Breeding at the Fitness Club—Chapter 5
I swung myself around quickly and squatted over his face. His tongue instantly found my hole and started sucking and licking at the cummy contents. He moaned with delight as he tasted his load and my fucked ass. I loved how piggy he was. Bending over, I swooped down and engulfed his semi-hard dick into my mouth and sucked it clean. Less than a minute later, my lips were on his ass lips, getting him ready for the fucking we both needed.
However, I remembered I still wanted to see him in action on those porn discs he'd made. I asked him to put on the first one where he was getting a massage. We watched it trying to duplicate what was happening on the television screen, but we weren't very successful. Each time we tried to replicate what he'd been doing, we got too close to my climax. In every position, we were able to sustain the action for less than a minute before we had to pull apart. As the scene rolled on, the masseur sat on his dick, took Marcus face to face, and then past the 15 minute mark, Marcus said, "This is near the end. We might be able to make it if we pace ourselves and go very slowly."
He moved to the edge of the bed and got onto all fours. I knelt behind him and ate his ass out. He tasted of strawberry and soap. His hands pulled my head harder into his ass and begged me to fuck him. I held off as long as I could, savoring the delicious, black bubble butt speared on my tongue. He pressed harder, forcing my face deeper between his muscular ass cheeks. I glanced at the screen to see how we were doing. Marcus was devouring the hard round ass and deep asshole of his fuck partner.
"I need you to fuck me, Mike! I gotta have it," he urged. "Please breed me!"
I resisted for another 30 seconds, but no longer. We were getting ahead of the movie, but I didn't care anymore. My dick was hard as steel and leaking profusely. If I waited any longer, I'd be spraying the edge of the bed instead of breeding him. Quickly, I stood behind him and pushed my hard, throbbing dick into his eager hole. He pushed back against me, swallowing more than half of my cum launcher.
"Your ass is so fine," I croaked. "I've never fucked anyone as hot with an ass as hungry as yours. That bubble butt begs for dick and cum. You must have had men wanting to fuck you all the time," I added thrusting deeply again and again.
"Once they saw my dick, their heels flew into the air," he laughed, grabbing my ass and pulling me harder into him each time I pumped into him. "Only a select few have ever tapped this butt." Again, I looked at the screen. The on-screen Marcus was pounding the guy who was stretched over the edge of the massage table, taking Marcus doggie style. I had to look away. It was too stimulating.
"I'm honored, but I'm also about to nutt," I grimaced. "Fuck, I can't hold back!"
"Nor would I want you to," he insisted as I pulled his ass hard against me and plowed as deeply as I could. I felt my dick jerk and pump out heavy sprays of dick gravy. Each time my dick throbbed, I knew more man juice was coursing into his eager butt. Drilling him as deeply as I could, I nutted and nutted into him. I lost control of most motor functions, but not my thrusting hips. The higher my climax climbed, the faster my hips pumped. Flailing on his back, I jetted more cream into him. My need to breed overwhelmed me.
"Geez! That was a huge fuck," I moaned as I caught my breath. "Where did that come from?"
"I needed it and you needed it, too, Mike. The more you fucked me, the more my ass sucked on your dick. I had to be bred," Marcus smiled. His hands held me hard against his ass. "I know I felt seven big jerks of nutt butter into me. I know there had to be more, because you kept pounding against my ass."
"Yeah, there was more," I agreed. "I hadn't pumped a load since you left this morning. I was walking around most of the afternoon with a woodie; and I so badly wanted to whack off a load. But, I knew you'd want it instead."
"Deliveries from your big dick are always welcome in my black ass," he smiled over his back. I kissed him again and ground my pubes into his hole, pushing my wilting dick into the pool of nutt gravy I'd just loaded into him. Marcus slowly pulled me down to the bed, my dick captive in his ass. His beautiful bubble butt ate my dick until it slipped out. Then, I pulled him back up to all fours and ate my nutt out of his ass. It still tasted of strawberry with heavy overtones of cum and ass. I could sure get used to this, I thought. The porn disc was just finishing the scene where Marcus had just sprayed a big jet of baby gravy in the guy's open asshole twice before he shoved his monstrous black dick back inside to finish his nutt. The scene moved on quickly to Marcus eating his load out of the masseur's ass.
