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DONNY, THE MUSCLE BOY

For several years, I've been a member of the local health club. It's a pretty nice facility, providing an extensive array of exercise equipment, a special area for free weights that the "big boys" use, exercise rooms, a swimming pool and sauna. About a third of the membership seemed to be permanent, a third just simply drop-outs and a third drawn from the students at the nearby university who were given discounts.

It was always nice to check out the young guys....or at least those who really aspired to improving their bodies. It was easy to tell which ones had never set foot in a gym before and which ones were the high school jocks. Sometimes as I was recovering from an exercise, I'd smile to myself as I'd see a hot young guy with just the hint of a stomach bulge, knowing if he didn't keep up his workouts, he'd go to pot like most middle-aged guys do.

I've worked hard to stay in shape as I've gotten older and done a pretty good job of it, I think. I'm 47 years old and, as the old joke goes, could easily pass for 46! Actually, I could easily whittle 10 years or more off my age by my physical condition. I'm almost six feet tall, 175 pounds, brown hair, dark complexion and pretty well put together. Working out and jogging – I've done 6 marathons – keeps everything in place.

I had noticed this young guy before lifting weights. He was shorter than me, I'd guess about 5'6" and very muscular. The interesting thing about him was he was almost an albino. There was absolutely not hint of a tan or skin color. But from is thin reddish hair, which was cut to look like that of Julius Ceasar, I gathered he was from Irish or Nordic background.

One day we were in the locker room together changing into our gym clothes. "Looks like today is going to be one of those really hot ones," I said as I was tying my shoes.

"Yeah. I'm glad it's air condition in the weight room," he sort of grinned.

"Are you a student at the university?" I asked, finishing up.

"Yep. I'm back working on my master's degree in computer science. I work for Jason Systems in the city," he said.

"Sounds interesting. By the way, my name is Chad," I said, holding out my hand.

He seemed a little startled but shook my hand saying, "And I'm Don. But I've been called Donny all my life."

"Well, Don or Donny, that will be easy to remember as I have a cousin in the same situation. He has always been known as Donny but he is trying hard to be Don or Donald. I don't think the family will let him get away from Donny," I laughed. "OK, I'll see you around, buddy," and I left to do my workout.

I saw Donny occasionally at the gym and we'd exchange greetings or small talk. Once he even asked me to spot him as he lifted some heavier weights. But I began to notice an unusual pattern forming: sometimes he was conversant and other times he was cold and abrupt. Once I had just returned from the showers and was drying my hair, standing buck-naked in front of my locker. Removing the towel, I saw Donny standing there. "Hey, buddy. How're you doing today," I said as I rummaged through my gym bag for some lotion. He just stood there looking at me, then turned and walked away, completely ignoring me. "What's eating him?" I thought and finished dressing.

For the next few weeks, anytime I saw him in the gym, he moved away or pretended he didn't see me. I was puzzled but it didn't really bother me that much. There was really no friendship; just an occasional conversation.

One day, I rounded the corner to my set of lockers, still wet from the shower and with my towel wrapped around my waist. There was Donny facing away from me into his locker, his bulging little V-shaped back leading down to his perfect little white ass supported by two muscular legs! It was an incredible sight that was quickly burned into my memory! He slipped on his knit underwear, quickly put on his clothes and left. I finished drying off as my mind wandered, wondering just what could be his problem and imagining some pretty hot solutions!

I had been working hard and had missed hitting the gym for a few days. Although I had a lot on my mind, when I walked to the weight room, I found myself imagining what I'd say if I saw Donny again.

I had just come from the shower to my locker as Donny walked into the locker room. It was sort of an abrupt meeting so I said, "Hey, buddy. How'er you doing?" as I went about opening my locker and getting my gym bag down. I finished drying off and hung my towel on the locker door. I noticed he still hadn't moved from in front of his locker, just standing there facing me.

I sat down on the bench between our lockers and began drying off my feet. "Donny, have I said something I shouldn't have or somehow pissed you off? If so, I'm sorry. Definitely nothing personal," I said, confronting him with a direct question.

"Uh.....no," he stammered. And then he sort of slumped as much as his hard muscles would allow. "I'm really sorry. You didn't do anything. It's just me," he blurted out.

