The following contains material of an adult nature, specifically consensual sexual contact between men. If you do not wish to be exposed to such material, or are legally prohibited from doing so, DO NOT PROCEED. Certain acts depicted do not conform to safe-sex guidelines. The first part of this story takes place in the late seventies, before the AIDS epidemic, and should be viewed from that perspective. I should state that all the opinions expressed in the following chapter are strictly my own and are not meant to represent, or, claim to be widely held by, the gay community at large. I am expressing my opinion only.
Tales from the Weight Room by K.W. Bennett
Chapter 4: Ian
I returned to the living room to find Jordan seated in the easy chair and Dan reclined on the couch. They both seemed lost in thought. To break the silence I said,
"Looks like I interrupted a therapy session. Will he make it Doc? Or is he hopelessly insane?"
They laughed and Jordan said,
"Not hopeless, but definitely insane."
"Thanks!" said Dan.
We all laughed, then Dan sat up and I settled onto the couch next to him.
"Well? Have you guys talked it over?"
"Yeah.", said Dan.
"And.?"
"We've decided to try it out."
"Meaning?"
"I guess I was concerned that you didn't want to commit to me cause you really liked Jordan. I thought the whole thing was your way of letting me down easy."
"Dan, I love you." "I know. It's just that what you were proposing didn't sink in until Jordy explained it to me. When you were talking, all I could think about was how much I care about you, and how I didn't want to lose you. After you left, when the words were coming from Jordan, they started to make more sense."
"I see. Well, just to make sure we're all on the same wavelength, tell me what you understand."
"You're proposing our relationship should be made up of three people instead of two."
"Right."
"You and me will be together cause we're in love, and Jordy gets to join in cause we both like him and he likes us."
"And cause I'm not lookin' for a real boyfriend.", added Jordan.
"Yeah.", said Dan.
"And if you fool around with Jordy, or I do?" I said.
"It's OK cause we're all in this together."
"And you're cool with that?"
"Sure. I know I can't guarantee I'll never mess around with Jordy again, and I agree that if I do I shouldn't feel guilty about it. I also realize that by bringing the two of you together, it wouldn't be fair to make it a one-shot deal, and if there's a chance I'll mess around with him, you might too."
"And how do you see that happening?", I asked.
"At first I thought it might be just some situation where you or me were alone with him, but just before you came back I realized that's really not fair to him. If he's a part of the relationship, he should have some control."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, if he has to sit around waitin' for one of us to make the first move, he might as well be single again. If we want a trio, we all have to be able to have a say in what goes on. That means if we're horny we can ask one of the others to help us out, if we're lonely we can call someone to cheer us up. It's like a team. They help one another out off the field as well as on. When we're together we're on the field, but it won't be like that all the time. There'll probably be times when we all can't get together, or maybe we might just need some one-on-one, and we should be able to help one another out without feelin' guilty about it."
"You really have thought this through.", I said.
"Well, after Jordy explained it to me, I started to see the advantages."
"Good. But remember, this is all new to us, so there are bound to be conflicts."
"I figure we can handle it. The important thing is to be open about everything. If you fool around with Jordy, it'll be OK to tell me about it and vice-versa. We have to agree not to keep secrets from one another. What happens to one of us, happens to all of us. Sorta like the Three Musketeers."
Jordan and I laughed.
"That's so corny.", said Jordan. "More like the Three Stooges."
"Speak for yourself, turkey.", I said. "I'd rather think of myself as Porthos, than Curly."
"Whatever." Dan said, "The point is we have to learn to think differently than we did before."
Jordan and I nodded our heads. Dan got up and opened the robe.
"Now that that's settled, let's fuck!"
We all laughed, then Dan settled back onto the couch and lit a cigarette. We smoked in silence, and after a few moments, Jordan got up and left the room. Dan was resting his head on my chest, and I was idly stroking his hair with my fingers.
Jordan did not return and we began to wonder where he was. Suddenly we heard the whining of the vibrator and both laughed.
"Hey! Wait for us!" I yelled
"Yeah ya fucking dildo pig! It's my turn to get fucked!" yelled Dan.
We raced into the bedroom, discarding our clothes on the way.
We spent the rest of the weekend getting to know one another better, interspersed with bouts of hot sex.
Jordan drove Dan home on Sunday night, and as we parted, we agreed to meet in the weight room the next day.
