The following is a work of fiction that depicts sexual acts between male adults. It is intended for an audience of 18 years or older. Comments welcome, please enjoy.
================================================================== Training Week: Day 3 (written by Fireboy) ==================================================================
The following night we took the trainees out for dinner at the nicest restaurant I knew of in Charlotte. I made Danny sit at the other end of the table so that we each had a group of trainees to entertain. Many of the them were from small towns, so this was a good opportunity to impress them. Our job was to train, but also to sell them on the company and the product. In my experience this is done most efficiently with liquor.
Between the tasting courses, the wine flights, the after dinner drinks, and the cheese plate, it was after midnight before the restaurant finally closed its doors behind us. As we headed back to the hotel, my mind jumped to what had happened with Danny last night, and I wondered what tonight would be like. But we weren't as drunk this time. Right?
Danny was already shucking off his jacket and shirt in the hotel's hallway, and had stripped naked just after getting through the door of the room. I admired his tight, round little ass from behind as he leaned over to rummage through his duffel bag for clean boxers.
"I didn't get my workout today," I said, "so I'm hitting the gym downstairs. You coming?" I opened my own suitcase to find my running shorts and started changing into them.
"Sure!" Danny said. "I think I also have some workout clothes in here." He continued his rummaging and produced a pair of thin nylon gym shorts of his own, along with a skin-tight black tank top. He slid these on while I watched, his long cock visible even from behind, wagging between his legs as he dressed.
The gym facility in the hotel basement turned out to be large, well equipped, and completely empty at that hour on a Wednesday. Danny headed over to a surprisingly complete set of free weights, while I selected the closest treadmill and hopped on for a run.
"Wait, you're just going to jog?" Danny said with a laugh. He picked up a crossbar and started stacking some large weights onto it. I watched his thick arms flex as he picked up the now heavy barbell. He held it at his waist and then curled it with both arms, his biceps bulging under the strain.
"Yeah, today is a cardio day for me," I said. "I don't usually do strength while I'm traveling." He rolled his eyes at me and then did another curl, not holding the bar very evenly. I watched him as I jogged on.
"Well I like to lift whenever I can," Danny said. "Gotta stay big and strong!" He grunted under the weight of another curl.
"You've certainly gotten big," I replied, eying him. "But you need a better workout if you want to be stronger." He stopped and looked at me, setting the bar down.
"Okay, Mister Jogger, but I'm stronger than you, obviously."
"Actually, Mister Biceps," I said with a smirk, stopping my jog and turning towards him, "I bet you're not."
"What?"
"I bet you're not stronger than me," I said. "In fact I bet I can arm-wrestle you to the floor, right now. What do you say? Loser has to set up the training room tomorrow."
"You're on!" Danny grinned a mischievous grin. "Let's go."
There was no suitable table so we just lay down on the training mat, facing each other. I held up my hand and he grasped it in his, biceps already flexing. I could feel his hot breath against the back of my wrist as he gripped my hand.
"On three," I said. "One... two... three!"
Suddenly Danny strained hard against my arm, hoping to pin me down with a surprise initial burst of strength, as rookies often do. I let him push all his strength against me, not pushing back but also not giving him any ground.
I looked straight into his eyes as I withstood the force of his arm and shoulder, looking calm as his face turned redder. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He was looking at the mat, wincing with effort and concentration, but after a while he returned my gaze.
"Shit!" he gasped. "You're not even trying!" He pushed harder again and I had to redouble my effort not to be knocked over. Then, slowly but unstoppably, I began to push his hand down toward the floor.
Danny winced even more as he tried to resist, but his strength was gone and I knew he was mine. With a final gasp I pounded his arm into the mat. Knowing he was beaten, he began to get up, but I held him there on the floor for another second, just so that he would know that I could.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed, panting and flopping onto his back. "How the hell did you do that? You're so skinny!"
"Not everyone who is strong has bulging muscles," I said. "Anyway, you should have taken a closer look before betting against me." I pulled off my shirt and gave a little flex. A look of surprise crossed his face, and in the mirror I could see what I was showing him.
With my shirt off, my six pack and toned chest were clearly visible. My biceps and triceps stood out distinctly under the fluorescent gym lights as I tensed them.
"Wow, I can see every little muscle in your whole body!" Danny looked with new appreciation at my toned chest, arms, and legs, which he seemed to notice for the first time. "You do look strong, I guess. How did you do that?"
"Same as you," I said. "I work out. But I don't get huge the way you do, and I focus on strength. I could show you a better training schedule, if you want."
