Rabbit Hole
By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)
© BJB Conglomerated Media
This story is fictitious and takes place in a fantastic realm where inconvenient physical, biological, medical, legal, and moral strictures don't exist. It is intended only for the entertainment of those who are legally permitted to access and read it.
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Bailey and I entered the kitchen after I had quickly sucked him off while waiting for the coals to be ready for the evening's meal. We presented ourselves for Cody and Chan's visual inspection. I smiled broadly, proud of having Bailey provide me with an amuse bouche.
"Drew, do you have cum on your mouth," Cody demanded, assuming an officious mien.
"Yes boss," I answered.
"Is it Bailey's?"
"Yes, boss."
"Bailey, do you have cum on your mouth," Cody asked his assistant.
"Yes, boss," Bailey mimicked me.
"Is it Drew's?"
"No, boss, it's mine," Bailey explained.
"Drew, step to me please," Cody ordered. I stood a foot away from him, my erection pointing straight out. He took a step toward me, rubbing his flaccid penis against my semi-erect one, then he very slowly licked my lips, reclaiming Bailey's cum as his penis hardened against my own.
"Step back please," Cody dismissed me .
"Bailey, step forward please."
Bailey approached Cody, whose tongue made three leisurely laps around Bailey's full lips before drawing in his tongue to make a comparison. Cody's hands seemed to unconsciously stroke Bailey's muscular upper arms.
Chan stood behind Cody trying desperately not to laugh.
Cody dismissed Bailey, who stood next to me and mirrored my military-like stance with my hands behind my back and my chest puffed out. Of course, Bailey's chest puffed out more than mine ever could. My penis also stood at attention while Bailey's hung down with a large amount of afterglow ready to drip from the end of it.
"I have determined that the cum on both your lips is identical," Cody announced. "I am convinced the cum came from Bailey's penis. Bailiff," Cody said, turning to Chan, "Chan, my love, please retrieve that drop of cum from Bailey's penis and bring it to me."
Chan's tongue was on Bailey's penis in a nanosecond. He returned to Cody with his tongue hanging out, and Cody sucked on my son's tongue and kissed him for longer than was technically necessary to process the evidence.
I decided to play along. "Objection your honor. That cum was obtained without a warrant."
"Overruled!" Cody pointed to me. "I hereby find you, Andrew Tarnow, and you, Bailey Henderson, guilty of unauthorized fellatio. I sentence you to ten minutes of refraining from any physical contact with each other, whatsoever.
"Since you both truthfully admitted to the crime, I am willing to suspend half the sentence, making it five minutes. Am I understood?"
"Yes, your honor," Bailey said.
I couldn't accept it. "I object, your honor. That is cruel and unusual punishment in the extreme. You have seen my co-defendant. You have tasted his soft, warm lips. You have smelled and tasted his unblemished, beautiful dark brown skin. You have felt that beautiful skin and the power of the muscles which it so artfully covers and highlights. Your Honor, you have gazed into the bright brown eyes behind those sexy, flirty eyelashes; those eyes, which exude almost preternatural kindness. How can anyone refrain from contact with this man for five minutes? It's inhuman, sir. Inhuman, I say!"
Bailey looked at me repeatedly as I extolled his virtues while trying not to break his assumed posture. He blushed, which made him all the more adorable.
"Objection overruled," Cody proclaimed. "My sentence stands. You have brought this on yourselves, and I feel no pity for you. Dismissed."
With that Cody's expression and carriage changed instantaneously as he smiled warmly at us.
"Bailey, sweetie, Drew, my love, come get the trays of pork chops out of the fridge. Chan will carry out the pot of apricot glaze, won't you, Bunny?"
Chan face lit up when he heard Cody call him "Bunny." He kissed Cody and retrieved a large gleaming saucier from the French Top of the La Cornue while Bailey led me to the refrigerator.
I joked to Cody that it looked like he used silver-plated cookware. "We used to use silver-lined cookware, but now we use solid sterling silver pots and pans. Silver is a much better conductor of heat than either aluminum or copper, and it's perfectly safe for food. We made quite an investment in this custom made set by Duparquet from Rhode Island, but it's worth it. It's not the best for high-temperature searing, but I use sterling pots for eighty percent of my cooking."