I spent the remainder of the evening erasing all traces of the weekend's activities, and when my mother and sisters arrived home I was asleep in the easy chair with a copy of Dickens's Pickwick Papers on my lap.
"Looks like you had another thrilling weekend, son." my mother said.
"I've had worse." I replied.
"Bet you wish you had better!" said my youngest sister, Tracy.
"I can't think of a better way to spend my time than what I've been doing." I retorted.
"Yeah, but look at you. Everyone else is out having fun, and you've been cooped up here reading. Reading! Don't you get enough of that during the week?"
"I like reading. Maybe if you did it more often you wouldn't be going to summer school every year."
Mom put her hand on Tracy's shoulder.
"He's got a point honey. But I wish you'd make some friends who like to go out and enjoy themselves Keith. It's not healthy to be cooped up all the time."
"As a matter of fact Mother, I didn't spend the whole weekend by myself. Two of the guys I work out with dropped by and we goofed around."
"Well that's nice dear. Will we get to meet them sometime?"
"I have a feeling you'll be seeing quite a bit of them from now on."
"That's good. Well I'm exhausted. I'll see you in the morning."
Mom left the room and my sisters followed, throwing dirty looks at me as they headed for their rooms.
I just smiled, and went back to reading my book.
The next morning I got up early and made breakfast, then left before anyone was awake.
The walk up the hill was pleasant. The sun was just coming up, and the dew was still on the grass. It wasn't cold, so I had left my jacket at the house.
When I arrived at the school I headed for the Student Council office, and was surprised to find my Social Convener, Ian already in the room.
Ian was my age, and his looks were a contrast to his quiet demeanor. He was six feet tall, with red hair and green eyes. He was built like a football player, and was known to work out in the weight room when no- one was there. He didn't belong to any sports teams, and was a member of most of the clubs I was involved with.
We chummed around together, but I couldn't honestly call him a friend. I didn't know much about him outside school, and the only time we spent alone was in the office, where we were always occupied with Council business.
Ian tended to behave very nervously when we were alone together, and I wasn't surprised when he jumped like a scared cat after I opened the door.
"Ian. I didn't expect to find you here this early."
"H-H-H-Hi Keith. I j-j-j-just came in to f-f-f-finish the details for the film festival next week."
I had forgotten we were planning a week long tribute to films with a high school theme. It was Ian's brain-child, and he was responsible for booking the films from a local distributor.
I made a mental note to mention it to Dan and Jordan. I could easily run the projector, and we could watch the films from the projection booth.
"K-K-K-Keith?"
"Yeah Ian?"
"Ar-ar-ar-are y-y-y-you g-g-g-goin' to the festival?"
"Of course. I'm the prez. I have to go. Why?"
"W-w-w-well, I was thinkin' you might like to hang out with m-m-m-me. I g-g-gotta run the projector, and the sound is so much better in the booth."
"Actually Ian, I was thinking of inviting a couple of friends to the booth and running the projector myself."
"F-f-f-f-friends? Who?"
"Do you know Dan and Jordan?"
"F-f-f-from the weight r-r-r-r-room?"
"Yeah. Hey Ian?"
"Y-y-y-yes?"
"How come every time we're alone you start to stutter? I never hear it when we're with other people. Do I make you nervous or somethin'?"
Ian turned a bright shade of red, and began to draw sharp breaths. I became alarmed and took his shoulders in my hands.
I could feel that his muscles were all tensed up, and realized he was better built than he appeared.
Without warning, he threw his arms around my waist and pulled me to his chest. He moved his arms around my neck and, to my surprise, he kissed me!
At first I was too stunned to respond, but when I felt his pecs rubbing against my chest I lost control and returned the kiss with passion.
We embraced for a few moments, then Ian tore himself away.
"I-I-I-I'm sooo s-s-s-sorry! I couldn't help it!"
"Hey man. It's OK. In case you didn't notice I didn't push you away. What brought that on?"
Ian sat down heavily in a chair and put his hands to his head.
"I don't know! I guess I always wanted to do that, and when you touched me I couldn't help it. I-I-I-I g-g-guess you hate me now!"
"No. Quite the contrary in fact."
"Wh-Wh-What?"
"Tell me something. What exactly do you feel about me, and what do you want to do about it?"
"W-w-w-well. Ever since I joined the SAC..Hell! I joined the Council so I could be closer to you. I've always known I liked guys, but I'm afraid of what'll happen if anyone finds out. I was able to handle it till I met you.
