Dog Pound Daze, part 3 by lennoxbear@aol.com
The following is continuation of characters presented in Feelings of Security and To Folsum and Beyond.
NOTE: This story includes references and descriptions to gay, male to male sex, if such matters offend you, please exit. Also, actions of a sexual nature occur in this story which are not a statement supporting unsafe sexual practices, this is a work of fiction and fantasy.
Bill and Steve were waiting for Tom when he got home from the gym. Eric had not come home yet. He helped them carry their stuff to the guestroom and get comfortable. A quick call to the office only got the voice mail system with no messages from Eric anywhere. He figured he would start to workout and not wait for Eric. Bill and Steve came down to checkup on him as he was downing one of the Pratt protein shakes. They decided to do a second workout with him and both scarfed down shakes.
About an hour into the workout, Tom started to get a little concerned. Eric was always prompt and never one to just not do what he said. Bill and Steve pushed him through a heavy-duty arm set and suggested they relax in the sauna for awhile. Tom gave a quick call to Marsh as the two insistent men pulled off his clothes. Marsh told him Eric had left at his usual time but seemed much more preoccupied than normal. He was generally a very easygoing guy but he seemed to be bothered by something and neither he nor Jack had a clue. As far as they knew, he didn't have an appointment or meeting that night and unless something had come up, should have been home by now. But that didn't mean that something could have come up about which they weren't informed.
By the time Tom hung up the phone, Steve had sucked down Tom's big dick and was smacking his face with it while Bill sank his tongue between Tom's sweaty ass cheeks. Tom knew the supplements Tom Pratt had given them had natural herbs to enhance sexual drive and he felt himself giving into the two humpy men who were no doubt feeling the effects of the shakes themselves. They dragged Tom into the playroom and helped him into the sling. Tom put his head back and sucked down Steve's hard cock while Bill attached the suction toy to his already erect nips. The suction on his tits soon had Tom moaning as Steve rammed his throat. Bill began working Tom's ass with an assortment of toys and dildoes moving gradually from small to super size. Eric had purchased one King Kong sized dick as a joke, but Bill decided to see if Tom could handle it. As he lubed the rubber phallus, Steve began sucking Tom's throbbing dick. Tom was limp in the sling as Bill began pushing in the head of the toy. Tom gave a slight gasp but the head of the ass splitter quickly plopped into place. Bill's eyes opened wide in amazement as the giant battering ram slowly slid into their buddy. Tom began to moan loudly with Steve's cock jammed down his throat. Steve soon got a face full of Tom's cum as the rubber toy set him off.
Bill slowly fucked the beefy muscle butt with what amounted to a small tree. Tom was thrashing in pleasure. He was in a full blown sweat with his nips being sucked into sizes they had never been before and his ass stretched far wider than he had known. His balls were swollen to the size of oranges and flopping from side to side. Steve pulled his dick out of Tom's mouth and detached the suction device. Tom screamed and shot off another load. The two men helped him to his feet and carried him into the sauna. Tom glanced at the dildo and shuddered.
"How far did you have that thing in my ass?" He stroked Bill's chest.
"All the way buddy, shocked the shit out of me." Tom lay face down on the bench in the sauna and spread his ass.
"Eric's not here so you guys have to sub for him, fuck me now." Steve raised Tom's waist a bit and pushed his cock into Tom's raw hole. He rammed the thrusting muscle butt and pinched Tom's nips. Tom begged for more. His butt was raised high in the air as he arched his back. Bill climbed behind Steve and began fucking his partner. Tom felt the weight of the two men heavy on his back and groaned in the pleasure of all that muscle squeezing him against the hot wood of the bench. The three buddies were soon a sweating, dripping mess as Steve shot a load up over Tom's back and onto the back of his neck. Bill pulled his not too shabby cock from Steve and plugged Tom's still begging ass. He felt Steve behind him, wrapping his arms around the big furry chest to get to the sweaty nipples. Tom pushed his ass up to meet Bill's cock and soon felt another load of his own cum sizzling on the wood under his stomach. Bill screamed and buried his dick and cum in Tom's red butt. The three men lay there for a couple of minutes before Steve suggested they get out of the heat before they totally melted.
They pulled their socks back on and made a beeline for the master bathroom and the glass block enclosed shower. Tom adjusted the jets. All three men were soon soapy and hard. This time Bill bent over and offered his beefy, seldom fucked ass to Tom. Tom more than gladly pounded Bill's tight hole as Steve filled his mouth with cock. Bill groaned as his body was pounded from both ends. Tom squeezed his arms around his furry buddy and gritted his teeth to keep from cumming. Bill felt Tom's cock inside of him seem to expand to even bigger proportions as he felt the hot cum fill him. Steve shot his load on Bill's eager face and goatee. The three of them held onto each other out of breath. Bill's thick furry forearms flexed as he held himself up on the shower controls, another load of hot cum shot from his throbbing cock.
