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The virgin bodybuilder
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The Virgin Bodybuilder
The clientele at most of the gyms I know of is fairly stable.
There are the occasional jerks who join the gym, work out for two
weeks, and then forget the whole thing when they find out it's too much
work. They come and go fairly rapidly, and nobody seems to notice.
Most of the guys at the gym I go to are "regulars" - they show up at
the same time each day, go through pretty much the same routine each
time, talk about the same things in the locker room, shower at the same
time, and go about their business without much fuss.
Several months ago, I noticed a new face at my gym. He was a
youngish guy, maybe about nineteen or twenty, with a very good
"natural" physique that looked like it could be downright spectacular
with a little work. He was about 6 feet tall, weighed about 190
pounds, and had light sandy hair and bright blue eyes. He was broad
shouldered, narrow waisted and pretty well developed as a high school
athlete might be, but lacked some of the muscular definition and
symmetry that a little serious body building could provide. He had a
broad smile which never seemed to leave his face, even when he was
straining under some heavy weights, and a sort of enthusiastic
expression in his light blue eyes which made everybody like him from
the time they met. His name was Jim.
Jim and I seemed to arrive at the gym just about the same time
each day. The first couple of times I noticed him in the locker room
he would smile and nod, but never had much to say. I did notice his
build, which, as I said before, was that of a well built "natural" high
school athlete. When he stepped into his jock I also noticed his
endowment, which was pretty impressive by anybody's standards.
Finally, after encountering each other in the locker room or on
the gym floor a couple of times a week for about a month, I decided
that it was time to make this new kid on the block welcome. Every day
he seemed more and more like the type who would stick with the gym and
become a "regular". I introduced myself to him in the locker room as
we were changing and welcomed him to the gym. We shook hands. Jim said
that his family had moved to town from the midwest and that he had
fooled around with the weights off and on for a couple of years, but
never done anything really serious about it. He said that moving to
town had provided him with a fresh start, and that he really planned to
get in good shape, even if it killed him.
As we walked onto the gym floor to begin our respective workouts,
Jim said, "By the way, I noticed that you don't seem to have any
regular partner, and I don't either. Think we could spot for each
other now and then?" I said that my regular partner had been out of
town for a couple of weeks, but that would be fine with me anyhow.
"Maybe you can give me some tips on routines now and then, too," he
added. "You look like you have been at this bodybuilding stuff for a
while, and know what you're doing." I said that I thought I did, and
would be glad to help him out any time he wanted.
Jim and I selected benches near each other and went to work. At
his request, we spotted for each other when necessary, and talked a
little about technique now and then. I found myself paying unusual
attention to his body when he went through the routines. His body
seemed to have a fluidity and grace when he moved, which somehow made
even something as dull as the bench press into an exhibition of sexy
masculine splendor. Besides, the more he strained at the weight, the
more the blood seemed to concentrate in his already impressive cock,
making his bulging jock strap seem ready to burst out of his shorts
from the strain. By the time we were finished our first day's workout
together and headed for the showers, his big dong was at least twice
the size it had been in the locker room before, and seemed to be about
half- erect. I was tempted to grab for it in the shower, but decided
against it. I had to turn on the cold water to keep my own cock from
revealing the lust I was beginning to feel for this muscular kid.
After about three weeks of working out more or less on the same
time schedule, Jim seemed to relax a little, and his conversation in
the locker room moved to other subjects beside bodybuilding technique.
He talked about high school, where he was on the wrestling team, about
his job as a stock boy at one of the stores in town, and even about a
few personal things like the fact that he had two older sisters who
bugged him unmercifully. Although the conversation in the shower was
usually as bland as you can get, his dick seemed to be a little bigger
every time we showered at the same time. Although the temptation to
make a move on him grew every day, I kept my hands to myself. I seemed
to be taking a lot of cold showers after my workouts with him.
One day, as we showered after our workout, Jim asked rather
hesitantly if we could have a drink or a bite to eat together after we
left the gym. He said he had something he wanted to talk to me about.
