Date: Mon, 31 Dec 2001 00:07:01 EST
From: GIDUPGO@aol.com
Subject: Health club workout - #5

Well, I have been working out at the health club for several months now,
and I am beginning to see some really nice results. Comparing my body as
it is now to when I started, I think I have come a long way, but that was
the purpose of joining in the first place. The sex on the side is just a
nice side benefit, which I don't mind at all. I am quite pleased with
what I see in the full length mirrors that surround the workout area, my
body is lean and buff.

Readers may remember that in an earlier exerpt, I mentioned that I keep
my body shaved except for a one inch ring surrounding the root of my
cock. Maybe you wonder why. I'll tell you right here and now.

When you workout and get a nice buff bod, you want to show it off, or at
least I do. But the muscles are not as defined when you are covered with
body hair. When there is no hair on the body, the muscle definition
shows up so much better, especially during the summer months when you can
be out in the sun tanning. Nothing like warm sun tan oil or lotion to
make those muscles just really groove. I am especially proud of the way
my legs have developed. I don't think they are overly done, but they do
have nice muscle tone and what I think is a classic Greek look to them.
But, that's just my opinion, but I haven't had any complaints either.
Also, I say I keep my body and balls and cock shaved, but no way do I use
a razor. There are creams on the market for that and I use them. Most
of them have aloe in them, which really conditions the skin nicely. I
usually cover my body with the cream, wait about ten minutes and then
step into a nice steamy shower. Once I get the water temperature
adjusted, I step into the water and starting with my chest, rub the cream
off and with it, any hair that is there. I usually have to do this on a
weekly basis, ten days between at the most. The feeling of rubbing my
body with that lotion under the shower is just fantastic, and as I work
my way down my body, it gets better the closer I get to my tool box.
Once down there, I just skip that area and turn around so the water is
going down my back, and I start massaging the cream off my ass and backs
of my legs, making sure I get in my asscrack, there is no hair around my
asshole at all. Then I do my legs. After that I come back up to my
crotch and start working around there. I am very careful where I put the
lotion in that area, like I said, I like to keep a one inch ring of hair
around the base of my cock. It looks so cool. Of course by this time, I
am usually sporting a hardon, so with all that lotion and water flowing
over me, I have experienced some really great jack-off sessions in the
shower. but nothing is as good as the real thing with someone else to
bring you off.

Well, back to the story at hand. At this health club, you are assigned
to an advisor who's job it is to set you up on a training program and
then chart your progress from time to time. I guess this particular
evening that I was out there, my advisor decided it was time for my
review. He is going from one guy to the next, those that are assigned to
him, I guess, and chatting at each stop and looking at their workout
charts. Finally he comes to where I am and picks up my chart and looks
it over. I notice his finger go to the date at the top and then move
down the left side. No more dates are there, so I guess he figures maybe
it's time for a review.

He turns to me and says "it doesn't look like you have had a review since
you started here Dave". I look at him and seeing his name tag on his
tight t-shirt, I tell him "Its David, and no, I haven't had a review,
Matt." "Okay, don't get up tight, David". I have this thing that I
don't like people calling me by such a friendly term as "Dave" when I
have hardly met them. After I get to know somebody, then maybe I will
let them do that, but at first meeting, I insist on "David". I only
called him "Matt" because that was what was on his name tag, and at some
places, that name tag isn't even their real name, the company wants their
employees to be anonymous. Well, after that little exchange, he asks me
to finish my workout and then come to his office so we can check out my
progress. I'm okay with that, I really want to see if I have progressed
as far as I think I have.

Now, as a prelude to my office visit, my workout clothes consist of
tennis shoes, white quarter length athletic socks, a t-shirt and shorts,
and the shorts are short. They have only a 3" inseam with snaps up the
outside of the legs so I can unsnap the sides and get as much exposure as
I want. Sometimes if I am feeling particularly sexy, I will unsnap all
of the snaps, from the bottom of the legs to the waistband. Lots of
exposure and freedom to move also.

I finish my workout (the program I am on takes about 45 minutes, if I
really push it) and head out to the reception area and ask directions to
Matt's office. I am shown where to go and go knock on his door. He
answers the door in pretty much the same outfit I have on, which he wears
all the time he is at the club. Only difference is I am sweating and he
is not.

