Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2006 16:47:00 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Larry's Gym Larry's Gym By Bald Hairy Man. This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely. Larry's Gym opened as the All American Fitness center in 1994. It was successful for five years then began the normal decline of fitness centers. It had been upscale when it opened, but most of the crowds left and went to the newest facility in town a few years later. The new ones were fancier and had swimming pools and squash courts. The original owners went bankrupt and left town. It became a Gold's Gym for a while, but the decline continued. Larry Smith bought it in 2000. In 2004 Larry died and his widow sold it to Walter "Hercules" Cohen and his friend, William, "Ajax" Bertolli. Hercules and Ajax were retired professional wrestlers. They never made it to the top, but they did pretty well. Ajax and Hercules were characters who tended to provide comic relief in wresting matches. They had been popular, but not popular enough. As they neared 50, there was no place for them in the wrestling circuit. The place was dirt cheep. The Widow Smith had a replacement husband already lined up and was going to Tampa. The gym wasn't in good location anymore, but the facility was good for the price. The two men had a plan for bringing the gym back. Like many gyms developed in the 90s, there were double locker rooms. There was a small, stripped down area for "basic" memberships and a fancier one for "de lux" membership. They retained these two levels, but in the de lux membership area they would relax the usual cat and mouse game of hunting for gay men trying to have some fun. Ajax felt if they let nature take its course in the de lux area, they would get more memberships and they would keep members longer. The desire to exercise comes and goes, but the urge to have sex is constant. They also wanted to avoid the specialization typical of commercial gyms. Family fitness centers, ones focusing on gymnastics, or dance were popular. Hercules figured they could handle several groups, since most didn't overlap in time or clientele. They developed a wrestling group, a young gymnastics group, and an old fogies aerobics class as well as some body building classes. They understood men who were gay, but not fem. They catered to the broad expanse of gay men who were between the fems and the leather extremes. Hercules and Ajax also had a good sense of who was or wasn't gay. Thirty years in the wrestling business insured that. In their sales pitch they would emphasize the more "private" de lux locker room compared to the public basic room. Everyone understood what they meant. Once the word was out, the business was thriving. I'm Willy Barton. I'm the towel and clean up man in the "de lux" lockers. I'm in my mid 40s and workout every day. I look great. I use to be a school teacher, but I suffered a head injury in a scuffle in the Junior High. It was a bad one. The incident was in all the papers and I got a disability pension from the state, but I need to work. I just can't stay home and watch the television all day. I can think and write, but talking is a problem. If I'm not careful, I sound like a trained seal. I bark. I can talk if I work hard and plan ahead, but witty conversation is beyond me. When I get flustered, I can hardly talk. I went to the gym when Hercules and Ajax bought it. I just wanted to get in better shape. I was there late on a Saturday and got a first rate blow job from Hercules. Of course I came back. The next time Ajax fucked me. I was in heaven. They liked me as much as I liked them. They explained to me the plan of the gym and asked if I'd like to work there. "We need for someone to keep their eye on the de lux room." Hercules explained. "You're perfect, no one would worry about you. Your speech problem is a god send. I don't want to insult you, but if you get lemons, make lemonade." I smiled. I thought the job would be fun. "What's out of line?" I asked. "Well, you know we're open-minded men," Ajax said. "If it fun and the guys are enjoying it, it's fine. If someone's being forced to have sex or paying for it, it's a no no." "No pain, no hookers?" "That's it, Willy," Hercules said. "You don't do anything about it. You get us. We can take care of anything. We're the enforcers." "I'm the snitch?" I asked. "You're the neighborhood watch," Ajax corrected me. I decided to give it a try. It turned out to be good for me. Ninety-nine percent of the men were nice and I enjoyed meeting them. Once and a while there would be a bully. If Hercules or Ajax found out about a problem, the bully was toast. Burned toast. The