A Late Night Workout: Part Four
J led the way to the locker room, his shirt crumpled in his hand and his jeans held up loosely around his hips. Eric followed after, his hands held carefully away from his sides as he walked. He'd scraped the remnants of J's load from his face as best he could, and it still clung to him, thick on his palms, his knuckles, his fingertips. "You throw that on my floor and you lick it up while I watch," J had said, so Eric had held onto it carefully, twisting his hands this way and that so it wouldn't drip. I could smell it as we walked, and I wished I'd offered to help him clean off.
Inside the locker room we all waited as J stopped at the last bench before the showers and stripped. This was the first time I'd ever seen him fully undressed, and I watched attentively, my dick throbbing as he pushed his jeans and his black trunks down to his knees. I resisted the urge to step forward and stroke a finger up along the curly hair that lined the crevice between the round, hard globes of his ass. When he turned to face us I looked at his dick, grateful to see it was still half hard, hoping it would jump back to life as I watched. I wanted my chance to feel the length of it stretching inside me.
"Alright, fuck boy," J said, reaching out casually to pinch Eric's left nipple, "let's go. You can wash my back."
Eric winced but didn't pull away. He kept his eyes on J's chest as he nodded, then followed his broad-shouldered boss around the last row of lockers. By the time Aaron laid his hot palm on my ass and pushed, I'd already taken a step forward.
Aaron and I watched, the water from the shower splashing just a few inches from our feet as J turned under the spray to face Eric. When Eric took a step forward, raising his hands uncertainly, J shook his head.
"No," he said. "Wipe those off first."
Eric took a step to the side, reaching for the soap dispenser attached to the steel shower column.
"No," J said again. He nodded at Eric's stomach. "Use those washboards."
Eric kept his face neutral as he carefully dragged his palms and the backs of his hands up and down his chest. Most of J's load clung to his dark chest hair, but as I watched one long, glistening streak rolled down his stomach to disappear into the curls above his dick.
"Back first," J said, then turned and presented Eric with the expanse of muscle that started at his heavy shoulders and ran down to the hemispheres of his ass. He stood in front of the spray, blocking whatever might have reached Eric to wash away the load dripping down his front.
Eric stepped forward and worked a lather up between his hands. He started tentatively with J's shoulders, but worked himself into an efficient rhythm by the time he got to J's waist.
When Eric reached J's ass and began to slow, J spread his legs wider. "Keep going," he said.
I watched as Eric pulled in a silent breath, applied more soap to his palms, then reached forward to push suds into the crack of J's ass. His dick had been hard when J fucked his throat, but it had softened somewhat as we made our way into the locker room. Now, as Eric massaged foam over and between the globes of J's powerful ass, his dick began to thicken again.
Behind me, Aaron vented a quiet laugh through his nose.
When J was covered in a thin layer of white foam that ran from his shoulders and arms all the way down to his upper thighs, he turned around and laced his fingers together behind his head. "Top to bottom," he said.
As Eric stepped forward again and reached for J's underarms with a two new handfuls of soap, Aaron pressed his hard dick against my back. "So what's on the agenda, J?" His breath sent a shiver down my back as he reached around to grip my shaft.
"Our little receptionist is," J grunted, "But we'll get there." He smiled as Eric worked his hands in quick, efficient circles from J's chest and down to his stomach. "When was the last time you took a dick, fuck boy?"
Eric's hands slowed briefly and I watched his jaw work. After a moment his hands picked up speed again. "Been a while," he said. His long dick twitched.
"Yeah?" J said. "How long?"
Eric shrugged.
"How long?" J's voice had slipped into a low rumble.
Eric leaned around J for another handful of soap, worked his palms together, then reached down and slid his hands under J's balls. "Not since my interview," he said.
J laughed, his voice high and bright. "Liar. You couldn't wait me to show me that hole. Begged me to fuck a load out of you. No way it's been that long since someone bent you over."
Eric kept his eyes down as he cradled J's balls in one hand and used the fingers of his other to scrub at the dark thatch of hair around J's hardening shaft. "Never said I hadn't bent over."
J cocked his head to one side and frowned, hands still on his head. I was still trying to puzzle through Eric's cryptic response when J's face split into a grin. "You let that cheerleader fuck you?"
