Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2001 13:29:25 -0800
From: TopLegal <toplegal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gym Stud

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Gym Boy Cum
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  By TopLegal

  WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
  and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
  offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
  you are not of legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of
  characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.

  (c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
  Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
  met:  there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay
  site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications.

Back Room
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  This is a small mid-western town. It is quite sleepy for the most
  part people know one another. I had purchased the small gym a few
  months back and was just getting around to sprucing it up.

  I had moved here in part to get away from the heavy hustle and
  bustle of the city, but also to do something different. When I had
  arrived in town, the gym was up for sale and some mega-corp wanted
  to take it over. I bought it instead and the rest as they say is
  history.

  The work-out crowd was filled with young, strapping men for the
  most part. I frequently made it my business to clean the men's
  locker room area when the younger crowd came back from the mines.
  They were, of course all "straight."

  I hadn't found the back room at first. Only when I went cleaning
  jag did I stumble across a door that was blocked by some cleaning
  supplies. The door was in the back of the janitor's closet. At
  first I assumed it would lead to the back of the parking lot and
  did not bother to go in.

  Then a week or two later when walking the trash around the back of
  the gym, I realized there were not any doors back there. My
  interest was piqued. I waited till closing time and then headed to
  the janitor's closet. In the back I found the door locked, but my
  master key opened the lock. There was a small alcove and then a
  staircase down and to the right.

  I fumbled for a light switch, and on finding one, shut the door
  behind me. I followed the stairs down, slowly, not quite sure what
  I would find. At the bottom, another locked door. Again my master
  key opened the door and I found myself in a small room.

  I found a light switch and the room lit up with an odd
  purple-tint. The only lighting was black-light-type purple lights.
  I could make out what looked like a gynecological exam table. But
  on closer inspection, there were restraints attached to the table,
  a "patient" of this "office" would not go any where the "doctor"
  didn't want her--or for my liking *him*--to go.

My Cum
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  I cannot deny being turned on by the room. In my crotch, I felt my
  own massive cock bulging outwards. I decided to lay down on the
  table myself. First, I took my clothing off, there was not much to
  go, my tank top came off my muscular chest quickly; next the
  athletic sweat pants came down. I could see my cock straining
  against the confines of my white cotton jock. I slowly slid the
  jock off and my massive, throbbing, eight inch tool sprang out at
  full salute.

  I popped up on the table and lay down. I maneuvered my legs into
  the stirrups and it felt weird. My entire groin was exposed due to
  my legs being spread wide apart and high in the air. Someone could
  just come along and fuck my ass from this position. The thought
  was arousing, but more arousing was the thought of having one of
  the "straight" boys from the gym down here. I stroked my cock
  shaft. I groped around with one hand--I had forgotten to look for
  lube before laying down. My hand found a surgical tray. From my
  awkward position I could only see it out of the corner of my eye
  and the odd purple lighting made it difficult to see. First I felt
  a cold metal tool--a speculum no doubt. Then I found a box of
  latex gloves... and finally a cold plastic tube with a tip. I
  grabbed the tube assuming it to be lube and when I squirted it on
  my cock shaft, a cold lubricant shot out of the tube and landed on
  the tip of my raging hard on.

  With the lubricant at hand, I began to stroke my cock harder. Then
  I began to work myself towards the verge of orgasm. This room
  would be fun I thought as my raging cock erupted like a volcano,
  shooting wads of my man cum into the air. My balls were quite
  full--not having had much sex in six months--and this orgasm did
  not disappoint. My body heaved against the firm table repeatedly
  as spurt after spurt of my man juice flowed out and onto the table
  and my chest.

  I lay on the table after finishing and began to formulate a plan
  to get one of the cuter young muscle studs to pay a visit for a
  "special examination".

Plan Execution
--------------

  It was a Thursday night when I saw my target in the gym late. He
  was a beautiful, twenty-two year old who worked in the nearby
  mine. Most guys around town had plans on Thursday, but not
  him--Jason. Jason had dark hair, dark eyes, and a beautiful trim,
  but firm body. With nobody else in the gym, I locked the front
  door early and pulled the blinds in front so it would be hard to
  see in.

