From: honjohn@gate.net (John E. Smith)
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Subject: Cumming Out in the Weight Room (M/t Oral Anal)
Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 03:41:12 GMT

John E. Smith
P.O. Box 7762
Port St. Lucie, FL
34985-7762

COMING OUT IN THE WEIGHT ROOM

  
     I had first seen Kurt my first day in college.  He was already
sitting in my First Year German classroom waiting for class to begin,
when I arrived.  I saw him when I first stepped into the room, and I
felt the prickle of sexual excitement stir deep in my belly because he
was one of the handsomest men I had ever seen.  He was tall, strikingly
handsome, and looked well-built, even though he was wearing street
clothes.  I didn't find out how well built he really was until later,
but even under the jacket and slacks that he was wearing, his arms
looked big and his muscles rippled his clothes excitingly.  His hair was
brown and curly even though he wore it cropped so close to his head,
like a Prussian. His face was incredibly mature and handsome with that
fullness-of-chin, like Dudley Doright, that some men get after they are
twenty years old.  His handsome chin was cleft and his lips were curved
sensuously.  But, the thing that struck me, as I stepped into the room,
was his eyes.  They were an electric blue and were so clear that they
looked as if you were looking right through his head to a bright
blue-white light behind him.  His eyes sparkled good-naturedly as he
watched me walk across the room and sit in the seat next to him. 

     I later found out that the reason Kurt was so much more mature than
the other students was because he was an upperclassman who had completed
his military service before returning to college under the GI Bill.  He
must have been in his mid-twenties, whereas I was just eighteen years
old and just out of high school.  "Hi!  My name is Gene," I said to him,
offering him my hand.  

     "Kurt Klug," he replied, taking my hand and shaking it with a firm
grip.  Just then, the professor walked into the room and the class
began.  We sat quietly during class taking notes.  

     When class was over, Kurt said, "After lunch, some of us go to the
"Y" and lift weights.  Why don't you come with us?"  My heart jumped in
my breast with joy.  It was a dream come true.  Here was this handsome
hunk asking me to join him and his weight-lifting buddies at the "Y".  

     But, my joy was not without some apprehension.  I am not very tall,
5'6", and, at that time, I was not very well built.  I only weighed
about a hundred and forty-five pounds.  My chest measurement was
thirty-eight inches, my waist was a slim twenty-eight inches, I was not
very muscular, and I was not very well-coordinated.  I had never been
very good at the hit-the-ball, throw-the-ball, kick-the-ball kind of
athletics that they had at the high school that I attended.  So, it was
with some fear and trepidation that I thought about revealing my lack of
coordination to this man whom I admired so greatly and whom I wanted to
like me.  But, my desire to be with him was so strong that it won out
over my fear of gyms.  God!  Kurt's power over me was so great that if
he had asked me to go with him to the gates of Hell, I think I would
have gone. 
     I packed my gym clothes in a gym bag, that I bought just for the
occasion, and I met Kurt at the "Y".  We undressed together in the
locker room.  It was then that I saw how really well-built he was.  His
arms were immense.  His pectoral muscles, like two slabs of meat on his
chest, flexed as he undressed.  His deltoids were like cantalope-halves
on each shoulder, his thighs were like the trunks of trees, and his
abdominal muscles, clearly defined and well-developed, rippled as he
bent to undo his shoes.  At 6'3", and two-hundred and forty pounds,
without a single ounce of excess flab on his body, he was tremendous. 

     After we had changed into work-out shorts and sneakers, we went
into the weight room.  Kurt was very kind to me.  He took a blank card
and wrote down an exercise program for me.  He wrote each exercise, that
he showed me how to do, wrote down the weight I was using, and the
number of reps (repetitions) I was able to perform.  I'll have to admit
I made a poor showing that first time.  My arms shook with every
exercise and I couldn't handle very much weight or do very many reps. 
But, Kurt kindly gave no indication that he was disappointed in me.  He
only encouraged me. 

     Then, the day after the work-out, all of my muscles ached.  My
thigh muscles ached so much that I could barely walk up a flight of
stairs.  But, as Kurt told me, when he saw me struggling up the stairs,
"No pain, no gain."  