Eric shrugged again.
"So what's it like to be topped by a chick?"
"It's good," Eric said. "She hits the spot."
"I bet she does. No wonder you follow that bitch around like a puppy."
Eric's hands went still and he looked up to meet J's gaze. "Easy," he said, a soft warning in his voice.
J laughed again and held both hands above his head. "All right," he said, "all right." He gestured down at his dick, now standing at full attention in Eric's grip. "Bet you miss this, though. Nothing beats real dick."
"It's different," Eric said, his eyes lowered again as he slowly pumped his fist up and down J's shaft.
"You telling me you don't miss this? Give it a squeeze, tell me you wouldn't rather have that heat filling you up."
I watched as Eric held J's balls in one hand and continued to stroke his shaft with the other. When his fist slid down to the base of J's thick piece, his knuckles tightened. "I can take it if that's what you want," he said.
"What I want?" J put a hand on Eric's chest and pushed. After Eric took a few steps back J waved a hand at Eric's bouncing dick. "Look at you. You could hang a cowbell on that dick," J said. "We talking about what I want or what you want?"
In the silence that followed, broken only by the sputtering of the shower behind J, Eric glanced at me from the corner of his eye.
J took a step toward him. "Don't look at them," he said. His voice had deepened to a purr. "Look at me and tell me you're not boned up because you want someone to bend you over."
My heart pounded as I watched Eric. He looked J in the eye but said nothing.
J took another step closer. "You tell me you'd rather go home right now and get pegged, and I'll let you go. No hard feelings. We're even and you can come into work like always. But before you go, you look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me to bend you over, take you by the hair, and use you." J took another step closer. "You remember how it sounded? How it felt when I held your face against the desk and slammed a load out of you? You shot so hard I could hear it hit the floor."
As J took another step forward, Aaron slipped his thumb inside me and began to massage the button at the base of my dick. I swallowed a moan while he squeezed my shaft.
"What's it going to be," J said. "My mouth on the back of your neck and this piece stretching you open--" he said, using a thumb to bounce his dick up and down, "--or a long drive home and a cold fucking dildo?"
Eric looked in my direction again, at Aaron's hand slowly gliding up and down my shaft. As pleasure rolled around inside me, moved up and down my shaft with Aaron's hand, I watched the gears in Eric's head turn. I watched him make his choice as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He licked his lips and looked up at J.
"I can stick around for a while," he said.
"Yeah?" J smiled and closed the distance between them. As he looked Eric in the eye the head of his dick slid along the top of Eric's shaft and pushed against the wiry curls between his legs.
I imagined what that wet hair must feel like, slick as it was with the remnants of J's first load dripping down into it.
"You sure?" J said. "This could take all night. Things might get a little wild."
"Yeah, I'm sure," Eric said. His stood straight, unflinching as J, a few inches taller, leaned into him.
"Good," J said. "Let's have some fun, then. These two can open you up for me."
Eric blinked, opened his mouth, then shut it again. He looked over at me, our eyes met, and then he turned back to J.
"Ok," he said, and I imagined I could almost see the way his heart beat set his dick bouncing.
Aaron pulled his finger from my ass and draped his arm over my shoulder from behind. "This keeps getting better and better," he said. I felt his head tilt toward J. "Where should we start? Your office?"
"No," J said, his eyes moving down to Eric's mouth. "Let's start in here. I like the sound of a good fuck echoing off the lockers."
I heard the smile in Aaron's voice before he pressed his open mouth to my neck and dragged his tongue across my skin. "A locker room fuck twice in one day," he said. "Lucky me."
I felt a pang of disappointment as J led the three of us back to the locker where he'd left his clothes in a pile. I'd walked into the locker room thinking my ass was going to be the main event, but as I watched J position Eric on the bench, one leg on each side and his forearms resting on the wooden seat, I knew J had his mind set on a new hole. But maybe if I played along, he wouldn't forget about me completely.
Standing to one side, J began probing Eric's hole with his middle finger. Eric exhaled quietly, but said nothing as Aaron and I watched from behind.
"What do you think?" J said. "How's it look?"
Aaron, standing beside me with his arms crossed and his hard on pointing straight out, smiled. "Well, I don't know," he said. "What do you think?"