"No wonder they called you back for another session," I laughed. "You were such a hot sex pig in this movie. Did you ever get fan mail?"
"A few months after the last film, all three had been released. That's when the fan letters started coming in. The production company would forward them to me in a packet. I may have gotten a hundred or so. But, then it dribbled off to one or so a week," Marcus revealed. "And you?"
"Nothing like you got," I said. "I got maybe 20 out of it. Some guys even sent me their pictures and a description of how they wanted me to fuck them."
"Yeah, I got the same. Some were extremely graphic, but I didn't take any of them up on their offers. However, I did respond to each letter."
"I didn't at first, but then I thought that was really rude of me, so I started responding to them, no matter how graphic or crude the letter might have been. Is the company still forwarding letters?"
"I haven't received any packets of mail from them in a few years now. I guess they went out of business. But, I have kept up correspondence with a few of my fans. However, now it is entirely by e-mail."
I pulled myself back up onto the bed and kissed him, sharing the load he'd so eagerly taken up his ass. "My ass sure tastes good," he grinned when we broke the kiss for a moment. "But, the taste of your nutt is what really makes me wanna get fucked again and again by you."
"Back at ya, Baby," I smiled.
"I've been thinking about working out at your gym tomorrow. I'm wondering if I should come in earlier, so I can spend more time with you later in the evening, if that's okay with you," he suggested.
"I like that idea. What time did you have in mind? I can always ask my last trainer to close up. He's used to it," I allowed.
"If I got there before 8 p.m., I'd be done no later than 10 p.m. Then, we can go back to my place or your place and make babies again," he offered.
"Most of the after-work crowd will be gone, so you shouldn't have to compete for equipment," I mused. "And I especially like the idea of leaving together afterwards to continue our attempts to make babies."
We talked about politics, cars, and our past relationships. It seemed we had similar tastes and experiences. Our politics were fairly liberal, exotic cars were a mutual fantasy (albeit impractical), and our past relationships had been short lived and universally bad. None of them lasted more than a month and ended with a combination of infidelity, lies, and drug abuse. We weren't totally blameless in every event, but we did learn a lot about ourselves and what we were willing to put up with. Both of us thought that we'd found "the one" relationship, but that was the sex talking, not life partner material. We didn't have anything in common with them other than the hot sex. My "one" was a sensational piggy bottom, but he would fuck with any guy with a hard dick. Marcus' "one" was a secret drug user, stealing from Marcus to support his habit. Marcus tried to get him into rehab, but couldn't convince the guy that he had a problem. So, he ended it.
"I'm not fond of being single, but I sure won't want to repeat the mistakes of the past," Marcus said. "I've really enjoyed our time together, especially because the sex is so piggy, but I don't want to rush into something that would hurt one or both of us."
"I'm about where you are," I agreed. "These last 48 hours have been the best sex of my life, but that isn't the best foundation for something more meaningful. Yeah, fuck buddies can be fun, but it seems that always ends up with one of us getting more into it than the other. I love having sex with men, because it is just that: sex. Getting it on many times like we have in a short period of time means more, but I'm not sure what."
"And guys that you've been doing at the gym off and on aren't in the same category?" Marcus challenged. "I'm not trying to put you on the spot, Mike. I just wanna know where the difference lies."
I had to pause a moment and think about his question. Just what was the difference? "The first difference is that I don't see them that often, maybe weekly at the most. Secondly, it is just a chance to pump a nutt. Most of them haven't shared their names or their situations, like are they married, single, have a boyfriend, whatever. That's not to say that I haven't invited a few home to fuck with, but again, nothing personal, just sex. What you and I have going is a lot more personal. We still don't know a lot about each other, but we've sure shared a lot of cum and something of ourselves. I've never told anyone that I've had sex with that I was in a porn flic. A few of my friends know, like my football buddy, Keith."
