Brad Joins a Gym

By Alex Carbine

Published on Jan 23, 2012

Gay

Brad Joins a Gym

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Three.

Brad Putt, his name had become a joke wherever he went because of the similarity with a film star, woke and greeted the day feeling more alive than he had felt for months. The sun was already shining cheerily in through the bedroom window, and even his usual morning hard-on felt more solid as he wanked himself gently, thinking of the twenty something, blonde haired, blue eyed juvenile Val he had 'met' a few days ago at the Gym. Each time he had returned following that meet, he had found that Val was not on duty at the Health Centre, but he looked forward to their next bout with mounting excitement.

Brad's work load was virtually nil. He had met his sales targets for the month and year quarter and was not being hounded by his Boss. Slipping on his slippers he went downstairs to the Kitchen naked, his still-stiff cock wagging from side to side as he walked. Closing the fridge door with a carton of orange juice ('with bits' just to make sure it was not a re-constituted concentrate) in his hand, he was just making his way to the breakfast bar when a shadow crossed the window. Brad quickly put the orange carton down and grabbed the nearest thing to cover his nudity, a clean dish cloth, and went to the back door to see who it was. A single figure was clearly standing the other side of the frosted glass of the door

With one hand keeping the tiny cloth in place to maintain his modesty, he opened the back door an inch and peered out round it. Standing in jeans, sneakers and stripy 't' shirt, wearing a silly grin under his blue eyes and blonde thatch, stood the lad of this morning's dreams, Val.

"Hi Brad! I understand you've been asking after me," he said, "Are you going to ask me in?"

"I was just thinking of you," said Brad opening the door, and then realising how little he was wearing, the dish cloth hanging either side of his erection. He smiled weakly as Val's gaze took in the scene.

"I can see that," laughed Val, taking hold of Brad's badly hidden shaft lovingly in his hand, and tilting his head up to give Brad a kiss on the lips. Their tongues met and Brad retreated back into the Kitchen, with Val still attached to him at lips and cock. The door swung closed with a click. "No escape," said Brad, and cradled the lad's head as he kissed him, whilst Val let the dish cloth fall to the tiles and gently slid his warm hand up and down the length of Brad's ten inches. "In that case I will have to give in without a struggle," said Val.

Suddenly a thought crossed Brad's over-excited mind. "How did you know where I live?" he asked, drawing his head back to look better into Val's blue eyes. "When Sour-Puss-The-Secretary told me that you had asked when I was working next, I looked up your file on the computer and took down your address. And here I am, and it's my day off today." Val's hand gripped slightly harder around Brad's erection, making Brad's low hanging balls swing in their bag. He licked his lips before adding as a side remark, "Oh God! A whole day of THIS!"

Brad watched as the lad dropped to his knees, and in one smooth movement Val held Brad's cock with one hand, cradled his balls with the other, and enveloped the shaft with his hot, young mouth. It was all Brad could do to accept the sensations of Val's mouth sliding up and down his cock, and not cum in his mouth there and then. He put his hands on his hips, closed his eyes and let his head sag back onto his shoulders, as the little viper's tongue wrought havoc on, and washed around, the sensitive purple helmet of his knob.

He was brought back to reality when he heard Val say, mainly addressing his cock, "Oh Yes! You are going to fuck me stupid today," and as Brad looked down at the lad's head, it turned up to him and with a smile Val added, "but not straight away. Oh No! There is plenty I want you, Brad, to do with me first." And then Val pulled away and stood up, and gave Brad another kiss. One that Brad found tasted nicely of himself.

"Why don't we both have a shower," suggested Brad. "I haven't had one yet. I was just going to have a drink of juice, and then you appeared," he stopped and turned to Val, "do you want one as well?" Val licked his lips before answering, "No, I'll stick with what I've got. Nothing like the taste of pre-cum in the morning, to start your day properly." He scratched his crutch, re-arranging himself, and Brad saw for the first time that Val was sporting an unmistakable tube of erect flesh in his jeans. "Let me help you," Brad said, and it was Val's turn to put his hands on his hips and close his eyes, as Brad's fingers stroked either side of his rigid cock, before he released the belt and pulled the zip down. Brad sat back onto the kitchen chair and watched Val step out of his jeans, before pulling him closer. Val was wearing a magenta coloured jock strap by Greg Homme, 'The Boy Toy Jock', which was quite minimal by design, but ably contained all of Val's many and sizeable charms, the lumps and bumps full of exquisite promise.