I was not in a hurry that evening, and said that it would be OK with
me. We went to a nearby deli, ordered a couple of sandwiches and some
soda and sat down in a booth toward the back of the place. He seemed
embarrassed and more than a little uncomfortable. Finally, after a
couple of long and embarrassed pauses, he seemed to muster his courage,
and blurted out "I've got to talk to you about my cock!" You had to
give the kid credit. Once he got around to it, he came right down to
the point, without any preliminary bullshit. It seemed that Jim had
tried to get his rocks off with his girl friend a couple of times, and
had had some problems. She apparently told him his cock was too big to
fit, and turned him down every time he tried. Once she felt sorry for
him and gave him a good blow job, but the rest of the time he had been
so frustrated by the experience that he wound up jerking himself off,
much to her disgust.
"I noticed in the shower the other day that your dick is even a
little bigger than mine," he said. "Maybe not as thick, but a little
longer. Don't you ever have any trouble screwing?" he asked. By this
time we had finished our sandwiches, paid our checks and left the deli.
My apartment is only a few blocks away, and we talked as we walked
toward my place. Jim did not seem anxious to end the conversation, nor
to let the subject drop. It was too important to him, I guess. He
asked if I "got it on" a lot. I said that I did - every chance I got.
Next, he asked if the girls objected to the size of my cock. Wondering
how he might react, I said that I was mostly into guys, and really
didn't really know how the girls would react. To my great relief, he
seemed not to be bothered a bit by the fact that I was gay, and asked
if the guys I was with were bothered by the size of my cock. I said
that, quite to the contrary, they seemed to like it. He asked if I
liked fucking. I said that I sure did, and could never seem to get
enough of it. He asked if it "made a guy weak to do a lot of fucking".
I answered that, I didn't think so, but if it did, it was worth it.
We finally get to my place. I opened the door, and Jim walked
right in with me, engrossed in our conversation, and without even being
asked. We sat in the living room. I offered him a beer, which he
accepted, and continued asking his questions. It was clear that the
kid was convinced that his big dick made him some sort of freak, and
that his sex life was never going to be right for him. No amount of
talk was going to convince him otherwise.
Finally, I got an idea. Standing up from my chair, I loosened the
belt on my jeans, unbuttoned the fly and took out my cock. Our
conversation, although still pretty general in nature, had gotten me a
little excited and my cock was semi-hard. "Let's compare measurements,
Jim", I said. "I think I have a pretty good sex life, and I don't
think there's all that much difference between us." Jim stood up,
dropped his jeans and took his dick out, too. His was not semi-hard;
it was REALLY hard - hard as a rock, fully erect and pulsating with
virile young manhood. A small drop of clear liquid glistened at the
tip.
Without comment, I got out my tape measure and we measured each
other. He was right. I was a little longer (8.5" v. his 8"), and his
a little thicker (6.5" around v. my 6"). By this time, I was hard too
as we stood there, pants around our ankles and holding each other's
cocks in our hands. Unconsciously, I started to rub up and down Jim's
rigid cock as I held him, stroking him gently. He began to do the same
thing to mine. After a few minutes of silent mutual stroking, Jim
blurted out, much as he had his first question at the deli, "I've never
been with a guy before, but I've gotta find out what it's like. OK?"
With that, and without waiting for an answer, he fell to his
knees, grabbed my now fully rigid cock, took the head into his mouth
and began to suck on it like a starved calf. As he did, he held on to
my shaft for dear life, as if somebody might take it away from him. It
felt really good, but after a few minutes, his continuous sucking on
the head became a little tedious. I withdrew my cock for a minute, and
suggested that he move his mouth up and down on my shaft, rather that
simply sucking on the same spot all the time. He obliged, and, in a
minute was giving me head like a real expert. Without being told, he
seemed to know just what to do with his tongue, how to vary the rhythm,
and how to make it really feel great. I had to really concentrate to
keep from shooting my load in his mouth right off.
Finally, after sucking my dick for a while, Jim stopped, stood up,
looked my in the eye with his eager grin and said "That was OK, but I
really want to see what it feels like to have a dick like that inside
of you. I want you to fuck me in the ass. Will you do it?"