"Well, I sort of outted you on that while I outted myself," Marcus smiled. "I felt close enough to you that I could tell you that part of my past. I have no idea why I did, other than it was a comfort thing."
"Speaking of which, let's put on that second disc," I suggested. "Not that we need the inspiration," I added as I grabbed his dick with one hand and rubbed his hard bubble butt with the other. He kissed me, licked my ass, and then got up to switch the discs. Using the remote, he zoomed to the part where he was starring.
"The plot, for lack of a better term, deals with an escort service for men who prefer the company of other men," Marcus began. "I was the last one called by the service to escort' our best client. All charges for the services' were paid when the client made the appointment. Tips were encouraged, but not required. In this particular case, the client had already had the services of four of the services escorts'. I was the fifth and last one in this plot line. I certainly was the biggest guy with the biggest dick and they gave me an additional ten minutes in the scene. The director was thinking I'd be the best escort' of the group and should have more screen time."
The scene on the screen had already gone past where Marcus got the call, showered, changed clothes and had arrived at the home of the client. He'd been welcomed inside and was offered refreshments which Marcus took: a glass of wine. They were conversing when the client leaned in and kissed Marcus tenderly on the lips and used both hands to feel his extraordinarily broad shoulders and massive pecs. The pullover knit shirt Marcus was wearing emphasized his amazing physique. The client unzipped and began to push down Marcus' pants while Marcus pulled off his own shirt. Marcus stepped out of his pants as the client fell to his knees and sucked the monster black dick into his mouth.
"He was a good cocksucker," Marcus revealed, "and a very good bottom. The best part was that the previous four escorts had nutted up his butt, so when I turned him around to eat his ass, I could taste their creamy loads."
"You were a cum pig even then," I smiled. "Let's see what we can do about recreating this scene." I moved into doggie style position and let Marcus eat my ass just as the on-screen Marcus was doing to the client. The scene changed as the client pulled Marcus into the bedroom as the client shed all his clothes. Marcus went back to eating the guy's ass just like he was eating mine. He spent several minutes eating nutt from the client's asshole. He also sucked nutt from my hole. I was so in need of his dick that I heard myself begging for that monstrous butt ripper, but he ignored me and continued to get his cues from the video.
"Marcus, I gotta have more than your tongue in my ass. I need your big black dick up my butt. Please!" I begged again.
"When you're ready, not before," he smiled, glancing back at the screen again. The on-screen Marcus flipped the guy on to his back and moved up the client's body. The client's legs rested on the `escort's' shoulders as Marcus moved harder into him. The guy's knees were into his chest. Marcus leaned in and kissed him, his black dick stabbing at the guy's ass, but not yet penetrating. He did the same thing to me, but I couldn't allow that huge dick not to go up my butt. I grabbed it and pulled him into me. I sighed with pleasure. Whatever was happening on the screen didn't interest me now. All I wanted was for Marcus to fuck and breed me. The guy on the screen already got his several years ago.
Marcus smiled down at me and we kissed. His dick slid all the way in and he made it jerk, just so I'd know how deep he was. I smiled back at him and grabbed his ass to be sure he was buried completely. With my legs resting on his broad shoulders, I held him against my ass. He made his dick jerk again. I moved my ass so that I was fucking myself on his thick anal probe. Reaching between his legs, I massaged his heavy nut sack, hoping to get him to nutt in me sooner rather than later. He wasn't having any of that. He pulled away so that my hand couldn't reach his ball bag. If I used my hands to pull him back in, he'd just wait until I released one hard butt cheek and started to fondle his nuts. Then, he'd pull back again.
Sensing that I wasn't going to win that battle, I began using my ass muscles to stroke and suck on his long, thick, man-breeding dick. Again, he glanced at the screen. "We had to film this part three times because I kept nutting in the guy's ass and not spending enough time fucking him," he remembered. "There was about an hour between takes, but they did a pretty good job of splicing it all together so that it looks seamless. And you've got more moves that he did," he croaked out as he eyes squeezed shut. He held himself hard against my ass and pressed as deeply as possible. Any stimulation would send him over the edge.