He ran his hand over the silky pouch, feeling the weight of what it contained. Val shuffled his feet further apart, inviting the hand to feel under him to where the pouch and straps met. Brad had other ideas, and turned Val to face away from him, then pulled the cheeks of Val's ass apart. Val understood this signal and bent at his waist, leaning forward to hold onto the edge of the breakfast bar. Putting one hand through between Val's legs, Brad stroked the outside of the jock pouch's contents, whilst he pushed his face into Val's ass cleft, licking what he had been presented, savouring the musky taste and smell that the boy had naturally there, pushing his arrow-like tongue into the puckered hole as far as he could, again and again, all the while sliding his hand up and down all over the silky fabric covering the boy's engorged genitals.

Val took the weight of his upper body by resting his forehead on the breakfast bar surface, and reached round behind himself so he could hold his ass cheeks apart, urging Brad's tongue to delve deeper into his body, to force his sphincter to open further, to lick where no man had been before,......., well not that day anyway.

Brad sat on the edge of the chair and took his prick in hand, smearing his copious pre-cum over his knob head and down the length of his dick, so that his hand slipped along the skin surface as though he had used K-Y, as he wanked, his balls swinging freely as he pulled himself.

"You told me you had a collection of toys," said Val, his voice muffled by the surface his head way resting on. Brad pulled his face out from between Val's bum-cheeks, saliva dripping off his chin and red, wet cheeks. He stood up and wiped his wet, shiny helmet on Val's right leg, making it look as though a snail had left a trail. "Better come upstairs, then," said Brad huskily, swallowing to find his voice as he had been breathing through his open mouth and his throat had dried.

Brad led the way up the stairs and, mischievous as ever, Val could not resist trying to stick a finger up into Brad's bum as they went. Running up the last few stairs they crossed the landing giggling and entered Brad's bedroom. Val flopped onto the bed, to lie face up, spread-eagled, and still wearing his jockstrap, although his cock was poking out the left side of the pouch. Brad went over to his chest-of-drawers and pulled open the bottom one. Gathering nearly the whole content of the drawer between his two hands, he turned and dumped it on the bed next to the still laughing Val.

Val turned onto his side, but his laughing died away as he took in the amazing sight of the jumbled pile of variously sized and coloured dildos, vibrators and butt-plug. Almost instinctively he started to pick up one, then another, arranging them in to length and thickness, his tongue licking his top lip unconsciously as he moved. Brad could see the darker wet patch on Val magenta jock pouch caused by the flow of pre-cum that had started instantly Val's excitement had started downstairs, and he moved round the bed to be behind the lad. Val lifted himself just off the bed as Brad pulled the jock down and off his legs and continued to sort the toys, enjoying the feel of the different texture and weight of each, but Val was not aware Brad had the wet pouch held to his nose until he turned to say something and saw Brad slowly wanking himself as he breathed long and slow through the silky fabric, the waist band draped around his neck, the straps over and behind his ears, the wet, sticky area of the pre-cum stained pouch laying over his nose and chin like a medical mask. "The Doctor will see you now," said Brad as he lay down behind Val, his cock nudging gently in between Val's legs so that his own wet cock helmet nestled tight behind Val's balls.

Brad removed the jock and reached over Val's hip and took hold of Val's steel-hard erect cock, pulling back on it as he wanked it slowly in his hand. Val picked a toy and turned it on, feeling the strong vibrations, before tucking it between his legs, under his balls, from the front. Brad began to wank Val as the vibrations buzzed around his trapped cock. Val lay on his side relaxed, letting this man play with him, feeling happy, safe and secure as he lay in his bedroom. Brad kissed the back of his head. Val began clenching and relaxing his bum, making his cock pulse and twitch in Brad's hand. The vibrator was pleasuring them both.

After a few moments, Val picked a 7 inch (19 cms) long, black, but not the thickest pear-drop shaped butt plug up out of the line of toys spread along the bed in front of him, and spread K-Y along its' length before handing it back behind him to Brad. Brad pulled his cock away from Val's legs as Val turned the vibrator off, and Val bent his legs at their knees, in order to offer and open his arsehole to better and easier advantage for Brad.