"Sure," I said, "if that's what you really want. But let's go
into the other room where it's more comfortable". By this time I was
so horny from his sucking my cock that I would have willingly fucked
just about anything. The prospect of initiating this muscular young
hunk's beautiful virgin ass to the joys of gay sex was almost enough to
make me cream on the spot. We went quickly to the bedroom, shed our
clothes and lay down on the bed facing each other. We kissed, our
rigid cocks poking into each other, eager for action.
I retrieved a condom from the drawer of the night table, slipped
it on and lubricated my cock generously. Putting a big glob of the
lube on my finger I found his ass and started to rub the lube around
his hole. With a little gentle massage, his ass accepted first one
well lubricated finger, then two. I twisted them around, lubricating
all sides of his ass. He moaned. "Jesus, that feels good," he said.
I suggested that he lie on his side with his top leg drawn up toward
his chest to make it easier for him to take my cock without pain. I
promised him that I would stop at any point if he wanted me to. Jim
obeyed.
Guided by my hand, I placed the head of my cock at his ass and
started to exert gentle pressure. After first resisting the pressure,
his ass relaxed and permitted my cock to enter a little. Suddenly he
gasped, and his ass clamped closed, obviously in pain. I stopped the
pressure, and asked if he was OK. He said he was and asked that I try
again. I told Jim to strain a little, as if he was going to take a
shit. As he did, his ass relaxed completely, and, with steady gentle
pressure, my cock slipped into him without difficulty, up to the hilt.
I paused to allow him to get used to the feeling of a cock in his ass.
It didn't take long. "Now fuck the living shit out of me," he pleaded.
"Let me see what that big cock feels like in action!"
Slowly I started to move in and out of his ass. Short, slow
strokes at first, to let him get used to the feeling of deep
penetration by a cock in his ass. He seemed to love it from the very
beginning, and soon was pushing back toward me with each stroke, to get
me deep inside of him. We both began to sweat. I could feel his ass
muscles tighten and relax around my cock. After a few minutes of very
slow fucking, we were both getting in to it. My fucking strokes became
deeper, more forceful and faster. Each plunge into him was met by a
counter thrust with his hot ass. Jim was a natural at this, and seemed
to love every minute of it. Soon he began to stroke his own cock as I
fucked him. It a couple of minutes I was slamming into his ass as hard
as I could, plowing his ass like a jack hammer. He took every bit of
it with obvious pleasure, jacking his own hard cock in time with my
fucking.
After a few minutes of furious fucking, Jim relaxed and turned
completely over on his stomach. I rolled over on top of him without
missing a stroke, driving him into the sheets with my thrusts into his
ass. Then he raised his hips and pulled his knees under him, so we
were fucking in a kneeling position like a couple of dogs in heat.
Through all of this, his moans of joy made it perfectly obvious that
this was just what he had in mind. In another minute or two, I could
contain myself no longer. I could feel my cock getting longer and my
balls tighter. I whispered in his ear that I was going to cum soon.
He said he was, too. My load began to shoot into his ass in convulsive
jets of hot cum. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming too", he
shouted, as his cock shot great bursts of his own cum all over his
chest and the sheets of the bed. His ass tightened around my jetting
cock with each burst of his cum, milking it empty and making me shoot
all the more. It was wild!
Finally, Jim relaxed and lay flat on the bed, my cock still in his
ass. I noticed the sweat running down the deep groove between the
muscles of his back. He was out of breath. "I've never had anything
feel like that before," he said. "That sure beats jerking off any day.
Is it always that good?" I said that it could be if it was done right.
I lay on top of him, resting my full weight on his muscular back, my
softening cock still buried in his ass. The firm, muscular cheeks of
his ass felt good nestled into my groins. Neither of us said anything
for at least ten minutes.
