Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2017 19:23:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gym Buddies, Part 4

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Gym Buddies, Chapter 4
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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Last time: During a sexual encounter with Dylan, he topped me for the first
time and claimed me as his own. Jordan, who I had blown once at the gym,
has been out of the picture ever since.

That night, Dylan and I went from being two guys who had hooked up a few
times to full on, though unofficial, boyfriends, and he was unlike anyone I
had ever been with before.

On the one hand, Dylan was possessive. He wanted me to be with him when he
wasn't at work or in school, and he wanted me to be next to him when we
were hanging out. His hands were always on my shoulder, my back, grabbing
at my ass, and he was constantly trying to kiss me. When we were in public,
it was a little embarrassing. At the same time, it got me hot every single
time. When he slipped his hand into my pants as we walked down the street,
it put me in the mood for more, and he was always demanding about sex. If
he wanted a blow-job and I didn't pick up on his signals, he would grab my
neck and pull my head into his junk.

At the same time, despite his possessiveness, his aggression, and his
constant cockiness, he was the most loving and romantic guy I'd ever
dated. He was affectionate, caring, and, well, into me. Things got serious
fast, and I soon realized I was ignoring the rest of my life.

I ran into Jordan at the gym after about two weeks of being holed up in
either my bedroom or Dylan's. He grabbed my neck and rubbed my hair before
saying, "Looks like Dylan finally got sick of you."

"Uh," I said, "I guess we've both sort of disappeared."

"Married yet?"

"You're just jealous because you lost your wing man."

"Gotta say, Dylan falls for guys hard, but never this hard. He's all bound
up in you."

I blushed. I had never felt this way. I'd dated some guys, but with Dylan I
felt like a cartoon character with hearts in my eyes and a throbbing chest.

The following night I went to Dylan's place to watch the NBA Finals. Dylan
was wearing jeans and a t-shirt like always. He was spread out on one end
of the couch, his body open and wide. I put a six pack of beer on the table
and sat down next to him. Dylan put his arm around me and pulled me into
him, kissing at my neck.

We watched the first quarter of the game, and as usual Dylan was handsy as
hell. Jordan came home from the gym around halftime. He had run the two
miles back to the apartment, and sweat dripped down the sides of his
chiseled face. A thick vein ran from the base of his wrist, up over his
bicep, and over his shoulder into his chest. His long hair, normally blown
out or styled, was damp and pushed behind his ears. His hat was on
backwards and he smiled widely as soon as he walked in. He strutted over to
the couch and dropped himself between Dylan and I.

Jordan put one hand around each of our necks. It only took a few seconds
for his pit sweat to soak through the fabric of my t-shirt. His warm, moist
aroma spread over me. I looked over at Dylan, who rolled his eyes, and then
grabbed his crotch.

Jordan turned to me and whispered in my ear, "You know what I know that you
don't know?"

"What?"

"I know that if I want to get a blow-job from Dylan it requires sweat and a
third guy. This guy never tells anyone, but he's a sucker for jocks. He
can't get enough of a guy's hard body, throbbing from a workout, dripping
with heat, sweat, and testosterone. He'll pretend to ignore me, but he's
going to be on my dick within an hour."

Then he ran his tongue around the inside of my ear.

 When the quarter ended, we all walked to the kitchen to get more beer, and
I could see that Dylan had a healthy bulge in his pants. He winked and I
knew that he would fuck me senseless when he got a chance. His sexual
energy didn't have a maximum. It just kept building up until he got some
release.

Jordan pulled Dylan close. I had never seen Dylan caught off guard before,
but I could tell that Jordan was getting to him and he didn't want me to
know. He didn't want his manhood called into question in front of his new
guy. Here he was, a huge top, all aggression and control, and a sweaty stud
like Jordan had him squirming.

"Look at you two, sitting here with hard-ons. Maybe we should play around."

I had my phone out and was trying to get a shot of Jordan in his gear; he
looked too beautiful to let the moment pass. Before I could snap the photo,
Dylan reached across the couch and grabbed my phone from my hands. He
bounded off the couch, smoothed out his shorts and started to look through
my pictures.

"Dude," I said standing up, "We don't know each other well enough for you
to be digging in there."

"What'd you think I'll find? It's not like I haven't seen you with a dick
in your mouth."

