The following contains material of an adult nature, specifically consensual sexual contact between men. If you do not wish to be exposed to such material, or are legally prohibited from doing so, DO NOT PROCEED. Certain acts depicted do not conform to safe-sex guidelines. The first part of this story takes place in the late seventies, before the AIDS epidemic, and should be viewed from that perspective.
Tales from the Weight Room
by K.W. Bennett
Chapter Six: It Was a Dark and Stormy Night...
Ian and I finished cleaning up, and all traces of the hot three-way were soon obliterated. We dressed and sat on the floor with our backs leaning against the wall.
Jordan had rolled up his cum-stained sweat pants and put them in his bag. He was wearing a pair of cut-off jean shorts which tightly hugged his massive thighs. He was shirtless, and was wearing sneakers with no socks.
We watched as he moved to the leg press station of the machine. He sat on the padded seat and moved his legs into position over the weight pedals.
I couldn't see where the pin was placed, but at least two-thirds of the weight bars rose and fell as he strained against the resistance.
The muscles of his thighs and calfs were bulging with the effort, and the veins in his legs stood out in sharp relief.
As he pushed the pedals forward, his abs tightened and all six rectus abdominus muscles bulged outward. When he returned to the starting position, they became less prominent, but still distinctly visible.
After a set of ten he rested, then completed two more sets and stood beside the machine.
Ian was watching him in awe, his eyes glued to the rippling muscles on this luscious teen-god. Ian's prick was tenting his shorts, and Jordan eyed it with a smirk.
"Better be careful there Red. You might put someone's eye out with that thing!"
Ian colored and stammered out,
"S-s-s-s-sorry J-j-j-j-j-jordan! I-I-I-I-I-I-I've n-n-never been able t-t-t-t-to wa-wa-wa-watch anyone as h-h-h-hot as y-y-y-you before!"
"No sweat dude! I'm only joshing ya. What's with the stutter?"
I put my hand on Ian's shoulder.
"He gets like that when he's nervous. It'll go away once he's more comfortable with you. Right Ian?"
"Right Keith." He said, visibly making an effort to control himself. "I can control it most times, but when I'm embarrassed or scared, it just happens."
Jordan fixed him with one of his killer smiles.
"Well, Red. Don't pay any attention to me. I'm all bark and no bite. I'm pretty much finished here. What say we grab a quick shower and wait for Danny Boy outside?"
I looked at my watch.
"It's almost seven. He'll be here soon."
Jordan laughed.
"There's somethin' you should know about our boy Danny. He's never on time for anything. The bottom of his gym bag is lined with pink attendance slips, and I've said more than once he'll be late for his own funeral. If you want him to be anywhere on time, tell him to be there half an hour before the real time. We'll have time for a shower and a smoke before he shows his face, grinning, making excuses, and swearing it won't happen again."
Ian and I laughed at that, then rose from the floor and joined Jordan as he headed for the door.
Once in the locker room, we stripped and showered quickly. As we toweled off, I glanced at Jordan and, after he checked to see Ian's back was turned, he gave me the 'thumbs up' and pointed to the red-haired boy.
I was glad to see Jordan liked him, and was confident Dan would too. We dressed and left the locker room.
Jordan pulled a set of keys from his pocket and locked the door behind us.
"You've got keys?" I asked.
"Yeah, Dan and I both have a set."
"Where'd you get them?"
"When I was training for the competition, Coach Lavois arranged it. It wasn't fair on the custodians to have to drop what they were doing to let me in, and Dan was training with me, so we both got keys."
"Makes sense. Ian and I both have keys to the Council office, and a set for the Boy's Entrance doors."
We had moved outside while we were talking, and I checked my watch. Jordan asked,
"What time you got?"
"It's about seven-thirty."
"He should be along any time now."
The night was cool, and there were heavy clouds rolling in from the west. I looked up and said,
"Looks like we're in for a thunderstorm."
"Yeah," said Ian "the weather guy said last night there was a storm front moving in."
A black panel van pulled into the parking lot as Ian finished, and I could see Dan behind the wheel. Jordan smiled and said,
"Cool! He brought the van."
Dan pulled up in front of us and Jordan slid the side panel open. Dan was grinning, and said,
"Welcome to Heaven on Wheels!"
I looked inside and saw that the interior was fully equipped with accessories. There were two high-backed bucket seats in the front for the driver and a passenger. The cabin was padded with studded brown leatherette, and there were two couches built into the sides of the van on either side of a table which was bolted to the floor. The posts of the table each had a pin in a hole about halfway up. These could be removed to allow the table to be lowered to the level of the couch seats. There was a swivel chair bolted to the floor behind the driving area, within easy reach of a kick-ass stereo system which was comprised of a cassette deck, AM/FM radio, and an equalizer with flashing lights. There were six speakers embedded in the walls. The wall facing the open door contained the cabinet with the stereo, and a low double-door unit with a gas stove and heater. I stood gaping with amazement. Dan laughed.
