I think one good turn deserves another," he let his other hand brush Val's stiff cock, his fingertips tracing the length and feeling the hardness of the lad's erection. Val looked into Brad's kind eyes and answered "Yes, that would be nice," before he sat down suddenly on the bench and reached out for Brad's waist. "I expect your shorts will be a problem as well," Val said and Brad let the young man ease his shorts down over the lump of his black jock pouch.
Brad unconsciously pushed his hips forward towards the boys face as the shorts slipped to the floor. Val licked his sweating top lip, and his hands touched the hardening flesh encased in the black fabric pouch. One hand weighed the balls whilst the other took hold of Brad's cock, feeling it swell measurably in his touch. He licked his top lip again. "You can if you want to," said Brad quietly, his hands now on Val's head, his fingers running through the blonde curly hair. Val peeled the jock down Brad's legs, watching the uncircumcised head pop up and out of the pouch, watched the foreskin peel back to reveal half of the purple head, watched as a bead of clear fluid oozed out of the slit, watched as his balls came clear of the descending jock and hung, one lower than the other, in the sac. Val breathed in the man smell of Brad and his own cock did a couple of handstands in his rainbow stripe jock.
The words "You can if you want to," repeated quietly and Val leaned forward and took Brad's beautifully formed, bar hard, sweaty cock in his mouth, holding the erect member with one hand whilst the other clasped Brad's balls gently, moving them in their sac as he would his 'Chinese worry balls', a gift last Christmas from a friend he would probably never see again, unless he saved enough money to visit to Australia. Brad and Val retreated into their own dream worlds for a moment, joined only by cock and mouth.
Brad's hands on Val's head started to encourage Val's mouth along and back the length of his cock, Val a willing mouth. For several moments Val's head bobbed on Brad's stiffy, but then Val stopped and looked up into Brad's face. "We ought to go somewhere a little less public," he said, "someone could walk in on us." He stood up and handed Brad a towel, wrapping one round himself. "Let's have a shower," he said, leading Brad by hand into the Shower Area.
The last cubicle on the right was for Disabled Patrons, and was the size of two cubicles, fitted with support bars and a fold-down seat under the shower head. When Brad was in, Val closed and locked the door then turned to face Brad. He removed Brad's towel, letting Brad's cock wave to him, and, giving him a gentle shove, Val guided Brad until he sat down on the white plastic seat. Then Val took a step back and slowly unwrapped his own towel. He was still wearing his rainbow jock, and it still showed Brad that he was 'very interested'. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, Val began pulling it down as he swung his hips from side to side in a way, Val hoped, was slinky and sensuous. Brad leaned back against the cool tiled surface and stretched his legs out in front of him. Taking his cock he began to wank his 7 inches (18cms) of hard, uncut flesh as he watched the lad in front of him dance for him while Val removed the only item of clothing he was wearing.
As the jock slipped down from his hips, Val made sure that his cock caught in the top of the pouch, so that his stiffy escaped like a spring to appear, it's whole length thrusting upwards in one go. It too was 7 inches, but it was circumcised. As Val gyrated and revealed, his eyes were fixed on the purple head being covered and revealed between Brad's legs, as Brad's hand wanked up and down his shaft. He has never seen an uncircumcised cock in his life before this day, his few experiences being only with lads of his own age and similar cut condition. He had also never seen a cock ring. When he had first laid eyes on Brad, he had hoped he was uncut, and now his wish was cumming true.
He moved forward so that the cock that he held in his hand pointed directly at Brad's mouth. Brad opened his jaws, and like a scene from a science fiction film, the hangar swallowed the shuttle craft, until Brad's lips were firmly docked on Val's pubic region. Only then, with all 7 inches safely engulfed, did Brad close his lips round Val's cock, and he began the delicious oral dance that leads to so much.