He invites me in and locks the door behind me. I don't think too much of
that, figure it's just routine so that there are no interruptions during
my review. He points to a chair and says "Be seated". I sit down, he
goes around to the other side of his desk and sits down, and rummages
through some papers on his desk. He finally comes up with what he is
looking for and goes over it, then asks me if I think I am getting out of
the club what I wanted when I signed up. I tell him "Yes, look at me, I
sure didn't look like this when I started here." He does look and
smiles, then says, "yeah, I remember when you came in the first time, I
was wondering if you were going to be able to stick with the regimen that
I was planning for you". "What do you mean by that?", I asked, curious
to know what he had been thinking. "When you came in the first time, you
looked like you were scared spitless after we took you through the tour
of the club, and I decided I was going to make you work out like I hadn't
made any one work out. You were so scrawny, I didn't think you would
stick to it."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence" I replied, "but I guess I fooled
you. I was serious about this when I came in here." "I see that" he
says. Then he proceeds to go through my chart from the day when I first
signed up and then says we have to take some measurements so we can
compare my current body with the one I came in with. "I can see just by
looking at you that you have added bulk and muscle since that first day,
but we have to take measurments to see just how much progress you have
made and also to help us in re-working your work out schedule to maintain
what you have, or to help you go on to bigger and better things." I
agreed with that, thought it made sense.

"First of all, we have to measure your body fat, and we do that with
these calipers. We have to pinch your skin in several places and see how
much we can get hold of, the less we can grab, the better." "But you
will have to take off your shirt and shorts" Ooops, I wasn't wearing
anything under my shorts, how was he going to react to that. So I
removed my t-shirt first and stopped, hoping that he would take the
measurements he needed from my arms and chest before asking me to take my
shorts off. No dice, get it all off now.

So there I stood with nothing but my socks and shoes on, and with the air
conditioning blowing on my body, I could feel my self throwing a boner.
Well, he stood there and just looked at me, his eyes just devouring me as
he scanned me from my feet to my crotch, stop, then on up to my chest,
stop, and then my face and back down to my crotch. I was so hard I
thought I was going to shoot off without even being touched by him or
myself.

He came toward me with the calipers and tried to grab some skin on my
chest, with no results, the skin was so tight there he couldn't grasp
it. He moved down to my abs and managed, with a little work, to get a
little bit there. He grunted and said "very good, I'm impressed." I
just thought to myself "You better be." Then he squatted down at my side
and tried to grab some skin on my thighs and calves, but still was not
able to get anything. I was solid.

Then while he was down there, I felt his hand coming up the inside of my
thigh from the back. It felt hot to the touch, especially standing in
the air conditioned office. His hand continued up my thigh until he made
contact with my balls. He slowly squeezed them and gave a little tug on
them. Then he pulled his hand away and came around in front of me, still
squatting down, practically on his knees. Well, by this time, I had him
sort of figured out, and yep, the next thing I knew, he was licking the
precum off the head of my cock. Then he took one hand and started to
milk my cock so that he could lap up all the precum I had. His other
hand went back between my legs up between my ass cheeks. One finger
started exploring back there and stopped right on my asshole. I felt his
finger start to enter me, then he pulled back, then back in again,
repeating this several times until he had his finger in all the way and
was massaging my prostate. I asked him to stop, or I was going to come,
and I didn't want this to end so abruptly, I wanted to drag it out as
long as we could.

He agreed and slowly pulled his mouth off my cock, giving me a quick
little bite on the end of my cockhead as he left me. Then he told me to
stand still while he got a tape measure to measure my chest and waist.
He went to his desk and came up with a tailors tape measure and came
around to measure me. He first put it around my waist and came up
looking at me with a surprised look. "What's wrong" I asked. "Well,
when you came in here, you had a 31" waist, and I am getting 29" now.
You have managed to lose two inches on the waist." I told him that the
sauna and steam room help with that too, it's not just all working out.
Okay, so now he wants to measure my chest. As he reaches around my back
with the tape measure, his tongue brushes against my left nipple. It
immediately gets hard, so he goes for the right one, and that one also
perks right up. "Now we can measure the way it should be done", he says
and brings the tape measure across my chest, right across two very erect
nipples. He looks at the tape measure and says "VERY good". I ask what
he means and what he is getting for measurements. "When you came in
here, your chest wasn't a whole lot larger than your waist, you were
almost straight up and down. You now measure a good 41" at the chest,
which is a considerable improvement."

I tell him that was why I signed up in the first place, to improve my
physique and tone up my muscles. "Well, you sure did that" he says, but
you know you are going to have to keep on working out and adding a little
to your program every so often in order to keep this body of yours
going." I fully agreed.

