This story is about a developed teenage twink discovering life's pleasures. It will depict graphic acts of sex between men & hot twinks, and a sexualised home life. If that offends you or you're too young by the laws of your country please don't read on.
This is the update to the part 1 of my story first published in 2013. Thanks for all the feedback over the years and unfortunately no I've never managed to craft another story worthy of nifty. I hope you'll appreciate the corrections and enjoy the added depth and details to the story to make it more enjoyable.
Disclaimer:
Please note this is a story and should be treated as such. Condoms are not mentioned, but they should always be used in casual sex in the real world. It is a fantasy & therefore acts of a sexual nature between family members, or who those might not have actively initially consented occur. All people portrayed in this story should be considered actors and therefore not to be related & to have participating willingly.
Remember fantasy is not real life, so never use it as justification for cheating, taking advantage of others or in any way breaking the law.
Fantasies are best kept in our fantasy world, and with that said I hope you enjoy my story.
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Chapter 1 - Justin, Gym Twink
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I have been wanting to join the gym for what seemed like forever, but my Dad always insisted that like my brother, I had to wait until I was eighteen.
He said 'a boy's muscles should be allowed to develop naturally before taking up a serious gym habit'. Sigh.
My brother Nate has been going for nearly three years now and you could really tell the difference from when he first started. He had been lean just like me at my age with no visible fat on his body and only moderate muscles from playing the sports he loved, football & hockey.
Before I get into this story I should describe myself. My name is Justin, I'm just turned eighteen, five eleven, with blonde curly hair which is always annoyingly lapping at my eyebrows but everyone at school tells me looks good so I never bother to cut. I never have time to style it and anyway I guess it looks OK messy, people always said I looked like some kind of surfer dude not that we live very near a beach!
I have a few freckles and naturally slightly olive skin tone which dad says I get from my mum. These features make me look somewhat younger than my age especially when I give a trademark goofy smile.
I know, not to sound too vain, that I can't be bad looking. A couple of girls have been trying to chat me up since I hit high school, and although I rebuffed them all, they persist and steal glances at me when I walk past them in the corridors at school.
I've never really dated a girl to be truthful, it just doesn't interest me, I prefer to lose myself swimming and cycling, I'm on the swim team now and I travel all over with my family and my team doing triathlons and road races. But when I'm not in school or training I prefer to just hang with my brothers and my Dad.
At home I'm the second youngest child, my younger bro Franky is 16 and my older brothers are Nate who is now 21, and Chad who lives out of state who's now 25 which is insane. If you didn't know how anti drugs my family are you'd think Nate must be on roid's cos the muscle development he's made since joining my Dad's gym is crazy. Chad is even bigger!
My Dad's really proud of both my big brothers, and Nate in particular while he's not yet as muscular as my dad, he does look like a spit of him from the picture around the house of when Dad used to lift weights & wrestle at college. Dad says Nate will soon be able to start competing at the state level too like he did, which is really exciting!
I always go along to their meets and watch Nate lift & fight, he's really good, easily the best in his club now. >From being a skinny kid
like me when we were little he has turned into a stunning man with huge arms and shoulders that have all filled out nicely, while he waist is still just as small as ever.
I admire my brother so much, when I'm watching him wrestle I sometimes can't help but getting a boner, he's always so rough and manly and sweaty by the end, I think it's just my testosterone responding to his cos we're so close. When we're at home I spend every waking hour I can with him and my little bro Franky, but with Nate this is limited to when he's not at the gym, competing or out banging some girl he usually can't remember the name of.
I should say that I am slightly different body wise from my brother and my Dad. Being a member of the swim team and a regular cyclist, I am technically even skinnier than Nate was at eighteen except for in one way.
The sports I play have caused me to have exceedingly overdeveloped glutes and thigh muscles for a kid of my age. As a result I take every opportunity to show my one body asset, my butt, off whenever I can. I love wearing my speedos at school swim meets where I get lots of students, even a few teachers (guys and girls) checking out my mounds of ass when they think I'm not looking!
