Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2008 20:05:08 -0800 (PST)
From: rebel_wyld_kat@yahoo.com
Subject: Gym-story Part 2

Night Games

Story by: Gemini Twin


The gym grew quiet as the last of the night's members
headed off towards the locker room. Picking up a pair
of dumbbells, I realized that it wouldn't be long
until the facility closed for the night. It had been a
long strange week, full of memories of hooking up with
Eric in the shower room last weekend. As I worked out,
I tried to ignore the butterflies in my tight stomach
at the thought of running into him here again. But
every night, when I showed up after work to blow off
some of my pent-up frustrations and stress, he hadn't
showed up. Another Friday night, and I won't have
nobody, once again. Pulling hard on the barbells, I
finished the last rep and turned to place them on the
rack, glancing around the room to see if anyone was
left working out. My eyes slid past the darkened end
of the room, and the doorway to the exit and the
locker rooms, then snapped back to the still figure
leaning against the doorframe, a slight grin on his
face as he watched my expression. My chest tightened,
and a sudden knot made my stomach tighten up in
surprise. Eric had once again strolled out of my
fantasies and right into real life.

I watched nervously as he straightened up from the
doorframe and wandered towards me through the maze of
equipment littered across the room, his eyes never
leaving my face. Steeling my nerves and trying to act
nonchalant, I waved and nodded at him as he
approached. Hard to judge whether he was glad to see
me, or surprised at running into me again. Closing the
gap between us, his arm reaching out to slide around
the back of my sweat-warmed neck as he smiled and
leaned in, planting a slow, teasing kiss across my
lips, flicking his tongue out to just make contact
with mine before leaning back and looking at my
reaction. "Hello, cum here often?" he grinned, his
eyes dancing impishly at my shocked expression.

Gulping, I grinned back widely, disturbed by the
steady power in his glacial gaze, and replied "Every
night, but it's been a bit boring this week."

"Maybe we can change that tonight," he returned, while
stepping back from me and pulling his nylon tank over
his head slowly and tossing it onto the floor beside
the tension weights. Still watching my eyes, he slid
his hands slowly down his lean, hard waist, catching
his shorts and pushing them down his thick muscular
legs, tossing them with one foot towards the abandoned
shirt.

"We can't do anything in here. They're getting ready
to close up for the night. Gotta take it somewhere
else," I said quickly, the pulse beat in my throat
belying the fact that I didn't care who was watching.
I wanted Eric anywhere, anytime, crowded or not.

"Don't worry about it. They know me pretty well here.
I have my own key. They just tell me to hit the lights
and the locks on my way out. Everyone's already gone
for the night," he smiled slowly, stepping towards me
and taking the wasteband of my shirt in his
fingertips, sliding it up to my chest, pausing while I
raised my arms, then tossing it over to land on top of
his clothes. I followed its flight with my eyes,
bemused by the fact that even our clothes wanted to be
close to each other, as his firm hands slid down my
back to the wasteband of my shorts, spreading his
fingers across my cheeks as he urged them down my
trembling lean legs. My hand went to his shoulder as
he bent, patiently waiting while I stepped out of them
before discarding them to the pile.

I should have known Eric would have a key to the
place. Everyone seemed to follow in his shadow like
puppy dogs whenever he was around. A natural born
leader, and a force that could not be denied, it would
seem. My cock jumped as he straightened up, exhaling
warm moist air across it as he straightened up again,
smiling wickedly into my befuddled eyes.  Stepping
towards me once more, his hands slid slowly around my
waist as his lean stomach melded against mine, his
cock nudging the inside of my thigh as he kissed my
lips again, exploring them slowly with his firm lips,
nibbling lightly with his teeth until they parted for
him, sliding his tongue inside and teasing the tip of
my tongue with his, before firmly assaulting my mouth
with his, until my hands reached up and grasped his
shoulders for support. My head fell back, sucking my
breath in unsteadily as his lips continued down my
chin and onto the side of my neck, sucking and teasing
my skin, tasting the light sweat that covered it. Once
again, he stepped back, his hands on the backs of my
arms supportively, then sliding down to grasp my hands
in his and tugging me lightly toward the padded bench
near our clothes. I followed in a lusty daze, not
thinking, or wanting to clarify my feelings. I was
lost in the heat and desire swirling up from my loins
and making my stomach do flips at the thought of what
was coming next.