I reached out to take the phone back from Dylan but he passed it to
Jordan. I then reached for Jordan and he passed it back to Dylan. I paused,
recognizing that Dylan had done this to take the attention away from his
cock, which was still tenting the front of his pants. It was the kind of
game that Dylan loved. On the one hand it was old-fashioned ribbing. On the
other, he got to humiliate me by treating me like a child.

I decided to end the game by rushing Jordan to get the phone. As soon as I
did, he wrestled me to the floor. I'm fairly well matched with Jordan, but
soon Dylan was in the game too. He held me down, squeezing me to the floor
and pushing down my shoulders. I had two hundred and fifty pounds of man on
top of me, grinding my body into the floor. Jordan was looking down at me,
laughing. I wasn't sure if I was going to blush or blow a load in my
shorts, but I was ready for this to end.

"I give up," I said with a smile. I leaned up and kissed Dylan, "You win."

"I win" Jordan said. "I've got two guys on the floor in front of me and
both of them are bonafide cocksuckers" Jordan pawed the lump of flesh
between his legs and his gym shorts didn't hide any of the details. When he
slipped the waistband down, I saw the top of a jockstrap.

I was soon on my knees with Dylan behind me. He grabbed my head and pushed
it into Jordan's crotch. He rubbed my face into the damp fabric, pushing me
up underneath Jordan's nuts and deep into his crack. Jordan almost fell
over, but stabilized himself and soon his hand was on the back of my head
too. Then Dylan's fingers dug into my hair and pulled me out into the cool
air. He squatted down and kissed me, running his nose all over my chin and
cheeks.

"You smell like cock, dude. Better watch it or guys are going to get the
wrong idea."

"Yeah," Jordan said, "You wouldn't want anyone to find out your big
secret."

Dylan joined in. "Big man, walks around like he's a beast, but in the end,
he's got a cock hunger that can only be filled by a studs like us."

"Dude," Jordan said suddenly. "I didn't tell you about the best part of
getting a blow-job from this dude. I made him bark like a dog. The fucker
literally looked up at me and barked in order to get a taste of my dick."

"Really?" Dylan said looking down at me. "I mean, I knew you were sort of a
bitch in the bedroom, but barking? You're more fucked up than I thought."

He rubbed my head quickly, smiling to let me know that he was joking around
rather than criticizing me.

Jordan laughed and then walked out of the room. He came back in holding a
dildo in his hand. It was one of the cheap rubber kinds, and I didn't ask
why he had it. He tossed it across the room and then looked at me.

"Fetch."

That was it. Just one word. Dylan stared at me. I wasn't sure if I wanted
to do it. Before I'd met these two guys, I had entertained a few submissive
fantasies, but I had never considered acting on them. The only time I even
bottomed was with guys I dated. Yet, when Dylan opened me up, he did
something to me. It was like a floodgate opened in my mind. Now, I got off
on it. The humiliation of fetching a dildo for a twenty-five year old stud
got me going.

I crawled across the room on my hands and knees and picked up the dildo in
my mouth. Then I bounded back to Jordan and dropped it at his feet. Jordan
smiled from ear to ear while Dylan shook his head.

"What do you think, dude?" Jordan said to Dylan, "I think I should get him
a leash or something. Do you think I could teach him to get me a beer?"

"He already brings you beer. Fuck, I'll get you a beer. You don't have to
treat my man like a bitch in order to get beer."

"Seriously?" Jordan said, "You treat this guy like you own him, but I make
him fetch me a dildo like a dog and you're pissed?"

"You want him to be your dog, have at it. I'm just saying it's not my
thing. He's not my bitch, he's my man." Dylan grabbed my chin and stared
into my eyes, "My man" he said emphasizing the first word.

Dylan lifted me up to my feet. He kissed me hard on the mouth, shoving his
tongue between my teeth, shoveling his spit in with it. It was a wet,
sloppy kiss, and I felt completely invaded by him. When he pulled away he
looked me in the eyes for a moment.

"Yours." I said softly.

In a flash his hand was in my pants, rubbing my cock and reaching for my
balls. "Don't forget it," then he looked at Jordan, "You can make him bark
and shit, but you're not going to collar him. If a collar ever goes around
this neck, I'm going to be the one to put it on."

"Got it." Jordan said.