After we had rested a bit, Jim turned slightly toward me and
looked into my face with his familiar bright grin. His motion made my
now limp cock slip out of his ass with a pop. We lay close together
for a long while, touching, kissing, exploring each other's bodies with
our hands and generally relaxing. Jim played with my nipples as we
talked, getting them stimulated and erect again. He toyed with my
balls. Finally his hand found the crease between my glutes. His
exploring fingers quickly found my ass and started playing with it as I
had his earlier. He began to probe my ass with his finger. I found
his cock with my free hand. It was getting hard again.
"Can I fuck your ass sometime?" he asked.
"Sure, why not?" I responded. "You might like that even better
than getting fucked."
With his finger still probing my ass, he pressed his body into
mine in an embrace. My cock slipped between his legs, under his balls.
I was hard, too. "How 'bout right now?" he said eagerly. I felt for
his cock, which was by now just as hard as it had been earlier. His
hips began to move in and out, fucking my fist with his cock. He was
ready.
I handed Jim a condom and the jar of lube. He rolled the condom
on his cock, took a glob of the lube and began to massage it into my
ass, as I had done to him. I put my feet on his shoulders and
presented my ass. Instinctively, Jim placed himself between my legs,
positioned the head of his cock at the rim of my ass and began to apply
firm pressure. I quickly found out that his cock really WAS pretty big
as it probed at my ass. I had to reach for the jar of lube and rub
some more to his rigid cock in order to take it. Jim was getting
anxious. With one forceful lunge of his hips, he suddenly plunged his
cock deep into me and immediately started to pump like the piston of a
runaway engine. I could feel his balls bouncing against me as he
plowed furiously at my ass. He grabbed the back of my calves, leaned on
them and spread my legs wide, driving his dick even deeper into me. I
have been around for a while, and am obviously not totally
inexperienced in this sort of thing. I must admit, however, that when
Jim fucks, you KNOW you're getting fucked. Somehow his big cock seems
to occupy your whole ass at once, stimulating every part of it.
After a few minutes of furious fucking, Jim announced that he was
going to shoot, and, with a loud groan, promptly started to dump load
after hot load of his cum into my ass. I could feel his cock expand
with each jet as it coursed through him and into the rubber in my ass.
Finally, he was spent, and collapsed on top of me, panting. After a
minute or two, he pulled his now limp cock out of me, took the rubber
off and threw it aside. Seeing that my cock was still hard, and that I
was still pretty excited, he grabbed my shaft, said "Let's see what we
can do about this," and immediately started sucking on it. He had
learned his lessons well. By moving his lips rapidly up and down on
the head, and simultaneously stroking my shaft and manipulating my
balls, he got me off in almost no time. The first shot of my cum hit
him in the face and started to run down his cheek. Without hesitation,
he buried my jetting cock in his mouth and sucked wildly while I
emptied the rest of my load. This time the force of my ejaculation was
so strong that it felt like my balls were turning inside out.
After our second round, Jim announced that he had to get home or
his parents would "skin him alive". Although I could probably have
managed another round or two, given the opportunity, I was just as glad
to see him go. I was exhausted. We parted reluctantly. As he was
leaving, Jim said that his first taste of gay sex had been great, that
he liked it a lot, and that he hoped we were still friends. We
definitely are.
Jim and I have continued to work out together often, both at the
gym and at home in bed. His bodybuilding program is coming along
beautifully. He seems to gain both bulk and definition far more easily
than I do. He should soon be ready for competition if he wants to try
it. At home, I have introduced him to new techniques and positions, to
cock rings, to dildos and some other sex toys I have, all of which he
accepts with enthusiasm. We have even tried three ways a couple of
times with other guys from the gym. He has been an apt pupil, and has
learned his sex technique quickly and well. By now he is an expert by
almost anybody's reckoning.
Jim has continued to date his girlfriend, and has even managed
to fuck her a couple of times, much to her delight. He still comes
home with me from time to time after our workouts at the gym, and likes
to have his ass fucked frequently. I'm only too happy to oblige him any
time I have the chance. He has learned how to use his ass muscles just
as well as his other muscles. Jim too never seems to get enough. He
says that he likes any sex, gay or straight, and has not made up his
mind yet which is best. "After all," he says, "why settle for just
plain vanilla when you can have a couple of flavors?"
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