Val put his hands on his buttocks and helped to push himself in and out of Brad's warm, wet docking bay. He had lost his virginity with a girl, but it was not as exciting as what was happening right now. Brad let the boy fuck his mouth, using his tongue muscles to increase the pressure on the sliding knob head between the top of his pallet and his tongue's coarse surface. His lips slid up and down the outside of the erect tube on a thick coating of spittle, which dripped down from his mouth as though the boy had cum his lumps. Brad enjoyed that, every time it happened, a man's cock jerking and spraying the contents of his balls into his throat and leaking out the sides of his mouth. His own cock thickened momentarily in his hands as he wanked, thinking of it.
Val's hands transferred to Brad's head and he pulled it back and forth, ramming the mouth deep down to the base of his cock, before pulling it back so the writhing tongue inside could swirl and wash over his cock's swollen-to-bursting-point helmet. Brad was comfortable with this as, it was not the first time, and he could breathe. He could feel the urgency of Val's thrusting increase and he reached for the lad's balls, to find that they were almost up either side of the lad's cock. 'He won't be long,' thought Brad, and as he moved his hand back under the boy so that his middle finger could stroke across Val's crinkled brown hole entrance, Brad felt the first spurt of pre-cum and could envisage in his mind's eye, the circumcised cock head slit spouting a jet of crystal clear joy toward his face.
Val had his eyes closed and could see an amalgam of Brad's face, merging with several of his friends that he had had oral sex with. He could feel his semen rising in his balls and felt Brad's hand stroke them before they burst, and a wave of pleasure swept over him as Brad's mouth accepted his first gift of life. Then Brad's finger found his hole and dragged across it, before pushing through the muscle ring and up toward his pleasure centre. Val leaned down hard on the intruding finger and felt it push the bell button that opened his flood gates. Pushing his cock hard and deep into Brad's mouth as Brad found and stimulated his prostate, Val let his cock spit wads of cum onto the back of Brad's throat, before half withdrawing so that Brad's tongue could swirl around it before the next wad of cum burst out of the tip of his cock.
Brad was wanking his cock, his hand slipping up and down himself in the lubrication that was bubbling up and out of his own piss slit. His middle finger was now firmly inside the lad's bum, the tip brushing along the outside of the pea sized gland just up inside his anus. After the initial squirt of thin pre-cum to alert his taste buds as he pushed up into the lad with his finger, and when he had brushed over the surface of the prostate where he had expected to find it, Brad was rewarded with a forceful ejaculation of creamy lumps of sperm, splattering the back of his throat as Val had pushed himself in as far as he could get, and stood quivering with emotions as the next ejaculation gathered itself with the help of Brad's stroking finger tip.
Val stood stiff legged, his cock held deep in Brad's mouth, his hands pulling Brad's head hard onto his stomach to gain the extra millimetre of personal length into him, his sphincter gripping hard around Brad's finger that was stroking his pleasure button to make him - Oh My God I'm Cumming Again - shoot into his mouth another load of his cum. This was the first time Val had experienced such a forceful set of cums. Not even when he had found his Mother's vibrator some years ago, and gone back to his room, locked the door, sniffed it and secretly stuck it up his bum, buzzing away, whilst wanking himself frantically, had he had such a violent reaction, a reaction he had tried to repeat unsuccessfully with various toys but never succeeded until now. Maybe it was something to do with the man doing it. He pumped more lumps of his cum into Brad, holding that thought and planning ahead.
By the fifth explosion of Val, Brad lost the battle to swallow and let the sticky stuff seep out of his mouth down Val's cock to his balls, and drip down his chin onto his stomach. It appeared to Brad that Val's ejaculation were not diminishing. The quality and quantity were maintained as each spurt gushed from the boy. By this time he was holding Val's buttocks with a hand and steadying the lad, who seemed to be almost dizzy with the effort, holding Val's cock in to his mouth and letting it jerk as he finger fuck his ass, knocking his joy button each time. Eventually Val ran dry, his cock still trying to jet but nothing would cum. Brad slowly pulled his finger out and held Val away from his face. Val felt Brad's finger go and opened his eyes, then focussed them down at Brad's upturned and smiling face. Val knew what he was going to do next.