"I would like that," he said, flashing his adorable, goofy grin again.
"But after my run."
Forty minutes later, we hit the showers. The locker room area was deserted, so I dispensed with bathroom etiquette and shrugged my sweaty shirt and shorts off, dropping them where I stood onto the tile floor.
Danny did the same, peeling his soaked tank top up off of his stomach to reveal that little line of fur leading down into his shorts. I suddenly remembered how his stomach had felt under my fingertips last night, and I began to get slightly hard. Danny dropped his tank top to the floor and stepped out of his shorts as well, now naked and perfect in front of me. I looked away.
"Not shy, remember?" He said with a smirk, and walked past me into the large group shower. He gave my ass a little smack as he went. I winced and returned fire, smacking his firm butt as he tried to dance out of the way, laughing.
"Jesus, how the hell did you beat me," he said as he turned the shower on. I stepped up to the nozzle next to him and turned that one on, too. Cold water blasted my chest for a moment, which felt good after the sweaty run in the hot gym. Then it warmed up.
"Do I really have to do the stupid setup? While you sleep in, I suppose?" He gave me an exhausted, plaintive look.
"Damn right," I said. "You lost, you can go down there an hour early and fiddle with the damned projector. Enjoy!" I chuckled and reached for the shampoo.
"Ugh, it will take so much longer without you. This kinda sucks," he complained. "And you knew you'd win, didn't you?"
"I figured I would, yeah," I replied. "I could tell from the weight you were doing that I was stronger than you. And anyway there's a trick to arm wrestling. I'm surprised you're not better at it, being a younger brother." Danny was lathering up his naked, wet body now, running his hands absent-mindedly over his neck, chest, thighs, balls, and cock. I realized I was staring again.
"I was just hoping to get some real sleep tonight," he went on. "But now I have to get up even earlier."
I watched him, looking at the floor as he complained under the shower's spray. He really did seem sad about having to do setup. I figured it would be a harmless bet but he seemed really bummed. I felt bad, but also a bit annoyed that he was making such a big deal out of this. Then I had an idea. I don't know if what I did next was because of the sight of him naked and wet, or if it was the wine from the restaurant. I turned toward him.
"Look, if you don't want to do it, perhaps you can work off your bet some... other way." I slid my hand down to my cock, which was starting to plump up as I thought about what I was about to do. Danny watched my hand and gave a start as it dawned on him what I meant.
"Oh!" he exclaimed. "Oh," he said again. He seemed to consider it. "Well, I could really use the rest."
"You will sleep well after this," I said, stepping toward him. "I promise."
Danny tentatively reached out, touching my cock with his fingers. After a moment he wrapped his hand more firmly around the head of my cock and gave it a little stroke. I could feel the heat of his palm between my legs as he held me. I was hardening but his cock was soft, or even a little bit smaller than it had been before. I could tell he was pretty nervous.
"That feels nice, Danny," I said. "But it's not quite what I had in mind." I shut the water off.
"It's... it's not?" he jerked his hand away, uncertain.
"Nope. No, I think you can get away with doing something for me that's... a little easier." I put my hands on his shoulders and shoved him downwards; in his surprise his legs buckled easily.
"On your knees, soldier."
Danny fell to his knees, catching himself by grabbing onto my arms as I put weight on his shoulders. I moved my hands to the sides of his head, cradling his chin with both hands. He looked up at me, his face just an inch from my now rock-hard cock.
"Go on," I said. "It won't bite."
Wordlessly, timidly, he parted his lips and took the tip of my cock into his mouth. I could feel his teeth rubbing against the head of my penis as he tried to open wide enough. I winced.
"That's a... start," I said, sliding my hands to the base of his skull on the back of his neck. "But you can do better. Just open real wide and try to relax."
I could feel him open wider as I pulled his head toward me. My cock filled his mouth and I could feel myself pushing down his open throat. He made a small choking sound and tried to push me away, but I held him there, forcing him to take me all the way. He struggled and whimpered.
"You're doing good. Breathe through your nose," I said, and heard a sharp exhale as he did as I commanded. His struggling got a bit weaker.
"There you go," I said soothingly. "That's very good. Just relax your neck. Good. Just relax." he stopped struggling and I slid my cock half way out of his throat, and then back in again. A wave of sensation swept over me as I felt myself sliding into his mouth. Danny inhaled sharply as I pushed back in but otherwise didn't resist.
"Unnngghhh, that is excellent," I moaned. I pulled out of him and then pushed back in again. And again. Twice. Three times. Danny didn't flinch. His breathing was now slow and even as he held onto my hips, bracing himself.