They finished showering and slipped on sweats. It was 9:00 PM, they hadn't eaten, had fucked each other and shot more than they thought possible and still no sign of Eric. Tom and Steve did a quick dinner of steaks. The three men relaxed as they ate in front of the TV and fireplace. By 10:45, Tom was showing signs of being very worried and Bill suggested he call Vic. Vic told him he would let his cop buddies know and to keep an eye out for Eric, but that they couldn't consider Eric a missing person just because he missed one workout. Tom chuckled and realized Vic was trying to make him relax. He told Tom to call him in the morning and give him an update. Tom heard Joe moaning in the background.
Tom sent Bill and Steve to bed even though they had offered to stay up and wait for Eric. Tom hugged them and pushed them toward the steps. He settled back onto the sofa under a warm blanket and watched the news. About 12:30, he felt Eric's kiss him on the forehead.
Eric sat on the edge of the sofa and rubbed Tom's flattop. "I am so sorry, I should have called you."
"Where were you, I was getting worried?" Tom sat up and hugged his lover. Eric took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.
"Something came up over some work and I just lost track of time." He rubbed Tom's back and kissed him lightly on the neck.
"Something wrong?" Tom could feel the tension in Eric's body and the muscled back was tight and hard.
"No, nothing you need to worry about, let's go to bed." He pulled Tom up and walked up the stairs with his arm around him. They climbed into bed and Tom did as always, pulled Eric's big arm over him and placed the long cock between his thighs. He drifted off quickly against his protector. Eric lay awake clinging to Tom.
Don had been a smart addition to the personal training staff of the Dog Pound Gym. His blond muscular good looks made him popular with everyone and his expertise in PT and training kept his schedule hopping. He had another new guy on the roster today and was surprised when this extremely attractive, ruggedly built man showed up for the appointment. The guy explained he had lifted for years but wanted to fine-tune his routine to optimize the results. Don had him go through his workout while he made notes and logged everything that the guy did. He gave him many numerous pointers and soon had him reconstructing his routine to give his body a change.
The guy was obviously interested in more than Don's expertise with the weights. He took advantages of every opportunity to rub his body against Don's and conveniently managed to brush the back of his hand against the front of Don's workout pants. As attractive as Don found this guy, he didn't appreciate the forward manner and kept his session strictly professional. At the end of the hour, Don promised him more input for his next workout and excused himself. He explained he was off duty in awhile and wanted to do a quick circuit himself before he left. He had planned on meeting Frank for dinner and politely left his client to do a few more exercises on his own.
Don worked through quick sets on the machines and headed for the showers. Richard stopped him at the front desk and gave him a message from Frank who was running about 30 minutes late.
"Oh well, that's nothing new. Hey, what do you think of this guy who I just saw?" He pointed him out to Richard.
"Hmm, he's in here all the time and I think takes every opportunity he can to move on someone. He doesn't really talk to me much, guess I'm too old for him."
"Well, he's definitely hot but I don't like to mix groping with training and he managed to grope me a couple of times."
"Takes a certain talent."
"Yeah, I guess it does. In a bar, I would probably be hot for him but not where I work. Never thought I would be that conservative. Must really be Frank rubbing off on me." He laughed and took off for the showers. Don stripped and left his stuff in the employee locker room then checked out the individual showers that were all filled. He headed for the communal showers and found only two older men who were soon finished. They left Don to steam himself of the aches and pains of constant workouts. A throat clearing beside him broke him out of his reverie. He looked over to find his new client soaping his beautifully sculpted body and flashing an obviously growing cock. Don politely asked how the rest of his workout had gone and began soaping his own body. The guy was not to be deterred and soon was leaning close to Don with a full, rather impressive hardon. The guy complimented him on his physique and casually brushed against Don's wet thigh.
Try as he might, Don's cock was betraying him and soon began to rise. Don pulled back under the torrent of hot water and did his best to keep out of reach of this guy.
"Come-on buddy, you're a good trainer, I just want to show my appreciation. I've seen you in here with your old man, a younger man might be a nice change. My equipment's pretty good don't you think?" Don shot him a scolding glance and rinsed shampoo from his hair.
"Look, you're a well-built and obviously well-hung guy who could get anyone he wants anywhere, but not me and not here. I don't fuck around where I work. I respect these guys and wouldn't do anything to fuck up there business, so sorry."
"OK, so how about we dry off and go back to my place?" Don felt a hot wet hand on his left nip and another reaching at his out of control dick.