"I think it looks good enough to eat."
"Might be," Aaron said, "might be."
"Only one way to find out," J said.
"Think so?"
"Know so."
"Well," Aaron said, "you'd best get to it."
"No," J said, "be my guest. We've got him all night. Plenty of time to for both of us."
When J opened Eric's ass I'd stared fixedly at his tight hole, enjoying a view of Eric that I'd never really seen before, but as Aaron and J began their banter I looked up. It was the kind of exchange I'd expect from my college buddies--light, mocking, irreverent--not from two men discussing who'd be the first to bury their face in a third man's ass. In that short exchange I heard the echoes of an old friendship and I wondered again what Eric and J had gotten up to before circumstances had forced J to ban his friend from the gym. And I wondered, very briefly, if this bizarre night might actually revive an old camaraderie. Then Aaron sat down on the bench behind Eric and got to work and more important events commanded my attention.
Eric reacted almost immediately. Grunting softly, he pushed his ass back and up against Aaron's face. It was a subtle movement, but as his chest moved down a fraction toward the bench and his ass tilted up, I began to see a side of Eric I'd never known. The Eric I knew was the definition of an alpha: a tall, stacked, confident dude who knew what he had and took what he wanted. Earlier that night he'd dominated me, taken me from behind and used me, then left me dripping and half naked while he cruised out the door to head home to his girlfriend. When he'd admitted that his girlfriend pegged him, when J had talked about topping him, I hadn't been able to see it. I'd believed it, theoretically, but the image it conjured, of Eric on all fours, spreading his ass, moaning, begging for release, didn't fit with the image of the man I knew.
But as I watched Aaron bury his face in Eric's perfect ass, the man I knew began to transform. His back arched as Aaron's tongue worked against his hot ring and his breath came faster. When Aaron grunted against his hole, sending warm vibrations into his ass, Eric moaned. The noises starting in his throat got louder, filling with need. He began to bend at the knee so he could arch his back more sharply, pushing his ass harder up against Aaron's face, fucking himself onto that searching tongue.
It was a sight I never thought I'd see and when Aaron hummed against Eric's ass again and Eric let a high pitched moan tumble out of his open mouth, my disappointment at not being the center of attention began to fade. J had said that he wanted the two of us to top Eric first, to open him up, and I began to imagine what that might be like. I'd topped plenty of the guys I met at school or online, but I'd never seen Eric in that position. I'd imagined fucking him before, but what I imagined hadn't felt like Eric. It was just someone else who looked like him. Someone with the same lean muscles, the same dark hair, the same long dick, but inside it wasn't him. Eric wouldn't get on his back and hold his legs in the air. He wouldn't finger himself as someone else watched, wouldn't lube himself with his own spit and hold his ass open while he waited for a dick to push inside. Or, at least, the Eric I'd known wouldn't. But this one might.
Eric's body twitched again, rolling as Aaron's tongue worked deep into his hole, and I found myself walking around to the other end of the bench to see Eric's face. I'd spent a lot of time looking up at Eric during sex. I'd seen the expressions he'd made while he was fucking me and I knew what he looked like while I sucked him off. But what did he look like with a tongue in his ass? Is that what he'd look like while I fucked him?
Stroking my dick lightly, I walked around the bench until I stood opposite J. Eric had his head down, hair just barely resting on his forearms. I tilted my head, trying to see his expression.
"Looks like you could use some help with that."
I looked up. J had his eyes on my dick. I opened my mouth but didn't say anything--until that moment, the possibility hadn't actually occurred to me.
"Wouldn't mind," I said.
J put a fist in Eric's hair and pulled his head up. "Open your mouth."
Eric opened his mouth.
"Get nice and close," J said, nodding me toward the bench.
I lifted a leg over the bench and stepped forward until I could feel Eric's breath on the head of my dick.
"Take him by the hair," J said.
Eric was leaning on his hands now instead of his forearms, level with my hips. When J released him, I reached out and gently wound the fingers of both hands into the hair at the top of his head.
J gave Eric a tap on the back of the head. "Take it," he said, and Eric leaned in as I rolled my hips forward to meet his mouth.