Dylan bounded off into the kitchen to grab a beer and while he was gone,
Jordan looked at me. "You know, he's never been this possessive. Usually
after three weeks, he's ready to give a guy up. He's into you."

"It's freaking me out." I said.

"You're not into him?"

"Totally into him. I just don't get it. I've never felt, I don't know, I've
never been with a guy who is this into me. I'm worried I'm going to fuck it
up."

Dylan walked back in. "Stop talking about me." He tossed Jordan a beer and
then as he got closer, he put a hand on the middle of his broad chest and
shoved him backward into the couch. Then he pushed me onto the couch
too. Without a word, Dylan dropped to his knees and pulled Jordan's shorts
down.

He was wearing a gray cotton jock and there was a dark blotch that covered
about a quarter of it. The guy pulled amazing boners, thick wet ones. Dylan
fished it out of the pouch and slipped it into his mouth. He started to
suck on the tip, with Jordan moaning, and soon one of Jordan's hands was on
his shoulder. I watched as Jordan massaged Dylan's shoulders and back,
never taking control, but maintaining some contact and giving something
back.

Jordan leaned forward and pulled his shirt off. Then he grabbed my head and
shoved it into his armpit. I'd already spent a few minutes soaking in his
cock sweat, but his pits were so much better, wetter with a deeper, muskier
smell. I licked at his skin, digging into the hair. Jordan was the kind of
guy who shaved most of his body, but his pits each contained thick tufts of
dark hair surrounded by hard muscle. I ran my hand over his stomach and
flanks.

In a move that almost seemed rehearsed, Jordan raised his legs up onto the
coffee table. With one hand he pushed my head down his body and with the
other he pushed Dylan under his junk, toward his asshole.

"There you go, dude. Fucking sweaty jock asshole just for you. Get at
it. You make me feel good enough, maybe I'll let you fuck me again."

I looked up at Jordan, wondering if he was serious. "It only happened once,
and I was drunk."

Dylan pulled out just as Jordan's cock was falling out of my mouth. "He
wasn't that drunk," Dylan said before kissing me.

I licked his cheek, "Now you're the one that smells like dick."

Jordan's hands returned to both of our skulls. He pushed me back into his
bush and pushed Dylan back into his ass. "Fuck bro, that feels good." He
pulled his dick out of my mouth and squeezed it. A thick glob of precum
oozed out. He scooped it up with his finger and then rubbed it behind
Dylan's ear. The two guys were friends, but they clearly enjoyed fucking
with each other. A moment later, Jordan jumped up.

"Watch the teeth."

"Sorry, got a little too excited."

Now standing, Jordan finished his beer and burped loudly. He looked at
Dylan and raised an eyebrow. "You think he's game?"

Dylan looked at me and then back at Jordan, "We haven't done it, but yeah,
he'll be into it."

"What?" I asked.

"He wants to piss on you." Dylan said. Then he smiled and nipped at my
shoulder. His hand ventured down my back and played with my asshole again,
"So do I."

He was leading me to the bathroom before I had a chance to consider
it. Jordan was in front of me, his perfect ass bouncing with every
step. Honestly, the guy was so hot that once I was boned up there was
almost nothing that I wouldn't do for him. Add to that the fact that it
would get Dylan hot, and I was totally game.

When I was kneeling in the bathtub, Jordan stood up over me, big and wide
and muscular. "Look up at him." Dylan said, "And ask him for it."

"Please," I said, looking right into Jordan's eyes, Then suddenly I
blushed, more embarrassed to ask than afraid to actually do it. I
hesitated.

"Look at this cock." Dylan said to me, holding Jordan's dick in his
hand. Then he groped his own dick, "And look at this one. If you love these
dicks, you've got to love everything about them. Trust me, when that thick
stream hits your chest, you're going to love it."

I looked at Jordan a second time, he was still grinning stupidly. Jordan
was sort of like a golden retriever. On some level, even when he was trying
to get himself off, he was still interested in pleasing others. What he
loved most about the current scenario was that he knew I would love it and
that Dylan would love it.

"Piss on me, bro." I said softly.

His dick thickened and before I knew what was happening his wide piss slit
opened up and a stream of hot liquid slammed into my chest. The thick arc
drilled into my torso. A moment later, Dylan had joined in, blasting the
other side of my chest. I was just starting to get a grip on the situation,
figuring out whether I liked it, when Jordan moved his stream up over my
face and hit me in the forehead. He moved it away quickly, but a cascade of
piss washed over my face.

