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Part 1
I had seen them several times working out at the gym. Wrestlers, they were built like. Muscles everywhere, with especially broad shoulders and big arms and legs. Mid-20s? Hard to tell--I'm really bad at ages. Anyway, somewhat to my surprise, they always nodded to me when I passed them on the weights and occasionally spoke. I say surprised, because I'm over 40 and although I lift weights some, my muscles mostly come from construction work and farm work, not working out in a gym. So, they're for use, not for show. Plus, these boys could probably have had almost anyone they wanted, looking the way they did.
I eventually learned their names were Randy and Cody. Both were tall, dark haired, with square faces, and way muscled--looked like they could pick up a small car. Randy had a cool-ass tribal tattoo around his left arm. Both usually wore black shorts or speedo-type things to work out in.
One day, I was going past Randy to lift, and he was alone. He spoke up and asked if I'd spot him. I said sure but asked where Cody was.
"Aw, he's out chasing tail," Randy said, shaking his head. I laughed and came up to him, put my hand on his big, muscled shoulder, and asked why he wasn't doing the same thing. "None of the guys here are really my type," he said. "Well," he modified that, "damn few anyway." And he gave me a long, hard look--like it was my fault he couldn't get laid or something.
"Sorry, dude, but maybe you'll get lucky later. If you're gonna lift, let's get going," I said. He just looked hard at me, then shook his head, smiled, and lay down on the nearest bench.
He started lifting, up and down, his muscles cording, his breathing heavy but controlled. After 10 reps, he took a break, and I noticed a young, blond kid watching him while pretending to do some curls. Well, I guess he was actually doing a few, but his major interest was clearly Randy, not the curls. Not that I blamed him, but I didn't know whether Randy was into twinks or not, and this kid couldn't have been much over 22.
I turned back from the kid to Randy to find him staring at my crotch. As I looked, he licked his lips and one of his hands drifted over to his own bulge. I couldn't believe it, so I just looked at him staring at my package as he rubbed his own. I chuckled and shook my head, and that seemed to break the spell.
"Busted!" he said, with a grin and a shake of his own head. "So, you um wanna take a break back in the steam room? We could work some of the soreness out of our muscles."
"Dude, my muscles aren't sore. I haven't gotten to lift yet."
"Oh," he grinned, "I can see one that looks like it could use a massage."
I shook my head again but grinned and said, "Dude, if you wanna take a break, I'm game."
He got up and as he went by me toward the steam room, he rubbed his hand up and down against my cock. He leaned his head into mine as he paused a moment, rubbing me, and said, "Goddam, you're hot, sir."
`Sir?' What the fuck? Is this stud really a bitch inside? Is he looking for a daddy to put him on his knees? Shit, this could be fun.
I slapped him on his ass as he turned to walk away. He wiggled his butt afterwards, whether in appreciation or inviting some more, I wasn't sure yet. I followed him back to the steam room and watched as he stripped off his shorts and hung them on a peg by the door. "Meh, what the fuck?" I thought and took off my own, hanging them over his.
I went in, and clouds of steam poured out of the door at me. Randy was waiting not far inside. He made sure I saw him and then went to the back and around a corner. When I got there, I saw him pushing away the hand of somebody who was on an upper bench trying to grope his pecs. As I came up to him, I noticed he was getting nice and stiff, and he had a nice big dick, thick and prolly 8 inches long or so, sticking out along his well- muscled thigh.
My own 7 and a half inches were starting to get hard, and as Randy noticed, he licked his lips and reached out for it. He stroked it a few times, bringing me up close to his hot body, and then leaned over, sucking my mushroom head into his mouth.
"Holy fuck!" I heard a young voice say. I looked around and it was the twink from the weight room. He was pulling his own cock, a big one, his eyes bugging out watching this hot stud suck me. I put my hand on Randy's head and pulled it farther down my shaft.
"Suck it, boy, suck it," I encouraged him. I heard moaning from behind me and assumed the twink liked what he saw. Randy responded to the encouragement by sliding to his knees on the steam-room floor and taking more of my now-rock-hard cock in his new position. "Yeah, take it, cocksucker, take my fucking rod," I told him, more aggressively than before. I became aware that not all the moans were from the twink, as my new stud bitch started moaning around the cock in his throat and beating his own meat.