I let out a long, slow breath as Eric wrapped his lips around the head of my dick and I paused to enjoy the sensation as I looked down at his lean, handsome face. His eyes were closed and he was frowning in concentration, bouncing ever so slightly as Aaron continued working on his ass. I pulled out a fraction and watched his lips expand over the head of my dick. I pushed back in and sighed again as the slick warmth of his mouth slid over me. My disappointment at not being on my back beneath J faded a bit more.
"Get right in there," J said, and with one hand on my ass he pushed my hips forward until Eric had his lips wrapped around the base of my dick. He held us that way, one hand on my ass and another on the back of Eric's head, until Eric's face and neck began to grow red.
When J finally released us I slid back out of Eric's mouth to let him take a breath.
"I like the look of that," J said. "I want to watch you fuck his mouth. Show me the rhythm you'll use on his ass."
Eric glanced up at me. It was a quick look and I couldn't quite read his expression. I wondered if he was trying to decide if I'd be gentle or if I'd use him the way J might. Or was he trying to tell me something? Maybe he was trying to let me know that he'd remember everything I did to him, that we'd have a score to settle later. Maybe, but in that moment, with my wet dick brushing against his lips and his ass in the air, I could only hold one thought in my mind at a time. After he lowered his eyes and opened his mouth again, I leaned forward and prepared to show J that I could fuck.
I started slowly, letting Eric get used to the sensation of my dick moving over his tongue and back into his throat. He took it calmly, sighing through his nose or moaning every so often when Aaron dug deep with his tongue. Each moan pulled a grunt from me as it buzzed around my dick and it wasn't long before I was chasing those sounds. When Aaron made him moan, I drove in harder, trying to surprise a second pulse from his throat. It worked often enough that I began to lose myself in the effort, pushing deeper into his throat, crushing his nose down against my wiry hair, slapping my balls against his chin. I had just spread my feet a little wider and readjusted my grip on his hair so I could piston more efficiently in and out of his mouth, root to tip, when J put a wide hand on my stomach and pushed me back a step.
"You are full of surprises, aren't you?"
"Sorry," I said. I looked down at my shiny dick, red and pulsing just beyond Eric's lips. I looked down into his eyes and he looked back. I almost expected him to say something, to let me know what he had in store for me next time he got me alone, but he just stared at me, panting through red and swollen lips. Then Aaron moaned into his ass and he gasped and closed his eyes. The gruff frown of concentration was gone. His face was open, unguarded, slack with pleasure. I resisted the urge to step forward again and plug his mouth.
"Nothing to be sorry for," J said. He smiled and let his loose fist glide up and down my shaft. "I enjoyed every second of that. Now," he said, turning to look at Aaron. "What do you think? Is he ready?"
Aaron sat back and wiped the shine from his jaw. "More than ready. Who's first?"
"Good question. You just did all that work. You want first plunge, or should we let our stud receptionist open him for us?"
Aaron considered me across Eric's arched back. As he did, he reached out and pressed a thumb to Eric's hole. I heard a wet sound and Eric moaned, all the air in his lungs rushing out to breeze against my wet dick.
"Depends," Aaron said. "Think this hole will know the difference?"
J took Eric by the chin and pulled his head up. "What do you think?" he asked. "Who's first."
Eric's eyes flickered to me again, then down to my dick.
"Yeah," J said, and he turned to look at me. "I'm curious too." His smile was wide and toothy. "Ok, stud. You're up first."
A felt a huge, stupid smile spread across my face. My disappointment at not being the hole faded completely.
While Aaron seated himself on the bench where I'd been standing, I took up my position behind Eric's round, hairy ass. I put both hands on his ass and squeezed, enjoying the way the dense muscle filled my hands. I pulled gently and watched his hole stretch, the wet hair all around it curling where it wasn't slicked down.
"I know it's pretty," J said, "but there's a line. Let's get going."
Still holding Eric ass apart with one hand, I held myself at the based of my dick and pressed the head gently against his pucker. It gave more quickly than I expected, and the head slipped in almost without resistance. As Eric's muffled grunt informed me that he had his mouth full again, I pulled out and let a wad of spit ooze down onto my dick head. I pushed it up and down my shaft, once, twice, then took a step closer to Eric's ass and pushed into him again.