When I'm at home I like to wear just a tank top and one of my jocks to show off my glutes to my brother and dad, and when I've been a good boy my Dad will tap me on my soft cheeks and give me a little squeeze
which makes me feel so proud!
Anyway, back to the present moment and I was stood in front of the mirror trying to decide what to wear to my first gym session, and had seemingly ran out of time.
"Are you ready son?" my Dad shouted up at me.
"Just coming now!" I shouted back excitedly.
I couldn't find a single pair of my running shorts, they'd all vanished into thin air! At last found a white pair on the floor (my room was always a mess because I shared with Franky), I had already opted for a sleeveless red tank top.
In the car on the way my Dad was telling me some of the rules of the gym, I was trying really hard to concentrate but I was so excited I couldn't help feeling my dick strain against my sweatpants. I was picturing what the weights room would be like full of big sweaty guys like my brother when i realised Nate was asking me something.
"Just, Just, Justin! What's wrong with you!?" and moved to punch me in the stomach. I automatically jumped my hands into a defence position in the back of the car to deflect his playful punch (he always used me as practice at home when he was bored), we rolled around a little and he ended up on top of me doing his usual three slamdowns into big behind. When he finally released me my sweat pants left little to the imagination, all the excitement had given me a boner.
"Ahah!" said Nate victoriously.
"I think Justin might be a little excited to take in everything you were just saying Dad". I blushed deeply and quickly moved to cover up my bulge.
"Don't worry son" Dad said, "Nate was just the same the first time I bought him, it's natural for you boys to be sporting wood most of the time at your age until you find a decent outlet, I know I did." Dad always had a way of relaxing me no matter how embarrassed I was.
"Now Son I do need you to concentrate, have I got your full attention?"
"Yes Daddy, I'm sorry I'm just so excited to be going the gym with you both I've been waiting for so long!"
I always called him Daddy whenever I was sucking up to him, I know most kids hate using the word but I like it cos it shows I concede to his strength and dominance.
"Ok then. The first rule of gym is no girls. I don't care how much you want to bring a girl with you but we have no pussy in this gym, it's always been that way and I hope it always will be!"
Nate interjected.
"No female pussy anyway!" Dad laughed, I didn't understand but knew better than to try and understand Nate and Dad's private jokes.
Dad continued.
"The next rule is sneakers must be worn at all times in the gym area, along with at least a something to protect your manhood. Tops are optional but it's totally personal preference. It's a relaxed atmosphere and no one judges. That's really rule 4, no bitching, judging or aggressive behavior. Everyone gets along at MJs (the gyms name), and anyone who can't is barred pretty fast.
Rule number 3 of course, is no clothes in the spa / shower area. Towels only & optional. There's no women so there's no need for them, and shorts and sneakers aren't needed because there's no gym equipment and therefore health and safety requirement. Think you can remember
all that?" Dad asked.
I thought back through it all.
"Yeah I think so. Shorts & trainers in the gym, and then no girls, no clothes in the spa, no rude behaviour?"
"Good boy" Dad said.
"I have a question though Daddy, what is it like in the spa?l"
"Oh you'll see soon enough."
"Big day little bro, you're eighteen now so you get to play with the big boys at the men's gym, no more kiddies only school only activities!" Nate added.
He seemed genuinely excited for me to be able to go along with him at last - almost as excited as I was which surprised me. I had been worried I might cramp his style.
"Now now Nate, no overexciting Justin back there. We're almost here now, look!"
It was true we were. We rounded the corner and the gym came into view ahead of us. Dad parked us up and walking in I was immediately impressed by the size and modern look of the place, not to mention all the huge guys passing coming and going through the entrance.
At the reception desk Dad sorted out my membership with a buff black guy called Zac, his name badge stated 'here to help, whatever you need!. He shook my hand and my Dad explained that I'd been looking forward to coming since my brother had joined but that I'd only just turned eighteen.
"Well it's probably for the best, we do let over 16s in but they have to be supervised by an adult, and they can't utilise the full spa... you'll be able to drop in whenever you
like..." Zac said, handing me my membership card with a knowing look.