I don't understand it, but when I first joined the Library Club I was drawn to you. I can't explain it. I just knew I wanted to be around you, and when I was I felt better." "Then why the stutter?"
"I've always been afraid I'll slip and you'll find out I'm queer. I didn't want you to hate me, so I've always been nervous whenever we're alone."
I took Ian's hands from his face and pulled him up into an embrace.
He pulled me tightly to him and began sobbing.
"Y-y-y-you d-d-d-don't hate me? Y-y-y-you're not gonna punch my lights out?"
I moved the weeping boy to arms length, but kept my hands on his hips.
"Ian, Ian, Ian. You couldn't have known, but I'm gay too. It took a lot of guts to make that first move, and I'm glad you did."
Ian looked confused at first, but when the import of what I had told him sunk in he, looked relieved and happy.
"So you l-l-l-like m-m-m-me t-t-t-too?"
"I could do without the stammer, but yeah, I do."
Ian made a conscious effort to relax, and said,
"So what's next?"
"Well, if this had happened last week, I'd probably be ravishing you right here on the desk. But a lot of things have happened in the last couple of days and I'm not free to act. I just got into a relationship, and I have to find out if it's OK."
Ian looked crestfallen.
"You have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, you could say that. We have a somewhat unique relationship. Don't look so glum. Tell you what. Come to the weight room this afternoon when you're classes are done. I'm gonna see him later, and I'll talk to him about it."
"But if you're goin' with him, how can you have anything to do with me?"
"It's not that simple, and it would take too long to explain. Sorry to make you wait, but I don't think you have anything to worry about. Are you cool with me telling him about you?"
"Sure, I already feel better cause you know. If your telling him gives me a shot at fulfilling what I've always wanted, it won't matter if he knows."
"Cool! Now, let's finish up what we came here to do."
Ian returned to his work, and I pulled the file I was looking for. I put it in my briefcase and moved to the door. I turned and said,
"I gotta take off now. I'll see you after school."
"Shit Keith! We've got Library Club after school!"
"No sweat! You go and tell Crippen we've got some SAC business and then meet me in the weight room."
"OK. See you later."
"Bye."
I left the office and headed for the cafeteria to get my first coffee of the day.
My first two periods dragged by, then it was time for Phys-ed.
I wasn't able to participate in regular classes, because my knees were in bad shape. I had been diagnosed with Osgoode-Slater's disease, a condition brought on by the tendons exerting too much pull on the still forming bones of my knees.
When it was first diagnosed, I had hoped to get a spare, but my teacher argued against it and assigned me to the weight room. I was pissed, but in retrospect I was glad he did.
Dan was in the locker room when I arrived, and he smiled at me as I moved to the locker beside him.
We were in a secluded area of the change room, and he flashed his dick at me and leered.
"Hey stud!" he whispered.
I looked around and made sure we were alone, then I gave him a quick kiss.
"Missed you."
We finished changing and, after retrieving the Universal keys from the teacher, headed for the weight room.
Our school had just completed major renovations, and had replaced the free weights with a bran' spankin' new Universal gym. The free weights were available, and the die-hard muscle boys still used them, but they were kept in a closet and everyone just got into the habit of using the machine during the day.
The weight room was located over the gymnasium, and had windows overlooking the court. From the floor, only the top of the Universal machine could be seen, but after a few complaints from the girl's gym teachers about the distraction of muscle boys watching their classes, the windows were replaced with mirrored glass. We could still see out, but no-one could see in.
When they announced the change, I thought it would be the other way around, but I came to be grateful for the bureaucratic blunder.
There was a rumor circulating about football team jack-off sessions and the girl's volleyball team, but the school rule about more than four students in the room requiring teacher supervision made that impossible.
Dan told me about finding a guy jerking-off watching one of the girl's classes, but that was the extent of it.
There were two doors to the room. One led to the stairs, and the other opened onto a corridor leading to another room where the gymnastics club held their practices. This room was lined with padded mats, and was the same size as the weight room.
There was a door in the middle of the corridor that led to the "press booth" a little room overlooking the gym which contained the scoreboard and stereo controls.
The weight room was L-shaped, the short arm of the 'L' was lined with mirrors. There were parallel bars and a chin bar there, but still enough room for practicing poses. A couple of the guys had entered Junior body- building competitions, and Jordan had placed in the top three at the last one.