I knew Cody took his cuisine seriously, but that was next-level. The Dutch oven Chan was carrying was probably a $15,000 pot. I could boil some tasty macaroni in a pot like that.
I turned back to go to the refrigerator for a tray of pork chops .As I walked with my erection still going full-tilt, Cody spanked my ass and told me I was incorrigible for sucking off Bailey on the patio. I grinned at him proudly.
Cody slapped my ass two more times and asked, "Am I going to have to take you to the playroom and flog you? Is that what it will take? Some corporal punishment?"
With those words, I started ejaculating on myself and Cody. I couldn't believe that happened. I willed myself to stop after five spurts and looked at my expulsion.
"I'm so sorry, Cody. I hope I didn't get cum anywhere it shouldn't be."
Cody grabbed me and hugged me tightly, smearing my cum on both our hairless torsos. He reached up and grabbed my shoulder-length hair and pulled it roughly behind my ear and whispered, "You are a naughty boy, Drew. Daddy will punish you later. Daddy knows just what naughty boys like you need."
I ejaculated three more times and felt the heat of a full-body blush overtake me. Cody kept holding me and laughed sinisterly in my ear. Then he grabbed my face and kissed me hard, his tongue dominating my mouth. He didn't stay long and roughly pushed me away.
"You better get to work, Drew. If you do well, I might even let you choose between the whip and the paddle."
I glanced at him, his torso glistening with my cum. I felt my cum on my own front starting to dry, but my erection felt like it was ready to fire again. I had never been turned on by domination, but Cody's threat of corporal punishment flipped a switch in me that I didn't even know was wired into my circuitry.
I took a moment to gather my composure before sliding a large tray out of the chiller and heading out to join Bailey on the patio. We got to work on the pork chops and were busy enough that we didn't even notice when our five-minute sentence was up. I had pretty much forgotten about the embarrassing incident of ejaculating on Cody after he spanked me.
I helped lay out all the food on the buffet tables as the men assembled for dinner. They were all appreciative and very hungry. Victor manned the beverage station while Bailey and I kept the buffet supplied. Ducky appeared to clear tables and keep things in order. He moved very quickly, but extremely gracefully. It seemed that his smile never faded and never seemed forced. He truly enjoyed his life. We snuck in a few quick kisses whenever he passed by the buffet. Every kiss made me smile too.
This seemed more than a dinner. It was a celebration of the camaraderie of the men's group. Everyone seemed to be in a festive mood, with small groups toasting each other, feeding each other morsels from their plates, sharing friendly hugs and kisses, and mostly, engaging in constant lighthearted conversation.
It stirred my heart and embarrassed me at the same time. I felt as if I ignored the genuine bonds of affection between these men, and looked at them as if they were meat on a hook. I certainly didn't pressure anyone to do anything they didn't want, but I was callow in my treatment of them.
All the guys seemed to have had their fill, and the traffic at the buffet tables dwindled to nothing.
Cody and Chan appeared from the kitchen with trays of Asian pear halves ready to be grilled and sprinkled with white pepper. They would take only a couple of minutes, so they waited until it looked like a majority of the men were ready for dessert.
I recognized many of the faces from our activities earlier in the day, but I didn't know many names. Devon and his friend from the gym were there, and Devon seemed unconcerned about his nakedness and whether anyone cared that he was an FTM gay man.
As the pears were being placed on the grill, I clinked my water glass with a teaspoon to get everyone's attention. Chan looked at me, then came to my side. My gaze to him told him what I wanted to say. His gaze back to me gave me encouragement.
"May I say a few words, gentlemen?" I tapped my glass a few more times, and the crowd quieted.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your meal, but I want to thank everyone for being so welcoming to my son Chan and me. Starting with Victor and Cody, including all the staff at Primrose Farm, and, of course, all of you here for the day, you have made us feel, not just welcomed, but loved.
"None of you knew us from Adam, but all of you without exception included us as if we were family.