"What do you mean it's just you?" I asked as I sat there.

"I guess I get scared when someone talks to me. I just turn them off. My sister said I'm a social clod," he said softly.

"What do you mean? You're obviously a bright guy, you're nice looking and you've really developed your body well. You shouldn't feel this way," I said, now interested in what was being revealed.

"Thanks. I keep wishing I was someone else, more like you, tall, tanned, hairy, nice looking. I even wish my cock was as big as yours," he said shyly.

"That's bullshit, Donny! You may not be as tall as me or can get as tanned, but know what your body looks like. I'll bet half the guys in the guy would love to be built like you," I said, standing up and putting my hands on his shoulders. "And sometimes, you've got to take a little risk in extending a friendship. You'd be surprised that what's offered is often returned. Besides most of people in the gym here are social clods in one form or another, even me!" I laughed.

"You think so," he said thoughtfully.

I turned back to my gym bag and finished dressing. As I was packing my gym bag. Donny headed to the door to the weight room but turned and said, "Maybe sometime you'd like to get a beer?" Then he left without waiting for an answer.

The next time I saw Donny was Friday. He had just finished a set of power lifts. "Hey, buddy! You're looking tough!" I laughed as I came over to him.

"Thanks," he grinned. The he got sort of serious. "I'm sorry about what I said the other day. I think I was just down on myself too much."

"Not a problem. I think it's good to talk about things like that. Sometimes they're important and sometimes they're not. What matters is how important you think they are. Just look at you now: bulging muscles, flat stomach, good smile. Why, all the girls – and many of the guys – are envious that I'm the one talking to you," I laughed.

He giggled. "Thanks, Chad. You're really nice to say that."

"No problem. Just buttering you up so you'll give me some computer advice sometime," I said as I clapped him on the back. "By the way, did I hear an offer of a beer sometime?"

"You really want to get a beer sometime?

"Sounds good to me. Let's find a time."

"Don't you have a Spinning class Saturday afternoon? We could meet at the Ratskeller if you'd like."

"That would work," I said. "Let's say 2:30. That will let me finish the class and grab a shower."

Donny and I met a few times at the Ratskeller, enjoying a couple of beers and finding out more about each other. I learned that he did have an Irish background and was the youngest of four kids with a eight-year gap between he and the next oldest sister. He was 31 years old and could easily have been mistaken as one of the college guys who attended the gym. He was almost raised as an only child, alone a lot as both parents had begun to work. His father, a somewhat distant but still a good father to him, passed away when he was 15 years old which was a big blow to a developing young kid. With his father's earlier encouragement, he had started gymnastics in middle school which he continued into high school. He never really felt comfortable with team sports or groups but took to wrestling in his junior year which brought him some nice recognitions for winning his weight group. He had always felt more relaxed alone than in groups though he often wished he was more socially adept. Sometimes our paths would cross at the gym and we'd say Hello, but not every time we'd go for a beer. That kept it nice and "non-routine."

Part II

As the summer drifted into fall and classes pushed many into a routine, Donny and I saw each other less frequently but still occasionally grabbing a beer at the Ratskeller. One fall day, we agreed to meet after my spinning class, grab a beer and just catch up.

We went into the locker room and the place was a madhouse. It seems there was a middle and high school swim meet that day and the place was crawling mainly with junior high kids laughing and carrying on like crazy. The showers were completely filled, with kids waiting to shower.

"Man, this is awful," I said looking around at the chaos.

"Yeah!" Donny agreed. "Tell you what, let's go to my place if you'd like. I've got some beer and a case of green tea. You could give me a ride, too."

"That would be great," I said. "Let's grab out bags and get outta here!"

Donny lived about five minutes away in the bottom apartment of a townhouse owned by an older couple. The place was small but efficient, with a kitchenette and living/bedroom combination and bathroom. His computer desk and piles of papers were in the corner away from the big picture window. It was too cool to sit outside and Donny, after popping a couple of beers, motioned me to either the couch or chair.

"Hey, I'm still too sweaty and smelly to sit down anywhere," said.

"Tell you what, why don't you take a shower here. I'll toss your clothes in the dryer while you're showering."

"Well, that would work but I hate to screw up your place," I said.