"Put your eyes back in your head, Keith."
"Is this yours?"
"Yep. Got the pink slip in the glove box."
"I didn't know you had a van."
"Yeah, well I don't bring it to school, cause everyone and their second cousin would want a ride and I'm kinda particular about who I take out in it. Hey, Ian! How's it hangin'?"
Ian blushed, took a deep breath and said,
"Fine Dan. How're you?"
"Fan-fucking-tastic! Hop in guys."
We climbed aboard, and Jordan pulled the sliding door closed after us. He threw himself on one of the couches, Ian sat in the swivel chair, and I moved to the passenger seat.
Dan leaned over, put his arm around my neck, and kissed me.
"Have a good time, lover?"
"Great. Thanks again Dan."
"Yeah, thanks a lot Dan." Ian said.
"Not a problem guys. There aren't many of us around, and we gotta stick together. I'm looking forward to hearing about it later, if Ian doesn't mind."
Ian smiled.
"I don't mind at all."
"Great." said Dan, "Why don't we go pick up some food and go down by the lake? I've got a percolator in the cabinet and we can fix up some coffee or tea afterwards."
"Sounds good to me." Jordan said from the back.
Ian and I agreed, and Dan drove out of the parking lot.
We stopped at McDonalds to pick up the food, then drove to a park at the foot of the bluffs to eat. As we pulled into the parking lot, several peals of thunder and flashes of lightning could be heard and seen in the distance.
During the meal, Ian told the story about Coop in the shower, and I told Dan about our sexual escapades in the weight room.
Ian relaxed visibly as the meal progressed, and was completely at ease by the time it was finished. Dan and Jordan ribbed him a little about his stammer, but it had become a point of pride for him to control it. Apart from the odd stutter at the beginning of sentences, it didn't reappear.
When the meal was finished, I took the bags to a waste basket in the parking lot. Dan was removing a coffee perk from the cupboard under the stove when I got back. As I prepared to re-enter the van, Dan stopped me and asked,
"Could you turn on the propane tank before you come back in?"
"Sure thing."
There were two tanks on a platform at the back of the van and, after removing the cover, I turned the knob on the tank with the hose attached to it. A slight hissing noise, and a little jump of the hose indicated the propane was flowing into the line. I returned to the door.
"Mission accomplished. You may fire when ready, sir!"
I re-entered the van, and when I closed the door, the sound of heavy rainfall could be heard striking the roof.
Dan lit the pilot for the stove, then switched on one of the burners.
"Who's for coffee?" he said.
Jordan and I indicated we'd like coffee, and Ian asked if he could have tea.
Dan pulled a kettle from the cabinet, and filled it with water from a jug in the other side.
I was still amazed at all the appointments in the van. While we waited for the water to boil, I asked Dan,
"Did you fix this all up yourself?"
"I redecorated and added the stereo, but the basic design is my uncle's."
"Your uncle's?"
"Yeah, before my aunt died, she and Uncle George used to drive all over the country in this thing. They loved to travel, but it started to get too expensive to stay in motels all the time. George bought the van and had it fixed up with the stove and heater. There's a plug for an external electricity line on the side of the van, and batteries under that left couch for when they weren't able to find a campsite." "He installed all the other fixtures himself. When Auntie Grace died, he never took it out again, but he couldn't bring himself to get rid of it. When I got my license, he asked me if I wanted it.
He remembered how much fun I used to have when they took me camping, and told me he was sure Aunt Grace would be happy if she knew I was enjoying it. I jumped at the chance, and used the earnings from my summer job to pay for the plates and insurance, and to make the renovations.
There used to be windows all along the sides, but Jordy and I combed the junkyards and found the panels we needed. My other uncle, my Mom's brother, is a body repair guy. He did the work for free in his spare time. His boss bought the window panels, and I used the money to buy the stereo and the leatherette.
Jordy and I spent last summer finishing it up and reconditioning the engine. We christened her 'Heaven on Wheels', and spent the weekends cruising around up north, camping out and having sex."
The whistle on the kettle began to blow, and Dan rose to make the beverages.
In a few minutes, we each had a steaming mug before us and we settled back in our seats. The aroma of fresh coffee filled the van, and I noticed the scent of bergamot rising from Ian's cup.
"Earl Grey?"
"Yeah, that was Aunt Grace's favorite." Dan replied. "Now back to business. So you really saw Coop wanking in the shower, eh Ian?"
"Oh yeah! Man, that was so hot! I haven't seen many hard dicks, but that thing was huge! He couldn't wrap his whole hand around it, it was so thick!"