     All I can say is that I must have been making tremendous gains
because I was sure suffering tremendous pains.  Even so, Kurt's power
over me was so great that, despite the pain, I was back in the gym
exercising with him, two days after the first session.  In
body-guilding, you don't work all of your muscle groups every day
because your body has to have time enough to repair the muscle tissue
you broke down during the exercises.  To increase muscle bulk, you work
out every other day.

     I took to body building like a duck to water.  My body developed
quickly and, after only a few short months of exercising with Kurt, I
was handling heavy weights and was doing three or four sets of eight or
ten reps in each exercise.  I was doing standing military curls with 150
pounds, bench presses with 250 pounds, and squats with 300 pounds.  Even
though I am short, I was developing rapidly.  I had to throw away all
the size 38 sports jackets I had bought for college because my chest was
up to forty-six inches.  My weight was up to 180 pounds, my biceps,
calves, and neck were each eighteen inches, my abdominal muscles were
well-developed and well-defined, and my latissimus dorci muscles bulged,
when I posed, so that they looked like I had a couple of soft balls
under each arm.  

     I had always been told that I was "cute", with a pretty face, and
light blond hair, that got nearly white when I was out in the sun at the
beach all summer, as I had been.  Now, after working out with Kurt for
less than a year, I was a cute muscular hunk.  And, Kurt was proud of
me.  He bragged about me to his friends, called me the "little monster",
and said that I even had muscles in my shit.  Sometimes, when we walked
together, he put his big arm around my shoulders and gave me an
affectionate hug.  I loved it when he did this. 

     It was late in the evening and no one else was in the weight room
but Kurt and me.  Kurt had said that he thought that I had developed
enough to enter some body-building contests so he had me practicing my
poses in front of the mirror in the weight room.  My muscles were all
pumped up and I was sweaty from my work-out, so that I glistened under
the posing light and, even if I do say so myself, I looked terrific.  As
I struck each pose, Kurt took my arms and legs and moved them a little
to get a better line or to show my muscles better.  He got me to strike
a biceps pose, then he grabbed my hips in both of his hands to twist me
to a better position.  His hands on my hips excited me and I felt my
cock in my posing briefs start to get hard.

     "Kurt, we've been friends, now, for almost a year.  Can I ask you a
personal question?" I asked.

     "Sure, Gene, what is it?"

     "You were in the Navy, weren't you?"

     "Yes."

     "Have you had many sexual experiences?"

     "Yes."  

     "Did you ever have sex with a man?"

     "Yes."

     "Kurt.  I've never had any sexual experiences with another person
before in my life.  Would you please teach me how to do it?"

     Kurt put his arms around me, bent down and kissed me on the lips. 
Then he said, "Sure, Gene.  I thought you'd never ask.  Let's shower and
go back to the dorm."  

     Back at the dorm, I went with Kurt to his room because, as a
Freshman, I was required to room with a roommate and Kurt, as an
upperclassman, wasn't.  "Get undressed and pose for me, Gene."  Kurt
stripped down and sat on the edge of the bed, watching me.  I did as
Kurt requested.  I stripped down naked and did a biceps pose and a
latissimus pose for him.  "Come over here, Gene," Kurt ordered.  I
walked over to where Kurt was sitting and stood in front of him.  He ran
his hands lovingly over my body, cupping each of my pectoral muscles in
his hands as I flexed them for him, running his hands down my wash-board
abdominal muscles, grabbing around each of my thighs as I flexed them
for him, turning me around and stroking my bare buttocks.  "God!  You've
got a beautiful behind," Kurt said.

     "Its all those squats and leg presses you made me do, Kurt," I
replied.

