Gym Buddies Get Together
I first met John when he joined the same gym where I work out several times a week, and shortly after he moved into a little house down the street from my apartment. He was the sort of guy I would notice in any gym. He was about 6 feet tall, about 185 pounds of lean, solid muscle. Not the bulbous, grotesque kind of muscle you see on the weight lifters; but the lithe, sinewy muscle you see on a good athlete who respects, loves and takes care of his own body. His shoulders were square and broad, with well rounded deltoids; and tapered down to a slim, muscular waist and hips. He was obviously proud of his washboard abdomen, and spent a lot of time doing situps to keep it that way. His pecs were firm, tight, and well defined and made his chest seem even broader that it was.
His legs were tight and powerful. His face was handsome in a rugged sort of way, and he usually had a relaxed smile and a friendly greeting for everybody he met in the gym. I had made it a point to be in the locker room a couple of times while he showered, just to see what kind of equipment came with that great looking body, and was glad that I did. His dick was as good looking as the rest of him - long, curved and veined with a big meaty cockhead, instead of the limp, shriveled piece of meat you see on most guys in the shower. Unfortunately, I thought, he was also straight, because he wore a wedding ring and talked a lot about his wife and kid. What a waste!
Since we lived within a few doors of each other on the block, and seemed to have just about the same schedule at the gym, John and I got to know each other fairly early. Soon after he first came to the gym we started running together in the evening on days when we did not work out. A couple of times, knowing that I lived alone, he invited me to his house for dinner with his wife and kid.
The wife was a little, mousy sort of thing, with stringy hair and not much shape. I wondered when I first met her how this shapeless dame could keep a nice piece of meat like John's warm for long.
The kid was a two year old monster who seemed to do nothing but cry all the time! A great argument for birth control.
After we had known each other for a few months, John mentioned off handedly to me one day at the gym, that his wife and kid had gone to spend a few days with her Mother on Ohio. We finished our sets at about the same time that day, and went to the locker room to shower before going home. The gym had only three shower stalls, which were occupied at the time, and there were about four other guys waiting their turn at the shower. I suggested to John that, since his wife was away, why not pick up a pizza on the way home, and stop by my apartment to clean up and enjoy the pizza and a couple of beers. I owed him for a couple of dinners anyhow. It was a warm day, and we were both pretty sweaty from our workouts.
I guess that the idea of a shower and a cold beer sounded good to him, because John accepted the invitation immediately. We grabbed our business clothes and left for my apartment.
Like any good host, I suggested that John shower first and get comfortable. While he was in the shower, I opened a couple of beers and sat down in the living room to watch the news on the TV.
John emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist and looking a lot cleaner than I did. I went in to shower myself, hoping that there was enough hot water left in the tank. Only then did I realize that my favorite studded leather cock ring and a tube of KY that I had used in a hot session with a nineteen year old dude the night before were still on the counter next to the sink where I had left them that morning.
Knowing that John was straight, I felt a little embarrassed, but then decided that he probably would not know what the cock ring was, much less what it was used for.
After I finished my shower, I wrapped a towel around my own waist and walked into the living room to find John sitting in the center of the couch watching the TV and drinking his beer. One leg was propped on the coffee table, and I got a good view of his cock under the towel. Instead of arching downward as it usually did when he was standing in the shower at the gym, it was lying against his thigh and looking just a little bigger that it usual did. I took my beer and sat down on the couch next to him.
After a few moments of silence, he asked, "You use that cock ring every time you screw?" A little surprised at his candid manner on the subject, I stammered that I used it some of the time, but not always. "What does it feel like?" he asked, indicating that he had never used one. I told him that it felt good sometimes, and that I seemed to cum better then usual when I was wearing it.
Another pause. "Mind if I try it on?" he said. This seemed too good to be true, and I said, "Sure, I'll go get it for you". As I went to the bathroom to get the cock ring for John to try on, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that his cock was a good deal stiffer looking than it had been a few minutes earlier. It was even tenting up the towel around his waist. "Could it be......?" I thought to myself.
When I returned a few seconds later, cock ring in hand, John was on his feet, the towel on the floor next to him, and his cock was standing straight and rigidly from his body at a 45 degree angle. It reminded me of a beautiful flag pole on the side of an office building. The thing was at least ten inches long when it was hard! John's facial expression looked like he was a little embarrassed, but he made no effort to hide the gorgeous hardon from my view. On the contrary, he turned toward me as I came back into the room, and seemed to aim it at me. I gulped, walked over toward him and, without a word, looped the soft studded leather under his balls and snapped it snugly around the top of his cock. As I did so, I could not help stroking his hard cock a little. It jumped and got a little harder when I did. He made no resistance. "Hey, that DOES feel good," he said, and sat back down on the couch and started stroking his boner gently.
I could take it no longer! No sooner was he sitting on the couch with that beautiful stiff prick sticking up in the air, than I was on my knees in front of him with the head of his cock in my mouth. He seemed to like it, and spread his legs so I could get at it better. Slowly at first, I sucked on the meaty cockhead, tongued around the base of it, and licked the sweet tasting precum with the tip of my tongue as it oozed out of the slit. Then I started to lick the under side of his shaft down to his balls. One by one I took each of his balls into my mouth and played with them with my tongue. John was starting to get hot and squirmed on the couch and began to push his hips at me with little fucking motions.
When he seemed to be ready, I went back to the head of his cock and started to suck on it again, only harder. This time, as I sucked, I went all the way down on his cock, taking the full ten inches of rigid meat into my throat and massaging it with my throat muscles.