I wasn't sure what he meant but I was sure excited to get into the gym. I studied my membership card, it said MJs Gym `Freshman Privilege level' - and in smaller letters 'show to any member of staff or experienced member for hands on assistance'. I wondered what that meant too! Meanwhile my Dad got our spa towels and locker keys, and I followed him and Nate down a corridor full of pictures of men posing and trophy cabinets to the changing rooms.
My first impression was how big they were. We were greeted as we found our way apparently towards our lockers by several men who warmly greeted Nate & Dad, and I noticed a few of them looking me up and down which caused me to blush and simultaneously arch by butt out a little.
Given the club was men only there was only one changing room I was pleasantly surprised how spacious it was. To be honest it was massive. They'd thought it out well, subdividing the space into into lots of separate areas divided by banks of lockers.
At one end I could smell the scent of chlorine and a steamy heat emanating from what I assumed was the spa. By the time I'd taken it all in Dad had reached our lockers, off to one side round the corner from a block of showers facing one another with glass doors.
I put my bag down nervously as Nate & Dad leisurely started to strip off, and whilst no one else was around with nervous excitement I quickly stripped off too.
Naked in this new place I pulled on a fresh white jockstrap, earning an appreciative slap from Dad as I pulled it over my big butt, only for my face to fall as I then realised I'd made a huge error as I picked up my shorts.
"Oh no!" I cried. "I've bought Franky's running shorts instead of mine!"
Before I'd had chance to process Nate had snatched them off me lifted them in the air and was in fits of giggles.
"Oh dear Just, how could this have happened! Oh well could be worse, you coulda had to go out in just your vest and jock!" I didn't really see how it could be much worse, I wasn't sure if I'd even be able to get them up over my thighs.
"Suppose you could just skip today's session if you aren't comfortable wearing them...?" He added, knowing there was no way I was going to miss out.
"No!" I said, determined not to wait a second longer to get started in the gym. "They will fit i just gotta be careful not to bend over too much incase they split."
I grabbed them back and put my legs through the small holes and started pulling them up. They were really tight but I could just about get them over my thighs and then my butt, although they did ride up very high, showing the bottom several of inches of my pale olive cheeks.
I turned to Nate & Dad for reassurance.
"No sweat bro, there are no girls in there to see the show you'll be putting on so just act cool you'll be fine." Dad nodded and asked me if I was ready.
"Damn straight!" I said, I wasn't going to let a little thing like tight shorts ruin my first session at Dad's gym. My tank top hung down over most of the area anyway. I flung the rest of my stuff into my locker and snapped it shut.
Dad led the way out onto the gym floor, which was full of exotic looking sports equipment, and it seemed busy but not packed with ripped men of all shapes and sizes. It was late lunchtime I figured.
Most guys on the floor shirtless, although a fair few had vests on like me, especially the slightly skinner guys. Not that many though. Most of the guys on the floor looked stacked.
Bulging biceps, triceps, traps, deltoids, thick pectorals and abs were visible in every direction I looked. A lot of the men were sweaty, and I couldn't help but notice the manly smell that hung in the air. It was intoxicating and I felt my teen cock jump a little just at the testosterone of it all.
I was more nervous because of my shorts that I had been previously, but Dad carefully guided me across the large open floor to the warm up area. As I walked I could feel my little brothers tiny white shorts riding up further, exposing more of my big butt. I looked over my shoulder a couple of times and caught the odd big muscle guy staring at it.
Dad showed me how best to warm up, ten minutes on the treadmill and then some vigorous stretching. We then moved onto the weights area to get down to the serious business, and Dad left me with Nate to help me set up a workout regime while he spotted some guys he knew and went to say hi.
The weights area was set in a corner of the gym totally lined by mirrors from floor to ceiling. It was busier than the rest of the gym and most of the guys here were in much less clothing, and what they had on was much more fitted. I realised I could stare at anyone working out, and vice versa, with very little chance of them catching me out.