"Chan and I had quite a busy day today." I had to pause as the guys laughed at my reference to all of our sexual encounters during the day. As the laughter died down, I continued, "But more than all the fun we've had today, Chan and I will remember all the smiles, friendship and support we have seen and felt among all of you. You really support each other. I have never seen that among a group like this. It touches our hearts."
Chan squeezed me and nodded in agreement. Chan continued speaking for the both of us.
"My dad and I are really moved by your friendship and all the love we have seen today. We hope to make it back here for another meeting if we're still welcome." Chan was interrupted by a long outburst of applause.
"I think we're welcome, dad. But, guys, if we can't make it back during one of your get-togethers, know that we will never forget you.
"As a token of our affection for all of you, we are going to pay all expenses for your meetings through the end of the year. And we want you to have a grand New Year celebration on us."
I looked at my son in astonishment. I would have never thought to pick up the tab, but I was elated that Bunny thought of it. I couldn't be prouder of him. There were murmurs and guys were telling us that it was too much. Chan worked to get their attention again.
"Guys, listen. Listen. We want to do this. Please allow us to show our esteem for you. But, please do us a favor in return: if you pay dues, or admission, or membership, or whatever, and you can afford to keep doing that, put that money in a pot to help whoever among us here might need a little assistance from time to time.
"All of us encounter bumps and setbacks. If you need help between jobs, or with medical expenses, or tuition, turn to your friends here and let them help you. Maybe you've made a dumb mistake or a bad decision that puts you in a precarious spot. Don't let that ruin your life. Let the group help get you back on track. People want to help. Let them help you. Dad is going to be setting up a fund called the Primrose Benevolent Fund into which you can put all your contributions. We'll take care of all the administrative costs, plus, we'll seed it with fifty thousand dollars."
The crowd erupted in cheers and enthusiastic applause. Cody and Victor cheered too and put Bailey in charge of the grill for a minute. They came over to smother us in hugs and kisses. I just stood and laughed at my son's brazenness to commit my money without asking me.
Victor turned to the crowd and raised his hands to restore quiet before speaking. "This is a splendid development. Cody and I are thrilled to lend our support. We will also add fifty thousand dollars to the fund and help administer it in any way we can be of assistance. You guys are our favorite customers and have been for years. I can't believe it took this special father and son to come up with this idea after meeting you guys for the first time. That shows how special you are, and what an impact you have on people.
"Let's have dessert! I think it will be ready in just a minute."
Cody went back to the grill with Bailey while victor found Ducky and had him run into the house for something.
I turned to see Uncle Robert, Bob, and Quino standing near the buffet area. I had to verify that Quino and Bob's feet were actually touching the earth as they stood hand-in-hand looking blissful. Uncle Robert looked happy that his son had found someone to love. They reported that the visiting horses were loaded into their trailer and were on the road home and that the Primrose horses were all cleaned up and put up. He then congratulated us on our little speeches and announcements.
Bailey had just returned from the grill where he had put a few pork chops on the warming rack for the horsemen when Bob and Quino approached him. I feared his reaction. Bailey set down the platter with a practiced smile on his face.
"Bob, Drew tells me that you might have some news to share with us. It's good news, I hope," Bailey said.
I thought Bailey should join the theater program at Virginia Tech because his acting was outstanding. I caught Chan's eye while assisting with the grilled pears and he was watching with great interest.
The tall muscleman told Quino that Bailey as his very best friend at Primrose Farm. Quino greeted Bailey, looking genuinely happy to meet him. He reached out to hug Bailey, who reciprocated the embrace and kissed him on the lips.
Quino began to shudder as he tightened his grip on Bailey. I saw his pelvis enter into an involuntary thrusting pattern. From Quino's grunts, we knew that he was ejaculating on Bailey, just as he had done on Bob in the meadow. I laughed to myself and watched them shimmer. I felt the now-familiar warm breeze.
Wait. What?