other part of the job I liked was the sex. I didn't have sex every day, but I got a lot. I hadn't realized it, but the brain damage dulled some sensations. I didn't get really worried, but I didn't enjoy things as much either. Sex I did enjoy and the more I did it, the better it got. After a while, everything got better. The sex must have been emotional rehab. My feelings came back. I hadn't understood things were dimmed, but when feelings came back, I appreciated it. I became good friends withe the owners. Most of the men who worked for them were casual about showing up for work. I'm always on time and they could count on me to fill in the gaps. As a result I worked at the gym at every shift at one time or another and got to know most of the customers. I rarely did the last shift. Hercules and Ajax were flexible men and several police men asked if they could use the gym after their last shift. They gave Jon Demarest, a Sergeant, the key, and they had the use of the gym from midnight to three. At first they didn't staff this shift, but the police weren't as neat as they might be. The room was a mess for the morning guys. I took this shift every Friday. This was the worst night for the police and they needed to unwind after what they called the Friday Night Follies. I knew a number of the men, but there were some guys I didn't know. I hadn't realized retired military men and State Troopers liked the early morning sessions too. The gym officially closed at 11:00. I got there just before closing and had time to clean up the locker room. Jamie Houlahan arrived first with a friend, Trooper Jones. Jamie was black Irish with pitch black curly hair and a ruddy complexion. Jamie was a regular. Jones looked uneasy. "We've never had an attendant here before," he said to Jamie. "Don't worry. It's just Willy the towel guy," Jamie explained. "Willy's okay." "You're sure about that?" Jamie smiled, "I sure am. He's a nice guy and helpful too." Additional men dribbled in over the next hour. Several others noted I was there, but the word was out. I was okay. They were a rowdy group. It had been a bad night on the streets and the men had a lot of steam to blow off. The men began to appear in the showers around 2:00. Jamie had a hairy chest and a thick uncut cock. His balls were just as meaty. A few minutes later a tall, slim guy named Eubank arrived. Eubank was a shy country boy who didn't talk much. He was a State Trooper. I'd seen him a few times before. He looked at the action, but never participated other than getting half hard. Jamie was as outgoing as Eubank was quiet and I was surprised to see them talking. They went to the steam room. Jones was just behind them. Ten minutes later, two men came into the shower room. One was Commander Duncan, a retired Naval officer. He was with Junior, a cadet in the city Police. Duncan reminded me of Sean Connery. Junior was a pink, fresh faced blond. Junior looked to me as he had just got his Eagle Scout Award. I guessed Duncan liked them young and Junior wanted a Daddy. Junior went into the steam room and Duncan said he'd join him in a minute. He came over to me. Duncan was a regular. "Willy, do you have any of that lotion you had a few weeks ago?" he asked. I went to the supply cabinet and got the lotion out. Officially it was for dry skin, but it was multipurpose. I gave it to him. He leaned close to me and whispered. "Do you have that other stuff you had the last time?" he asked in a whisper. I smiled and took out a small bottle of Jungle Juice. "You're a life saver," Duncan said. "I owe you. The next time you have too much cum in your balls, let me know." "I'll do that Commander," I said. He winked at me and went into the steam room. The showers and steam room filled up. By 2:30 men had started going home. It was to close up at 3:00. I had to clean up the rooms, so I stripped naked and got the hose out to wash down the shower and steam room. This was the best time for me. I would lock the front doors, so there would be no way for anyone new to get in, or interrupt the activity. Hercules told me about that. He said the guys were horny as goats by 3:00 and I could enjoy anyone I wanted. It was a nice thought, but I didn't think I'd do it. Most of the time I was wrong about that. Sometimes my inner teenager gets hold of me, and as I washed down the shower the sap began to rise. I went into the steam room. Junior was sitting on the Commander's lap. Junior was enjoying the Commander's cock in his ass. Jamie, Trooper Jones and Eubank were watching Junior twitch on the Commander's love pole. They had been out into the showers a few times and had returned to the steam room. The three observers were all