"Not a problem. I'll probably do the same. Follow me," Donny said as he led me into the bathroom. He grabbed a couple towels and started the shower. I grabbed a gulp of beer, got out of my sweaty clothes and stepped into the shower sliding closed the glass door. He picked up my clothes and added his which he tossed into the washer/dryer combo and set the dials. He wrapped a towel around himself and sat down on the toilet seat. Through the steam on the glass door, I could see him glancing at me.

Suddenly he stood up and slid open the door. "If you don't mind, I think I'll join you. I'm afraid we'll use up too much hot water and the people up stairs will be pissed."

Before I could say anything, he had stepped inside the glass box with me, triggering some of my wildest fantasies. "Here, I'll scrub your back and you can return the favor," he said as he grabbed the soap. It was hard for me to alternate between the great feeling of the hot water and his moving hands and the fact that I was so close to this hot little body that I had captured my fantasies so many times.

"OK, let's change places," he said.

"Uh.....Donny.....I sort of got a little excited while you were washing my back," I said sort of apologetically.

As he slid past to face me, he looked down, his eyes opening wide, saying," Wow, I guess you did!" We stood there in the on-coming shower as he looked at my half-hard cock, now standing almost 7 inches. Without seeming to think, he took my cock in his hands and began to explore it's size as it continued to harden and expand to it's full 8 inches. He looked up at me almost as though he didn't know what was happening. I stood there, barely breathing as I looked right into his eyes. And then, one of those completely unplanned and unexplained things happened: I leaned forward and kissed him softly, my hands gently resting on his shoulders.

I heard a quick gasp and sort of a whimper and he leaned into me, not moving away but returning the kiss. I put my hands around his wet head and kissed him passionately. That must have broken the dam, so to speak. He wrapped his muscular arms around my neck and fairly exploded with a passion that I don't think I've ever experienced. Then we were all over each other, kissing, wet hands exploring each others' bodies, muscles rubbing against each other. I leaned back and held him close to my wet chest, his head fitting between my hard pecs and his muscular arms around my waist. I could feel his heart pounding as he quivered in my arms.

He leaned up and kissed me again, almost as verification that what had just happened was good. Then he slid down my wet body onto his knees, facing my now rigid cock. Slowly he opened his mouth and gently began to ease my cock into his mouth. I simply couldn't breath for fear I'd break the spell if there was such a thing. He began to take more of my cock into his mouth and then gagged as it hit the back of his throat. I somehow had the presence to turn the water off and let him start to explore that rock-hard cock. The feeling was beyond belief, probably because this was what I had dreamed about so many times.

He stood up and placed his head again on my chest. "Donny," I whispered. "Are you OK?" as I held him close to me. He didn't speak but I felt his head nod as I stroked his hot little body.

"Let's get outta here before we fall down," I said, breaking the magic of the moment.

He looked up at me and smiled. Then he stepped out of the shower. I followed. Still without speaking, he grabbed one of the towels and began drying me off. I just stood there in the silence watching his object of my dreams move about me. He stood up and handed me the other towel. I returned the same act, gently rubbing his beautiful body with the soft towel, imprinting in my mind every curve and bulge of his muscular body.

Again, as though still under a spell, he reached for my hand and led me into his bed. He turned and pressed against my body, my arms completely enfolding him. I held him tighter and more lovingly than I think I've ever held anyone. He turned his head up to me as I kissed him again. He responded and our passion increased like a whirlwind! I couldn't get enough of this sweet, muscular body and Donny couldn't seem to quench his hunger. We were almost consuming each other. No time for thinking or planning...or breathing!

I turned and gently pushed Donny on his bed with me sliding up on him. He shuddered and moaned, pulling me even closer. My throbbing cock was sliding up and down his rippled stomach. I moved my right arm under his head and then held his wrist, guiding his welcoming lips back to mine as our tongues fought a passionate battle. My free hand caressed his hard muscles, stroking his sensitive little nipple and continuing down to his rotating hips. Donny was ravenous; who could imagine what emotions had been bottled up for however long. And I was the one to fulfill his desires.