     "Yeh.  They have had their effect, haven't they?  Here, lie down on
the bed next to me."  I lay on the bed on my back next to him.  He put
his arm over me, grabbed me by my shoulder, and pulled me strongly up
against his hard muscular body.  I felt his rock-hard thighs against
mine and the deltoid muscles of my shoulders were pressed against his
pectoral muscles.  As he leaned over me and kissed me on the lips, I
felt his hardened tit scrape across my chest and his pectoral muscle
flex against mine as he hugged me more tightly.  I closed my eyes and
all of my consciousness focused on where our lips were pressed tightly
against each other.  Then, with just the tip of his tongue, he separated
my lips a little and fucked the tip of his tongue in and out of my
mouth.  It sent shivers of passion up and down my spine, and I felt my
cock begin to get hard from sexual excitement.  

     Kurt broke his lips from mine and said, "Oh, Gene, you're such a
cute, hunky little dude that I could just eat you up."  With that, he
put his mouth on my tit and started gnawing on my flexed pectoral muscle
as if he were going to make good his threat.  My tit got as hard as a
little Liliputian cock when Kurt licked and chewed on it.  

     The hand that had been around my shoulder, holding me close to him,
now went down to my hard cock where it gently frigged the foreskin of my
eight-inch cock up and down over the head as Kurt licked his tongue down
my belly, into my belly button, closer and closer to my rampant
hard-on.  Then, after what seemed like an eternity of suspense, he stuck
my cock into his mouth and sucked in his cheeks so that my cock was
subjected to the most luscious sensations.  At the same time, he tongued
around the head of my cock titillating the chord on the bottom of the
head with the tip of his tongue.  "OOOOHHHHH, Kurt," I moaned as erotic
ecstacy plunged me into a state of euphoria, the likes of which I had
never experienced before.  

     After enjoying Kurt's mouth on my cock for a long time, I don't
know how long it was because I somehow lost track of time, he took my
cock out of his mouth and said, "Would you like to learn how to do
that?"

     "Oh, yes, Kurt, please teach me."

     "Alright.  Take my cock in your mouth."  

     Now, anyone who says that all body builders have small cocks, that
they build their muscles to compensate for a small penis size, doesn't
know what he is talking about.  Kurt's cock was big even for a man who
was as big as he was.  Later, when I measured it, I found that it
measured over ten inches.  All I knew at that time was that taking that
monster very far into my mouth was going to be an Herculean task.  

     I took Kurt's immense cock in my hand, it was so big around that I
could barely get my fingers around it, and I gently frigged his foreskin
up and down over the head as I admired it.  Like the rest of his body,
Kurt's cock was a veritable thing of beauty.  It was long and straight,
and was shaped like the Hindenburg dirigible.  The head was smaller than
the shaft and the middle of the shaft was the thickest part.  I lay
there enraptured by the sight of this beautiful organ, hypnotized like a
bird by a snake, until the gentle pressure of Kurt's hand on the back of
my head roused me from my reverie.  "Oh, God, Kurt.  You've got a
beautiful cock."

     "We're here to bury Caeser not to praise him," Kurt said.  (You
could tell he was a Literature major.)  "Take it in your mouth and suck
on it." 

     "I don't know how.  I've never done it before." 

     "I'll tell you how to do it.  Just put it in your mouth," Kurt said
as he gently increased the pressure of his hand on the back of my head. 
I opened my mouth and Kurt slid that humongous member in little. 
"That's it.  Tongue the head with my foreskin forward.  All over it.  . 
.  . That's it.  Now stick your tongue in the front of my foreskin up
under my foreskin, between my foreskin and the head of my dick.  .  .  .
OOOOOHHHHH, YYYYEEEEHHH, thats the way to do it.  Now cover your teeth
with your lips and run your mouth up and down on my cock.  .  .  . 
That's it.  Now, make a suction in your cheeks so that your mouth makes
makes more pressure all the way along my dick.  .  .  . That's it.  Now
skin my foreskin back with your tongue and take the head of my dick deep
into your throat -- as deep as you can.  .  .  .  YYYYEEEHHH!  Now move
your thoat muscles on the head of my dick like you were trying to
swallow it.  .  .  .  YYYYEEEHHH, Gene, you're getting it.  Now, get my
cock all wet with your spit.  Lick all the way down it, all around it. .
. . That's the way.  Get it all wet and slippery. . . . That's it.  Now
use your hand and jerk me off as you suck and tongue the head of my
cock. . OOOOHHHHHH, that feels so good," Kurt moaned.  "Now, with your
other hand, gently massage my balls.  OOOOOHHHHHH, that's it.  That
feels so good, Gene.  Now, open your throat, hold your breath and try to
plunge on it like a sword swallower."  With this maneuver, Kurt pushed
on the back of my head too hard, and I choked and gaged.  "Sucking cock
is just like body building," Kurt said.  "Now, you can handle weights
with ease that you couldn't even lift when you started.  With cock
sucking, you'll stretch your throat open on my cock a little more every
day and you'll learn to control your breathing.  Before too long, with
practice, you'll be able to deep throat this big Mother to the hilt like
a Trojan.  You'd like that wouldn't you?"