"Jeez, I'd love to know what that would feel like up my ass!" said Jordan.
"Get in line buddy." said Dan. "Besides, you've had two cocks up that greedy hole already! I still can't believe you could take it."
"It hurt more than the first time I got fucked, but it was fantastic! I could feel both their pricks sliding back and forth, and it was an almost constant pressure on my prostate. As soon as one pulled away, the other one was touching it. I really had to fight to keep from cumming, but when I did, I put that cum factory of yours to shame. I can't wait to try it again!"
"Down Simba!" I said, eyeing the growing erection in Jordan's pants. "We're here to help out Ian. We can talk about 'the hole that never sleeps' later. So now you've had sex with another guy Ian, how do you feel?"
"It's funny. It's like there was a part of me missing, but I didn't know it, couldn't recognize it wasn't there. Now I feel like I'm whole for the first time in my life. There was just such a feeling of 'rightness' when I had your dick in my mouth, when my cock was up your ass, it all just felt so liberating. I feel like I lost something, but gained something so much more valuable."
"I know how you feel, we all do." I said. "All the pain and fear of being alone, being the only one, disappeared when Dan took me in his arms and made love to me."
Dan reached out and put his arm around me.
"It was the same for Jordy n' me our first time. We talked about it after and said almost the same things."
"Yeah," Jordan said, "even though we were both fairly popular, we always felt we didn't belong somehow. Oh yeah, girls were swooning over our muscles and everything, but it didn't matter. Sure, I was flattered to be admired, but it never got down inside me, it didn't make a difference how many of them I fucked, I always came away feeling like something was missing."
"How did your first time happen?"
Jordan looked at Dan.
"Should I tell it, or do you wanna?"
"I'll do it. It was our first year in high school, and we stuck pretty close together. We joined the football team, went to a few parties, got to know some people, the usual niner crap. We double dated a lot, and got the reputation of being lady killers and big time scorers.
The clerk at the motel up the road from here got to know us on a first name basis. We never went there together, but the guy was in grade thirteen and knew us from school. His dad owned the motel."
"Anyway, we put the moves on quite a few chicks, and talked about it afterwards. It never came out in words, but we could both sense there was something not quite right.
We'd experimented with one another sexually a few years earlier when we hit puberty, but it was just foolin' around. Or so we thought."
"One day in June of our first year, Jordy and I were working out in the weight room. We were shootin' the shit about the girls we were seeing at the time, I was spotting Jordy while he bench pressed, this was before the machine, and he was tellin' me about this weird thing Cindy did that turned him on.
I wasn't really paying attention. I was watching the muscles in his arms flex as he pumped the weights, thinking that I'd really like to feel them wrapped around me. I was shocked at the implication of the thought, when I noticed he was getting aroused. His cock was hard and tenting his shorts, and mine was well on its way to doing the same."
'Hey! Danny! D'you hear me?' he said.
'Wh-what?' I replied.
'I said, she stuck her finger up my ass!'
'No shit!'
'Yeah, and it felt pretty good. I'm gettin' hard thinkin' about it.' He noticed my hard-on tenting my shorts. He stood up and faced me.
'If you didn't hear me, how come you're gettin' a boner?' With a movement too quick for me to stop him, he reached out and grabbed my swollen cock. I was shocked, but thrilled at the same time. Without thinking I grabbed his dick, and we stood staring into each other's eyes. Jordy leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. I felt like I'd been burned. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him to me, my chest pressing against his abs as I craned my neck upwards to maintain the lip- lock.
We were caught up in the moment. Our hands moved randomly, touching cocks, asses, backs, necks, in a frenzy of lust.
Jordy pulled my shorts down and I did the same to him. We started jacking each other, our hands being warmed by the heat from our throbbing pricks.
Without thinking, I knelt down and took Jordy's hard cock in my mouth. He let out a gasp and I could feel his knees buckle.
We fell to the floor, and I twisted around into the sixty-nine position. Jordy grabbed the base of my cock, and shoved as much of it as he could into his mouth. I groaned and increased my sucking speed.
Jordy reached his hand around to my ass and started to knead my cheeks while he kept a steady rhythm going, bobbing up and down on my prick.
He poked a finger into my crack and rubbed my pucker.
The sensation drove me crazy! I did the same thing to him, then spit- slicked an index finger and slowly pushed it into his rosebud."
"He started moaning, and the vibration on my cock took me to an even higher level of arousal.
Jordy slicked up one of his fingers and stuck in my pucker.
There we were, lying on the floor of the weight room with each other's cocks in our mouths, and getting finger fucked.
In no time we were both on the brink, so we pulled the cocks from our mouths, and jacked each other off.
I'm not exaggerating when I say my orgasm was the most intense I'd ever had.