I pushed forward again, harder this time, thrusting my cock into his face as I held him. He took it smoothly, just holding himself there on his knees, submitting to whatever I was going to do to him next.
I pulled out and thrust in again, even harder, burying my cock all the way into his throat. His nose pressed into my stomach as he breathed out again. I began to pound his face rhythmically, now more guiding than forcing his head as I slid my thick penis in and out of him, over and over. I could feel the heat and pressure building up between my legs.
I looked down at Danny. His eyes were closed with concentration as he tried to anticipate my rhythm. His hands grasped my hips tightly, his biceps flexed and bulging from the effort. And beyond his arms I could see his cock, there between his legs, stiff and hard. The little fucker was enjoying this! And he felt so tight.
I had to push his head off of my dick just to keep from cumming right then. He coughed as I pulled out and then looked up at me, a questioning look in his eyes. He was still holding onto me.
Without a word I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him back. He landed with a grunt on his butt, and I had to reach forward quickly to catch him before he cracked his skull against the tile wall of the shower. I knelt in front of him as he slumped against the wall and pinned him there, my hand on his forehead. My cock was now right in front of his face again.
"I don't want to swallow," he whispered hoarsely.
"You won't have to," I said with a smile, and pushed the head of my cock between his lips. This time he took it without fuss, and I moaned as I shoved the rest of it into his mouth again. I started pounding into his throat, faster than ever this time, and I knew I was getting close.
Danny lay there, limply now, just taking me. His cock was so hard that it hovered over his stomach, reaching up past his belly button. Somehow knowing that he was hard, that he was getting off on how I was using him, pinning him there on the floor, making him mine, was just enough to send me over the edge.
My cock swelled one last time, the tightness and heat of my building climax almost overwhelming. With a grunt I pushed my whole body forward into his face, burying my cock completely into his throat as far as it would go.
Then I came. I shuddered and gasped as I blew a thick load of cum straight down his throat. Danny's eyes opened wide in surprise, and he choked a little but he took it. Another wave of orgasm hit me and I sent another spurt of cum into him. And then another.
Gradually I could feel that it was over and I pulled my cock out of his mouth, looking down at him. He looked a little stunned and he had just a little bit of my cum at the corner of his mouth. I smiled.
"There now, see? You didn't have to swallow it."
He looked up at me and seemed to come to his senses. He was still hard, with a droplet of precum just showing on the tip of his cock. He began to get up but I put a hand on his shoulder, more gently this time, and pushed him back to the floor.
"Hang on, kiddo, we're not done yet," I said. "I told you that you'd sleep well after this. You get a turn, too." I grabbed a handful of conditioner from the wall dispenser above my head and then knelt down in front of him.
"This is how it's done," I said. Then I leaned down and took his thick, long cock in my mouth. Danny inhaled sharply but didn't stop me, and I slid my mouth down onto him, letting his large dick head pass through the back of my mouth and down my throat. Danny moaned softly and I could feel him relax.
I began to suck him off, sliding my mouth up and down on his big dick. As I worked I moved my now conditioner-slick hand up between his legs and slid a finger gently between his ass cheeks. My fingertip found his tight little hole and I started to massage it.
Danny flinched, but I moved my other hand to hold him down and he stayed put after that. I was still licking and sucking as much of his cock as I could take as I did this, and after a moment he relaxed and let my finger slide into his ass.
I began to massage his firm prostate, feeling his erection from the back, from inside of him. Danny moaned again and I took his cock even deeper into my throat, sliding in and out, going a little faster each time.
"Oh, god," he managed to say, his eyes shut as he lay against the floor, getting fingered and deep-throated at once. I went faster, and I could feel his ass tightening around my finger as he got close to an orgasm.
"Oh, god," he said again, "I think I'm gonna..." and then he exploded with a grunt, jetting his cum into my mouth in heavy pulses. I could feel him clenching rhythmically around my finger, incredibly tight. I kept sucking his cock as he came, shuddering against the floor, eyes closed. He came and came, and I had to swallow a couple of times to get all of it. It felt like a gallon of his cum I was swallowing.
Eventually he slowed to a stop, and I held him in my mouth for another moment as he softened. Then I let him up.
"Wow, I've never cum like that before," Danny said. "What did you do to me?" He started to stand up.
"Just helping you relax," I said with a smirk. "Come on, let's go to bed. I'm suddenly very tired." I extended a hand and helped him to his feet.
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