I rolled over with him on top of me and he continued to blend into my body, simply driving his now sweaty body into mine. As I pulled him as close as possible, he would slid back and forth across my hairy chest, letting our pecs bump over the others. I pulled both arms up and surrounded his beautiful head, never breaking our passionate kiss. I spread my legs a bit and his muscular legs fell between them, his red-hot cock driving into mine. My strong thighs crushed his slender hips as my arms pulled him into my chest. If I had had any thoughts at this point, they would have been how to control his hunger....and remember this passion!

I relaxed my arms as he, too, relaxed a bit, sliding his head down to my chest. Donny buried his head between my pecs as I rotated my crotch against his ripped stomach, reminding him of the throbbing pleasures that lay there. My cock was driving back and forth next to his rock hard cock and tight balls. I pulled him up and my stiff cock popped free between his legs. I tightened my thighs and was literally fucking the tight space between his legs, driving back and forth over his balls. That also let him fuck his slick dick into my hard abdomen, causing him to moan and gasp for breath between passionate kisses.

He quickly ceased his dry-humping and held still for a few seconds. We both took the moment to catch our breaths as I suspected he was close to cumming. He slowly returned to kiss me, then letting his tongue drift down the side of my neck and between my pecs. He kept sliding down my wet bod and slowly began to lick and caress my rock-hard cock. It only seemed to get harder as I anticipated what was to come. And it did!

Donny took the slick cockhead in his mouth and sucked, swirling his tongue back and forth. I thought I would lose consciousness. He pulled my cock up straight and began to bob his beautiful head back and forth, driving a little more down his throat each time before he'd began to gag. I knew he was enjoying the fever of the moment as much as was I but I also was conscious enough not to want to hurt him. He licked and sucked my cock and balls, receiving my moans of pleasure as indicators of him doing good.

I reached down and touched his leg, indicating he should swing around. As he seemed a little unsure, I lifted his hips and guided him into a hot "69" position. Although shorter than me, I was still able to let him have full access to my saliva-covered cock while letting my tongue begin to lick his rock-hard cock and balls. I felt him stiffen up as I let his hot cock slide into my mouth. Then, almost unconsciously, he began to fuck my throat. It was a definite pleasure being able to consume the object of a few past glances, feeling his cock pump furiously into my willing throat. Although Donny's cock was smaller than mine, still, a six-plus inch cock driving down your throat can cut off the air. But I was able to control that by holding back his pumping hips. He finally slowed down and I took a deep breath and reached up to shove both his tight little balls along with his unyielding cock into my mouth. I was swallowing the very center of his pleasure all at once. I felt him shake all over and moan as my tongue probed every crevasse created by his cock and balls in a tight, slick space. I let him feel my teeth gently surround his cock and balls giving him, I hoped, a feeling of surrendering to me the sources of his sexual pleasures.

This time, there was no chance for holding back. The emotional and physical pleasures overcame any urge to stay at the peak of pleasure. He involuntarily went over the edge! He was completely on top of me with his cock driving down my throat. I felt him tighten up and his cock became completely rigid as his tight balls opened up and flooded my mouth and throat with his hot cum. I accommodated his thrusts as much as I could between gasps of air. I swallowed as much of his sweet cum and my saliva as possible but still some oozed out of the corners of my mouth. I heard him whimper and felt him quiver as he collapsed on top of my hard body. I gently let his cock slip out of my mouth but held his waist close as to keep his sweet ass and satisfied cock near me.

I gently turned him around and he collapsed again on top of my body as quivering waves helped bring him down, taking more than a few minutes for our breathing to return even close to normal. He clung to me like a favorite Christmas toy. I let my hands stroke his beautiful head and continue sliding down his sweat-covered, muscular back which curved down and back up to his incredible ass. He was spectacular.

I pulled him back up to me where we again gently kissed but quickly locked in to tight embrace, our lips glued together and our tongues again probing each others' passions. His legs slid down on either side of my waist as he slid his body up and down the hard, hairy platform I provided for him. If there had been some kind of fear, it would have been that one or the other would have consumed the other or the two bodies would have simply melded into one. This was that hot and passionate.