I shot a look at Chan to verify what I had seen. His reaction told me I was not the only one. Quino's face confirmed that he knew something was going on. Uncle Robert had a quizzical look on his face too. Bailey didn't seem to understand what happened, other than it was a spectacular kiss, and he had Quino's cum on his lower abdomen. I wondered how could Quino and Bailey be meant to be together if Quino is already with Bob?
"I hope you're happy for me," Bob said to Bailey, and he grabbed the dark, muscular collegian and gave him a kiss. They too shimmered equally as strong as Bailey and Quino had done.
Chan and I exchanged glances again, and he came hurrying over.
"Dad, what if the three of them are meant to be together? Maybe Bailey knew all along he was meant for Bob, but Bob hadn't had his eyes opened yet."
It was obvious to us, but apparently, no one else noticed that something special was occurring. When Bob and Bailey separated, Bob looked at me questioningly and then looked at Quino. I gestured for them and Chan to follow me back into the kitchen.
As we entered, we saw Ducky pushing a cart into the vestibule with several bottles of champagne in a tub of ice. The bottom two shelves of the cart held racks of champagne flutes. This was certainly a night for toasting and celebrating.
We entered the main kitchen. Bailey was trepidatious and asked if we could explain what's going on and why he felt electrified when he kissed both Quino and Bob. I requested that he and Bob kiss again. It was undeniable that they had the cosmic scintillation. It was also undeniable that I felt a little something within myself while watching the two gorgeous musclemen hold each other while kissing.
I directed Bob to kiss Quino and asked Bailey if he could see the sparkle. I draped my arm around Bailey's waist as we watched Bob and Quino kiss. Bailey's skin felt charged and made my fingertips tingle. He said he could see it. Then I asked Quino to kiss Bailey and Bob verified that he could see it too.
Chan clapped his hands. "Quino, remember out in the meadow when you asked Bob if he would want another lover to join you inside him while you were making love to him? I think we found that lover."
Chan went to the counter and picked up a bottle of olive oil.
"The only logical thing to do is have Quino and Bailey double fuck Bob and see what happens," Chan proclaimed.
"I'm sorry. Say what now, please?" Bailey stammered as his erection grew.
Chan explained, "The only way to certify that your three belong together is to get the three of you together. Let's go."
Chan grabbed a few kitchen towels and ushered us all through the library and into the sitting room. We all did as Chan instructed, of course.
My son told Bailey to lie on a towel. Chan poured oil into his hand and stroked Bailey's penis while instructing Quino to lube Bob's ass. Everyone followed Chan's directions. Bailey was at his full six inches, hard and dewy within seconds.
Chan handed the olive oil to me and told me to lube my ass. "I'll make love to you, dad, so we can chaperone these three."
Well, obviously.
Chan had Bob straddle Bailey while facing him and had Bob lower his ass onto Bailey's fat cock, which Chan kindly held in position. As soon as Bob was impaled by Bailey, they both shimmered and sparkled with great intensity. I felt another breeze move through the room.
Bailey's expression was one of bewildered delight. I didn't know if he and Bob had ever had intercourse before, but they had surely never had intercourse like this. And this is on;y the beginning.
I oiled up my ass and used the excess to slick Quino's rampant seven-and-a-half-inch erection. Chan gave me a nod of approval. Quino looked intrigued and mildly horrified to see his lover glowing while being penetrated by another guy. Chan also stroked Quino's cock, perhaps since he didn't get to do it at the tailor shop the other night, and then instructed Quino to join Bailey in fucking Bob.
Quino sat on Bailey's thighs and pushed his cock into Bob's ass, sliding along Bailey's penis. They became almost translucent. Bob's face and his own seven-and-a-half-inch penis showed his ecstasy.
I lay down on a towel next shimmering Bailey and hiked up my legs to allow my son to enter me. Knowing that I was about to go through the portal did nothing to lessen the shock and delight of doing so.
Chan and I joined instantly and sought out Bailey, Bob, and Quino. The thruple were indeed unified. Quino and Bob were already at work trying to initiate Bailey into their cosmic triad. Chan and I added our expertise as well. Chan and I joined our thoughts to ask for every kind blessing for our beloved threesome.