"Christ, I've never felt anything so good," he moaned as I deep throated him. I rode my mouth up and down on his hard shaft and John began to really get into it. As I moved up and down on his shaft, he started to fuck my mouth back with the same rhythm. I cupped his tight balls with one hand, which seemed to turn him on even more, and started to play around his asshole with one finger of my other hand. To my surprise, his asshole opened up and admitted my finger without any resistance. This "straight" stud was really enjoying it as much as I was!
"Oh God, fuck me, George," he said after a few twists of my finger in his ass, "Fuck my hot ass good with that big dick of yours! I want your cock in me!" With that, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, slipped off of the couch, and lay face down on the floor with his beautiful buns up in the air. I was ready for anything by this time, and just as horny as he was. Standing over his upturned, muscular ass, I took my own hard cock in hand and pressed the head of it gently against his puckered hole. It relaxed a little, admitting just the head of my cock, and then closed again firmly around it. As I applied a little more pressure, his ass relaxed again and admitted a little more. In a couple of moments I was in to the hilt with my balls resting against his, and clutching his broad, muscular back. The warmth of this stud's throbbing, velvety ass felt better to my cock than anything had for a long while!
As I started to slowly fuck in and out of John's tight hole, he began to moan and to rotate his hips to feel my shaft as it probed every part of his ass. This was obviously not the first time he had his ass fucked! As a matter of fact, the guy was an expert, and knew exactly what he was doing! We rolled over on our sides as I pumped his ass, and John started to stroke on his hard dick. I pulled his hand away, and started to pump on his shaft with my own hand while I fucked his ass. Faster and faster, harder and harder I pumped; feeling my balls getting tighter as they bounced against his and as I got closer to shooting my load. John went wild and reacted to every thrust of my cock by pushing his ass back against me! We rolled over some more, so that now we were on our backs and he was on top of me, pushing downward with his hips with every movement as my cock penetrated deeper into his ass.
Although I was getting close, I tried to hold back as long as I could. I continued to stroke his shaft as I fucked. John began to heave his body up and down on me as he got closer to his orgasm.
After a few seconds more, I could feel his ass spasm and tighten around my cock as he shot load after load of sweet cum into the air, thrashing his head from side to side as he did. A couple of more thrusts of my cock deep into his ass was all it took before I was delivering my own loads of cum into his hot, inviting bowels.
Again and again I came. I could not have stopped the force of my hard thrusts into his ass even if I had wanted to. It seemed almost as if my balls were turning inside out as I shot load after load into him.
Finally, after what seemed like a couple of minutes of pure ecstasy, we were both empty and completely satisfied. We lay back on the floor, with my cock still in John's ass, and relaxed.
"Christ, it sure has been a long time since I've had a fuck that was that good," John said. We kissed. As my cock slowly softened, we lay together and said nothing. Finally it went limp and popped out of his ass. John turned over and lay on top of me for a while, our limp cocks together, and our arms linked. I could feel his heart pounding through his chest. Mine was, too. Our sweaty chests heaved together as we tried to catch our breath.
As we embraced John started to rub up and down the middle my back gently with his hands. Soon his hands found my ass cheeks and started to massage and separate them too. I did the same to his.
Before long, as we lay there, John's finger found my ass and started to play with it, as I had done to his earlier. It was then that I realized that, even though it had not been ten minutes since we had both shot our loads, I could feel his cock getting harder again. Mine was, too.
A few more minutes of playing, and we were both as hard as ever. John started to rub against my sweaty body and with fucking motions. I responded. In a moment he had slipped his hard dick between my legs and was fucking as hard as ever. His cock felt wonderful as it slipped up and down between my legs. He would pause just a second as his cockhead neared my ass, and I found myself wishing he would lift my legs and plant his hard meat in it.
He must have read my mind, because that is exactly what he did.
Lifting my legs and resting them on his broad shoulders, he took his cock in hand and with one thrust planted all ten inches in my ass. I gasped for a second at the sudden intrusion, but it felt marvelous to have all of him in me. He started to pump in and out, as I had done to him, and we both started to sweat all over again.
Several times he would pull his cock almost all the way out, only to abruptly plunge its full length back in a second later. I was feeling great, and thankful that the second time usually lasts even longer than the first for most guys.
Suddenly, John stopped his vigorous ass fucking, let my legs down from his shoulders, and shifted his position so that he was now sitting facing of me, with his cock still in my ass. He resumed his fucking motions with his hips, and at the same time took my throbbing cock in his hands and started to massage it.
Then John leaned forward and took my cock in his mouth. I marveled at his flexibility! I had never been able to do it in this position, although I had tried it a couple of times. I began to bounce up and down on his cock while he sucked on mine. It felt wonderful. I was beginning to feel that familiar sensation in my balls that usually meant I was about to cum when John grabbed both of my balls with his free hand and started to pull on them as if he were milking a cow. The sensation was unbelievable! I started to shoot another load in John's mouth. This was some sort of instinctive signal for him, and I could feel his cock throbbing and spasming in my ass as he started to shoot, too. I won't say that I shot as much cum as the first time, but it felt every bit as good to me.
Neither of us slept for more than about fifteen minutes the rest of that night. He seemed to be insatiable, and I enjoyed every minute of it. He said that he had not been able to screw his wife properly for months. She always complained that his dick was too big and that "it hurt." I never did figure out how the baby got there. John's wife never returned from her few days with Mother - the trip was the final episode in a lousy marriage. After about a month, John sold the house to pay the alimony and moved into the apartment with me.
Between our regular workouts in the gym and at home, neither of us had ever been in better shape. Somehow one or the other of us could always think of something new to try in the way of sex, and life was never dull for either of us. After about a year, John was transferred to the LA office of his firm. We write to each other now and then, but life has not been the same since he left.
I miss him.