It was amazing to be able to watch some of the massive guys here flexing their giant muscles, working up a real sweat and grunting as they dropped their weights. I was totally in awe and felt pretty feeble stood there with my buff brother.
I watched one guy who must have been about 30 lifting 50k on each arm with disbelief, and as my eyes surveyed his body I was even more surprised at how big the bulge in his little shorts were, if that guy wasn't getting hard from the training he was hung like an elephant.
Nate set us up on progressively tougher sets of weights, still easy for him but tough for me, spotting each other, first doing pectorals, then abdominals and finally glutes. By the time I got to the squats I was running quite a sweat, and my teenage body was glistening.
If my shorts hadn't been so small I might have peeled off my vest at the point, but I figured I might draw even more attention to myself.
As I was running my squats in sets of 15, I noticed one guy in shorts probably as small as mine (but slightly better fitted and baby blue in colour) and no vest watching me work in between his reps on a tricep machine. He looked in his late twenties and had that perfect upper body V shape that all weight lifters aspire to. He seemed impressed with the amount I was
squatting, and I was spurred on to do even more and as I relaxed into the environment, so I told Nate to add another 10kg to each side.
The ripped guy raised an eyebrow and I saw his hand settled on his groin. I could see him watching me through the mirror as I did the next set and was sure I saw him squeeze the package in those blue hot pants a couple of times. After I'd finished I looked up again and he gave me a wink before moving off to work on another machine.
Meanwhile my brother who had been matching me weight for weight untilnow (pretty easily) suddenly started to struggle with the pressure on his glutes during his reps, I had to help him lower the weights down at the end of his next set.
"Why don't I spot you to see how high you can go?" He suggested, looking a little beat but also slightly mischievous. I agreed and we added another 10kg, and then another. As I crunched down into the squat, pressing my oversized ass out in the tiny shorts, praying they didn't split I kept my focus on my reps. Nate had finished his squats and was just observing me, biting his lip and occasionally licking them assumedly to prevent them from drying out in the aircon.
As I completed the second set though I realised in the mirror that my little white shorts were becoming a real problem, my tank top was riding up more and more with each added weight, and my shorts were totally exposed and riding up and frankly looking fit to burst. No wonder that guy had been staring how could he not look at my huge exposed bubble butt!
Nate seemed to realise my concern.
"Don't worry little guy it's only men here, and if they're looking they are only gonna be impressed with what you've got." I looked skeptical.
"If it bothers you I can stand closer and keep you covered?" He added.
"That'd be great, I'd like to do a few more but really don't wana bust outta these shorts Nate!"
With that reassurance we continued with Nate keeping a watchful eye on my rear end.
As I worked the next set, pumping my cheeks down and out each time Nate squatted behind me.
"Just making sure everything's staying in place Just" He said with a slightly husked tone. It was great to have such a kind big brother. We added one final weight and as I squeezed down, really pushing myself now I could feel Nate's breathe on my ass crack as I pushed fully out into the squat.
"That's really really great Just, looking huge...I mean great form." I was surprised Nate wanted to get so close to my sweaty ass cheeks but thrilled he was impressed with my form and ensuring my pants stayed in place and it pushed me on to complete my set.
When I came up from it Nate was still in the squat position and took a moment to join me. But then quickly recovered and gave me a big high five.
"That was super impressive for your first squat set here little dude! Everyone who saw was sure to be mega impressed! Indeed there were a few people who must have been watching who as I looked around now gave us the thumbs up and a broad smile before continuing with their routines, all huge muscular guys. It felt really good to have their validation.
I noticed Nate reach into his shorts and rearrange his junk, he must have worn the wrong size underwear today or something.
We headed across to some core workout machines when I saw Dad again this time working on pectoral talking to a couple of the staff, including Zac who gave me a thumbs up when I made eye contact, and an incredibly buff young guy who green eyes and especially huge shoulders who seemed pretty intense. Suddenly Dad turned and pointed over in our direction, and the guy with green eyes started walking over to us.
I pretended I hadn't noticed and started my latest set of reps. He walked up to to us and watched me closely until I finished.