  I went to the locker room and started cleaning. While Jason's back
  was turned in the shower, I took his towel on the cart to the
  laundry area. I figured it would be five-ten minutes before he
  wandered out buck naked and sopping wet.

  Jason did not disappoint. "Hey," he shouted, "you took all the
  towels."

  "Sorry," I said, trying not to smile broadly as I took in his
  youthful body. "Can I ask you a question," I said--fully intending
  to ask irrespective of his answer.

  "Towel," he said demandingly.

  "Oh, right," I said as if I had forgotten he was naked and
  indicated for him to come with me. "The clean towels are
  downstairs in the storage area," I said as I began leading the way
  to the exam room. "Anyhow," I continued, "why is it that you are
  always here on Thursdays, most everyone else is out, but you are
  here?"

  "Fucking girlfriend was cheating on me," he said coarsely, "she
  was giving her snatch to my supervisor at the mines. Fuck that.
  Fuck her," he continued stringing obscenities together.

  My mouth watered slightly and my cock bulged, he had been here
  late every night for six weeks, Jason's balls were probably quite
  full of cum. "Mmmm," I said, non-committally.

  Jason continued, "Fuck can't tell my friends the bitch was
  cheating on me, they wouldn't respect me, so I dumped her like a
  rock. This town is too fucking small, every piece of snatch around
  here is taken or fucking someone." His epithets and derogatory
  comments obviously occupied his mind since he wandered with me
  through the janitor's closet--still buck naked--down the stairs
  and into the dark room.

  I handed him a towel without turning on the lights as he continued
  to his litany of criticisms of women, this town, and more. His
  obvious anger at his ex-girlfriend was completely clouding his
  judgment about being naked in front of me.

  From the faint stairwell light I was prepared to take him, his
  naked body--now mostly dry--was quite beautiful. As he finished
  drying himself with the towel, I pushed him firmly onto the table
  and before he could react, had his hands pinned, and then
  restrained firmly. His legs were next, into the stirrups and then
  strapped down.

  As he began to hurl obscenities at me, I turned on the lights. In
  the black-light his taught, muscular white body seemed to glow
  unnaturally. Small beads of water glistened beautifully. His cock
  was semi-erect, aroused from the fight-or-flight stimulus.

  My cock was rigid under my sweat pants and I leaned over the
  table, grabbed his short cropped hair and pulled his head firmly
  to the table. Ignoring, the obscenities, I waited till he opened
  his mouth next and then force my tongue into his mouth landing a
  huge forced kiss. His struggle subsided slightly as he hurled a
  new epithet, "Faggot."

  Keeping his head firmly on the table by his cropped hair, I
  repeated kissing him forcibly for extended periods, with tongue,
  each time he opened his mouth to curse or complain. His body
  language quickly softened, his muscles which were at first tense
  against the restraints had relaxed. His breathing had calmed and
  his cock was quite beautifully erect and glistening in the light.

  After the twentieth or so forced kiss, the expletives stopped and
  I could feel his tongue probing back at me.

Plan Explained
--------------

  I let go of his hair and said, "Ok, here is what is going to
  happen..."

  "Fuck you, faggot," he interrupted.

  I grabbed his hair again and forced it down to the table and
  resumed the forced kissing until he quieted again.

  "No interruptions this time," I said, starting again. "What is
  going to happen is that I will have my way with you tonight, you
  will not tell a soul about what happens here tonight. In return,
  next Thursday night you will visit here again and get to do what
  ever you want to me with me strapped in the same position as you
  are in now."

  While I explained, I could see his pupils widen with fear over
  certain words, but then I saw expressions that said, "I'll kill
  you when you let me go" also.

  "It's quite fair," I said, "if I 'cross' some sort of line, you
  can get me back next week."

  "Fucking faggot, let me go now," he screamed.

  The kissing continued.

  It took at least forty minutes to get him past the expletives and
  to a verbal agreement that we had a "deal".

Tickle Torture
--------------

  Now having a pretty gym stud like Jason, restrained at your
  disposal is only fun if you can do one thing. Completely and
  utterly exhaust him. His hairy armpits were exposed--on account of
  his arms being restrained above his head. I picked up a feather
  from the surgical tray and held it in front of his face so he
  could see it's unnatural glow in the purple light.

