Pounded by the Bodybuilder 2a: Derek's Buddies By Mister J
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Description: Are you ready for this hot continuation of "Pounded by the Bodybuilder"? Chris hasn't seen Derek in the gym since their last encounter in the locker room. But what the maintenance guy doesn't know was that the straight bodybuilder had plans to keep him busy while he's not around. Can you handle more of Chris's steamy and sweaty adventures?
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WHOA! Is that the new owner?
Mr. Samir stood outside his office talking to a bald black man with the same bodybuilder's frame as him.
Wearing my maintenance uniform, I leaned on a wall in the back office while waiting for the morning meeting to start.
Personal trainers and other employees came in and gathered in the middle of the space enough to hold thirty people.
The large, muscular black man leaned in and whispered something to Mr. Samir.
I scanned him. Ay! Dios mio. He is so fucking hot.
He stood almost as tall as Mr. Samir, who was six-three.
My five-nine was nothing to the two goliath men. It would be a fucking dream come true fucked at both ends by them.
The black man looked in my direction, showing his goatee.
I looked down, draped my small towel over the shoulder, and pretended to fix my uniform.
A hand tapped my shoulder. "Hey, man."
Looking up, a muscular guy with short black hair stood in front of me. "Hey, Jonas."
He cocked his head and joined the other personal trainers. Their tight uniform, navy blue compression shirt, and black track pants with `Top Muscle Fitness' written on the side hugged their muscles in the right places.
When everyone was complete, Mr. Samir and the new owner faced us. "So, I'm sure everybody already knows I'm moving to Dubai with my fiancee."
I stood behind the crowd next to another maintenance guy, Simon. My attention focused on the dark-skinned man next to him instead of Mr. Samir's speech.
The giant man conducted himself with a confident presence and powerful aura.
It intimidated and awed me at the same time.
His muscles threatened to burst out of his designer gray suit. Its material hugged every bulge of his torso.
Below, his pants didn't hide what the man packed.
I'm sure I was not the only one who noticed the promising bulge. I imagined how big of a monster the dick would be.
The front of my pants tightened.
"Everybody, meet the new owner of Top Muscle Fitness, Tyrone Reed," Mr. Samir said.
The whole room applauded.
I clapped along to welcome our new employer.
Tyrone stepped forward and raised a hand.
Everyone stopped.
"As Mahmud said, I am taking over the gym from this moment on. As of today, I will be implementing some change."
Damn, if the man called me over and ordered me to kneel in front of him and suck his dick, I would. Who cares if my co-workers witnessed it all.
I pulled on my shirt collar and used my towel to wipe the sweat off my forehead.
Simon lightly elbowed me. "Bro, looks like it's gonna be tough with this new guy, eh?"
Leaning in, I whispered, "I know, right? Totally different from Mr. Samir."
"Yeah," he nodded.
"Do you know anything about the guy? All I know is that he's a former bodybuilding champion."
"Not much. But I heard a rumor that the guy once punched a gay guy who made a pass at him."
"Is that true? Where did you hear it from?"
"I overheard one of the personal trainers."
Fuck. Tyrone's bad news for me.
"I promise the new and improved Top Muscle Fitness will be better than ever before." Tyrone turned his head at Mr. Samir. "No offense."
The former owner guffawed. "None taken."
"That's it, I guess. Nice meeting you all. Dismissed. Back to work."
Everyone headed for the exit, back to their respective posts.
I followed behind the crowd.
"You! Maintenance guy with the towel." Tyrone's voice boomed over the chatter.
Me? Why me? I froze, then turned slowly while my heart raced.
"And the other one, too."
Simon and I looked at each other. His eyebrow lifted as if to ask, `What did we do?'
I lifted mine back. How the fuck should I know?
We stayed behind.
"Can I use the office?" Tyrone asked the middle eastern man.
"Go ahead. The office is yours now anyway." Mr. Samir pointed toward the door. "I'll be going. And good luck."
The two shook hands before the previous owner walked toward us.
"Good luck in Dubai, sir." I offered my hand.
"Thanks, Chris. Everyone is in good hands with Tyrone."
Maybe, for the straight ones.
He shook mine and Simon's hands before going on his way.
Tyrone's cell phone began to ring.
"You two. Come inside my office." Tyrone answered the call as he entered the office.
"What the fuck's going on?" I whispered to Simon.