I needed his nut badly. There was nothing he could do to stop me. My hands left his ass and gently twisted his nipples as my ass muscles squeezed his dick as hard as I could. Only a small amount of friction resulted, but that pushed him over the edge. I felt his dick jerk deep in my ass, a jerk that was much more prolonged and urgent than when he was demonstrating how deep he was. This was the beginning of a huge climax that would fill my ass with several heavy ropes of white cream. My ass hungered for his load. I wanted to be bred badly!
Marcus shuddered above me as each climax wave crested and crashed into him. His dick and hips pumped more and more sperm into me. I held on to his ass and urged him to fuck me harder and harder. I wanted every drop of nutt he had in those big nutts of his. He leaned in and kissed me passionately as his climax waned. His hips continued to thrust, but not as urgently as a moment ago. "Gawd, what a fuck!" he finally pronounced. He glanced over at the screen. I could hear the pounding the "client" was taking and how much he loved it. Marcus kissed me again and then said, "This goes on for a few more minutes, but I think you need to sit on my face unless you want me to flip you over and do an ass eating doggie style?"
Without saying anything, I rolled over on to my knees and waved my well-fucked ass at him. Now, I could see the television screen and how Marcus had pounded and then started to nutt up the guy's ass. He did pull out, but only briefly before he slammed his huge dick back up the gaping hole and continued to breed him. Marcus couldn't see what was going on, but he'd been there and had probably seen the disc many times. Besides, his piggy noises were drowning out anything that might have been said on the disc.
Eventually, the disc ended and Marcus crawled back up on the bed. He turned over on his back and beckoned me to sit on his face. I was eager to comply. Leaning over, I sucked his slowly deflating dick into my mouth, savoring the taste of his nutt and my ass. I could certainly get used to this, I thought.
A few minutes later, we separated and cuddled with his back toward me and my dick pressed between his bubble butt cheeks. I held him tightly against me. "That was sure a lot of fun. Those movies you made were amazingly good," I sighed.
"They were fun to make. And the third film was a surprise to me. I'd done the first two a week apart and thought I was done. But, the producer really liked me in the two that I'd made and decided to star me in the third one. That happened two weeks later," he revealed.
"I can see why he would have done that," I agreed, pushing my hardening dick deeper between his butt cheeks. "And you never bottomed for them?"
"Nope, never did," he replied. "The guy that was the client in the second movie spent that Saturday night with me and we fucked like rabbits. He also was in the third movie I made, but was one of several bottoms I fucked."
"You da man!" I laughed.
He laughed with me. "I thought I was getting a career with all this attention I was getting, but after that big starring role in the third one, nothing more happened. I was sure I'd be getting calls to come back, but nothing happened. Not a word."
"We'll just have to see how good you were," I said admiringly. "But, I think it's time for dinner." He'd told me that he bought a big take-and-bake pizza for us to which he'd added additional olives, artichoke hearts, and fresh tomatoes. "Let's get cleaned up and get that rolling."
Marcus strode naked into the kitchen and set the oven to warm up. He joined me in the shower afterwards, but we couldn't keep our hands off each other and wound up with me fucking and breeding him again. He said that he was fucking me as soon as dinner was over. "You'll be dessert," he smirked.
"I hope that means you'll eat me as well as fuck me," I responded.
"You have any order in mind?" he leered.
"Any order, any frequency, and as deeply as you can do it," I tossed back at him.
As we dried off, he nearly fucked me in the bathroom, seemingly unwilling to wait until after dinner. Despite his hard dick, he was able to control himself. I wasn't. I knelt in front of him and gave him the blowjob of his life. He tried to pull away, but I was determined and successful. It was even better than the load he'd delivered down my throat at the fitness club on Friday night. I thought it was sweeter and more plentiful, despite the number of times he'd nutted since Friday and the desert of climaxes he'd had before Friday.
"You did that on purpose so I wouldn't fuck you after dinner," he finally said, pulling his slowly wilting dick from my cummy mouth.