"Last but not least now, we have to weigh you. By the way, your body fat
readings are excellent, we don't get many guys in here with readings as
good as yours in the same length of time you have been here." "Thanks" I
say.

"Now, we want a real accurate weight reading, so get rid of the shoes and
socks, you are all I want on that scale." I take of my shoes and socks,
and notice that I am still hard as a rock and standing straight up at
attention and still dripping precum. He notices also and says, "here,
let me take care of that for you before you get on the scale" and stoops
down and quickly tongues my cockhead, slurping up all the juice in one
swoop.

He tells me the scale is against the wall behind me, just go over and get
on it, he will be right over. I turn around and head for the scale,
really curious to see what my weight has done in these few months of
working out. I hear him rummaging around in a desk drawer, but don't
look around, I figure he is just getting pen and paper to write with.

Pretty soon he is standing to my right side and reaching in front of me
to move the weights on the scale so that they will balance. This is a
scale that you find in doctors offices, and I guess they are pretty
accurate, if they are located correctly. They are not supposed to be on
carpet if you want accurate readings, and I noticed this one was located
on a tile square where the carpet had been cut out. The rest of the room
had thick plush carpet, so I guessed that this club was serious about our
workouts and wanted everything to be correct.

Well, he got the scale balanced at 160 pounds, looked at my chart and
said " You have gained maybe 10 pounds, but from where I stand, it's all
solid muscle" With that, I felt his left hand sliding between my ass
cheeks again and again the probing of my asshole with his fingers. This
time though, he went further than before, first it was one finger, then
two and a few minutes later, he had three fingers shoved inside of me,
and he was really doing a number on my love button.

Before I could say anything or turn around, he pulled his fingers out and
wiped them on a damp washcloth he had with him. Then he told me to get
off the scale and turn around and face him. It was then I noticed that
he was completely naked also, and he was very well equipped where it
counted. I remembered the locked door, leaned forward and proceeded to
swirl my tongue around his nipples, which sprung to attention right
away. I started to nibble on them, lightly at first, and then bit them a
little bit. He started to moan and saying how good it felt. I wrapped
my arms around his body and brought him real close to me so that our
cocks were touching between us now, we were pressed tight together as we
could get. I started to fuck his ears with my tongue, and he started to
go wild on me. I felt his hands drop down between us and he was
squeezing our cocks together and milking precum out of both of them and
rubbing it all over our cockheads. Then, just as suddenly, he stopped
and pushed me away. Thinking I had done something he didn't like, I
asked "what's wrong?" "Nothing" he says, I just had a great idea and
heads for the other side of his desk. I watch him, what a great ass, and
I also notice, no tan lines. Must use the tanning booths here like I do,
completely naked.

He unlocks the bottom desk drawer and comes out with a tube of K-Y and
what looks like a good sized cock. Turns out it's a vibrating dildo
modeled after a very well endowed porn star, that is, the company that
made this thing, actually took a mold casting of this guys cock while it
was erect, and are now creating latex dildoes, vibrating and
non-vibrating are available.

He asks me to turn around and lean over the desk. I do as he asks and
then I feel him squeezing K-Y gel in my ass crack, and then he inserts
the top of the tube inside me and gives a good healthy sqeeze on it and I
can feel the cool gel inside me. Then he smears more gel all around my
asshole. He tells me to turn around and as I do I see him wiping his
fingers off again.

He gets down in front of me and takes my cock in his hands. "You have a
beautiful cock" he says, "I only hope I can get it all down. I want to
suck you all the way down my throat and have you all the way to the root
of your cock." I tell him if he can get it all in his mouth and down his
throat, he is more than welcome to the load I will deliver, since I
haven't unloaded in three days, so there will be plenty to satisfy him.
"That sounds great to me" he says.

He is playing with my cock, and every once in a while, he runs his tongue
across my cockhead, slurping up the precum juices, which are starting to
flow more freely now. When I think he is just about done with me, he
starts to suck my cock into his mouth, slowly running his tongue around
the ridge on the head of my cock. I had to really exercise self control
to avoid unloading in his mouth right then and there. I grabbed his head
and started pushing his mouth further down my cock, I couldn't take too
much more of him playing with my cockhead like that, and I wasn't ready
to end this session.

