MEN, MUSCLE, and MAYHEM (10 page)

Nutty or not, Adam still wondered if the boy liked to play.

He headed back to his bedroom and unpacked his bags. After putting away the last of his clothes and putting the suitcases in the closet, he headed back downstairs to the kitchen for some water. His mother always kept a large jug of water in the refrigerator, and he decided to forgo a glass and drink it straight from the jug. As he was guzzling the water, Louis walked into the kitchen.

“Adam, the man,” he said.

Adam quit guzzling for a second and looked at Louis who had stripped to his boxers. The boy was long and lean, built like a swimmer with broad shoulders and a six pack. This pissed Adam off because he knew Louis never worked out, but he did hold out hope that Louis would end up fat when he hit thirty!

“So, Louis, are you living here now, or are you house sitting?” Adam asked him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, bro,” Louis said, and he grabbed a soda and headed back to his room.

Adam rolled his eyes and finished the jug. He filled it with tap water, put it back in the fridge and hoped it was full of bacteria for Louis to enjoy.

Adam headed upstairs, walked into the bathroom, stripped and stepped into the shower. While he was soaping up, he thought of Louis, the weirdo, standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but his boxers, and his dick started to grow. Adam had not come in a few days, so he took hold of his favorite toy and rubbed out a big load, barely taking a couple of minutes to do the deed, and hardly making a sound in the process as he learned to stay quiet while jerking off in the dorm.

He finished his shower and pulled the curtain back, grabbing a towel at the same time. Adam was startled to find Louis there flossing his teeth. The house had two full baths, why was he in this one?

Adam tried his best to conceal his cock, which was still half hard. It was difficult enough to hide when it was soft. However, Louis paid no attention to him, so Adam thought he would take one more stab at conversation.

“So, Louis, are you working or going to school?”

Louis stopped flossing and turned around to look at Adam, who had since wrapped the towel around his waist. Then he faced the mirror again.

“No,” Louis said. He finished flossing and went into the guest room, shutting the door behind him.

“What a doofus,” Adam said to himself. “I hope the little asshole isn’t here all summer.”

Adam brushed his teeth then crawled into bed.

At three in the morning, Adam was startled awake by some strange sounds. He thought there were cats fucking outside his window, but he soon realized the sounds were coming from the next room. He heard squeaking, then high pitched moaning, more squeaking, and then Louis’s voice saying over and over again, “Good boy, good boy, good boy.”

Adam never heard anyone come in. Who the hell was Louis talking to? Then he heard him yell, “AHHH AHHH AHHH,” so loudly it shook the walls. Adam buried his head in his pillow to keep from laughing. Once the screaming stopped, he then heard Louis saying, “I am such a good boy, oh yeah, good boy, good boy.” Then, there was silence.

Adam was still laughing as he thought about his strange stepbrother masturbating and congratulating himself. Then he got hard again, himself, but he was too tired to jerk off, so he rolled over and went back to sleep.

Adam woke up early the next morning and decided to make himself a pot of coffee and work out in the basement gym, provided it was still there. After locating his extra large mug, he filled it with the freshly brewed coffee and headed to the basement.

Since it was still pretty early, Adam decided to work out in just a black cotton jock strap, crew socks and cross trainers. The jock hugged his round butt and displayed his big basket perfectly, and he wished there were someone there to enjoy the view.

Once in the basement, he was happy to see that for the most part his equipment was still where he left it.

He loaded a couple of plates on the bar and secured them with collars. He decided to stretch a bit, and when he bent down to touch his toes he looked through his legs and saw Louis, stark naked and standing right behind him. Adam immediately stood up and turned around.

Louis was standing there with his dick hanging limp but low accompanied by two big, equally low hanging balls, and he was holding a cup of coffee.

“Adam, the man,” Louis said. “I took some of your aromatic java.” He then turned around and headed back upstairs.

Adam was only pissed because he would now have to brew more coffee.

He slid under the bar and pressed the weights for twelve reps, and he sat up after the set and admired himself in the mirror he had mounted across from the bench. Adam ran his hands over his chest and down his six pack abs. He then flexed both biceps, displaying the high peaks that always earned him attention in the gym at school.