I laughed. "Not a chance," I countered. "I know your ability to get it up and pump out a load at any stimulation. There's no way you won't be able to eat my ass and breed me after we have our pizza and salad."
"Maybe," he allowed.
"Horseshit!" I laughed. "I know you'll be up for it," I added squeezing his dick and licking up a stray dribble of his creamy nutt.
When we finished as much pizza as we wanted, he packed up the rest of it and put it in the refrigerator. I rinsed off the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Marcus moved in behind me and rubbed his crotch against my ass. I could feel his thickening dick through the fabric of our pants. I leaned over the sink. He pulled off my shirt, pulled down my pants, spread my butt cheeks with his hands and ate my hole out. "Delicious!" he whispered around my ass cheeks. In less than a minute, his dick had slithered up my ass and I was being plowed slowly and deeply. He turned my head and kissed me, sharing the taste of my ass and a lingering aroma of his last load. "Your ass is so hot," he breathed.
"And your dick is so huge," I replied. "I still marvel at how easily I seem to be able to take something that monstrous up my butt. You do bring out the slut in me."
"I think you mean the bottom slut, not just slut," he corrected. "You've been something of a top slut at your fitness club, I'll bet."
"Guilty," I admitted. "But, it seldom is bareback like we do."
"That is very special for me, too," Marcus replied. "I'm sure that I've bred fewer than a dozen men in my entire life." My silence confirmed that I'd done many more. Marcus nuzzled my neck not seeming to care if I'd been topping more bareback men than he had. His hips thrusts continued their long descents and withdrawals. He maintained a relatively slow pace, trying to savor the pleasure my ass tunnel was giving him. I did my best to not massage his dick with my ass muscles, but I couldn't hold back much longer. My need to be bred was overwhelming my need to prolong his pleasure.
His pace picked up slowly. I started to stroke my hard dick, but quickly stopped. It was already leaking profusely. If I gave it any more strokes, I'd be painting the kitchen cabinets in front of me with my special "whitewash." Quickly, I searched the counter for a container. I knew my hand wouldn't hold all the nutt I was going to spray. I spotted a juice glass and grabbed it. Shoving my dickhead into the open end of the glass, I shuddered at the contact with the rim of the glass. Marcus continued to plow me, hitting my prostate savagely with each thrust and withdrawal.
With deep, fast thrusts, he was approaching a shattering climax. As his climax built, his big arms wrapped around my chest, pinning my arms. He thrust hard into me, lifting me off my feet. My pinned arms did allow my hands to hold the juice glass with one hand and aim with the other. A guttural roar escaped his lips as I felt his dick jerk deep in my ass tunnel. My dick joined in the release of baby batter. I heard a very wet splash, followed rapidly by several more. I couldn't tell how much I was depositing into the glass, but each time my dick jerked, it hit the inside of the glass making delicious contact.
Marcus held me off the floor, his hips making small pumps into me as more climax waves crashed over him. More of his dick gravy sprayed up my ass, loading me with another of his huge nutts. My free hand stroked my shooting dick to get the maximum pleasure and the maximum amount of cum into the glass. Between his big dick filling my ass and my own climax, I hit the pinnacle of pleasure.
He finally relaxed enough to return my feet to the floor and relax his grip around my chest. I felt more shudders from him as the last remnants of his climax subsided.
"Gawd! What a fuck!" he finally breathed. "You seem to get better and better at being a bottom for me."
"Only because you're so damned good as a top," I replied. His thrusts ceased and he slowly withdrew his ass wrecker. I turned around and held the half-filled juice glass out to him. "This is for you," I smiled, and fell to me knees to suck and lick cum from his slowly deflating dick. His dick always tasted good when it had been in my ass and was heavily smeared with his creamy nutt. I heard his smacking lips and a sign of delight as he drank my sperm from the juice glass.
"I knew you came a lot, but I didn't have any idea how much," Marcus said as I continued to nurse on his dick. "You sure pump out a lot of baby batter."
"Mostly your fault," I said when I finished cleaning off his dick. "You made me shoot that load, because of how your horse dick was hitting my prostate. I had no choice."