We were all thrilled at the serendipitous joining of these three beautiful souls. Quino and Bailey were trying to work out in their physical selves how they could be in love when they knew each other for a matter of minutes. We reminded them that Quino and Bob knew each other for about the same length of time when they sealed their bond.
We felt ourselves having a five-way orgasm at the invitation of one of our spiritual host guides. I enjoyed the sensations of Quino and Bailey fucking me through Bob's powerful body as well as Chan fucking me through my own body. I felt the strength of Bob's legs as he raised and lowered himself on the two cocks of his new lovers. I looked forward to getting double fucked by Victor and Cody tonight.
We decided not to overwhelm the newbies by traveling around too much in the garden and joining with other lovers. Chan and I came back from bliss without lingering and knew the other three would be back soon since they didn't yet acquire the skills to manage their stays in the cosmic garden.
Chan and I continued to kiss as our twelve synchronized ejaculations came to an end. We were sliding around on the cum I expulsed between our bodies. My ass felt sated having my son seed me again. I closed my eyes and basked in the feeling of being so connected to him. We shared our thoughts of love for each other, and our hope for Bob, Quino, and Bailey to fulfill each other for years to come.
"What am I going to tell my parents," I heard Bob ask.
"What am I going to tell my parents," Quino echoed.
"I think my mom and dad saw us `over there,'" Bailey said. "Is that possible? Did we actually go someplace? Are my parents still in Decatur?"
We assured him it was possible and that was a very good thing for his parents' relationship. We also tried to explain that we didn't so much leave where we were as we existed in two places simultaneously.
Quino pulled out of Bob, who then rose up off Bailey. A large volume of Quino and Bailey's mingled cum came running out of Bob. Chan and I were on that beautiful ass in a nanosecond to prevent wasting any nectar. Bob remained on his hands and knees to allow us access to his anus while Quino got in between his two lovers to clean their identical penises.
Chan and I were in the garden again as our tongues joined inside Bob's ass. We thanked our guide once again for bringing our friends together, and for giving Bailey, Bob and Quino identical seven-and-a-half-inch fat penises to show their love to each other any way they pleased.
We sensed our spirit friend laughing and asking us if the should be even bigger. We laughed too while continuing our diligent analingus on Bob, and told him that we deferred to his expertise.
Bob moaned and lowered his lips to meet Bailey's as he apparently shot off another load of cum into Quino's mouth. After several minutes we began to untangle ourselves, satisfied that we untied three precious souls in love.
We gathered up our towels, and Bailey threw them in a hamper. He wiped his torso clean with a towel and looked at his suddenly-longer penis. He shot Chan a look, who indicated to Bailey to notice how his lovers' genitals are also fatter to match his. The physical confirmation of their unity brought a beaming smile to Bailey's face.
I couldn't help but kiss Bailey and savor his mouth as well as his joy. I gave Quino and Bob equal tongue time. We went back out to the terrace to rejoin the dessert service.
Cody asked what had happened to us. I explained that there was another emergency orgy, only this one was much more consequential. I also told him that there would be seven of us in bed tonight rather than six. Cody was thrilled that Bailey, Bob, and Quino were connected. We went over to Victor to share the news with him too. He claimed that he was always sure Bailey and Bob would get together eventually. He had no idea there would be a third man in the mix.
The two husbands subtlely noted the change in their three friends' genitals, then glanced at our four matching nine-inch genitals and smiled at the physical manifestation of our love for each other.
We finished the dinner and dessert service. They had had several champagne toasts in our absence, and Chan and I were on the receiving end of a few dozen hugs and kisses to both welcome us as one of the group and thank us for our generosity. We were happy to accept every pair of lips and every set of arms. We wished them all safe travels back home. They wished us good luck with our moved and an open invitation to join them again, often and soon.
As I was bidding farewell to the men, I noticed Bob, Quino, and Bailey talking to Uncle Robert. He looked thrilled for his son and gave all three men warm lingering kisses. I felt myself chub at the sight.