He lay back down and did another twelve reps. With each set, he looked in the mirror and flexed his pecs, bouncing them before doing another double bicep pose.

Adam stood up and removed some of the plates and curled the barbell for ten reps very slowly, keeping his eyes on the vein that ran up his arm. Watching his biceps pump full of blood always turned him on, and his jock was beginning to get tighter.

He put the bar down, and flexed again, doing a crab pose, flaring out his lats and finishing off with another double bicep pose. Adam then did another set of curls.

During his third set, he heard Louis coming down the steps. Adam finished the set and put the bar back. This time Louis was sitting in front of the mirror drinking another cup of coffee, blocking Adam’s view of himself. ‘Fucking asshole,’ he thought, ‘Drinks my coffee and interrupts my workout.’ However, Adam didn’t confront him because Louis was still naked.

“Can I help you, Louis?” he asked.

Silence.

Louis just stared at Adam, studying every inch of him. Adam noticed how Louis was looking at him and didn’t know what to make of it.

“Louis, you’re sitting in front of the mirror, and I can’t watch myself when I work out.”

Louis turned and looked at the mirror as if he did not know it was there. He stood up and leaned on an old dresser that was placed in the basement a decade before.

“Louis, are you just going to stand there?” Adam asked him.

Again, silence.

Adam did another set of curls, watching himself in the mirror when he noticed Louis standing behind him. Louis reached around and felt Adam’s biceps with each curl of the bar, running his hands over the pumped muscles. Adam continued his set, enjoying the feel of his stepbrother’s hands on his muscles, and he started to get hard again.

Adam curled until he was exhausted, then he put the bar back on the rack. As he looked at himself in the mirror, Louis continued to explore his body with his hands.

Louis felt his stepbrother’s lats, tracing his fingers up Adam’s muscular back, then he squeezed Adam’s softball sized shoulders, and as one hand made its way up Adam’s neck the other reached around to feel Adam’s pumped chest.

As Louis continued exploring his body, Adam’s breathing became heavier. He let his stepbrother enjoy every sweaty, pumped inch of him and finally, Louis’s hand was inside the black cotton jock strap and going for the prize.

As he released his stepbrother’s enormous boner, Louis stepped around and brushed his lips against Adam’s. Adam opened his mouth and reached around Louis’s head drawing him in and kissing him deep, tasting the coffee the asshole had taken without permission. With his free hand, Adam reached down and grabbed the weirdo’s hard dick and was impressed with its length and girth. Adam slid his hand up to the swollen head and slicked it with the precum Louis’s big dick generously provided.

Louis had managed to get Adam’s jock down around his ankles, and they continued to make out while stroking each other’s dicks. Louis’s free hand continued to explore Adam’s pumped body and found a nipple, giving it a hard pull. Adam moaned, but he did not let go of Louis’s mouth. Those full, soft lips were too good to let loose even for a second.

He let go of Louis’s head and flexed his right bicep while his stepbrother felt it with his left hand, as they continued to kiss. Louis obviously liked the feel of flexed muscles because his dick would swell and pulse, emitting more precum whenever Adam flexed. This in turn made Adam’s thick cock swell up, and he didn’t know how much longer he could last.

Their breathing increased, and the stepbrothers were getting closer, but they never unlocked their lips.

Finally, Louis pulled away from Adam’s lips and screamed, “AHHH AHHH AHHH,” so loud it startled Adam. Then he shot his load covering Adam’s belly and chest with pints of cum. The site of his stepbrother’s load on his pumped chest made Adam shoot all over Louis, who groaned while Adam was shooting, “You are such a good boy, oh yeah, good boy, good boy.” Then, there was silence.

They pulled away from each other, and Adam grabbed a towel to wipe himself off, but Louis stopped him. He bent down and licked his stepbrother’s body clean. After he finished his breakfast of cum, he winked at Adam, turned and walked back upstairs without saying a word.