I'm not small by any means, a little above average length and thick, but Eric's ass swallowed me up without complaint. I pushed slowly, steadily, and my hips were pressed against him in just a few hammering heart beats. I stopped when my root was resting inside him and looked up at J.
"Looks like this little hole's been holding out on us," he said. I watched him lean down and pull Eric by the hair until he slid up off Aaron's dick. "How often you take that girl's fuck stick?"
"As often as she'll give it to me," Eric said breathlessly, his voice thick.
"All right then," J said. "Guess the way's already open for us." He looked at me and let Eric go and Aaron grunted as Eric swallowed his dick again. "Go to town," J said. "I like a used hole. Let's see how much you can stretch him out."
By then I didn't need any encouragement. I started slowly, considerately, but I didn't waste any time working up to a steady pace and it wasn't long before the sound of my hips slapping against his ass was echoing down the row of lockers. I stood straight and watched my wide dick disappear in his hole. Each time I pulled out his hair clung to me, and each time I pushed back in, rocking him forward with each thrust, he grunted. When the wet sound between us became a sticky sound, I pulled out, spit again, and slammed back into him. His moan made Aaron smile. I smiled back.
J, who had been watching Aaron use Eric's mouth, came around to join me. "How's that ass feel, stud?"
"Feels incredible," I said.
"Yeah? Nice and warm?"
"Warm and soft."
"He still tight?"
"Loose and getting looser," I said, and let my next thrust land hard enough to push Eric's head into Aaron's stomach.
"That's what I like to hear," J said. As I continued driving in and out of Eric's ass, J reached around behind me and slipped a finger into my ass. "I hear you're pretty loose yourself."
I froze as a spike of pleasure shot from my asshole to the end of my dick, threatening to push me over the edge.
Aaron looked up at J. "Side by side?"
"No," J said. "Got another idea. Why don't you tag in for now."
"My pleasure."
As J pulled his finger from my ass and we both stepped aside to make room for Aaron, I resisted the urge to wrap my fist around my dick. It would have taken just a few strokes to get off, but I didn't know what else J had in mind, and I didn't want to miss anything he might be planning.
Aaron paused only long enough to spit on Eric's open hole before he reached around to grip a thigh in each hand and drove himself in with one hard thrust. Eric's explosive grunt had barely returned to us from the other end of the locker room before Aaron's steady, businesslike hammering began pushing rhythmic moans from Eric's throat. I watched, still unable to touch myself, as Aaron lost himself in the fuck. He didn't slow and didn't soften, and as his thrusts pushed Eric off balance, he took an occasional step forward to maintain his leverage.
"That's a sight, isn't it?" J said. He reached behind me again and dragged his middle finger against my loose hole.
I nodded, concentrating and unable to find words as we watched Aaron fuck Eric forward along the bench.
"You've had a busy night. How many times have you gotten off?"
"Once," I said.
"That's it? You must be close, then."
I nodded again.
"Well, here's what we're going to do. In a minute I'm going to take my turn and you're going to watch. Then Aaron will go again. Then we'll put this hole on his back, and Aaron will fill him up." He paused and pushed his finger into me to the first knuckle. "You with me so far?"
"Yes," I said, my voice tight but steady.
"Good. After Aaron lubes that hole from the inside, you'll slide in. You'll get nice and deep, then you'll bend over. While you look into that hole's eyes, I'll slide into you." He added a second finger to my ass and pushed in again. "Still with me?"
"Yes."
"Good. Stay with me until then, and I'll take care of the rest."
It took all my concentration to keep from shooting while J fingered me and we watched Aaron work. I kept my hands at my side and breathed evenly until J pulled both fingers out of me and stepped forward to tap Aaron on shoulder.
"Time for a break," he said. As Aaron pulled out and took a step back to stand beside me, J nodded at me. "Don't get this one too excited. Don't want him shooting before the grand finale."
Aaron smiled. "No promises."
J took his position on the bench behind Eric. With one hand on his hip and the other on his shoulder, he pulled Eric to a standing position. "How you holding up," J said, wrapping an arm around Eric's chest to pull him close.
Eric arched his back slightly to press his ass against J's lean, narrow hips. "Wondering when the serious fucking's gonna start," he said.
"That right?" Still holding Eric by the shoulder, J used his other hand to position his dick against Eric's hole. "Tell me you want this and it starts right now."