Then I felt his left hand going back up between my thighs, but I could
feel something was in his hand. It was the vibrating dildo, except at
the time, I did not realize it was a vibrating model. Now the porn star
that had modeled for this particular dildo must have been hung like a
horse, it was bigger than me, and I had thought I was pretty good sized
at 9 1/2 inches. I felt the dildo up against my asshole, and then I felt
him turn it on. Slowly, he pushed it until the cockhead was inside me.
Then he stopped so that I could get used to it, but he didn't turn it
off. After a little bit, he starts pushing it further in. Now I knew
why he had greased my asshole so liberally inside and out. This thing
need all the lubrication it could get because it was so big. He just
kept pushing it in, a little at a time, maybe an inch or so, then he
would stop, let it vibrate for a while and let me get used to it, then
push it in some more.

When he had it almost all the way in, he slowly started to rotate it
inside me, still vibrating. The sensation was out of this world. Then,
the cockhead hit my love button, and vibrating at full speed, it wasn't
long before I was having the mother of all orgasms. I just shot wad
after wad of cum into his throat, and he swallowed every drop of it, none
of it got away from him. After I stopped shooting, I felt his hands on
my cock as he started to milk me dry, he wasn't going to leave a single
drop in me. He was doing this while leaving that vibrating dildo in my
ass. So, as he was milking the last drop of cum out of my cock, I was
still rock hard with that dildo working my love button over. He slowly
started to pull the dildo out of my love tunnel, then turned it around
again and started to push it back up my ass.

I said"What do you want, you got all the cum I've got tonight" He says
he just wants to see how much of this dildo I can take up my ass, and
with all the lubrication he had done, thought I should be able to take it
all. "No way" I said, but by then it was too late, he had it all the way
in and I could feel the latex balls against mine and it felt good.
Well, he decides to take it out, but on the way back down my love tunnel,
he slowly rotates it again and pretty soon the head of it is on my love
button again. And in spite of the fact that I thought I had shot all my
love juice down his throat the first time, I felt my balls churning and
pretty soon, I was having another eruption, and again, he swallowed every
drop of it. He started with the hands again, just milking all the cum
out of my cock while it was still in his mouth and the dildo was still
doing a number on my love button.

Finally, he was satisfied that he had gotten everything out of me and he
slowly pulled that dildo out of me. I am still hard as a rock and he
quickly whips out that tape measure and measures my cock while it is
still erect.

"Not bad, not bad at all, in fact, quite impressive" he says. I ask him
what the scoop is on my measurements down there. "Well", he says, "you
must be giving that love muscle quite a workout also. You are measureing
10 inches in length in the aroused state, your cockhead is 2 1/2 inches
across and you cock has a circumferance of almost 6 inches at the root,
or base. Pretty incredible" I say thanks, then ask if he wants me to
return the favor he has just done me.

He looks at me right in the eye and says "David, I don't think I could
handle what you are carrying between your legs, at least not tonight.
But that doesn't mean I won't let you try some time. Just give me a
little time to get used to the idea of that huge thing up my rear, as
nothing that big has ever been up there." I look at him and pointing at
the dildo ask him if he has ever used that on himself. The answer is a
definite no, he isn't trying to kill himself.

"Well, what made you think I could handle it?" I ask. He says "I saw you
in the shower a couple weeks ago with that skinny guy, and I know how he
is equipped, and when I saw you take it up your ass without making a
sound, I figured you could take this. And I have been waiting ever since
then to think of an excuse to get you in here and try it out on you, and
your review was the best thing I could think of."

"Thanks" I said, "did I pass my review?'"

"With flying colors, David" he said.

"You can call me Dave" I replied. "I think we are going to be close
friends from here on in, so I will let you call me what all my close
friends call me." "Thanks" he says, "and by the way, my name tag doesn't
have my real name on it, club policy. They don't want us getting
involved with club members. My real name is Henry, but I let my close
friends call me Hank."

With that, he reached out his hand to shake mine. I pulled him in real
close to me and quickly planted my mouth on his, pushing my tongue into
his mouth and feeling him return my kiss in the same way. We are still
naked and our bodies are hot, in fact, we are sweating, in spite of the
air conditioning. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight against
me, and he is doing the same to me. We start to grind our crotches
together and notice that we are both sporting erections again. I go down
first and tongue his cockhead and get all the cum juices I can from his
cock. Then, he pushes me away and tells me it's getting late and he has
to close up, but we can and will continue this at a later date, maybe on
Monday when there aren't so many people around and he will have a less
hectic schedule.

Turns out, I found out later, the club doesn't give reviews on progress,
it was just his idea to get me in his office with him. I can hardly wait
for the next review.