Victor told us that the group's agreement to rent the property ended at 8:00 p.m., so they had only about an hour to use the grounds and facilities. It appeared that some of the guys were getting ready to leave right after dinner.
Chan, Cody, Bailey and I moved back to the kitchen to start cleanup. It was a casual day, but Victor and Cody refuse to use disposable plates and cups, insisting, "We are not savages." There were dozens of plates and glasses to be collected and cleaned.
Quino and Bob tagged along to the kitchen, apparently wanting to be wherever Bailey was, as is proper. Quino said that he was good with a steel wool pad and offered to help scour pans and trays. I remembered there being only one farm sink and one prep sink in the kitchen so it would be a long night of scrubbing.
Cody opened a large pocket door to show us the adjacent scullery, which then led to the china storage and pantry rooms. It looked like a wonder of industrial engineering in gleaming white tile and stainless steel.
Cody joked that the scullery should be called the "Hobart Room," because they spent six figures on a Hobart conveyor-driven dishwasher, two glasswashers, a pot-pan-utensil washer, and two power sinks to handle anything else. He told Quino that he would show him how to set the cycles on the machines so he could move from machine to machine, keeping us all busy.
The work went quickly. Cody directed traffic and answered questions until he felt comfortable that we knew what to do. He left us to go clean in the main kitchen. Quino kept our machines humming while we all worked up a sweat. Since this wasn't fine china, the machines were set for high water temperatures, heated to at least one hundred eighty degrees.
Before he left, Cody had said the dishwasher could process more than three hundred racks of dishes per hour at maximum speed. He had bragged that they had hosted a multi-course meal for six hundred and had been done with the cleanup before ten o'clock, so we shouldn't be slackers or whiners.
It was a pleasure to watch Bob in motion as he hoisted the racks of clean dishes off the conveyor and loaded them on rolling carts that were waiting against the opposite wall. His naked lats, glutes, and legs were natural wonders as he stretched and squatted, his topography highlighted by a sheen of perspiration. We were all careful not to sweat on any of the clean dishes, utensils, and cookware.
I couldn't watch too long because I was on glassware duty. The racks, each holding twenty glasses, had to be loaded and unloaded in the two glasswashers by hand for their three-minute cycle.
I told Bob that I wished we had time for me to shadow him on his leg and butt workouts because his development was spectacular without being grotesque.
Bob offered to go back to the gym with whoever was interested in doing a lower body circuit after we got done with the cleanup. Now we had an incentive to work even faster.
Within thirty minutes we zipped up the dust cover on the last of the carts and rolled them into the china storage room. I quickly scanned the china room and noticed that, in addition to the catering china on the rolling racks, the walls were covered with velvet-lined cabinets filled with fine china and crystal stemware of various patterns and makes. One that I recognized was hand-painted china from the Royal Copenhagen brand that I knew cost more than $12,500 per place setting. It looked like they had two dozen place settings in the cabinet.
Back in the kitchen, we found Cody putting away his steam vapor cleaner that he used to degrease and sanitize his cooking and counter surfaces in the kitchen.
We exited to the backyard to find Uncle Robert, Victor, and the two caretakers, folding tables and chairs and storing them on racks towed behind two electric carts identical to the one Victor and I used this morning when we harvested the vegetables.
Chan and I helped with the last of the tables and chairs and informed the men that we were going to the fitness center to learn the secrets of Bob's leg exercises.
All four men said they would tag along. Uncle Robert joked that he would be needed to tell Bob what to do before Bob could tell us what to do. Looking at Uncle Robert's legs, maybe he wasn't joking.
As we made our way to the fitness center, we noticed there were still a few men from the group by the pool and hot tub area. Ducky had joined Derrick by the pool to make sure everything was in order and that everyone was comfortable.
Victor checked with Ducky and Derrick to see if they would be all right putting in an extra hour to accommodate the group of guys who were enjoying each other's mouths and asses on the cabana bed. There were a few others in the hot tub.
"I don't want to ruin their fun, even though they're here beyond their agreed time. Just as long as they don't try to stay all night," Victor reasoned.
Victor told Ducky and Derrick to call down to the fitness barn in forty-five minutes to let him know whether they had all cleared out.