I let some of it into my mouth, surprised that it tasted a little salty,
but otherwise fine. I had expected something bitter, but an afternoon of
beer drinking had helped water it down.

Getting into the game, I realized that my dick was rock hard, and I reached
down to grab it. As I started to jerk myself off in front of these two
beautiful men, I opened my mouth and was almost instantly greeted with two
streams. I took it into my mouth, let it run down my chest, and then
swallowed a mouthful. Dylan grinned wildly.

When it was over, somebody turned on the shower and rinsed me off with warm
water. Then a towel was thrown over me. Four hands at first, and then two,
rubbed the thick cloth into my skin. The guys were deliberately rough,
pushing me around and causing me to trip. I was pushed to my knees when
they started to dry my hair and shoved into a man's crotch.

Dylan. I knew it right away. I started to lick at whatever flesh I could
find. For all our play that afternoon, I hadn't had my mouth on his dick
yet.

As quickly as it started, he lifted me back to my knees. Dylan was
completely naked now, burly and bulky and incredibly sexy. He wasn't the
kind of guy I would normally describe as hot, but without his clothes on,
he looked masculine and strong. He wasn't necessarily the guy I had been
looking for, but a guy I was glad to have found.

He kissed me and, as usual, reached around and played with my ass. "If I
don't get to fuck you soon, I'm going to die."

We bounded into the bedroom, where Jordan was sprawled out on Dylan's bed,
stroking his long cock. It glistened from lube and he looked ready for
round two.

"Get off my bed dude," Dylan said, "We've got some fucking to do."

Jordan grinned and gave his dick a squeeze. A thick drop of precum oozed
out of the tip. "First, I know you like it when I rub my sweaty ass all
over your sheets, so shut the fuck up. Second, I thought it was my turn to
fuck this guy. For some reason, you haven't offered yet."

Dylan didn't say anything, but Jordan looked at me and winked. "Get that
fat ass over here and sit on my cock. I'm not as big as Dylan, but I fuck
like a pro."

I had no doubt that it was true. Dylan fucked like an animal. He didn't
perform, wasn't looking for an audience or to impress me, he climbed on top
of me, covered as much of me as he could, and then forced our bodies
together. Jordan would be different. Jordan cared what his body looked
like, cared whether about his performance. It would be like fucking a
porn-star, which was a different kind of fun.

Finally Dylan shook his head. "I'm not sure I'm ready to let you at him,
yet." Again his hand was on my ass, his fingers searching for my hole. When
he found it, he dug in, "I kind of like that I'm the only guy he gives this
up for. Strong top dude, putting out for a stronger stud like me. If he
sluts it up with you, it might change things."

Jordan sighed. "Whatever, are you going to at least blow me?"

"You know what I really want to do." Dylan stated to Jordan.

"Never going to happen again."

There was a loud sigh from behind me. Dylan grabbed my shoulder and walked
me forward to the bed. "Lay down on top of him." he said.

I crawled onto Jordan. Dylan positioned me so that I was chest to chest, on
my hands and knees, over Jordan. I looked down at the blond stud and then
licked at his armpit. He grabbed my chin and kissed me before shoving my
face into his chest. I mashed my cheek against his hard pectoral muscle as
Dylan grabbed onto my hips and lifted my ass into the air. I felt his knees
on either side of me depress the mattress and then he pushed his dick
against my asshole. I braced myself for what I knew would be a hard entry.

I'd had Dylan's cock inside my body in more ways than I could name. He'd
taken me every way possible, sometimes gently rocking me back and forth as
our foreheads pressed against each other and sometimes grinding my face
into the carpet as he dicked me down. Every time, no matter how it was
going to go, it took me a few minutes to get used to his size. His dick was
massive, and the human body just wasn't made for something like that.

Just as Dylan started to shove in, Jordan grabbed my jaw and directed my
head up towards him. "Look at me," he growled. "That's part of what gets me
off." I felt his dick bounce against my stomach. He wasn't joking. The guy
was super into seeing me get covered by my guy.