"I still like it better when it has been up my ass, though," he leered. He sprayed a little water in the glass to get all the creamy cum out of it and drank the rest. The glass was empty and not coated with cum anymore.
I laughed at his crudity. "Back at ya, Baby," I smiled.
He turned me around and pushed me over, so that he could eat my ass out. I spread my butt cheeks with my hands and let him at it. He made the best piggy sounds I'd ever heard. Marcus does love eating butt, and especially likes it when he's already seeded it. When he finished for the moment, he asked, "Wanna watch some television or get started on the third disc?"
"Let's save the third disc for another time," I suggested. "Somehow, I think we could use the rest, so we can recharge our nuts."
"Okay with me," he agreed. "I've recorded some programs this weekend. Let's see what's out there." We did sit through a couple of programs, but we talked more than we watched. I noticed that he had the same penchant for re-writing the dialogue and scenes as the action unfolded as much as I did. That was especially true when there was bad acting or weak plot lines. We killed off several stars, and their demises were always well deserved and comical. Marcus concluded that we should write for Hollywood. I pointed out that our plots would never make it. We nearly always killed off the hero. There were exceptions. If the guy was particularly hot, his girlfriend would be a boyfriend instead and they'd spend a lot of time in bed or fucking or sucking out in public places. Let's face it: we were writing plot lines for porno movies. We certainly couldn't do any worse than the hacks who were writing for porn movies now.
By 11:00 p.m., we were ready for bed and some additional hot sex. There was a great deal of face sitting and butt fucking. I don't recall if anyone got a blowjob, except after the dick had nutted up an ass. That was more of a cleaning job.
The next evening, we met at my fitness club a little before 8 p.m. "Damn, you look good tonight!" Marcus whispered as he checked in. "Let's go fuck."
I laughed. "You seem to be mega horned up, Marcus," I replied. "I could use a rinse in the showers before we begin our workout," I suggested.
He smiled at me and hurried into the locker room. Shedding our clothes, we could barely keep our hands off each other. If it hadn't been for all the other men in there, we'd have fucked on one of the benches. As it was, we hit the shower room quickly. We shared a cubicle with the shower curtain drawn closed. Marcus fell to his knees and sucked me deeply into his mouth. Less than a minute later, he'd turned around and speared himself on my hard dick. I grabbed him around the waist and plunged as deeply as my big, long dick would go. He groaned with pleasure. I'm sure anyone within 30 feet had heard him and knew exactly what was going on. The fitness club did have a large gay clientele, after all.
I pounded his bubble butt, slamming every inch of dick I had into his hole. The brief blowjob had taken me right on the edge. His eager ass was massaging my dick as I thrust faster and faster into him. In a matter of seconds, it was all over. My thick dick jerked and sprayed huge wads of nutt into him. I couldn't have held back if I'd wanted to. And he certainly didn't want me to, either. He needed to get fucked and bred as much as I needed to unload my overflowing nuts. Volley after volley of my warm sperm coursed into him. His greedy butt hungrily drank in every drop. I continued to hold him closely as my hips ground in the last half inch of dick and last dribbles of cum.
My right hand found his hard dick and jacked as I finished my climax. He slapped my hand away and whispered, "This nutt is goin' up your ass, Mike."
I pulled out and turned around. Marcus spit on my hole, stood up, and crammed his black post into my willing butthole. As he hit bottom, I heard him grunt. I felt his dick jerk hard inside me. If he wasn't nutting up inside me, he was within seconds of breeding me. With a hard thrust, his body spasmed and pumped hard. Warm baby batter sprayed deeply into me. Wave after wave of cream filled me up as he pounded my hole. He moaned with mounting pleasure as more of his man juice jetted into my ass. He held me tightly; making sure his dick was completely buried as he bred me again.
When he finally withdrew, he knelt and ate my ass out. It was my turn to moan with pleasure now. His tongue up my butt always made me happy. I pulled away after a few moments and turned him around, returning the favor with my tongue up his hole, eating out my cream. We'd been apart for only 12 hours, but our production of sperm and the need to bred made it seem like we'd been days without a climax.