Jordy had started licking my balls, and when I came, his hair and the back of his neck were drenched in spooge.
As the last drops of my load dripped onto his already soaked hair, Jordy tensed and let fly sticky ropes of cum onto my chest and stomach.
We collapsed, drained and exhausted."
Ian and I listened to this story with amazement.
"What happened next?" Ian asked.
"We just lay there for a minute or two" said Jordan, "then we cleaned up as best we could, got dressed, and started talking. We agreed that what had happened was long overdue, and both of us admitted we had found the missing piece of the puzzle that had made our sexual experiences with girls fall flat."
"We faced up to the fact we both liked guys" Dan said, "and confessed to each other we were gay. It was sudden, but a real relief. All the questions, the feelings of being different, were explained by the contentment we felt after having sex together."
We sat back and sipped our drinks, each of us lost in the remembrance of what the moment of liberation felt like.
For Ian, that moment was only hours in the past. Mine had occurred almost four days ago. Dan and Jordan had been living with it for almost three years.
Ian finished his tea, and put the cup back on the table.
"So how come you guys aren't a couple?"
Dan, Jordan and I exchanged smiles. Jordan leaned over and put his arm around Ian.
"Cause after a while we realized there was something missing again. We had wild sex, and were pushing the boundaries all the time, but there was something not quite right. Danny Boy stumbled on the answer right here in this park one night."
"What was it?" Ian asked.
"Jordy and I were down here one night that first summer." Dan said, "We'd discovered how much we both liked to get fucked, and doin' it outside was a real turn on. We had brought a blanket, and were hidden in the bushes on the other side of the park. I'd just fucked Jordy for the second time that night, and we were laying back havin' a smoke. I got up to go take a piss, and when I was on my way back, I stumbled across a guy jerking off while watching a couple screwing a little further down the path.
He didn't see me, so I ducked behind a bush and watched. The guy was bigger in the belly than Keith, and he had a little less hair on him. His dick wasn't big, maybe five inches or so, but it was really thick. It looked like a pop can with a ball on the top.
I couldn't explain it, but I was gettin' real turned on watching this guy jerk off. I wanted to rub my hands over his belly and squeeze his tits. I was aching to suck his cock and to feel his mouth on mine.
I snuck back to where Jordy was waiting and told him what I'd seen. We both carefully crept back to where he was and watched him finish himself off."
"We were so horny after that" Jordan said, "that we jerked each other off right there where we were hiding. We returned to the blanket and talked about what we saw. We both confessed to being turned on by the guy, and realized what was missing from our sex life. We both liked chubby guys."
"But why?" Ian asked.
"Speaking for myself" Jordan said, "I can look at myself in the mirror anytime I want. Muscles only turn me on when they're my own. I can look at myself and be proud of what I've achieved. When I look at another guy who's built like me, I can admire him from a technical point of view, but I can't separate the two and get into sex with the guy. I'm always thinking of what he can do to improve this or that area, or reminding myself to ask how he developed a specific body part. It's a real bucket of cold water when you're tryin' to get into having sex."
"But what about Dan?" I asked.
"He's different. I've known him since we were kids, and he's special to me. We've been through a lot together, and I can concentrate on the person."
"I just love the feel of chubby guys." Dan said. "The way you feel as if you're joining together with them when you take them in your arms. I love the softness surrounding me when I'm with a chubby fella. You see what I'm sayin'?"
"I think so." Ian said. "Jordan likes them cause they're different, and you like them cause of how they feel."
"You got it. Anybody want some more to drink?"
Jordan and I asked for more coffee, Ian declined another cup of tea.
"If have another cup I'll have to take a massive piss, and I don't want to have to go outside in the rain. Listen to it. It sounds like bullets hitting the roof!"
We all sat silently, listening to the rain fall onto the van, and the howling of the wind. Thunder clapped intermittently, and at times sounded like it was right over our heads. Every so often a flash of lightning would light up the front windows of the van, and the landscape around the parking lot would become clearly visible for a fraction of a second. Ian shivered, and said,
"This is like being at camp. Anyone know any good ghost stories?"
"Ghost stories?!" laughed Jordan, "Red, you are one funny guy! I can think of something much better to do than sittin' around tellin' ghost stories!"
Jordan began rubbing his crotch meaningfully. Ian blushed at the rebuke, but noticed what Jordan was doing and realized the implication behind it.
We were all feeling pretty horny, and Dan reached out and turned off the burner on the stove.
"Guess coffee'll have to wait till later!"
He leaned forward and wrapped me in an embrace, kissing me wildly. Jordan rose from the couch and pulled Ian up from the swivel chair and into his massive arms.
Before we could get into any really intense action, there was a pounding on the door of the van.
End of Chapter Six.
Coming Soon: Chapter Seven: Things That Go Bump In The Night!
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