Positioning me at the end of the bench, he eased me
backwards, my calves making contact with the soft
padding, then my cheeks as I sat down, laying me back
until I was prone in front of him, a lurid feast for
him to consume. Walking slowly around me, his fingers
trailing across my flesh as he went, my body quickly
turning into a live wire at each touch, electrified
and anxious to feel even more. Pausing near my head, I
heard the slither of a coated cable as he manipulated
something in his grasp, before turning and reaching
down for my arm, sliding the rubberized cable around
my wrist, then tugging it lightly to retrieve the
slack, pulling my arm up and behind me. My heart
leaped in my chest, not sure if this was cool or not,
but his hands slowly rubbed down my arm and onto my
chest, soothing my nerves before continuing around my
head to the other side of the bench. Repeating the
process on my other arm, slowly he ensnared me in this
mystical lust that surrounded us both.

Reaching over my head once more, he slithered out the
cables even farther as he walked down beside my body,
his fingertips leaving a scorched blaze wherever they
trailed on my skin. Stopping at my leg, he lifted it
in his strong grasp, securing it with another coated
cable around my ankle before securing my other leg to
match. Standing between my legs, he smiled wickedly
down at my nervous gaze, sliding his hands slowly
across the bottoms of my feet, massaging the back of
my calves and slowly, agonizingly working his
fingertips up the insides of my thighs, stopping just
short of my twitching, stiffening cock as he massaged
my hard thigh muscles, his gaze upon my face. Gulping,
I took a deep breathe and tried to calm my reactions
to his touch. So far, so good. I didn't think he would
go farther than I wanted, at any point in the game.
Breathing in deeply through my nose, I found his
questioning gaze with my lust-drowned eyes, and nodded
slightly, ready for his next move.

Stepping back, he trailed a fire with his hand up my
body again, until he stepped through the cables and
straddled the bench, just behind my head. Looking down
at my curious gaze, he leaned over and soothingly
started to massage my chest muscles, flicking his
coarse fingers lightly across my hard nubs as he
teased me, my cock twitching and hardening with each
flick on my nipples, as my balls tensed and tucked up
closer to my vulnerable rod. As he continued his
attentions to my chest, he assumed a squat over the
bench, his hard long cock tapping against his belly
with every heartbeat, lowering his sack slowly towards
my face on the bench. I watched, mesmerized, as my
nose caught the hot warm scent of him, knowing I was
powerless to prevent anything that he did to me.
Working his fingertips farther down my chest, his ass
paused just above my face, his balls tickling against
the tip of my nose, my gaze riveted by the sight of
his tight, rose-colored button in front of me this
close. I gulped, knowing what he wanted me to do, not
sure if I would know how to tease him as much as he
was doing to me. Waiting, he kept up his massage. I
took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of him. A
slight musk, along with a light heady scent that was
hard to put my finger on. Tilting my head back
slightly, I flicked my tongue up to taste his sack,
and was rewarded by the twitch of his muscles. Slowly
I kissed his sack with my softened lips, my tongue
slurping and sucking on them slowly, pulling them into
my mouth in soft nuzzling motions, then flicking my
tongue from one to the other, tasting his aroma and
feeling the soft velvetiness of his balls against my
hungry tongue. After a moment, he raised up slightly,
his fingertips tickling and torturing my stomach as he
leaned forward, only to lower his cheeks toward my
face again, his tight puckered button hovering over my
mouth now. A slight feeling of panic, a realization
that I was at his mercy, tied to the cables and
powerless to control anything that was happening at
the moment. But then again, I was enjoying this as
much as he, and didn't want to stop the heat building
between us in the dark.

Raising my head up from the bench slightly, I blew air
softly against his pink ring. The skin twitched around
it, encouraging me to flick my tongue out carefully to
swirl against the puckered softness, firming my tongue
to explore the area slowly. It tasted warm, sweet, and
vaguely salty, reminding me somehow of home churned
butter on my family's farm, fresh and creamy, but with
a satisfying aftertaste. His low moan emboldened me,
and my tongue flicked firmer and faster against his
hole, his cheeks jumping with each lick. Pointing my
tongue, I slowly slid it into the center of his firm
button, flicking the tip as I dipped into his private
hole. His moaning deepened, and he sporadically pushed
his ass harder against my assaulting tongue, his hands
reaching down to tease the skin around my balls before
reaching up and gripping the base of my stiff shaft,
his mouth reaching down to slurp the top of my pulsing
head with his warm hot tongue. My whole body tightened
and arched up toward the feel of his hot hungry mouth
on my cockhead, pushing further against his lips in an
effort to bury my hard shaft deep in his molten soft
mouth.