"Hi I'm Chandler, but call me Chad lil dude.
"J...Justin" I managed to stumble out. He grasped my hand, nodded to Nate in acknowledgement.
This guy was overwhelming. He had a vest on, but it barely covered his chest at all, his brown nipples visible on either side. He was a little taller than me with wavey black hair pushed back with an alice band down to his huge broad shoulders. Comparatively he clearly had a tiny waist, and then big beefy thighs and muscular arms completed a slight adonis he-man look.
"Yeah your Dad was talking to me about you. I think you've got some amazing potential, how'd you feel about getting in some time with me here at the gym?"
He paused to study my reaction before continuing.
"I'm a personal trainer here, and I've been looking out for a new member who I could mould from the beginning who I can use for my portfolio. I note you've already got some serious ass going on there..." He grinned and exchanged a smirk with Nate. "But I think you've got potential to be huge all over, and I'd like to help!"
I didn't know what to say, here was this God of a man offering to help me,
Nate spoke up before I had chance to comprehend.
"That sounds like an awesome idea! I know I benefited so much from having Dad as a PT when I started here, and since he's going to be really busy with work this year I think that'd work out great!"
I shot him a disheartened look. I had been hoping he would have been my buddy, at least to start with. "But don't worry we'll still hit the gym together in between your sessions with Chad!"
Nate had seen my face drop at the idea I wouldn't be coming with him and had quickly moved to reassure me. I now couldn't see any reason to say no, other than...
"But won't it cost me a lot? I don't have a job at the moment and my Dad's already paying my membership I don't wana ask him."
"Don't be daft man, this is pro bono work, we'll take photos at each stage of your development for my folio, and as long as you follow the training and diet program I give you there'd be no charge!"
"It's a deal then!" said Nate. "You want to start now?"
"Nah" said Chad. "I can see you've already worked up quite a sweat, plus it's my day off I'm just doing a quick cardio before heading off to see the misses. How about we say next Wednesday, we'll do a session then some initial photos?"
"Sounds great!" I say before Nate can cut in again. We exchange numbers and Chad wanders away to do his workout, not that he looks like he needs it.
We finish up with the last sets on my glutes which were now getting pretty tired, and I noticed Nate in the mirror watching my shorts ride up again as I bent down. He smirked in amusement when he saw I'd caught him but he just kept tapping and rubbing my butt telling me he couldn't get over how impressive that squat session has been.
I guess my big smooth butt must remind him of those girls he fucks who always wear skirts that are more like belts whenever he brings then by the house.
We were going to do a few move machines but I was feeling pretty beat by now, and Dad came over to suggest we call it a day as he didn't want me overworking in my first session and doing myself an injury.
Despite being tired I was still pretty psyched by all the huge guys wandering around and I couldn't wait to get my body up to their size.
Dad was however only part way through his workout as he'd been catching up with a few people so he suggested that Nate take me back to the lockers and show me the spa area.
I was curious to see what it was like so I quickly agreed and we headed back to the changing rooms. They were pretty deserted as the lunch rush was now seemingly over, and as we walked into our corner of the rabbit warren complex we were on our own apart from the hot guy with the crew cut, sharp abs and baby blue bulging hot-pants I'd seen admiring my squats who had just finished too. His locker was a few down from mine, opposite Nate's.
I opened my locker up and noticed out of the corner of my eye the guy dropped his hot-pants and realised he was wearing a jock like me. I pulled my red tank top off my sweaty body, still feeling really pumped. I was now really excited about checking out the spa facilities after my hard work out. I remembered Dad saying about the no clothes rule and knew it was time to start undressing.
The guy changing nearby turned round to rummage in his bag. He looked up and immediately recognised me. I was surprised by his friendliness when he started making conversation.
"I saw you working those squats in the weights room, really impressive."
As he said this he kept eye contact with me whilst pulling down his jock. I couldn't help but have my eyes dragged down to his giant sausage that emerged from the jock and suspended itself between his legs. He was still talking when I clicked back in...