My hands caressed his muscular back, tracing the ridges of his vertebrae down to his beautiful rounded ass. Each hand stroked a cheek and then explored between the crevices of those perfect little mounds. A finger passed over that tiny sphincter that probably had never been violated before. I felt him quiver as I did that and raise his legs up closer to my chest, expanding the opportunity for exploration. His body was in slow motion on me, each of us not being able to satisfy our lusts.

Donny slid up and down on my body, feeling that rock-hard rod that slid between back and forth between his abs. As his motions began to pick up, I felt his cock again returning to battle-strength, rubbing beside mine. He slid forward, cramming my face between his well-defined pecs and giving me access to his tight little nipples. I sucked and nibbled and licked alternately between the two, listening to his faint moans of pleasure and feeling him continuing to rotate into my crotch. He leaned up a bit too far and my hard cock sprang free, again sliding between his legs but this time caressing the space between those beautiful little cheeks.

Suddenly Donny sat up, panting as he reached behind him to feel and stroke my quivering cock. He leaned forward again but this time he positioned my cock right at the center of ultimate pleasure - at least my pleasure. He began to push back as I felt my cockhead probe into that hungry center spot. He whimpered as he continued to force my cock past his tight sphincter.

"Donny, you don't have to do this," I whispered.

"Oh, but I want to. I want to try." he said, as he continued to work his ass onto that slick shaft.

I normally would have stopped at the thought of causing my partner any discomfort or pain, but a complete lustful hunger had taken over my body. My cock seemed to have a mind of it's own and throbbed with anticipation. With each small push backward he took a little more of my cock. I heard a little gasp as I felt my cockhead slip inside; he held completely still as the sharp pain slowly gave way to a glimmer of pleasure. Back and forth he rocked, each time taking a little more cock into his unbelievably sweet ass. He occasionally held very still as he adjusted to the new intrusion. I was almost motionless as I let him move at his own speed, slowly impaling himself on that hot cock.

He leaned down onto my body, letting his lips search for the reassurance mine offered. He slowly began to rock back and forth, fucking himself on my big cock! And like a slow dance, we began to change roles as I gradually took over control. I held Donny close and I slowly and gently fucked up into his willing hole. If I went too far too fast, I could feel him tense up and his legs, still on either side of my waist, raise just a bit. But then he would relax and I'd continue my hungry probing.

After a bit, I noticed the gasps of pain had turned into moans of pleasure: he was starting to enjoy this and the warm pleasure that slowly engulfed his body. I increased my motions fucking up into his hole until I heard him moan as he pushed back to completely absorb my rock-hard cock. I held him close for a few seconds and let his body get used to the total invasion. His confidence returned as I felt his motions increase to meet mine, him with a downward push to meet my upward thrust. We continued fucking like that for a bit as his ability to take cock increased and his caution began to match my pleasure. Our motions increased to a ravenous speed, me now devouring his sweet ass and his beautiful body while he journeyed to places never before known.

I held him close as I rolled over with me on top and Donny now skewered by my cock. I looked down and saw my slick cock halfway embedded in Donny's glowing little ass. I don't think Rafael or Titian or Michelangelo could have created such a beautiful and incredible picture. I kissed him as I slipped my arms under his muscular legs, bringing his ass up to a direct level with my hungry cock. I increased my short thrusts into his sweet hole until I felt him quiver and push up as every inch of my cock slid into his hole, my pubic hair crushing into his ass. He was gasping and moaning as I held him close and started to fuck his beautiful ass like it deserved!

I would stroke fast – bunny-fucking, I called it – and then slow down into an easy motion. Then I'd long-dick his sweet hole, pulling almost all the way out and slowly sliding my cock all the way back in. I'd find that magic spot and ram my cockhead into it as I heard his gasp followed by sighs of pleasure. He held me around the neck with his legs wrapped tight around my waist, his ass taking the pleasurable battering my cock willingly gave it.

A couple of times I would go motionless as I was getting close to going over that edge. I simply didn't want to give up this incredible time, afraid I'd wake up to reality. I continued the action/delay until I knew I could no longer avoid that mountain top of pure pleasure. My dream would be to have Donny and me explode at the same time, and I knew a trick that might make that happen.

I embedded my slick cock deep in his well-fucked hole and lay my body flat on top of him, my hands holding his arms over his head and our lips glued together. As I fucked my cock in and out of his hole, my sweat-covered body slid up and down his body, causing an incredible friction on his rock-hard cock that lay between our slick abs.