Eric was quiet as he twitched his ass left, then right. "Is it in yet?"
J laughed. "All right," he said. "Is that how it's gonna be?"
"It's not in yet?"
Still smiling, J shook his head but didn't answer. He knotted the fingers of one hand in Eric's hair and pulled the younger man's ear to his lips. "Let's step over to the lockers. You're going to need to brace yourself."
Eric stepped over the bench and put both palms flat on the locker just next to me. He smiled at me as J took up position behind him. "Deja vu, right?"
He didn't have much chance to say anything after that. J pushed him forward, held the side of his face pressed against the locker, and hammered into him. His face grew red as J's hips clapped against his ass and I watched his mouth open and his eyes close. He made little grunting sounds, like the moans starting in his throat were pilling up too fast to make their way out of his slack lips.
I balled my hands into fists and rested them against my thighs. A few quick strokes would have gotten me off and I was keyed up enough that my shots probably would have painted Eric's thigh even from a few feet away, but I knew that waiting would be worth it. I'd followed J into the locker room wondering what it would be like to be on the receiving end of his attentions, and if I could just hold it together long enough, I'd find out.
Aaron wasn't so patient. After just a minute or two he reached around me to tap J on the shoulder. "You and me," he said, "let's tag in and out like we did on that kid in your truck a few years ago. I want to go a while longer before I fill him up. Let's make this last."
J grunted but didn't slow his pace. After a few more strokes he jerked his head to the side without looking up. Aaron grinned and shouldered around me so he could stand with a thigh almost touching J's. After J slammed into Eric with a little extra power and then stepped back, Aaron was in his place and sliding in before Eric could take a breath. And the hammering continued.
I don't know how long I watched them trade places, sliding in and out of Eric's ass so quickly he probably couldn't tell the difference, but it was long enough that my dick cooled off enough for me to stroke to keep hard. I was beginning to wonder how long they'd keep it up, how long Eric could take it, when Aaron shrugged off J's tap and began pounding faster.
J smiled at me. "Here we go, stud. You ready?"
I smiled back. "Been waiting all night."
I let J pull me to the bench and position me with one leg on either side, then we watched as Aaron's pumping grew erratic. After a few more strokes his ass clenched and he drove into Eric and stayed there. He grunted, his forehead pressed to Eric's neck as he unloaded, and I almost smiled. I knew what that pulsing felt like.
When Aaron pulled out of Eric's ass, squeezing his dick and wiping a last few drops down Eric's back, J took Eric by the neck and sat him on the bench facing me. He let us look at each other for a moment, make wordless eye contact, then he laid a hand on Eric's chest and pushed him onto his back. "Leg's in the air," he said.
Eric lifted his legs and I put a hand on the back of each knee to steady him.
"All right," J said. "Get in there. Nice and close."
I leaned forward until Eric's knees were by his chest and the head of my dick rested against his hole.
"Stay right there," J said. He walked around behind me and my heart began to race as straddled the bench and I felt his bulk press against my back. "You still loose?" His lips were against my ear.
"Yes," I said. "And wet."
J's voice rumbled in his throat and I felt his fist position his dick against my ass. "About to get a lot wetter," he said, and with one smooth push, he slipped inside me.
I felt my mouth fall open, but before I could adjust or appreciate the piece filling me up, J put a foot next to each of mine and kept pushing with his hips. Slowly, steadily, he pushed me forward and fucked me into Eric's ass.
Eric moaned as I slid into him, his head resting on the bench and his eyes closed. His ass was like velvet and I wanted the sensation to last forever. I wanted to stand there, my dick buried in a warm ass while one of the hottest men I knew filled me up from behind. But as I looked down into Eric's blissed out face, I knew none of us could last much longer.
J put his hands on my shoulders and began to fuck me with slow, powerful thrusts that pushed me rhythmically into Eric's open ass. I'd thought that maybe J would want me to fuck Eric while I fucked myself backward onto his dick, but I realized immediately that J planned to stay in control. I grunted each time his hips came down on me and sent a shockwave from my asshole to the tip of my dick. I leaned on Eric's thighs to keep myself steady and watched his face as my hair ground against his hole and my dick stretched him wide.