Laying totally relaxed, Val felt the cold, gel coated rubber of the pointed-but-not-sharp end of the butt plug push at his sphincter. Pushing down and out, his sphincter mushroomed out to envelope the tip of the plug and he allowed it to enter his ring, feeling as Brad pushed it in an inch or so and then rested to allow Val's muscle to stretch comfortably to accommodate its' 7 inches round (18 cms) thickness. Then he felt it move inwards again a bit more and again stop.

Val reached round behind himself and found Brad's hands. Holding them firmly, he pushed the remainder of the plug into himself until his stretched ring muscle closed over the thicker bell-end of the pear shape and closed over the short 5 inch round (13 cms) stem, until there was little left to show except for for the 't' bar end across his hole to stop it going in any further.

"There. That's better," Val sighed, crossing his arms over his chest and curving his back inwards, so his bum pushed out even more towards Brad. "Now you can play with my balls whilst my ring stretches a bit. That's how I like it." And he lifted his right leg high into the air, letting Brad clear access to his balls and cock. "Let the pleasure begin," Val drawled slowly, wrapping his right arm round his leg to give it support.

Val felt Brad shuffling about behind him on the bed, and then felt Brad's warm breath on the bag of his cluster followed quickly by his warm mouth sucking his balls, Brad's nose nudging against the back of the base of his cock as his head moved. Pre-cum continued to dribble out of Val's piss-slit on his tight-skinned swollen cock-head, bubbling up and dripping down like a spider's web, to disappear into the bed-spread. Brad's left hand lazily wanked his cock, the finger and thumb joining together over the top of his helmet at the top of the stroke, only to open and form a circle tightly fitting the flesh of his cock as they slid over the flared lip of the corona of his helmet and halfway down his shaft, spreading his clear liquid over the stretched skin to help his masturbation.

Then it was Val's turn to move on the bed and as Brad lay in the same position Val flipped over. They each took hold of their partner's cock and began a slow, lascivious 69, Val teasing round Brad's helmet with his tongue, whilst Brad nodded his head so his lips tracked over and back the ring of Val's cock head. Less than 30 seconds of that and Val could not help himself. He started thrusting into Brad's mouth, holding Brad's head and moving his hips as he mouth-fucked his man, feeling the 't' bar of the butt plug lumpishly between his cheeks as he pushed his erection in and out between Brad's teeth and deep into the saliva wet cavern behind. Then he felt Brad teasingly pull on the bar, not hard enough to make it come out, but enough to let him know what Brad was doing, and possibly wanted.

Val rolled onto his back and brought his knees up to his chest. With Brad's help he ended up laying on the bed on his shoulders, his hips held up off the bed by Brad, his legs apart, and his genitals at the mercy of Brad's mouth. Brad eased the plug out of Val's anus and replaced it with his tongue, licking the soft red flesh inside the gaping hole as he wanked Val's stiff pole, holding it firmly now whilst he stroked it up and down.

Then, letting go Val's cock, and slightly lowering Val's hips, Brad's 2inch cock head, at the end of his 8inch cock, nudged against the gaping red hole. Making it slick with a knob of clear K-Y from the blue-and-white tube on the bed near him, Brad eased his helmet and shaft into the open hole.

It was only then that Brad looked down at Val's face. Smiling as ever, his eyes closed, Val's jaw had dropped and he was breathing shallowly through his open mouth, his chest rising and falling between his arms, that held his legs in the air so that as Brad's cock could push and pull it's way thickly in and out of his bum hole. Brad looked now at his cock and saw the skin gripping round his cock had created a tide line of K-Y at the base of his prick. The excess gel was coating his cock-ring where his pubic hair would be if he did not shave himself every day.

Holding on to Val's legs to steady both him and Val, he speeded up his shafting, oblivious of the age gap between his body and that of the lad he was fucking, enjoying the knowledge that this lad had come to him, voluntarily, not for his company, but because he loved the physical feeling of a ten inch long cock shafting his hole, feeling the thickness stretching his sphincter, the head going deep into his bowels, and Brad enjoyed supplying it. It was sensual pleasure without any of the strings.

"You know Brad," Val said, "I think I'm in love with you!"

'Shit' thought Brad.

To be continued ...

If you have enjoyed this tale, get your fingers working and e-mail me at

alex.carbine@sky.com and tell me all about it.

I always enjoy readers' communications and answer them each and all, as it encourages me to write further adventures. When the music from you runs out, I change the tune.

Remember to be safe and use condoms.- please.

Thank You.

Alex Carbine

Next: Chapter 3


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