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This is part 2 of a chapter from my upcoming novel called "Mick's Tales"
The original, published story about Mick is already released for the Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008TXC5A8
The new upcoming novel will be a series of stories Mick tells about his sexual encounters with men.
I have already released another three free episodes of "Mick's Tales" on Nifty, JustUsBoys and on my Blog: http://richardpetersbooks.blogspot.co.uk/
http://www.justusboys.com/forum/threads/426152-Any-Man
http://www.justusboys.com/forum/threads/425351-Dad-amp-Me
http://www.justusboys.com/forum/threads/428547-Servicing-Larry
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/micks-tales
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/micks-tale
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/servicing-larry
MICK'S TALES FITNESS FREDDIE - Part 2
Next day I knocked on his basement consultancy door. He opened it, naked to the waist. Gone was his tennis shirt and his running singlet. His smooth chest was glistening in sweat, showing he had vigorously worked-out. His tight, tiny running shorts clung to his hips and his bulge was clearly showing a half hard-on.
I ignored the signs as if I was a naïve young boy and stepped in. I stripped to the waist. "Shorts only?" I asked almost shyly.
"Shorts will be fine." Freddie said turning away to his desk. I dropped my trousers watching his naked compact, sturdy back and his tight buttocks, that were small for a man of his stature. My briefs rustled down my smooth thighs, but he did not turn around. My shorts rustled up and still he did not turn. I flicked my half-erection up my left hip.
"Ready!" I said and Freddie turned around, not looking at me. Clearly he was fighting himself. Conflicted like straight men are when desiring what they felt they shouldn't.
Freddie worked me out more vigorously than usual, but his hands kept making contact with my flesh while he inspected me. My forearms, my biceps, my shoulders, my back. He lightly ran his fingers down my nicely developed six-pack. He seemed to be taking pride in my shape and how he had developed it.
"I'm ready for sex now!" I said shyly and enigmatically.
"I think you are!" He replied equally enigmatically. Were we talking about being ready for a girlfriend or my readiness in the present moment for sex with him?
I lay on the green rubber gym mat and Freddie knelt in front of me while I lifted the weights with my ankles. His fingers pressed and tested the back of my calves and the front of my thighs. He could not fail to see my rock-hard erection. "You are a perfect specimen." He said. "A perfect boy."
The thrill of showing my physical prowess and my sexual potential was overwhelming and I almost didn't want the thrill of display to end and manifest in the inevitable outcome. But Freddie's fingers slid up my thighs. "That's it" he whispered "see how long you can hold the weight up off the floor. You are magnificent, I've never seen a male in such delightful shape.
Freddie's professional demeanour was gone, his admiration was no longer simply clinical. His fingers slid up my thighs and under the stitched hem of my shorts. "That's it!" he encouraged unnecessarily. The tips of his fingers stroked the base of my balls.
"Oh!" I gasped involuntarily and my thighs gave way dropping the weights which rolled off my ankles and over the floor. Freddie knelt in nearer and his fingers stroked my slack scrotum.
"Do you think my cock is good enough?" I sighed and slipped my fingers into the waistband and slid the shorts down and over Freddie's wrists, holding his hands captive by the tight material. My cock sprang free and flipped powerfully up my crotch to tickle my belly button.
Freddie's captured hands moved up so the tight shorts now held his lower forearms, allowing his hands to finger my hard cock. He rolled it in his fingers and palms and whispered "Magnificent."
"Is it as good as yours?" I gasped while he manipulated it like he had all my other muscles.
Freddie let my cock go and painfully ripped my rucked-up shorts down my thighs, the folds rasping into my flesh. He got them off my legs and gently pushed me back onto the foam mating. Kneeling up in front of me, he said Let's see!"
At last he revealed himself! He pulled his shorts off and his nice seven inches of almost hard cock sprang free and he flicked the shorts down to his knees and lifted each in turn to get them off. His cock bobbed with the motion.
"Oh it's fantastic!" I sighed and Freddie lifted himself and lowered onto my torso, the torso that he had inspected and felt so intimately over the weeks
His lips caressed my shoulders in loving admiration for my physique, while his erection pressed onto mine. "Your body is beautiful!" I whispered as I stroked the sweaty blond hair on the back of his head.
Freddie squirmed on me his sweaty body pressing to me. His lips went down my collar bone and he slid his hard cock off mine to worship my beautiful body with his lips. Over my upper chest they roamed and over my bullet-like nipples. Down my abs, his tongue licking each rib. He lifted his face off me to look at my hard nine inches, before lowering his face and kissing softly my hard shaft.
"Is my cock good enough?" I asked unnecessarily and without answer he opened his mouth and devoured my foreskin-covered helmet. "Oh yes!" I gasped. "Mmm" He sighed as his hot-wet mouth took in several inches.
I had him! My straight fitness guru was devouring me in lost admiration for my body. I wanted him, more than ever. I pulled his face off my cock. "Let me do you too!" I begged. He nodded and rolled around so we lay on our hips, face to cock. "Your body is fantastic!" I sighed.
Wordlessly he put his mouth to my erection and took me eagerly back in. I responded likewise and used my lips to roll his tight foreskin down over his dripping cock. "Oh god!" he gurgled on my cock and did the same. Soon we were gasping and sighing and moaning while we face-fucked each other and our hands pummelled the other's buttocks.
My nose felt his bollocks tighten and before he could pull off, I pushed into his mouth and fired my load at the same time as he did. I swallowed expertly and he tried, but gagged and let my erupting cock fall out of his mouth to spill the spunk over the green foam mat between us.
I swallowed and sucked every drop from him while he moaned in lost ecstasy.
"Sorry!" He gasped. "I got carried away."
"No sex for two weeks." I laughed.
"Maybe." He gasped and rolled onto his back.
I stroked my hand over his heaving chest.
"But I've never felt like that before." He said thoughtfully. "I've always admired the male physique and my own, but never thought of it as a sexual thing, before. But your body is so fantastic, it seemed to tip me over the edge from admiration to desire. It won't happen again." He said assertively and stood up on the mat.
I stood up next to him and he touched a hand softly to my shoulder. "Sorry it was unprofessional and won't happen again.
But it did. I led him by the hand to the shower and we washed together and soon his hard cock was worshiping my wet flesh and he humped against me before we took each other in hand and wanked the other off amid mighty roars of desire.
Every day we worked out and had sex. He learned a boy's hole can make a great cunt.
His girlfriend came back and his "consultancy" with me ended. But every few months he would ring me and secretly worship my masculine curves in our private work-outs.