     "Oh, yes, Kurt.  I'd love to give you pleasure, any way I can," I
replied enthusiastically.

     "Good.  Lets try some more cocksucking in the sixty-nine position. 
In that position, the angle is better for sliding my cock into your
throat.  At the same time, I'll demonstrate on your cock, the deep
throat technique that I'm talking about."  

     We layed on our sides in the sixty-nine position.  I took Kurt's
cock into my mouth and he continued his instruction, "Now, while I'm
still a little soft, grab my hips and force my cock into your throat as
deep as you can.  It will be a little flexible and slide in more
easily.  .  .  .  That's it.  You see, you held your breath and took it
all the way down into your throat without gagging that time.  Now just
keep doing that while my dick gets fully hard again.  .  .  .  That's
the way.  You're getting the hang of it.  Before too long you'll be the
best cocksucker on campus.  .  .  .  That's it.  Just keep that up while
I return the favor," Kurt said as he took my cock into his mouth and
deep-throated my cock to the hilt.

     Before too long, Kurt's cocksucking efforts were beginning to pay
off as I felt myself climb for my climax.  "UUUUUGGGGHHHHH," I moaned as
I shot spurt after spurt of my semen deep in his gullet.  

     "I'm sorry I made you come, Gene.  Does that mean you're through?"
Kurt asked.  

     "No, Kurt.  I'm good for three or four loads a night."

     "Good," Kurt said as he rolled me over on my back, lifted my legs,
and buried his face between the cheeks of my ass.  He gently bit and
licked the cheeks of my ass.  Then, he put his pointed tongue right in
my asshole and darted it in and out.  It felt like a pleasant little
electric shock.  Then, he spread my asshole with his fingers and stuck
his tongue as far into me as he could.  "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH,"  I moaned
from the torrent of erotic sensations his tongue was stimulating in my
rectum.

     "Would you like to do that to me?" Kurt asked.  

     "Oh, yes, please, Kurt," I replied. 

     "Here, you sit on the edge of the bed," he ordered.  I sat where
Kurt told me to.  Kurt stood by the bed, turned with his back to me,
bent over and spread the cheeks of his ass.  I grabbed Kurt's
spit-slickened, hard cock in one hand, pulled his ass toward me as if
his cock were the handle to his body, and buried my face in between
those beautiful, firmly muscular buttocks of his.  "That's it, Gene. 
That feels so good," Kurt said as I tongued his ass hole while I jerked
his cock with my hand.

     After Kurt had enjoyed my attention to his ass for a while, he
asked, "Would you like to try fucking?"

     "Oh, yes, please, Kurt.  I want to do everything with you.  Please
tell me what you want me to do."

     "Well, first, Gene, I have to loosen that tight little virgin
asshole of yours so I can get my cock into it."  He went to a bureau
drawer and took out a device that he called "The Anal Arouser".  It was
a device that he had bought from a sexual supply house that was designed
to stretch tight assholes.  It was shaped like a vibrating butt plug,
except it had an air bulb on it so that, once inserted, it could be
inflated, thereby stretching the subject's asshole as much as necessary
to ensure painless penetration of a penis as gargantuan as Kurt's was. 
Kurt showed me the device and explained its function.  He explained that
he was going to insert the device into my ass, and inflate it a little
bit at a time so that my ass would get used to being stretched.  