"Man, what's it take? I'm not interested, no offense. You probably should get yourself another trainer too." Don turned off his shower then reached over and switched the jerk's shower to cold. The guy shrieked and jumped back.
"Fucker!"
"Not with me you aren't." Don grabbed his towel and with his hard cock swaying from side to side and his nips fully erect he headed back to the employee locker room. He dried himself off and slowly got dressed. He paced himself to allow time to regain his composure. He mumbled under his breath at himself for losing his temper. He looked at his watch and figured Frank should be upstairs waiting for him. As he walked up the steps, Red waved him over to the front desk.
"Uh, I think we have to talk." He motioned for Don to step into his office and told him how this guy had just complained about his training session with him and how Don had come on to him in the showers. Don instantly saw red and went ballistic. He didn't say anything but stopped to choose his words carefully.
Red waved him off and rubbed his shoulder. "The person and events this guy described aren't you, I know that, so what really happened? This Woody guy is starting to really get on my nerves, so maybe Richard and I need to talk with him about his membership privileges."
"I wouldn't do that just yet, give him enough rope and he'll hang himself. I admit I got a hardon, but Red, you know me well enough to know I get hard watching wrestling on TV. I'm into sleazy sex, but I have some professional pride too. He'll make the wrong move on the wrong guy if he isn't careful. Keep an eye on him but let me play him for the chump he is, maybe we can teach him a lesson. He mumbled something about the guys he has met here, including doing the owner. I'm sure he's lying, cause I know Tom wouldn't do anything to screw up the business."
Red rubbed his shaved head and idly rubbed his nip. His perplexed look, made Don chuckle. "I don't honestly recall a time when Woody would have been alone with Tom in the showers or the locker room. Doesn't mean he wasn't but, despite our buddy's penchant for sex, he has behaved himself admirably. Let me think about this and don't worry, we'll talk later. Frank is waiting for you in the cafe. Have a good night." He hugged the beefy trainer and sent him off to meet his lover.
Red sat down and made some notes, which he placed, in a file marked "Woody." He felt he needed to get a little documentation under his belt on this guy.
Kyle and Mark decided to enjoy a rare evening out for dinner. As struggling college students and lovers, they didn't have a lot of extra cash to splurge and carefully watched their fun money. But Dan's new restaurant was doing very well and attracting an interesting crowd of people, both straight and gay. Having dinner there was an experience in watching muscle men. The food was good and reasonably priced, as were the drinks. They often found themselves inspired to go home and have hot sex after a couple hours of beef on parade. They had finished dinner and were sitting on end stools at the bar watching the crowd when one of the very attractive customers began chatting with them. They picked up on the fact that the guy was obviously interested and eager to hook up with them. They chatted a bit longer getting to know this guy but the bulging basket proved very distracting to Kyle.
"By the way, this is Mark Sands and I'm Kyle Bell." Kyle shook the stranger's hand and felt the heat travel across his palm.
"Bell, eh? There's a guy at my gym named Bell and you sort of look like him."
"Oh, Tom, yeah, he's my brother."
"Really? Cool. I'm Woody. Woody Stoddard."
Eric had gone out of his way the rest of the week to make up for Monday night to Tom. His attentiveness, coupled with Bill and Steve's visit, had Tom smiling from ear to ear despite the fact that his butt was getting a bit worn out. But he wasn't complaining, in fact the guys at the gym were having a great deal of fun waiting everyday to see the expression on Tom's face. Tom was a bit concerned because Eric still seemed to be distracted and not his normal self, but he didn't want to pry into business that may not have been any of his concern.
With the weekend almost here, Tom was looking forward to constant fun with his three buddies. Friday afternoon, he was beaming at the front desk greeting gym members as they arrived. Red was beginning to think Tom had gone completely Stepford, when Dell put the whole situation in perspective.
"Oh, for heaven sake, wipe that damned smile off your face. It's not like you're the only person around here getting dick." Richard snorted coffee through his nose and stood at the end of the cafe counter coughing.
Red looked up from folding more towels. "Oh like we're not supposed to know you guys are entertaining each other. You two have been walking around here smiling all week. We think it's great, and it's not like we have a policy against it or anything."
"Well, it has been fun. Richard has surprised me all week." Dell took a moment to gloat.
"Like we couldn't tell from the permanently erect nipples. You could poke an eye out with those." Red turned to Richard who was trying his best to look inconspicuous. "So, what technique do you use?" Richard quietly got up, walked across the entryway to Red's office and jerked his head for Red to follow him. Several minutes later, Red walked out tucking his shirt back into his jeans. He smiled at Dell, "Guess you can learn something new everyday."
"I know I have this week," Tom chirped up again and everyone groaned.
"What have you learned this week?" Kyle and Mark walked in just in time to hear the end of the conversation.