"Yeah, I couldn't believe how much you were lifting. How much can you squat?"
"Oh I dunno, a lot I guess?" I hadn't been paying that much attention. With all the testosterone and muscle in the room, I hadn't felt able to concentrate clearly and I'd just let Nate sort it.
"I've not really pushed myself to my true limit I don't think, but I cycle and swim every day."
I turned and dropped my shorts. I was now just in my sweaty now semi transparent white jock strap.
"Well man, you must have some serious ass muscles there for a guy of your age!" The man said.
I instinctively pushed my butt out a little as I smiled and blushed, not really knowing what to say but liking the attention, I could tell
he was staring at my big butt.
"Aww thanks, err mister?" I said. I turned back to face him and his hand was now on his long phallus, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He released it, and it seemed a little bigger than before.
"Oh sorry, I should have said. My name is Gabe, Gabe Priestly. Pleased to meet you." He put his hand out that had just been holding his big dick and I instinctively reached shook it. Nate looked on amused. Gabes cock bounced a little as he gripped my hand, it was really impressive and seemingly bigger than ever.
"Are you another of Lark's boys?" He nodded to Nate who acknowledged with a grin, everyone called Dad Lark instead of his first name, Saul.
I just grinned in my usual teenage way and my gaze again dropped to his large meat. I realised I was being very rude, barely able to speak. I quickly turned to face my locker and busied myself with preparations for the spa. I was tempted to sniff my hand.
I heard Gabe whistle quietly, and I realised that he was staring at my ass again.
"Wow kid, that really is some buff bubble you got there!"
Nate walked over, now just in his favourite red jock. "You should feel it dude, my brother has the firmest ass this side of Kansas!" He said.
"You don't mind, do you bro?"
I wasn't sure if i minded in all honesty, but I was enjoying the attention and didn't want it to stop.
"Errm isn't that a bit like gay tho?" I said to Nate, looking for reassurance; no one except my brothers and Daddy had ever touched my butt before. Nate now ran his hair through my golden curls, which were matted back against my scalp from working out so hard on the floor.
"It's cool" Nate said, "Gabe's been a member here for years, he's squeezed my biceps many a time, you can trust him." I relaxed, if Nate trusted this guy, so could I, plus I was kind of curious to see how another man touching my behind felt.
"W,well okay sure. Go ahead." I felt a little thrill in my groin at the idea of being touched by this ripped guy with such a bigger manhood than myself."
Nate directed me to kneel up on the bench and arch my back with my hands against the lockers, so stuck my butt out and up like I was doing a press up.
"Nice kid, you've a real sport." Gabe stepped up a little closer and placed his hand firmly onto my right cheek, only covered by the single strap of my jock strap.
I felt a slight jolt from having a stranger touch my virgin butt. It went right through to my cock which immediately started to swell, I felt embarrassed but figured it was only a natural reaction for a teenage boy to be stimulated by physical contact.
He whistled again, but this time it was a little deeper and longer.
He squeezed and i couldn't help but wiggle my butt a little for him to show how strong my glutes were.
"Wow kid they feel even more impressive than they look." Gabe's voice now sounded kind of mesmerised, then before i knew it he'd got both hands on my pert cheeks.
I was wondering what someone who walked into the changing rooms might think was going on if they saw the three of us right now, but I quickly lost that train of thought.
"Ooh" I said suddenly as Gabe started to work my ass with his fingers in some kind of massage technique.
"This is just unbelievable kid. Your ass is firmer that a chicks, yet your skin is so soft. I gotta get a closer look" Gabe sounded totally different now, his voice was deep and longing. Nate piped up.
"Here man, let me help you."
Then he did something I wasn't expecting. Nate came up next to me and pressed his big hands onto my cheeks too. Any remaining softness from my boycock disappeared. I now had four hands kneading my bubble butt, it felt awesome my inhibitions were swept away in a tide of teenage horniness.
I turned my head round to see what they were doing and was caught off guard by Nate, I couldn't not notice that he now had a noticeable bulge in his jock pouch.
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End of Chapter 1
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