hard, but just watching. "Willy, is it that late?" Jamie asked. "Is it lights out already?" "The doors are locked, but you still have some time," I said. "You're the only guys left. It's a private party now." "Why don't you join us," Jones asked. "Eubank doesn't have a date." Even in the steam, I could see Eubank blush. I sat next to him. Eubank had a runner's body. He reminded me of the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz. His hair was even straw colored. When I first saw him I thought he was smooth, but dirty blond hair didn't show up well. Eubank's balls hung halfway to his knees. His cock was thin and long, except for big mushroom head. He was hard, so I leaned over and sucked it. "You don't need to do that," Eubank said. I didn't think he was sincere. When I deep throated him and then pulled off, I had a mouth filled with pre cum. Eubank was enjoying it. When I started to suck, it was as if I shot off a starting gun. Jamie and Trooper Jones were mouth to cock and the Commander was fucking Junior doggy style by the time I looked up. At first I thought Eubank only wanted to be sucked, but once he warmed up he got into it big time. I'm not that hung, but I've got a thick one and I leak like a sieve. If you like pre cum, I'm the guy for you. Eubank may not have liked pre cum when he started sucking me, but he learned to like it. I could tell by the way he was sucking he was trying to milk me. During a breather I asked him what he wanted to do next. He told me sucking was fine, but he was watching Junior undulating on the Commander's cock. By now Jamie was deep dicking Trooper Jones. Jones grunted every time Jamie's meat hit bottom. Eubank's cock twitched with each thrust and I knew what Eubank really wanted. "I like to be fucked," I said. "I've never done that," Eubank said in a whisper. I told him it was easy. I got him to lie on the stone bench and I straddled him. My hand lotion was available and his cock was thin. Quite frankly, I tend to like meatier cocks and I had no great expectations for him. I was just being polite and friendly. I should have known better. The head popped through my sphincter easily and the rest of the organ went deep in a single movement. It must have hit every good spot in my ass. It was wonderful. I'm afraid Eubank got the impression I was a crazed bottom pig. Normally I'm a bit reserved. His cock caught me off guard and I could only react to his every motion. I shot off at just about the same time as Jamie. The Commander must have climaxed at the same time. We rested in the post orgasmic lull. "Is it always that good?" Eubank asked. I nodded. Jamie and Trooper Jones came over and stood next to us. Jones was still hard; he obviously hadn't shot off yet. Eubank leaned over and sucked him. "That's nice," Jones said. "You're a fast learner. I'm really close. Do you want the cream?" "I don't know," Eubank murmured. "Just tell me when you're ready." Jamie got behind Jones and worked a finger into his ass. "Get over here Junior," Jamie ordered, "Trooper Jones needs more cock." Junior was rock hard. Junior removed his finger and Junior's cock took its place. Jones began to moan. He was gasping for breath. "I'm shooting!" he cried. I saw Junior make three or four fast, deep thrusts. Eubank kept on sucking as Jones shot his load. He took the entire load. Jones twitched and shivered as he unloaded his balls. His whole body shook with each ejaculation. When he was done Eubank stood up and kissed Jones. Jones wasn't too enthusiastic about this until he tasted his own cum in Eubank's mouth. He hadn't swallowed it and the entire load was swishing around his mouth. When the Commander saw what they were doing, he joined in. The three men shared Jones' cum. Jones liked that a lot. I thought Jones's climax was over, but as he traded his spunk, his cock twitched again. The seed spurted onto Eubank's gut and dribbled to the floor. I had to close up, the men helped me clean up and Eubank drove me home. "I've never fucked anyone before," he said. "Man or woman. It was better than I had guessed." "I liked it too," I said. "I could tell," he said. "Did you really like it that much?" I meant to say yes, but I barked instead. I have to plan to talk in advance. Eubank put his hand on my leg. "Thank you. It was good for me too," he added. "I'm not a good looking guy. It's hard to think anyone would want to be with me." "You're a nice man," I said. "You have nothing to be ashamed of." "I was afraid to do anything. I was to scared to have sex," he confessed. We were at my apartment. Eubank came in with me and we spent the rest of the night together. Eubank went home at noon. He wasn't afraid of sex any more.