Sandy Hook

By Mickey S (NJRimzu)

Published on Aug 18, 2003

Gay

This is a story of an unusual relationship between two men. If you are under age, or live in an area where reading stories that include sex between males sex is illegal, or if you're not into this type of story, please leave. This story is completely fictional, as are all of the characters. While the characters and their story are totally fictional, some of the places mentioned really do exist.

For those of you who are reading my story, Billy and Danny, under College, I assure you that this is a very different tale. I originally wrote this as a short one-chapter story. One of my friends from the Nifty Six (Tim) thought the ending was contrived and urged me to make it a darker ending. The new ending opened up all sorts of possibilities and turned it into a longer story. Thank you, my friends, fellow writers, critics, editors and e-mailers. I hope all of you reading this have as much fun with it as I had writing it. The guys in this story are into being safe because they want to live a long time. So should you.

The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. Comments are appreciated at NJMcMick@yahoo.com.

Wednesday

George

I woke up Wednesday and showered, then checked my email while having coffee. And of course, there it was from HotCorey@aol.com. Why did he have to use such an appropriate name?

'Georgie,

Good morning. Don't forget we're going to the gym after work. Bring the basics, but I already have a workout outfit for you. Oh, and bring the butt plug.

Corey'

Oh God, what is he gonna make me wear? And what does the butt plug have to do with a workout at the gym? I threw my gym bag in the back seat and drove to work.

He was so sweet all day. Greeted me nicely at the door, talked to me whenever our paths crossed. He didn't even make any of the old man cracks he seemed to enjoy making in front of the other employees.

A little before three, he passed by my desk.

"I'm gonna help you close up again today so nobody sees us leaving together. See how nice I am to you?"

"Yeah, right, why do I always sense an ulterior motive in these things?"

"You have a suspicious nature. You should learn to be more trusting, George."

"Trust you? I don't think so."

"Hey, you're the who seemed beyond trusting ever since I started here. I'm a good guy, really. You should trust me to do just what I say I'm gonna do. You're the one who can't be trusted."

"C'mon, Corey. All I've ever done is stare at you, admire you. How does that make me untrustworthy?"

"Because I didn't know you and never knew what you might do. I never felt safe for a moment around you. You were a threatening and sinister presence in my life."

"Shit, Corey, you tell me you're a nice guy but you've done all of these nasty things to me. I really am a nice guy. Ask any of my friends, gay or straight. Threatening or sinister is just not me."

"Whatever, but you fucked up and put yourself in my hands. And even though I really am a nice guy, I do like to have fun and you're providing me with a lot of fun."

After closing and everyone had left and we'd put everything away, he asked me a question.

"Do you want to get changed here or at the gym?"

"I don't see what difference it makes."

"Just to again show you how nice I am, I'll let you start to get ready here. Try this on."

He tossed a cock ring on my desk.

"I've got one just like that."

"Yeah, I know. It's yours. I grabbed it when I took out the poppers the other night."

"You stole my cock ring?"

"I didn't steal it. I just picked it out for you to use at an appropriate time."

"And you expect me to wear it to the gym?"

"You'd better believe it."

He was at the door when I came out of the bathroom with the cock ring on.

"Here's the part you're probably not going to like. But do I have to repeat it? You don't have a choice. Where's the butt plug?"

"Oh, you wouldn't. Not at the gym."

"Don't worry, it's just a little one and we're going to be wearing clothes. Speaking of which, I've got our gym clothes out in the car. I'll go out and get the bag. You can just hang around in here, all covered up by that nice ring. Be sure to let me back in."

Shit! A week ago I was on solid ground. I'll admit I was in a boring job but it was stable and life at work was stable. Now, my life is out of control. I have to do what this kid tells me. I never know what's coming next. I stood there naked in the middle of the bank, wearing a cock ring waiting for my twenty-one year old 'master' to summon me to the door. He knocked and I opened the door for him.

Corey

I'm not really sure of the physical possibilities of this, but I'll do whatever I have to to get Parker through it. I got out the plug and the KY and played with his ass a lot, with him bent over his desk, fingering his hole, constantly changing and combining fingers. Finally, I shoved the well-lubed plug into him. He let out a little yelp as the thickest part went in, but quickly adjusted.

"Okay, my boy, just to show you how fair I am, we're both wearing the same things to the gym. Unfortunately for you, they're all in my size, which may be a little snug on you."

"Oh, c'mon Corey, you obviously wear small and I wear medium, sometimes large."

"Well, you'll have to make do. We'll change at the gym."

We got to the gym and George led the way to the locker room. Just inside the door, I stopped him.

"Which way to the showers?"

He pointed to the left. I looked and saw a glass door and a shower stall on the other side.

"Okay, we'll take lockers at this end."

It was fun watching him get changed. In front, he had a shaved chest and crotch and cock ring. In back, he had the base of a black butt plug, clearly noticable between his cheeks if he bent over even slightly. He chose to keep his back to the lockers and face the room. My T-shirt was really snug on him. You could see his nipples clearly through the material. He really struggled with the shorts. They had an elastic waistband, but my waist is 29" and his is probably 32". The waistband was stretched to its limit as he tried to pull the shorts over his hips. He managed it, but it looked like they were painted on him. And considering he was wearing the cock ring, which swelled his dick a bit, the bulge in the shorts was positively obscene.