I knew the end was coming when J's hands tightened on my shoulders. His strokes grew longer and he slammed into me harder. When his grunts became one long rolling growl, I reached down and took Eric's semi hard dick in my hand and began stroking. The wave at the base of my own dick had just begun to crest when I felt J's dick pulsing inside me. I swore and my abs convulsed as I began to shoot, adding my load to the one Aaron had left in Eric's ass. Eric came at almost the same moment. His shafted tensing and jumping in my hand. The jets landed on his chin, his neck, then his chest. By the time he'd finished, the last of his load was running down the outside of my fist.
For a while all I could understand were the aftershocks making my dick jump as J's shaft shifted inside me. Slowly, when his breathing began to return to normal, he pulled out of me. I felt a moment of emptiness, then stood and pulled out of Eric.
None of us said anything as we recovered. I pulled Eric into a sitting position when he finally opened his eyes, then we all got to our feet and made our way to the showers. We stood together in a circle around a single steel shower column, watching each other as we soaped and rinsed. Aaron was the only one that spoke. With a familiar hand on my shoulder, he turned me around so they could all see my ass.
"Let it out," he said. I did, and what remained of the three loads that had been fucked into me by three different men ran down my leg to be washed away by the water.
Eric turned without a word and did the same. He smiled slightly when I met his eye, then turned and continued rinsing his chest, soaping away his load and the one J had made him wipe into his chest hair.
At first it seemed strange that no one else spoke while he got dressed, but as Aaron opened his locker and handed me my clothes without any of the commentary I'd come to expect over the last two hours, I noticed the way J watched him with a quiet, thoughtful expression on his face.
After I got dressed I left Aaron and J in the locker room to find Eric pulling his underwear on in the lobby, illuminated only by the red light of the exit sign.
"Wild night," I said.
A silent laugh lifted his shoulders as he bent over to pull his jeans up. "That's one way to put it."
I watched as he shrugged into his shirt, his jacket, then carried his socks and shoes to a weight bench.
"I'm sorry I got you in trouble," I said.
"Don't sweat it," he said, tugging his laces tight. He stood. "All worked out ok."
It had, I thought, for the most part. But I wondered about us, whether he'd ever trust me again, whether he'd ever let me have the Stress Relief Package after a solid workout. I knew we'd still work together, but would we still have our late nights?
I walked over to one of the treadmills, the one just out of sight of the door. Eric had fucked me on it more than once as I held myself suspended from the hand bars. He said he liked the way the effort made my hole tighter. I put a hand on one of the bars. "Next time we close," I said, "I'll show you what's it's like to get fucked on one of these things."
Eric crossed his arms. "Is that right?"
I couldn't see his eyes through the gloom, but I looked into his face and kept my voice steady. "Yeah," I said. "You'll love it."
For a few heart beats, the sound of the empty gym pushed in on us.
"All right," he said. "Sounds like a plan."
Part of me hoped he wouldn't be able to see the wide, boyish smile I couldn't keep from my face. Another part of me didn't care.
When J and Aaron joined us, we all stood at the mouth of the hallway leading to the front door. J leaned with one elbow on Aaron's shoulder.
"We're gonna go get drunk. Am I going to have to swing back by this place to make sure you two aren't in the sauna fucking each other into a coma?"
Eric and I shook our heads.
"Are you lying to me?" His tone was calm, conversational, and part of me wanted to make a joke, but I swallowed it.
"No," Eric said.
"Good. Now who's got the keys?"
My heart leapt and I patted at myself until I felt the lump in the pocket of my jeans. "Right here," I said.
"And who should have them?"
I dug them out and dropped them into Eric's open palm.
"Very good. Now get the fuck out of my gym."
Standing in the parking lot, Eric and I watched J lock the front doors. When the lock clicked, he turned to us. "When's the next time you two are closing together?"
"Next Tuesday," I said. I always knew when we were closing together.
"All right," he said. "See you then."
"What do you think that means," I said, as we watched Aaron and J walk across the parking lot to J's little red sports car.
"Fuck if I know. Guess we'll find out on Tuesday." Eric turned and started toward his beat up SUV.
"Guess so," I said. I watched his ass as he walked away. "Enjoy the rest of your night. Tell Cherie I said hello."
I smiled as Eric gave me the finger and kept walking.
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