     Kurt had me kneel on my hands and knees with my ass stuck out as he
lubricated the device and smeared lubricant on my asshole.  Then, with
one hand, he held my firm, muscular body by the shoulder as he started
pushing the device into my asshole.  "Now, Gene, you have to help, too. 
You have to relax your ass and push out as if you were taking a shit. .
. . That's it.  Relax and push out. . .  . Can you feel it?  Each time
you do it right, the device goes into your asshole a little deeper, but,
then you forget and clamp down with your ass muscle.  Try to stop
clamping down because, when you do that it makes it more painful for
you.  Just relax and open up for me," Kurt continued, soothingly.

     The pain in my ass was intense, as the first thing to go in it,
instead of out of it, made its way into my body.  "Oh, Kurt," I moaned. 
"It hurts so much I don't think I can take any more."

     "Sure, you can, Gene," Kurt's voice was soothing.  "It's just like
body-building.  You're asshole will learn to relax and it will feel good
once my cock is inside of you.  Just be patient and give your asshole
enough time to relax."

     "Alright, Kurt, if you say so, but I don't think there is any way
that my asshole will ever relax enough to let that monster cock of yours
go in," I said.

     "It will.  Just wait and see," Kurt said.  "And, it will feel good,
too.  You'll love it, Gene.  You won't be able to get enough of it. 
You'll be begging me to fuck you every day.  Wait and see."    

     "Oh, I hope so, Kurt.  I hope so.  But, right now I can't see how
this could ever feel good."

     As Kurt talked soothingly to me, gently urging me to endure the
pain for the pleasure that would soon be mine, he had worked the device
deeper into my asshole.  "Just relax and push out," Kurt urged.  "That's
it.  You see how much your asshole has relaxed already?"  

     Kurt continued his unrelenting march into my asshole.  He now had
the device in almost to its widest point.  "Just a little more before it
will slip all the way in and we can begin inflation," Kurt said.  "Just
keep relaxing and pushing out.  We're almost there."  Then, all of a
sudden, my ass stretched past the widest part of the butt plug, the pain
diminished, and it slid all the way in to the hilt.  "Now, Gene, I'm
going to inflate it a little."  Kurt pumped up the inflatable butt plug
until I grimaced from the pain of having my asshole stretch.  "That's
enough for now," he said as he started the vibrator, rolled me over on
my back and kissed me.  

     The sensations coming from my asshole were indescribably exciting. 
The vibrator was vibrating my asshole and knocking against my prostate,
making me feel like I was on the brink of a climax all the time.  To
take my mind off of what was happening to my asshole, Kurt, kissed and
licked up and down my body, in my my armpits (like all body-builders, I
shaved my armpits) working his way down to my cock which was again up
and ready for action.  He sucked my cock with an irregular rhythm, not
to bring me to climax, but to fill me with pleasant sensations that
would take my mind off of the pain of having my asshole stretched. 
Every now and then, he returned to the airbulb and gave it a couple of
squeezes until my grimace again told him that my asshole had reached its
limit for a while.

     Kurt kept up this process for what must have been hours, until he
annouced that he thought my asshole was relaxed enough to receive him. 
He told me that he was going to slip his fingers into my asshole as he
deflated the device so that my asshole would stay stretched, which he
did.  "I'm going to lie down along side of you while my fingers keep
stretching your asshole.  You crawl over me and suck my cock until its
nice and hard."  I did as instructed.  

     "Now, my cock is nice and hard," Kurt said.  "I'm going to get
behind you and start putting it into you.  Keep your asshole relaxed and
don't clamp down or my cock will hurt you going in."  

     Kurt crawled around behind me, on his hands and knees, with his
fingers still in my asshole.  He stuck his lubricated cock in my asshole
between his fingers.  "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!  SSSSHHHHIIIITTTT!" I
moaned, as the head of Kurt's monster cock stretched my asshole more
than the device and his fingers had.  The pain was so intense that my
teeth were chattering and I had to keep swallowing rapidly because I
felt as if I were going to vomit.