He shrugged and motioned for me to go first.
We went in but lingered near the door.
Tyrone stood next to his desk while talking on the phone. He gestured for us to come closer.
Slowly, Simon and I approached and stood a couple of feet away from him.
I looked around.
On one side of the office, bodybuilding trophies lined the shelves. Framed competition photos adorned the wall.
A few posters of the professional football player, Aaron Reed, hung next to the pictures.
Damn! Is he related to the sports superstar or something?
On the other side, stacks of boxes filled with more trophies and pictures occupied the floor.
I studied Tyrone's body without being obvious. He definitely has the physique of a bodybuilding champion. There's no doubt about it.
Tyrone ended his call and sat on the front part of the desk with arms crossed on his chest.
My heart pounded inside my chest. Without looking at the eyes, I asked, "Did we do something wrong, sir?"
"Yes, actually. I noticed you two whispering to each other while I spoke in the meeting. Don't ever do that again."
Simon and I looked at each other before dropping our heads. "Sorry, sir," we said at the same time.
He's one of those people with a big ego. Fuck. Definitely different from Mr. Samir.
"When I conduct meetings, I expect my employees' undivided attention. No exceptions. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," my co-worker and I replied
"I understand my style is different from what everyone is used to. Time is needed to adjust. So, I will let you guys off with a warning."
We thanked him.
"Now, go back to work."
"Sorry again, sir," I said. "We promise it will never happen again."
My co-worker and I turned and started for the door.
"Uh, you with the towel."
I stopped and turned. "Chris, sir."
Tyrone pointed to the other one.
"Simon, sir."
"Yes, you can go."
I cocked my head at Simon.
He exited the office and closed the door behind him.
"Anything else I can do for you, sir?"
"Mahmud told me the steam room is not working."
"Yes, sir. The technician said he'll be coming by today."
"Good. Supervise it. I want it fixed today. Understood?"
"Understood, sir."
"Report to me when it's done. That is all," Tyrone went around the desk and sat on the chair.
Would it kill you to say please or at least be polite? I turned and left his office.
WHERE'S the fucking technician? It's almost ten. I don't want to deal with Tyrone if that damn steam room doesn't get fixed today.
I collected towels left behind by a couple of morning members.
A young man and middle-aged guy remained in the locker room.
On the way to the bin, I glanced at them.
The young curly blond was hot and had an athlete's physique under his t-shirt with a university's logo and jeans.
"Dad, hurry up. We can still make it to mom's before lunch." He zipped his gym bag closed.
"Alright, I'm almost done," the older, white-haired version of the young man said after putting his shirt on.
Oh, yeah. That's Richard. The guy who intercepted Derek last time. To be fair, even with a slight beer belly, the light-skinned man was still hot like his son.
An image of me on my knees servicing the father popped into my head.
I wouldn't mind servicing him and his son, maybe even at the same time.
My dick started to get hard. To keep Richard and his son from seeing my erection, I went into another section of the locker room,
"Chris." The father called out.
"Yes?" I turned to look but made sure to keep my crotch hidden.
He stretched out an arm, towels in hand.
I hurried over and took his and his son's used towels
"Thanks, man." Richard winked and smiled before following the son out.
Caught off guard, I stood frozen. What the hell was that? But my erection went harder.
I adjusted my meat and looked at the counter where Derek fucked me last time.
Where's the fucker anyway? I haven't seen him in the gym.
Simon walked in carrying a mop.
With the towels, I covered my crotch.
"Emma sent me to tell you that the technician who was supposed to come had an emergency."
"What? Fuck! Mr. Reed will be pissed if that steam room doesn't get fixed today."
"Bro, chill. I was not done. They're sending another person, but it will be at least another half hour."
"Oh, okay." I calmed down.
My Filipino-American co-worker chuckled and went to store the mop away.
What's another hour? Just as long as it gets finished today. That's the most important thing.
I tossed the towels in the bin and busied myself to keep getting more anxious.
Tyrone, it's only your first day, and you're already stressing me out.
I STOPPED mopping and wiped the sweat on my temple. After shoving the small towel inside my pocket, I checked the digital clock on the locker room wall.
It said 11:46 a.m.
"Hey, thanks again for the menthol in the sauna earlier." Jonas came out of the showers area with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Sure, man. No problem."
"Everything okay? You look pissed." He opened his locker and grabbed underwear from his stuff before discarding the towel.