His legs felt as though he had been running on a treadmill. Val moved back and waved for Brad to stand up. Then Val folded the seat against the tiled wall and let the disabled supporting bars down and locked them into position. Pumping a handful of shampoo from the dispenser he spread it between his legs, making sure some worked into his hole. Then he stood between the two sets of support bars projecting out from the wall, and bent over, his arms supporting himself as he presented his arsehole to Brad. "I want you to fuck me," said Val looking over his shoulder at Brad, "Really good and really hard."
Taking the lead from Val, Brad lathered his cock in shampoo and then offered himself up to the winking hole that Val was offering. He guessed that Val had not been ass-fucked many times, so he eased his mushroom head into the lad, pushing until it disappeared inside the muscle ring, and then he waited a few seconds until the lad's muscles were used to the stretch he was causing. "You sure you're good?" asked Brad and Val just nodded. Taking a bit of dripping water from the shower head he dripped it over his length and then pushed. Inch by inch he watched his cock slide into the lad, resting when Val gave a little jump or a grunt, until nearly all of his 7 inch were inside. Then Brad leaned over a bit more and kissed the back of Val's neck, before pushing the final bit fully in, so that their balls hung together.
Then Val felt Brad withdrawing and pushing back in, starting a steady rhythm that would last for many minutes. With his eyes closed again, Val slipped into an 'in-between world' where reality and fantasy met and were indistinguishable. He dismissed the discomfort he had felt initially, for it had been replaced by a warm glow in his rump. The blackness of his closed eyes was replaced by images of various sexual natures. He saw two dogs fucking, the bright red prick of the dog shafting deep into the bitch. He saw scenes from various videos he had watched with the girl's legs in the air and he was fucking her shaven cunt, then she was on all fours and he was fucking her missionary position, then he was cumming over her face, white lines streaking across her nose and open mouth. Then the images, he realised, were not of a female but of a male, and he was fucking the man's ass from behind, then he was wanking the man, watching as the slit spat cum at him, then the man was on his back and Val's cock was sliding in and out between his legs, whilst he wanked the man's enormous phallus, having to use both hands to grip it as he fucked, with a close up of his cock sliding in and out of the hole, streaked with his cum.
Brad found Val's hot love sleeve nicely tight. With his hands resting on Val's rump, Brad was able to piston his cock in and out easily. When he felt that there was a need for more lubrication, he simply dripped more water onto his shaft and re-activated the shampoo. Slowly his orgasm built as he swung his hips, his eyes shut, remembering other glorious fucks he had had, both giving and receiving. Then reality broke back in as he felt that he had almost reached 'that plateau' that he was climbing up to. "I'm gonna cum," he said as he sawed into the lad, and that said, he did.
Val felt the first cum as a spreading heat in his guts. Concentrating on that, he felt Brad's moving prick was sliding a bit easier, and realised it was now being lubricated by Brad's own spunk. He felt as Brad ejaculated each time, sensing the swelling of his erectile tissues, the enlargement of his helmet, the hardening of his urethra along the bottom of the cock, the hesitation of Brad's stroke as he fired another string of cum into him. And he heard Brad as he grunted "Yes! Oh my God Yes!And again Yes!" each time he reached the bottom of his stroke and his muscles convulsed another time squeezing yet more spunk into his bottom. Until Brad stopped moving and just stood behind him panting, his cock buried deep in his bum, twitching every now and then. He felt Brad bend over him and kiss him again, and then he knew why this time had been bigger than anything before. It was, he realised, because this time he had really wanted it, and not just gone along with what the others wanted. This time, both of them had had a need that both of them had jointly fulfilled. He levered himself upright and turned to Brad.
"Fuckin' hell!" said Brad, panting, his messy cock losing it's stiffness. "I hope so," replied Val with a chuckle, "'cos I can't play a Harp!"
I hope you enjoyed the Christmas break and can look forward to a momentous New Year, with all it can bring.
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Alex Carbine