At the thrust of my head between his lips, he slid his
ass back away from my tongue, reaching back with one
hand to grasp his hard throbbing shaft and push his
cock down against my wet lips. Opening my mouth
slightly, I slid my lips against the head of his hard
cock, sucking gently as he pushed further into my
mouth, his lips mimicking my movements on my cock as
it increased and lengthened, invading his warm wet
lips slowly and firmly, an aching inch at a time. My
tongue slurped and swirled around his cock as he
settled further against my mouth, rocking his hips
slowly in rhythm with mine, sucking hungrily on my
trembling staff, his fingers rubbing and cupping my
balls, pulling them up against the underside of my
shaft, before stretching them down toward my ass with
his fingertips, occasionally passing over their
swollen ache to touch my button lightly with  his
calloused hands, before soothing my balls and stroking
my shaft, his mouth guzzling more of my hot rod deeper
with each nod of his head.

He continued shoving his cock slowly into my mouth, my
wet tongue and hungry lips devouring each inch he gave
me, sliding in deeper with each thrust until I felt
his head against my throat, filling my mouth
completely, nudging further and further down my throat
as the pace increased, his groans and attack on my
swollen cock assuring me that he was enjoying this
even more than I was, if that was possible. My mind
swam in lust, my thoughts drowned out by the pulse
beat deep inside my ears as I pushed my head forward
to meet his deepening thrusts, trying to breathe
through my nose as the moans escaped my throat around
each thrust of his velvet coated steel shaft. Logical
thought escaped me. All I knew, all I understood at
that moment, was that I wanted to devour every inch of
his cock; my greedy lips clinging to his shaft with
each withdrawal, aching and desperate to have him fill
my throat with his hot long meat again.

Our movements got faster, harder, each thrust burying
our rods deeper in each other's throats, grunts and
moans filling the darkened gym around us, and I knew I
couldn't hold out much longer against the exquisite
attack of his mouth and tongue on my pulsing, stiff
cock. Arching farther off the bench, I could feel the
head of my cock slamming against his hot, wet throat,
his fingers manipulating my tight balls expertly, my
head held against the bench by his throbbing
relentless cock filling my throat, the salty, sweet
taste of his precum rubbing against the back of it. As
we moved together, two bodies melded into one huge
erogenous zone, my mind spinning, glorying and
anticipating the rocketing orgasm we were both
approaching.

A light sheen of sweat glowed across our bodies, our
muscles tight and working hard, each struggling to
blend into one exploding meteor. I felt his hand slide
down toward my tight button, his hard fingertip
prodding and swirling around my puckered whole, as he
guzzled my cock greedily with his mouth. My cock got
even harder, against all belief, and his fingertip
slid slowly, excruciatingly into my hole with each
thrust, causing stars to start to rocket off behind my
closed eyelids. My breathing became ragged, unsteady,
my mouth latching tightly around his turgid, twitching
cock, his balls tightening up against my nose,
enveloping my breath in his heady scent. Insistently
pushing harder, his cock drilling my throat with its
steel. Sucking me deeply into his hot insistent mouth,
he slid his finger into my twitching ass further, all
the way to the sensitive inner wall, reaching and
tapping and swirling against my gland, his other hand
jerking and grasping the base of my shaft, feeding the
mounting juice toward the head of my cock.  His finger
drove me over the edge, my whole body turning into an
arching, stretching block of wood as I drove hard into
his throat, the head of my cock twitching as I
exploded deep inside his mouth, gushing my juice deep
and long into his hungry throat.

I felt him twitch once, twice against the back of my
throat, seizing up tightly against my slurping tongue,
his juice exploding down my throat, tasting him with
every bit of my mouth. Sucking hard and slow, not
wanting to waste one drop of his pleasure, my
movements slowed in his mouth as we both slowly,
raspingly, settled slowly back down to earth against
the padded bench. He groaned, and stroked one last
time to push his juice into my mouth, before sliding
his lips slowly off of my softening dick, licking the
head of my cock, then grasping the edges of the bench,
and slowly standing up again, his dazed grin down at
my exhausted face proving that I had done it
perfectly, just the way he like it.

Reaching out, he released the cables around my wrists,
letting them fall lifelessly down towards the floor,
then circled me to release my sore, exhausted legs
from the constraints. Walking around the bench, he
lifted his leg across my limp body, settling down on
top of my thighs, his cock sliding softly against mine
as he sat on me, watching my face as I finally came
back to reality.

Opening my eyes, I sat up to look into his eyes, my
exhausted lips leaning in to kiss him softly, then
grinning as I saw the remnants of lust still
smoldering in his eyes. Obviously, he wasn't
disappointed by my performance, and that made me very
happy to know.

"So, should we just make a weekly appointment now, or
play it by ear from now on?" he asked expectantly,
watching my bemused eyes as he waited for my answer.

Smiling insanely widely back at him, I responded,
"I've got nothing planned for the next few months --
years even."

Laughing deep in his throat, he stood up, pulling me
up by my hands with him, and threw his arm across my
shoulders as we headed off to the shower room to wash
away the heat and passion of the night games.