Dan and I entered the room, and checked to make sure no-one was around. This became a ritual whenever we were up there.
First we checked the corridor and the doors, then we made sure there was no-one hiding in the weight closet.
It might seem paranoid, but a lot of the guys had warped senses of humor and were capable of hiding and jumping out when you got into your first routine.
Once we were sure we were alone, we grabbed one another and kissed. Dan crushed me to his body, and our cocks rubbed together through our shorts.
I stepped back and pulled Dan's shorts and jockstrap down around his knees. I knelt down and gobbled his dick, slurping and sucking the shaft, then cramming as much as I could into my mouth. Dan's knees buckled, and he gasped.
"Slow down there, Loverboy. I'll cum in a second if you keep that up."
I popped his prick out of my mouth and said,
"So cum. We've got seventy minutes and I know from experience it doesn't take you too long to get back up again!"
I started sucking his cock again, and moments later he was panting and moaning.
"Nuh-nuh-nuh-n-I'mmmm gonna cum! I'm gonuhhhh CUMMMMMM!!!"
In one motion, I twisted around, bent my head backwards, and swallowed his love muscle down to the pubes. I could feel his load shooting down my throat and I swallowed furiously.
His jism came pouring out too fast for me to swallow it all. It backed up and dribbled out from the sides of my mouth and onto my chest, soaking my shirt with saliva and cum.
Dan pulled his cock out of my mouth and fell to his knees. He took my head in his hands, and licked his cum off my chin.
"Baby did I need that! I've been dreamin' of your hot mouth since I left your place last night!"
I wiped the remaining jizz from my face and replied,
"I haven't thought about anything except your monster prick down my throat. Shit! That was great."
Dan stood up and pulled me to my feet. He guided me to the bench press station of the machine and, after pulling my shorts off, bent me over the handle bars.
"Now it's your turn, Teddy Bear!"
He lay down on the bench under me, and took my balls in his mouth. First one, then the other. Back and forth until he managed to get them both in. His tongue slithered around my ball sack as he gently chewed on my scrotum.
The sensation drove me mad with pleasure and I began to grunt softly.
Dan released my nuts, and began licking the head of my cock. He reached up with his hands and began to knead my butt cheeks.
He licked the length of my shaft, gave my balls a little lick, then moved his mouth to my pucker and began one of his spectacular rim-jobs.
He teased my hole with his tongue, then pushed it into the rosebud. I almost came right then, but sensing my immanent load, Dan pulled away and stood up behind me.
His prick was rock hard again, and he began humping my ass crack with the swollen member.
He reached around and began shagging my cock with one hand and stroking my furry belly with the other, all the time whispering in my ear.
"I'm gonna make you cum, stud boy. Yeah, that's it, hump my hand. Fuck it! FUCK it! I know you're ready. I know you wanna. Gimme that hot juice. Slick my hand up real good. That's it. That's it! Shootit-shootit- SHOOTIT!!"
I reached the edge and ropes of spooge flew from my cock to splatter on the weight bars and dribble onto Dan's hand. I let out a low moan and collapsed back onto the bench.
Dan held his cum-drenched hand to my mouth, and I licked some of my load off his fingers. He brought the hand back to his own mouth and licked off what was left.
I turned around on the bench and put my legs over his, grinding my limp dick into his hard one. I leaned back against the handlebars, and said,
"I must be living right to deserve a hot n' humpy stud like you! It's never the same twice, but it's always hot."
"Right back at ya lover. I'm not a religious man, but I thank God I found you."
We chuckled and put our heads together. Dan began to hump my swelling prick, but I put my hand on his chest and said,
"I need to talk to you about something. By the way, where's Jordan?"
"He had to take his Mom to the doctor. Told me to tell you he was sorry but he'd see us tonight. What's up?"
"OK. Do you know Ian?"
"Cute kid? Works with you on the SAC? Red hair, pale skin?"
"That's him. I ran into him this morning in the office.."
I outlined what happened, and asked Dan if it would be OK with him for me to give Ian what he wanted. Dan sat back and scratched his head.
"If you'd asked me that before this weekend I would've been jealous as all hell, but I've had a lot of time to think about what we agreed to and I think this falls under the category of 'harmless sex'. I know if I told you not to, you wouldn't, and I don't feel threatened by the kid. Sure, give him the royal treatment. Hell! It took a lot of guts for me to spill the beans to you, I never would've figured that guy'd have the balls."