  Then I began to work the feather in his armpits. At first he did
  not respond to the feather. So I switched to the soles of his
  exposed feet. Now, completely unable to see the tip of the feather
  and with me more out of view--its hard to see someone standing at
  your feet when strapped to your back on a gynecological exam table
  with your legs up in the air. The fidgeting, and then laughing,
  and then uncontrollable laughing began.

  I was very gentle with the feather, letting it flick the soles of
  his feet and then stopping, but he got so ticklish from it that it
  seemed even my breathe near his feet would set him into uproarious
  laughter. The worse howls and pleads for a break came when I
  worked the feather between his toes on the tiny spaces. Sweat was
  breaking out along his body in several places as my feathery
  friend kept him howling in a bawl of laughter for quite some time.

  After a quite some time, I began to lick his hairy, and now
  sweaty, armpits. His cock was still at attention as I intensely
  savored the aroma of his armpits. I maneuvered myself on top of
  his chest on the table and began to work his nipples with my
  tongue. Jason began to calm slightly from the tickling and was now
  enjoying my attentions. Some "straight" boy.

  "Kiss me, please," he said softly.

  I moved my mouth towards his and he lifted his head off the table
  to make his lips touch mine first. Then he pushed his tongue into
  my mouth and we kissed.

Orgasm Denial
-------------

  We kissed blissfully for a few minutes, I could feel Jason pushing
  his raging hard on against my ass. I kissed him fully on the mouth
  one more time and then stood up.

  I took the cold metal speculum and touched it to the had of
  Jason's rock-hard cock shaft. "Hey, he exclaimed," after a few
  second delay and then his cock softened. I smiled and said, "All
  in good time."

  I picked up the feather again and began to gently stroke Jason's
  hearty cock with the tip of the feather. Working the feather in
  single motions, I would bring the very tip of the feather from the
  very base of Jason's cock shaft to the very tip. Over and over, I
  did this lingering ever so slightly at the tip of the cock shaft
  where the mushroom cap head forms up to the tip. There at the most
  sensitive spot, I would linger repeatedly.

  I was careful, I watched Jason's breathing carefully, a little too
  fast, and the cold metal speculum was touched to his shaft. I
  picked up a cardboard toilet paper roll from the table. I
  carefully slid the tube over Jason's semi-erect shaft, careful not
  to let his cock touch the coarse, sandpaper lined inside.

  Then with his cock ensconced in a sandpaper torment device I began
  to slide the cardboard tube up and down very slowly. The grain on
  the sandpaper was fairly fine, but by carefully manipulating the
  tube I could either stimulate the head of his gorgeous cock *or*
  punish it to prevent his arousal from getting the better of him.

  After an hour of concerted efforts on my part to prevent Jason
  from having an orgasm, I found myself intensely aroused and
  started to take off my clothing. First, my tight tank-top came off
  revealing my muscular chest. Jason took in a deep breath audibly.
  I noticed my nipples were quite erect and with one hand still
  working the tube around Jason's cock shaft, I forced my nipples
  into Jason's, now eager and willing mouth.

  Next, I took my sweats off. This just left my rock solid cock
  straining against my jock. I used both hands to slowly slide my
  jock off. Next I applied a cooling sports cream to the very tip of
  his cock. Jason gasped audibly as it began to burn and tingle. I
  wanted there to be no chance for him to cum before I was good and
  ready for him to cum. I also switched the cardboard tube for one
  with a significantly coarser grade of sandpaper lining the inside.

  Then I got on top of him and straddled his chest so my cock was in
  his face so to speak.

  "Want to suck some cock stud boy," I asked casually.

  "Yes, please," Jason responded eagerly and politely--as well as
  too my surprise.

  I slowly rocked forward so my massive throbbing eight inch tool's
  tip was near his lips. Jason's tongue reached out to lick the tip
  and I saw it capture a small drop of pre cum. He pulled his tongue
  back into his mouth and opened wide to await my shaft.

  I reached back with one hand and agitated the cardboard tube
  encasing his cock to prevent him from getting too arouse. Jason
  gasped when I rubbed the coarse sand paper against his cock head,
  but said nothing. Then I pushed my massive tool into Jason's
  waiting mouth.