"Hey little brother, just talking about some new sexual experiences."
"Oh we had a bit of that last night with a guy we met at the restaurant who also works out here."
"And who might that be?"
"Woody."
Red's head jerked up, "You fucked around with Woody?"
"Yeah, quite a talented man."
"Evidently. He does seem to get around." Red glanced over at Richard and Dell.
"Oh, well, he claims, big brother, to have done you in the showers downstairs."
"What? I haven't fooled around with any of the members." He held his finger up at Red. "Bill and Steve don't count, they took advantage of me, and I knew them."
"Well, he swears it was the owner and the description sure fits you."
Dell looked at Richard as he walked back behind the cafe counter. "Or Eric." Richard looked at him quizzically and followed him back to his office.
"Well, he's making that one up." Tom announced smugly. "I'm a gym virgin."
"Now there's something you don't hear everyday."
Kyle and Mark just laughed at Red's comment and went downstairs to change for their workout.
Tom leaned against the counter and asked Red who Woody was. "Obviously, someone who likes to fantasize about sex with you."
"But why would he say that if it isn't true?"
"Maybe he's trying to impress people. Don't let it bother you. I'll point him out sometime if he is here when you are also."
Vic and Joe met at the gym for their workout and start of a busy weekend. They had also switched to the new Pratt supplements and noticed the difference in their workout results. It didn't hurt that their sex drive was also riding high. They hurriedly showered and took off for dinner. The restaurant they chose was packed. It was at least a forty-minute wait, which they decided to do at the bar. As they found stools and got comfortable, a guy sitting near them started a conversation.
"Don't you guys work out at the Dog Pound Gym?" Joe looked at the guy and immediately felt his dick start to stiffen. The man's dark good looks and perfect body were enough to get any gay man hard.
"Yeah, do you go there too?" Joe watched the man's chest flex in the tight shirt as he slid off his stool to take the one next to them.
"Yeah, pretty good place and lots of hot men." Is that where you guys met?"
"Not exactly," Vic had finally recognized him as the guy they had seen in the parking lot with Eric. "We met before the gym opened, so we weren't gym buddy's yet."
"Well, I bet you guys have had your share of fun in the place, like even with the owner." Vic became suspicious of the guy's path in the conversation and decided no to give him any information.
"No, we never fool around at the gym, too risky."
"Oh not if you time it right." He gave them a sly grin and Joe kicked Vic's foot.
"So, you're meeting lots of guys there then?"
"My share, keeps me very happy." He groped his hard cock in his snug jeans and squeezed it for them to see.
"Uh, I think our table is ready, so if you'll excuse us, nice chatting with you, enjoy yourself at the gym." Vic got up and walked toward the hostess. Joe felt a hot hand on his basket as he slid by the man in the crowd.
"Thanks, but my dance card is filled.'
"Oh too bad, well, you know what they say, so many men, so little time.'
"Yeah, they do say that don't they, have a good evening, enjoy your meal."
Joe sat down at the corner table across from Vic. "Something about that guy that I don't trust."
"He's the guy we saw in the parking lot with Eric." Joe's eyes lit up in recognition. They watched as Woody sat at the bar and kept checking his watch. Whoever he was waiting for, was late. About 30minutes later he left alone.
"Well, there goes our shot at a three way." Joe looked at the door as Woody left. "That's OK, I need you all to my self tonight."
"Good I prefer your dick up my ass anyway." Vic excused himself to go to the men's room and took a quick look outside. He saw Woody get into a black Neon and just sit there. He memorized the plate number and went to borrow a pen to write it down.
When he got back to the table, Joe was squirming in his chair. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, my dick is rock hard and I am so fucking horny I can't stand it."
"Well, try to control yourself, I intend to have dessert too."
"Hey, copper, you are dessert, mine." Vic felt hid own dick go hard and figured a fuck was as good as a piece of pie anytime. They got into Joe's truck and Vic reached for the big bulge in Joe's pants. "Be careful, that puppy's loaded and might go off."
"That's what I am counting on several times tonight." As they pulled out of the parking lot, a familiar looking truck pulled in and parked next to the Neon. "Is that Eric?"
"I can't tell and we can't sit here blocking traffic, shit." Joe pulled out into traffic and did a U-turn at the next corner.
"Hey, that's illegal, I should give you a ticket."
"Officer, how bout a blowjob?"
"Are you trying to bribe me?'
"Yes."
"It's working. I don't see either the car or the truck, damn." Vic leaned back in the truck seat and sighed, while Joe groped the big, cop meat through the tight jeans.
"I think we need to get home and fuck."
"Oh man, do we ever." Vic leaned over and began licking Joe's jeans as they sped home.
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