Suddenly I felt him tighten his legs around my waist and heard a quickening of breath. I released his arms which immediately grabbed my neck as I felt his tight hole become even tighter. I knew that signal and gave the OK to my body for a parallel release. And release we did....I don't think I've ever experienced anything like that! In fact, I'm not even sure either one of us was fully conscious as waves of pleasure roiled our convulsing bodies. I'm sure it was less than a minuet but it felt like an eternity ...an eternity that unfortunately did have an end.

I rammed my shooting cock far up his hungry hole as his cock emptied it's sticky love-juice between the two of us. I held Donny close as I heard him whimper and felt a wave of shudders convulse his body. I slowed down and gently fucked back and forth in his well-fucked hole. He didn't resist and seemed to only relish the muscle probe.

We must have continued that way for several minutes, Donny never releasing me. His legs stayed firmly around my waist, his arms tight around my neck and his lips now enjoying the gentle kisses that follow intense love-making.

And then something happened that hadn't happened to me since my early 20s. The passion I had just experienced slowly returned as my cock, never completely soft, returned to it's previous hardness. And I felt Donny begin to respond the same way as he began to fuck his beautiful ass again on my hungry cock. The speed of my thrusts picked up and this time was met hungrily by Donny's hole. There was absolutely no resistance now as his well-lubed hole welcomed that familiar invader. Donny was moaning and gasping for breath as I sucked on each tight little nipple mounted on his incredible pecs.

I pulled back and slipped my arms under each of muscular legs again and rolled him back into a ball. His ass was wide open to the long-dicking my cock was hungrily giving. I would pull my cock almost all the way out and then methodically slide that monster all the way in until his hole crushed my pubic hair. I would bunny-fuck him or rotate that insatiable cock deep in his guts, churning both the previous cum and our joint desires. Donny just moaned.

I leaned back, still with my cock buried deep in his well-stretched hole, and pushed his left leg toward my right side,basically swinging him around so that he would be on all fours. When that happened, I started to fuck his hole like it was the first time, pounding my cock into that unresisting hole as far as it would go. Donny just buried his head in the pillow and pointed his beautiful ass up to receive that commanding intruder.

I held his narrow waist as I watched my cock slide in and out of that willing hole, a sight I could only imagine. I slid my hands down his muscular back, feeling the muscles tense and relax with each stroke. On my knees, I rose up a bit and locked my legs on either side of his hips, virtually planting my cock as far into his battered hole as it would go. I unconsciously pulled back and rammed repeatedly into that magic spot that produced the expected results: Donny yelped and again began to shoot his load onto the sheets. At that same time, I changed directions and rammed my cock straight into his guts, emptying a second massive load. We both fell exhausted flat on the bed, me still laying on Donny's back with my cock embedded in his cum-flooded hole. I could feel his heartbeat alternate with mine and hear him gasping for breath along with me. Slowly everything subsided.

"Are you alright," I whispered in his ear between breaths.

"Oh, yeah," he gasped back. "I've never, ever had anything like that."

We slowly returned to normal (whatever that is) and I pulled the sheet over us as I held him nestled into my arms. We drifted into a quasi-sleep...sort of the twilight zone where incredible relaxation and satisfied feeling overcomes the body.

I stayed the night and, unbelievable as it may sound, we sucked and fucked with wild abandonment twice more. Then, true exhaustion did set in and both of us fell asleep.

But not being in my own bed, I awoke as the gray dawn began to show through the window. I looked at the beautiful sleeping "god-child" and smiled at what my mind held of such an incredible night. Only in my wildest imagination could something so incredible have happened. I leaned over and gently kissed Donny on the neck and carefully got out of the bed. I put on my clothes, took one last look at that beautiful body, soundly sleeping, and slipped quietly out the door.

Epilog

Interestingly, it was several days later before I saw Donny again at the gym. He had just finished a set of heavy weights and his muscles were tight and sweaty. He walked past me to the water fountain, not even acknowledging my presence. I smiled as I thought back on all the sweetness his hot body had allowed my imagination to produce. Imagination is a wonderful ability, huh?

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