We grabbed our towels and dried off. More than one man smiled and winked at us, knowing full well what we'd just been doing. They may not have known we were fucking, but they certainly knew we had both nutted. I was a little embarrassed, but Marcus was very embarrassed. "We gotta be quieter or not fuck around at the gym," Marcus whispered to me as we put our workout clothes on.
"I sorta thought our reputations could use the advertising," I smirked. He frowned darkly. "Okay, maybe not. But, it was our first time in public, so we got a little carried away. We'll just be more thoughtful in the future."
"Well, it was mostly me that was so damned noisy," he admitted. "If I start doing that again, just clamp a hand over my mouth, would ya?" I nodded, but wasn't sure that I could if I were caught up in the moment like we'd just demonstrated in the showers a moment ago.
When we returned to the exercise floor, Marcus began his intense workout on chest, shoulders, and arms. I spotted him when he needed it, but otherwise did my own series of exercises and weights. We paused after an hour and hit the elliptical walkers. After 30 minutes there, we went back for our final workout on today's body parts.
I was spotting Marcus on the bench press when he quietly asked, "Who is that amazing guy over there with the incredible blue eyes and hot body?"
I glanced in the direction his eyes pointed. "Oh, that's Mercer," I said. "He's kinda quiet, but loves to get fucked. He has a boyfriend though. And he has a really fat dick that his boyfriend takes up the ass all the time. But, the boyfriend is a major bottom, so Mercer doesn't ever get his ass worked over, except here and maybe at the bookstores or the baths."
"He's sure been giving me the eye," Marcus revealed.
"That's because he wants you to fuck him. Your shorts aren't exactly hiding your huge dick. And when you stand up, it shows very well. Am I inspiring you?" I laughed softly.
"You always inspire me. I gotta wear a tighter jock," he allowed.
"I don't think so. I like checking out your package," I leered at him. "It was flopping pretty good when you were on the walker."
"That's because I kept checking out your ass," he smiled. "As soon as we get done with these sets, I'm gonna breed that ass again. But, if I don't stop thinking about busting a nutt in that ass, I'm gonna pump this load into my shorts." I checked out his crotch. It was noticeably bigger than before.
He stood up so I could take a turn on the bench press. His crotch bulge was very close to obscene, but I didn't care. I glanced over at Mercer before I leaned back on the bench and saw his eyes bulge and his crotch throb. He licked his lips and stared unabashedly at Marcus. I saw Marcus glance over at Mercer and saw him smile. His bulging crotch rested on the bar over my head. He rubbed it against the metal and I saw it jerk and jump in his shorts. "You'd better be careful before you nutt in my face," I cautioned.
"Yeah, uh, sorry," he smiled down at me and helped me with my last set. With an additional exercise out of the way, we checked out Mercer again before heading to the locker room. Clearly, he was interested. "You have a history with Mercer?" Marcus asked.
"I wouldn't call it a history," I dodged. "More of a casual fuck buddy thing when his boyfriend isn't around or he needs to get fucked. I doubt if we've had sex more than a half dozen times, and then each time was separated by weeks."
"You think he might wanna fuck with both of us?" he wondered aloud as we undressed and headed for the showers.
"The way he was looking at you, I know he wants to get fucked by you," I smiled. "As far as I know, he's never done a three-way though."
"Well, I know one thing for sure," he added, taking his towel away from his waist, "if I don't fuck you in the next minute, I'll nutt all over the floor."
"We can't let that happen now, can we?" I grinned.
We rinsed quickly and nearly ran into the steam room, our towels strategically placed to cover up our very hard dicks. Inside the steam room, I bent over and offered up my ass. Marcus greedily ate my asshole out for about a minute before he stood up and plugged in. He slid in easily because of the heavy load of nutt that he'd sprayed in a couple hours ago. He slowly fucked me, trying very hard to not nutt. I did my best to keep my ass muscles from stroking him. But, this wouldn't last much longer.
I looked up and saw Mercer approaching the glass door of the steam room. "Mercer's coming in," I announced. "You want him to join us?"