     "Just relax and push out, Gene," Kurt said as he ignored my signs
of discomfort and continued his unrelenting pressure on my throbbing
asshole.

     "Oh, Kurt!  When will it stop hurting and begin to feel good?" I
cried, tears of pain squeezed from my tightly closed eyelids.  I wanted
to please Kurt so much that I clenched my fists, to fight back the pain,
my body shook from the strain, and my breathing came in sobs as I fought
back the impulse to deny Kurt access to my asshole because of the pain.  

     "Soon, Gene, soon.  As soon as your asshole relaxes enough," Kurt
replied.  

     Slowly, I learned to push out and relax my asshole.  Slowly, but
surely, Kurt's hard cock buried itself in my ass.  "OOOOHHHHHH!" Kurt
moaned.  "That feels so good.  Your ass is so nice and warm and tight." 

     Finally, Kurt's cock was entirely engulfed by my asshole and Kurt's
pubic hair tickled the sensitive skin around my asshole.  "That doesn't
feel too bad, now, does it?" Kurt asked.

     "No, Kurt.  The pain is less and I love the feel of your cock in
me," I replied

     "Good!  Now I'm going to fuck you.  You're really going to like
this," Kurt said as he started a little, gentle, in and out fucking
motion. 

     "Oh, yes, Kurt.  That feels good," I agreed. 

     "In a little while, I'm going to shoot a load of cum into your
ass.  For the first time in your life, but I bet it won't be the last
time, you're going to find out what it feels like to have a man shoot a
big load of cum up your virgin ass," Kurt said.

     "Oh, Kurt.  I can hardly wait.  Please hurry and shoot your load. 
I want to find out what it feels like," I pleaded.

     "All in due time.  All in due time," Kurt said as he continued
fucking me.  
      "This position is called 'dog style'," Kurt said.  "Now I want to
fuck you in the spoon position.  To get into that position, we both roll
over together on our sides.  Ready?" Kurt asked.

     "Yes," I replied.  He held me in his arms and we both rolled over
onto our sides, Kurt's cock still buried in my asshole.  

     "Move your ass around as I fuck you," Kurt ordered as his hands on
my hips moved my ass up and down and back and forth.  "That's it. . Now
use the muscles of your ass on my cock.  When I push in, you relax and
push out.  Then when I'm all the way in, clamp down on my cock as I pull
out.  That's it.  That feels great," Kurt instructed.

     "Now, I want to fuck you in the missionary position," Kurt said. 
"To get into that position, you have to roll over on your back with your
knees up to your chin.  Then, I will climb over on top of you.  Ready?"
Kurt asked.

     "Yes," I replied.  

     I rolled over onto my back with Kurt's cock still in me.  Kurt
climbed over on top of me and continued to fuck me.  "Oh, Kurt.  I like
this position the best," I said.

     "Why?" Kurt asked.

     "Because I'm a weight lifter.  Because I can feel more of you on me
and in me." 

     "You're so cute," Kurt said as he kissed me.

     The pace of Kurt's fucking increased and he said, "Oh, Gene!  I'm
going to come.  I'm going to shoot a big load of cum in you.  Are you
ready for it?"

     "Yes, Kurt, yes.  Give it to me.  Give it all to me, please."

     "Alright.  You asked for it.  Here it comes. 
AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" Kurt moaned as I felt, for the first time in
my life, Kurt's cock swell, pulse, and shoot spurt after spurt of his
hot body-builder cum deep in my bowels.  It felt so good that I resolved
that, even though that was the first time, it was certainly not going to
be the last.

     "Oh, Kurt, you were right," I said.  "That was wonderful.  I loved
it.  Lets do it again." 

     The next day, I went to the housing office and got my dorm room
changed because Kurt wanted me to.  I moved in with him and we roomed
together until he graduated.  We worked out together at the gym and we
"worked out" with each other in bed at night.  We went on and won
body-building contests -- you've probably seen us in some of the muscle
mags.  But, I shall always be grateful that a handsome body-building
upper classman took the time to be kind to a wimpy little Freshman like
me because, you see, I owe my muscles and a healthy mental attitude
toward gay sex to Kurt.

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