I looked over at the twink, whose eyes were glazed over in lust as his hand worked up and down his own big dick. "Down on the floor, bitch, and suck my stud!" I told him. He looked hesitantly at me, so I grabbed his shoulder and pushed down hard. He got the point and dropped immediately to his knees. Of course, since Randy was on his own knees working his hot mouth up and down my own rod, the twink couldn't really get to his cock. "Lie on the floor, bitch!" I told him. The boy immediately lay on his back and scooted his head up to my wrestler bitch's legs. Randy spread his legs to give the boy access to his balls, dropping them into the boy's open mouth when his head got close enough.
Hot! The twink had my new bitch's balls in his mouth while Randy jacked his massive cock. The twink was jerking his own big cock while Randy was sucking up and down my own shaft, burying his face in my pubes periodically as he deepthroated my big prick, coming back off of it when he started gagging, leaving a big wad of throat slime all over my rod when he pulled back.
I reached over at one point and started massaging the twink's ball sack with my foot while he kept jacking his own dick and sucking the wrestler's ball sack in his mouth. Both the twink and the wrestler were moaning, and I was pretty sure they weren't the only ones. When the noise of the steam fans shut off, I could hear a lot of flesh-slapping- flesh sounds, and as I looked around I saw that most of the other guys in the steam room were jerking off--except for the ones that had found their own cocksuckers in the dimness.
Randy pulled his balls out of the twink's mouth and said, "Suck me, bitchboy," taking his mouth briefly off my cock to tell the little bitch what he wanted. As the twink raised up on one elbow, turning sideways to be able to get high enough off the floor to get that big wrestler dick in his mouth, I grabbed my cock and slapped my wrestler on the cheek with it.
"Back to work, boy!" I commanded him in a stern voice. And then I grabbed his head with both hands and guided his head back onto my cock, using the hot wrestler's mouth like my own personal jack-off toy. Once he'd gotten his rhythm established again, I let go of his head and reached down to twist his big tits. Twisting them, kneading them, rolling them between my thumb and fingers, making the wrestler boy on my cock moan even more.
Next thing I knew, there was a guy bent almost double on the floor, sucking the twink's cock while he tried to get as much of the wrestler's cock in his mouth as he could. Meanwhile, I pushed Randy's mouth off my cock a minute. He used the opportunity to suck some spit back in his mouth as he looked at me quizzically.
"So, you like that, bitch boy? You like being on your knees for me, wrestler boy?"
"Yessir, I love it, sir. You're such a fucking stud, sir. I've wanted you for several weeks now. Cody kept telling me to go for it, but I never had the nerve til today."
Wow. Who knew there was a hot bitch in this stud wrestler's body? "Well, then get back to work, bitch," I growled and shoved his head back on my cock. "Take it boy, work my cock like the slut you are. Make me cum, you fucking bitch." I grabbed his head and started using it like a fucktoy, sliding his hot sexy mouth back and forth as it wrapped around my rock-hard dick. Every third stroke or so, I plunged my cock into his throat, grinding my pubes against his square-jawed face until he gagged.
It wasn't long before I could feel the pressure building up in my balls. I shot my first spurt in his mouth, coating the inside of his mouth with my sperm, then pulled out and squirted the rest all over his head and face, marking this hot stud as my bitch. Meanwhile, the twink was spurting all over his belly and chest as his erstwhile cocksucker was jacking the boy's big dick while he was cumming. He'd let Randy's cock out of his mouth as he lay twisting in lust on the ground, panting and moaning while he came.
My wrestler bitch was close himself, because after I finished marking his bitch face, he grabbed his own rock-hard dick and stroked himself until he erupted all over the face and chest of the twink on the floor below him.
I could hear other slapping sounds of flesh on flesh and other groans of "Fuck, I'm cumming!" from other parts of the room as our spectacular climax pushed a bunch of the other guys over the edge.