  I was very gentle with him, I allowed him to suck my cock at his
  own pace without grinding my pelvis into him or forcing him to gag
  to take deep throat. In return, Jason obliged me by working my
  cock head nicely until I shot a load of cum into his waiting mouth
  and swallowing it without prompting.

  I kissed him and told him that I thought he should return tomorrow
  for his orgasm.

  He agreed and promised not to touch his cock before tomorrow night
  and he also promised that he would come to the gym straight after
  work and stay until closing time.

  I removed the cardboard tube, gave his cock a single suck and
  lollipop lick as a tease and then held the cold speculum against
  his cock till he completely lost his erection.

  I undid Jason's restraints and he sat up, visibly physically
  exhausted. I helped the muscular stud from the table and then back
  to the locker room for his clothes. Jason was surprisingly quite
  as he got dressed. When I lead him out the back, he left saying
  only, "Tomorrow then, right?"

  "Yes," I said and went back in to clean up the 'back room'.

Friday Night
------------

  Friday is an incredibly slow day at the gym and I close at six
  o'clock because few people bother to come in after five anyhow. At
  five forty-five, I still had not seen Jason. I was concerned that
  he had chickened out--or perhaps worse decided to tell the cops on
  me or something.

  At five fifty-nine he barreled in the door past my one employee
  who was about to lock up. I motioned for the employee to finish
  and go home and that I had some things to do and that Jason could
  work out.

  Once my employee left, I locked the back door and approached Jason
  openly while he was working out. Despite his hard, manual-labor
  job, he did a heavy work out almost every night. I watched his
  body strain to bench press 200 pounds. It was a gorgeous site.
  Especially since he had not yet showered from work.

  "Hey, faggot," he said, casually.

  I rested my hand on his crotch and began to rub gently, and
  ignored him.

  "You aren't going to let me cum tonight are you," he asked.

  "No," I said smiling, "maybe Monday morning--just before you go to
  work. Now head for the exam room."

  Jason stood up and stripped naked in the gym and then walked
  towards the exam room.

  Once there, he practically leapt onto the exam table and stretched
  himself out to be restrained. I obliged him and then leapt on and
  fed him my cock till he made me orgasm.

  After that, I spent the next five hours working his cock shaft
  with a variety of devices. Electrical wands, TENS, feathers,
  shoelaces, and more. Just before midnight, after he had struggled
  for the umpteenth time to orgasm, I suggested that we shower, get
  some food, and some sleep. He agreed reluctantly, insisting that
  with one more chance he could orgasm despite my knack for
  snatching defeat from the jaws of his orgasm. I unbound him and
  helped his exhausted body to the locker room where I soaped him
  down--meticulously avoiding any stimulation for his cock.

  I made him go to the bathroom--crap and piss--while I watched and
  then I put a leather pouch over his cock and balls and tied a firm
  knot. "This stays closed," I said, firmly.

  He nodded. "Shall we get some food," I asked.

  "I could eat a horse," he replied.

  We drove my Ford Taurus to a truck stop and he filled up like a
  miner: big T-bone steak, eggs, potatoes, more. Me, I could not
  finish half of the steak they brought me and Jason obligingly took
  it off my hands and scarfed it down. During dinner we talked very
  casually. Jason had wanted to go to college and move away from the
  town, but his father insisted that he work in the mines--like his
  father and, yadda yadda. Also, Jason's sister was severely
  disabled so Jason still lived at home to help pay for expensive
  treatments for his sister. I was starting to really like him as a
  decent guy.

  After dinner we went back to my house which was several miles
  outside of the center of town and we lay together in bed
  naked--except for his cock pouch--till morning. In the morning I
  woke up and he was already awake but he was cuddling against me
  nonetheless. I made us both nice omelets for breakfast. (The gym
  was closed on weekends so I had nothing to do.) I asked him if
  there was anything he wanted to do, he shrugged.

  Still naked, I pushed him face-down on the counter and grabbed a
  condom and lube from a drawer. Jason gasped as I fucked him for
  the first time in his young life. But not for the last time that
  weekend, but more about Jason and I is, I suppose a different
  story...

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