"I can't go into the gym looking like this, Corey. It's ridiculous."

"You look cute. A little like you're showing off and a bit desperate, but cute. Don't worry about it. Worry more about the seams of the shorts giving out. Maybe I snipped a few threads in the seams. That could be fun; to have the shorts break up and fall off of you in the middle of the gym."

"Tell me you didn't do that, Corey."

"You'll know when the workout is over, if you get through it. I assume, since you have so many years more experience than me, you'll lead me through the workout."

"If you want. Today, I'm doing chest. I'll run you through the routine."

First thing when we got upstairs to the gym, he signed us up for adjoining treadmills in an hour.

George

I felt so self-conscious in my skin-tight clothes, especially with such an obvious bulge in my crotch. But no one seemed to notice that much. People dress to impress at the gym. The few who paid attention to me were actually guys I always wanted to pay attention to me.

Corey really didn't know much about working out. We did a regular bench press and decline press on the same machine, using different benches. Four sets of 12 reps each, with stretching in between each set. Then the incline machine, finishing up with the pec fly. And lots of stretching and water throughout. He kept up pretty good, but couldn't handle the weight levels I could. And I helped him out a little when he couldn't finish a set.

After the workout, we were stuck for 30 minutes on treadmills next to each other, forced to make conversation, an awkward situation for both of us.

"You got to turn the tables on me for an hour, George. You were the boss. You really worked me and pushed me."

"I wasn't trying to do anything to you. I was just going through my usual routine."

'Maybe that's why you have the body you do at your age."

""C'mon, Corey, I'm not exactly ancient. I'm only 44."

"That sounds ancient to me. What did 44 sound like to you when you were 21?"

"Really old, I guess. Thirty sounded old when I was 21, though I never used age as a means to limit my friendship with others. Although I'll admit it was a sexual turn-off, on occasion."

"You see, you didn't like dirty old men either."

"No, I didn't. But I didn't attack them either. I just avoided them."

"Well, it isn't easy avoiding you in a bank our size."

"Oh come on, Corey, I know I look you over too much, but haven't I always treated you well in other respects?"

"You have, but you always made me feel like crap the way your eyes ate me up."

"I'm sorry. If I weren't so shy, I probably would have asked you out a long time ago and we could have dealt with things right away. But I am shy. I didn't know if you were gay. And I was afraid to ask."

"Looks like our time's up. Time to head for the showers, Mr. P."

Corey

Damn! I don't want to keep having these little personal moments with him. I've got to keep it public and impersonal or I can't keep this up. We went down to the locker room and undressed. Again, he kept his back to the lockers. I let him wrap his towel around his waist to go to the showers. I made sure we got showers opposite each other. That way, I could show my body off to him, play with myself and tease him. I spent forever scrubbing my pubes, soaping my dick and balls, pulling on my schlong, knowing he was watching and getting turned on. With one hand, I even played with my nipples. I felt like I was putting on a show and it began to get me excited. At one point, when I could see no one else was around who could see, I turned around, bent over, and showed him my ass. Then I slid a finger into my hole and finger fucked myself for a few seconds.

God, I love the fun I'm having with old Georgie. But I'm a bottom and I really want to be fucked. It's been months and I miss having a nice dick up my ass. And he's got a nice one. A little longer than average and nice and thick, just the way I like it. I've got to figure out someway to get that dick up my ass, yet still be the one in charge.

With him watching me finger myself at the end of the shower, he was rock-hard as we dried off, trying to cover that fact from those around us, which wasn't easy. He couldn't bend over with his back to the room or the butt plug would show. And his hardon wasn't going away in front as I continued to show off for him. I'd been nice on the way into the showers, letting him wear his towel around his waist, hiding his shaved pubes, and cock ring, and butt plug. But I came close to losing control in the showers and had to regain it. As we finished drying off, I noticed he was still almost completely hard, mostly because I kept bending and practically shoving my butt in his face. I grabbed his towel.

"Okay, Georgie. I'll take the towels. See you at the lockers."

I walked the length of the locker room and turned around. I knew the sight of my butt walking off would not help his dick to go down. I even wiggled it a bit, just to get to him. He walked out toward me, cock at full staff, cock ring around it. I wondered if the base of the butt plug was noticeable between his cheeks. He had given up, apparently. He didn't try to hide his hardon, just walked over with it bobbing back and forth in front of him. There were three other guys in our locker section, two of whom had set off my gaydar.

"Hey, Georgie, nice display. But I don't think you need the plug any more. Turn around and bend over."

He glanced at the other guys in panic, then did as I said. I reached down and gently pulled the plug from his ass as the others watched. I cleaned it off on his towel, gave him a slap on his ass that you could hear throughout the locker room and threw it into his bag.

"Good boy."

As we left the gym, I knew that he would have a hard time going back there. Too many guys had seen too much.

Next: Chapter 5


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