I winced as Dylan shoved his dick into me. Then he grabbed my hair and
pulled my head back. I had two guys fighting for my attention, but I gave
it to Dylan. I turned my head around and met him for a kiss. As his tongue
snaked into my mouth, he pushed inch after inch of his cock into me.

Jordan laughed and then tussled my hair, "It's like a disappearing act,
watching Dylan shove his cock up inside a guy." Then he backed up onto his
knees and sat against the headboard. He planted each foot on the bed and
lifted his ass a little off the bed. Dylan grabbed my skull and pushed it
between Jordan's legs.

Jordan loved having his balls and taint licked. He thought it was demeaning
and submissive. "Fucking suck my nuts while you take that dick, bitch," he
said as he pulled my face into his balls.

I was lapping at this ball sack and then Dylan's face was next to mine. He
continued to pile drive my asshole, long hard thrusts punching me in the
guts, but he dove onto Jordan's dick like it was the last dick on
earth. Together, we worked it over, Jordan's hand occasionally coming into
play to jerk himself off.

"Dirty fucking boys," Jordan groaned as he pulled on his shaft, "Gonna make
out with my cum, aren't you? Worship my baby batter like it deserves."

Normally it was the kind of comment that would turn Dylan off, but in his
sex haze he was willing to be a little submissive, with Jordan at least.

Dylan continued to fuck me hard. He pressed his hips against mine and I
collapsed into the bed. While he jammed into me, he wrapped his arms around
my chest, squeezing the air out of my lungs. I knew he was close. This was
the way he got. It was like he was trying to crawl up into me or press us
both together into one body. In these last few minutes, I felt like I was
being completely owned by the beast.

I glanced upward and Jordan had a finger in Dylan's mouth, playing with his
lips. The connection between the two men was intense, and I would have been
jealous if I hadn't spent enough time with the two of them to know they
were playing around. As I watched, Jordan pulled Dylan's mouth open and
spit into it. Dylan turned to me and started to make out with me, pushing
Jordan's spit into my mouth.

"Fuck." Jordan moaned, "Here it fucking comes."

Dylan grabbed my head and pulled me back. Then he dove onto Jordan's
cock. He took it into his mouth and grabbed the shaft hard. He yanked on
Jordan a couple of times and then I saw Jordan's dick start to throb and
spasm in his lips. Dylan stared at me the whole time, let me know that I
was the main player in this game, at least in his mind.

I watched him take Jordan's load into his mouth as his pace in my ass
picked up. He was close, his body was spasming and twitching as he tried to
retain control. Then he smiled at me and pulled my head back. He came down
on me with his whole weight while he shoved his mouth against mine. Just as
Jordan's cum was pushed into my mouth, his dick exploded in my ass.

We made out while Dylan fucked his load into me. I could tell it was a lot,
because it was already running out of my ass. The making out got messy
fast, with both of us covered in spit and cum. Dylan licked it off my face
while he pushed the last drops of his load up into guts.

I was savoring the flavor when Dylan grabbed onto my dick and took it into
his fist. He squeezed it hard and then started to jerk me off. I was so
boned up that only his touch was enough to put me over the edge. He shoved
me forward, his dick still deep inside of me, and pushed me into Jordan cum
covered crotch.

"Get up in those nuts, boy." Jordan growled, "Fucking lick those stud
balls. Take a whiff and get a good taste of all that testosterone and
muscle. Think about that for a while before you cum."

Jordan opened up his legs and moved his feet up and down my back, then I
started to shoot all over the bed. I ground the head of my cock into
Dylan's sheets while he fisted my dick.

When it was all over, Dylan moved off of me in one direction and I rolled
over in the other, we were facing each other with Jordan's cock between
us. It was soft now, but still pretty thick, laying lazily across his
muscular thigh. Dylan finally sat up.

"That was awesome."

"Got a little gay at the end," Jordan said.

"That's what I was thinking when you started to stare into my boyfriends
eyes." Dylan added.

It was the first time he'd called me his boyfriend, and as soon as he said
it our eyes locked. Jordan was already off the bed, but Dylan flashed me a
smile to let me know that he wasn't going to walk the comment back.

Jordan grabbed a t shirt off the floor. "There's cum on your bed."

"I like it." Dylan said. "Reminds me what the bed is for."

He rolled over and grabbed onto me, wrapping his legs around my torso. Then
he called out to Jordan, "Close the door when you leave, ok?

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