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.