Adam stood there with his half-hard cock hanging out and his black cotton jock at his ankles and watched Louis’s round butt bounce as he walked upstairs.

“What a fucking nut job,” Adam thought. Then he smiled and hoped all his workouts would end like this one.

SCRUBBING UP

I had just come home from a business trip and was still wound up from days of meetings and travel. Normally, I would have had a martini then crashed for the night, but I hadn’t worked out in a few days, so I decided to hit the gym. It was after 10:30, but they were open until midnight on Friday nights, so I had plenty of time.

After changing into my nondescript workout gear as I never really went for the Spandex/Lycra look, I walked upstairs to the free weight area, and to my surprise, no one else was working out. Usually this would bother me as seeing hot guys pumping up is inspirational, but I just wanted to get a good sweat going.

After an hour of working my chest until I swore my nipples would pop off from the pressure, I did some crunches and decided to call it a night and go downstairs to the locker room and shower. Interestingly, no one else came in to work out while I was there, and from what I could tell, only the night manager remained on duty.

As I undressed at my locker, the manager walked by and smiled. I am usually a talkative guy, but I noticed a while back, that although he was friendly and smiled a lot, this particular manager wasn’t much of a talker, so I never initiated conversation. He was also the kind that never went for me – buzz cut, tattoos from neck to ankles, earrings, and from what I could tell through his tight shirt, nipple rings. He was also the bodybuilder type with big, thick muscles that were obviously enhanced through chemistry (and I’ll leave it at that). He did have those dark features I find enormously attractive, but his look told me that I was not his type.

I bent down to slip off my jock, and I stood up to find him standing in front of me and checking me out.

“Pretty slow tonight,” he said.

“Yeah, made my workout that much easier.” I didn’t bother covering myself up with a towel, as by then he had a full view and what was the point. I am also very well built with a naturally smooth physique and slabs of lean, hard muscle from years of working out, so I like the attention. My dick hangs nicely, too, with a pair of round full balls to support it. This would have been a good time to put on the moves, but as I said, this type never goes for me. My being blond doesn’t help either.

“I still have time to shower before you lock up I hope.”

“You have plenty of time,” he said as he walked away then shouted over his shoulder, “I’m going to lock up early, but take your time.”

We have open showers, which I like because there is nothing better than having a hot view of pumped up muscle-heads after a workout, and I had picked up my share of tricks after a shower in this gym as well.

I stepped up to the second shower head that I knew had the best pressure, turned it on and let the water cascade down my back as I faced the wall. I then shampooed my hair and turned around to rinse out the suds. I almost jumped when I felt a hand on my balls. I opened my eyes to see the night manager, naked and feeling me up while grinning at me.

“Mind if I soap you up?”

I just shrugged as if to say what the hell. He then squeezed some soap from the dispenser and proceeded to rub the soap on my chest, down my abs, back up my sides and indicated I should raise my arms as he scrubbed my pits. We didn’t say a word as he continued to soap me up from head to toe while I drank in every tattooed inch of muscle on his beautiful body. Not only were his nipples pierced, but his belly button and big, thick cock were as well. I was intrigued by his body art, turned on by his beauty, and getting horny from his touch. My cock was standing straight up, thick and long, and the head was more swollen than usual.

He turned me around and worked my back, paying special attention to my hard, round glutes before he worked his hand between them and stuck a finger in my hole while he reached around with the other hand and stroked my now-aching cock.

Then he licked the back of my neck. That did it. About a quart of precum oozed from my cock, but the water and soap disguised it, although my moan was loud and clear.

I then felt his hard cock sliding up and down my crack and the smooth metal of the ring tracing its path. What a feeling, and I didn’t want it to end.

I hardly ever bottom, but he was doing things with his hands on my body that had me almost begging out loud. I know he sensed my desire because he then let the head of his cock slide between my cheeks and without stumbling, fumbling or mumbling, he found the hole.

Yes, he was an expert top – a rare breed and a fantastic find. The few times I ever bottomed, I got annoyed when they would struggle to find the hole and get to work, always thinking, ‘Find it already, fuck me and leave.’