"Thanks Dan. I'd had second thoughts about it, and almost decided to cancel, but if you're sure about it being OK."
"Sure I'm sure. We've all lived through that 'I'm the only one, there must be something wrong with me' phase. It'd be cruel not to do it, now that he's found out he's not alone. Tell you what. Jordy's comin' here about six- thirty to work on his back, why don't you and the kid hang around here after you're done. I'll swing by about seven, and we'll all grab a bite to eat when Jordy's through."
"Sounds like a plan, Stan."
"Cool. You bring your watch?"
"Yeah, it's in my shorts."
"Well, let's find out how long we have left, cause I'd sure like you to fuck me!"
"Isn't that kinda dangerous?"
"Nah! Haven't you noticed the door to the stairs makes an awful racket when you open it? Jordy n' me timed it one day. There's enough time to throw your shorts on and grab some dumb-bells before anyone can make it up the stairs."
"You guys think of everything!"
"Hey, we might be big, but we wouldn't stand a chance against a crowd of goons if they decided to kick the shit out of us for bein' queer. Better safe than sorry!"
"I see your point!"
"I even keep a screwdriver in my gym bag just in case one of the janitors decides to fix it."
"Were you a Boy Scout in another life? Talk about being prepared!" I fished my watch out of my pocket. "We've got half an hour left."
"Bonus!"
Dan reached into his gym bag and pulled out a small tube.
"What's that?"
"KY jelly. It's what the doctors use when they stick their finger up your butt to check your prostate. It's slicker than Vaseline, and it washes off quicker."
"You should get some kind of merit badge for this!"
"I will. Seven or so inches long and you're gonna pin it on me, or should I say, in me!"
We laughed, then Dan lay down on the mat under the parallel bars and began to lube up his asshole.
He handed the tube to me and I slathered up my cock, then positioned myself between his legs.
Dan pushed his feet against the bars and I started inching my prick into his slicked up hole. There was very little resistance, and in no time I was buried in him up to my pubes.
I began thrusting slowly, letting him get used to the intrusion, and soon he was pushing his ass onto my cock and begging for more.
"Ram it in me! C'mon you furry beast! Make me feel it! All the way! YEAHGuh-guh-guhgood! Soooo thick! So fuck-uck-ucking great! Harder! HARDER! Jam it up there! Don't Stop! Keep it up! Keep it up! Oh baby!"
I grabbed his bobbing prick and shagged it with my greasy hand. I reached up and wrapped my free hand around one of the bars, lifting myself into a crouching position.
Dan shifted until his butt was completely off the ground, and I was thrusting downwards. I couldn't move enough to pull out very far, but the downward thrusts went deep into his hole, causing him to grunt in ecstasy.
I looked to my right and could see all the action in the mirrors. The Doppler Effect made it seem as if there were hundreds of progressively smaller Keith and Dan's humping in unison.
I was so turned on, I couldn't hold back my orgasm.
"Omigod. Omigod! I'm cumming! I-I-I-I-I-I'm cuh-cuh-CUH-CUH- CUMMMMMINGGGGG!!!!"
I shot my wad deep into his ass and as the last throbbing spurt left my body I could feel Dan tense up.
"Here it comes. It's-it's-it's coming! Uh-uh-uh-uh-UH-UH- AAAAAARGH-GUH-GU-GUFUCK-FUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!"
Thick ropes of cum spurted from Dan's cock and flew over his head to land on the mat. One. Two. Three. The fourth landed on his chin, the fifth on his stomach. His cock continued to throb and a stream of cum flowed down past his balls into his crack and dribbled onto the mat beneath him.
Dan lay back spent, and I lowered myself on top of him.
After a moment he said,
"It just keeps getting better and better. We should get cleaned up, the period's probably almost over."
Dan pulled a roll of paper towels from his gym bag and we wiped the spooge from the machine and the mats before it had a chance to dry completely. My shirt was a mess, so Dan rolled it up and stowed it in his bag. He gave me a spare shirt of his to tuck loosely into my shorts, creating the illusion I had taken it off during the work-out.
We gave the room another inspection and, after a quick kiss, headed down the stairs to the change room.
I had my lunch period after Phys-ed, but Dan had a class so we parted outside the locker room.
I watched him walk away, then turned my thoughts to my rendezvous with Ian and what might be the best way to proceed.
End of Part Four.
Coming Soon: Crazy Little Fascinatin' Ian.
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