As we entered the fitness center, I surveyed our group and counted ten of us. Bob told me that, since I had requested his guidance, he would be my personal trainer for the main exercises of his leg day and everyone else would follow along and work in as they could. As always, we started with some moderate stretching to relax our muscles and tendons before we worked them to failure.
We began the circuit with barbell squats. Chan and Bailey spotted me while Bob critiqued my form. Bob recommended using the free barbell rather than the Smith machine so I would exercise my core and balancing muscles too. I managed two sets with 225 pounds and then did the third set with 175 pounds until I collapsed on the fifth repetition. That was the most I had ever done, and I got several "attaboys" from the group.
The leg press was already familiar to me, and I did almost a complete three sets using 350 pounds before I gave out. I sat panting in the machine. Uncle Robert and Bob came over, and each grabbed one of my thighs to massage and slap around to keep the blood flowing so it would carry away the lactic acid. Watching the two behemoths freely sliding their hands up into my crotch and down my thighs got the blood flowing in my dick too, and soon it stood at its full nine inches.
Uncle Robert smiled at me and asked, "Feeling better?"
"Yes, much better," I responded while still breathing heavily. "But you don't have to stop."
He laughed and told me I had to keep moving to get the most out of the circuit. I was surprised when he rewarded my efforts by massaging my balls for a few seconds and then telling me to move on to the goblet squats and reverse lunges. There would be no rest period between sets of these and I was really beginning to feel the burn throughout my legs, hips, and glutes. I remained hard throughout even though I wasn't really feeling aroused.
I was permitted a rest period after the lunges and looked around to see all members of our group working up a leg day sweat, except for Bob who was my trainer.
Chan and Cody were both doing the goblet squats, and I marveled at their twin penises flopping as they moved. Bailey was doing lying leg curls, and I lusted after his pumped and mildly striated ass. I wondered if he'd be able to complete his reps with me pumping my cock into his rectum.
I moved onto the leg extensions and really got my quads pumped. Bob was yelling encouragement to me as my legs began to quake under the repeated strain of 250 pounds. I couldn't go beyond the third repetition of my third set. It was still a personal best for me.
I got up to walk off the strain and found myself rubber-legged. Bob had me lie on a weight bench, and he and his dad once again massaged my legs for me. Uncle Robert stroked my balls again, but this time Bob joined in and stroked my cock a few times. Precum started beading in my piss slit.
Bailey had gotten off the lying leg curl machine, and I got on it, adjusting myself to lie on my erection more comfortably. Bob did not adjust the weight, and I couldn't get past two sets using the 325 pounds that Bailey had used to completed three sets. Someday I will catch up.
Only two more exercises to go: side leg lifts and calf raises. The side leg lifts were a version of planking done on a mat with ankle weights. It was much more difficult than I expected to balance on one arm and my upper leg while lifting my lower leg to cross ankles with my upper. Chan called it the ball crusher exercise.
The calf raise was basically raising up and down on the balls of my feet to exercise the calves and ankles. Bob decided that, instead of holding dumbbells to increase the weight, he would have me hold Quino. But he didn't want Quino on my back because it would put me in the wrong posture. Quino wrapped himself around my torso and lay his head on my shoulder as I worked my calves.
Feeling him slide on my sweaty body was all the incentive I needed to keep moving. I could have done calf raises all night holding Bob's beautiful teen lover.
I finished my circuit. Bob and Uncle Robert congratulated me and noticed how the pump on my legs matched the ongoing pump from my earlier upper body workout. Professionals will tell you never to work upper and lower body on the same day, but I felt terrific despite some soreness.
Bob said the sauna would help mitigate muscle soreness. I asked about the three ten-minute rotation scheme I was told about earlier, and he agreed that was a good idea. He suggested drinking room temperature water and taking a lukewarm shower first.
As I was rinsing off and cooling down a bit, others from the group came straggling over. It would be a bit of a tight fit to have all ten of us in the sauna, but I was sure we would accommodate everyone. I looked forward to squeezing in next to any of my new friends.