My eyes went straight for the fat, cut dick surrounded by a full bush.
"It's nothing. I'm just irritated the technician hasn't arrived yet."
He turned his head toward me as he put his black briefs on. "Have you seen Daniel?"
I looked down and resumed mopping. "Yeah, Daniel already left. He mentioned something about having an early lunch with his wife."
A bulky man with curly red hair entered in navy blue coveralls, carrying a large toolbox. "Excuse me. I'm looking for Chris."
"Finally!" I walked over to give him a piece of my mind.
The bearded technician met me halfway and offered his big hand. He stood a couple of inches taller than me.
"I'm Sean. I really apologize for being late. The job was passed onto me at the last minute. But I had to finish my other client first."
Whoa, this man's gorgeous.
I shook his pale hand and forgot what I was supposed to say.
"Where's your steam room?"
"Gotta go, man." I gestured at Jonas while having one more discreet look at his bulge.
"Later." Jonas put the rest of his uniform on.
"Over here. Follow me." I pointed and passed the technician.
"Uhm, can I have a drink first?" He stood in front of the drinking fountain. "I went straight here from my other client, and it's like hell outside."
Wet spots stained his coveralls on the chest and under the arms. And a scent of sun came off of him. Not a bad smell, but more of a masculine aroma.
"Sure, man. Go ahead." I waited by the entrance to the showers.
The water dripped sensually from his chin as he drank. And the way his throat moved as he swallowed looked hot as fuck.
What would it be like to lick every square inch of his neck?
My body warmed up, and my heart increased its beat. I swallowed without thinking about it.
After Sean had his fill, he used the sleeve of his coveralls to wipe his mouth. "So, where is it?"
Breaking out of my stare, I asked, "I'm sorry, what?"
"The steam room."
"Oh, yeah. This way." I lead him between the rows of empty shower cubicles.
Behave yourself, Chris. You can't have sex in the gym. It will be a disaster if Tyrone finds out.
"That's the steam room, and the shower generator's down here." I opened the small closet near the floor between the steam room and the sauna.
Sean set the large toolbox on the floor. "I'm gonna have to troubleshoot first." He turned the machine on and went inside the steam room.
I followed him.
A long row of the white acrylic bench sat against one side of the wall, hidden from people outside. The room was dark except for the fluorescent light coming from the showers area, lighting part of the entrance.
We waited a couple of minutes, and no steam came out.
The technician's phone rang from inside his pocket.
He took it out, and a woman's picture holding a newborn baby appeared on the screen. "Would you excuse me?"
I nodded.
It figures he's attached. Hot guys like him usually are. His girl's a lucky bitch.
Sean put the phone next to his ear and stepped deeper into the dark room. "Hey, babe. Everything okay?"
Leaning on the marble wall, I tried not to sneak glances at the hunk technician's body. But I couldn't help but look through my periphery, even with the poor lighting.
His uniform showed off his muscles and the bulge in his crotch.
What would his dick look like while I'm on my knees?
Damn it, Chris. Stop it. You'll end up losing your job if he catches you and reports you.
"I'll grab some diapers before I get home from work, babe. I gotta go." He turned the phone off. "Sorry about that."
"So, what now?"
Sean went back to the steam generator.
I followed but kept a few steps away to give him room.
He went down on all fours and checked the generator up close. His round butt pointed toward me.
While I stared at the briefs line on Sean's coveralls, my erection pressed against the fly of my pants. I turned around and shoved a hand inside my pocket to adjust myself.
"Do you mind if I remove this?"
"Remove what?" I faced him.
Sean had the zipper of his coveralls halfway open, revealing a smooth muscular chest. "It's soaked."
Zoning in on the exposed skin before looking back at his face, I said, "No problem, man."
The straight technician opened the top half of his coveralls and let it dangle around his waist. Sweat slid down his shirtless torso all the way down to the visible waistband of his white briefs.
My dick twitched inside my underwear. I made a silent curse and bit my lip.
His uniform slid down further, showing the bulge of Sean's dick head in the cotton material.
A bead of sweat trickled down my temple. I tore my eyes away and looked at the technician's face.
Sean had a big grin. His hand reached for his bulge and squeezed.
I couldn't help but look at his crotch again, and my eyes stayed.
He stepped toward me and whispered in my ear, "You like what you see, fag? You can taste it if you want."
To be continued...
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