Closed Circuit

As the owner of a small independent gym, I was never going to make a lot of money but I liked the control and being my own man. I could not imagine spending my life working for one of those corporate chain gyms where the main goal is to oversell memberships that won’t be used and are far more interested in quarterly earnings than actually running a gym. I was going do this my way.

Despite a small trust fund from my Grandmother, I spent years in the military saving every penny, taking business classes at night, working out like a fiend, and ignoring my social life to make this dream happen. This gym was my pride and joy. The building was a roomy two stories with a small back staircase going up to my private apartment. Living on the premises made training and running the gym even easier. I loved being able to roll out of bed and be at work in under 15 minutes. It also gave me more time to work out myself.

Even just north of 40, I was shredded in a way most guys in their twenties would be jealous of. Lean and mean with military short salt and pepper hair, smooth shaved chest and a full eight pack, I was a walking advertisement for the gym and my training programs. Life was good. Well, other than the lack of a sex life that is. Though being personal trainer and owner of gym meant it wasn’t for lack of available bodies. I was at the age and mine where I kind of wanted more than just a warm body. I was a much bigger fan of quality rather than quantity.

Though there was someone who had caught my eye in the gym. His name was Paul and I had a serious soft spot for him. He was a college student at the local college and well, was just a little sweetheart. Quiet, polite and soft spoken with just tiny hint of a drawl, there was just something about him that sparked my interest. Probably almost a foot shorter than my six and a half feet, he was tightly muscled and well, a young nordic god with silver blonde hair and ice blue eyes. Given his shy smile when we interacted and furtive glances, I was pretty sure he was gay or would be if he ever figured it out. There was just something innocent about him so other than the occasional workout conversation, I never pursued him. I would have loved to try if he showed any interest. Though he occasionally showed up in my fantasies with those muscled legs wrapped around my waist.

Then someone tossed a monkey wrench in to my well ordered life, when I found out someone had jimmied the lock on the door going upstairs. What the fuck? Thanks to the paranoia left over from my military days, I always kept the upstairs door locked as well. That lock wasn’t touched. but still, I wondered. Did I forget to lock it? Did it just not latch completely that morning?

So after a brief trip that morning to Amazon, I spent a couple hours the next day installing one of those low profile closed circuit security cameras with a motion detector that would upload directly to the cloud. Not that I thought anyone would have noticed the camera the way I placed it but you can’t be too careful. It would also allow me to review any recordings at my leisure. Then all I had to do was wait and see if I caught anyone. I was rather happily disappointed though. Nothing showed up on the recording though for the first couple weeks other than myself going up and down the stairs so I figured it was a one off or an accident. My worry down a few notches I no longer reviewed the videos every evening.

Sunday afternoons are always slow and I usually close up unless I have a client so with the doors locked, I decided it was time to review the recordings from the last several days. The first few minutes were just my usual jaunts but then there was someone else or rather two two someones.

The first person I saw on the recording was Jason, a college jock who worked out all the flipping time. While he was pretty fucking hot and had an ass that turned the heads of women and men, he was also an arrogant prick. I’d had to take him aside to talk to him about his attitude once or twice. Then the few times his girlfriend came to work out with him his patronizing attitude made my teeth grind. So now he was just standing there, though looked like he was waiting. And he was playing with himself through his shorts, causing my eyes to lock on the screen and own dick to wake up. It had been months since I had gotten laid after all and there was something arousing about illicit porn.

It wasn’t his girlfriend who came in a minute later though. My jaw nearly dropped when Paul stepped stealthily into the space. My Paul, I thought as something oddly possessive shot through me. Now though, watching Paul move nervously towards Jason, my senses were on alert since something seemed off. With what looked like a sneer, Jason said something but my system didn’t have sound so I was clueless. Without a word Paul dropped to his knees in front of Jason as he pulled out his half hard dick. In the back of my mind, I thought not bad as it looked to be a nice 7-8 inches.

Opening his mouth, Paul swallowed the cock down to the root in one slurp. My cock went from being interested to rock hard in about ten seconds flat. The idea of him on his knees sucking me off like that caused my stomach to knot and my balls to tighten. Watching him deep throat Jason over and over, it was obvious this kid was a skilled cocksucker. Despite the situation being off, it was still hot to watch someone as hot as Paul sucking dick. My own cock was now uncomfortably hard in my tight workout shorts.

Jason’s hands came around to take control, and he started to rapidly fuck Paul’s mouth. Finally with a rough thrust, Jason held Paul’s face all the way down and held him there as he shot his load straight in Paul’s belly. I was surprised the guy could even breath with face buried in Jason’s groin like that. An odd note of jealousy rose in the back of my throat, I wanted him on his knees swallowing my seed. Not sucking off an asshole like Jason.

Then after shooting, Jason pulled his cock out of Paul’s throat and pulled up his shorts. Then after making some sort comment, he made his exit. The fucker just left Paul there on his knees after making sure the coast was clear. Jason just fucking used him and walked away. The look of dejection on Paul’s face was like a sucker punch. This was clearly not something he was into.

Now, not only was my cock rock hard and screaming for release I had to figure out exactly what the fuck was going on. My protective instincts were on full alert. Quietly, I made some plans to make sure Paul was okay and take Jason down a notch or three. And well, hopefully, just maybe, get Paul into my bed. That night as I stroked my hard cock, it was Paul’s face and body I saw. The thought of having him under me and fucking that muscled ass had me shooting the biggest load of the last six months.

That week, I asked Paul if he want to help me clear out the store room the following Sunday to make some extra bucks. It wasn’t anything I couldn’t have done myself but I wanted a reason to get him alone. With a shy little smile he said he would be glad to help but he’d be happy to do it as a favor for me. Being alone with him would make the conversation about video much easier on both of us. I did not want him to think he had done anything wrong.

After locking up on Sunday, it was just Paul and I. We made idle chit chat while we cleaned up the storage area, I was struck by what hard worker he was. I just needed to stay focused on the plan and not drooling over him in a muscle tank. Finally, everything was in order so we went into the tiny office so I could cut him a check. But saying I need to give him a check was a way to get him sitting down so I could talk to him about the recording.

“Paul, I need to talk to you about something.” I said solemnly, leaning back in my desk chair after I handed him the check for his work. The open expression on his face told me he had no idea what was coming. I wasn’t even sure how to begin.

“Are you gay?” I finally blurted out. His face turned white as a sheet as his expression closed off completely.

“Paul, there is a security camera in the stairwell leading upstairs.” I said as gently as I could. In an instant his face went from white to red and his head dropped.

“Do you want me to suck your dick too?” His voice so quiet it was almost hard to hear him. Seeing at how terrified he was, I took a moment to get my temper under control before he shut down completely. I did not want to upset him any more than he already was.

“Am I to understand Jason forced you in someway against your will?” My voice like ice. I forced myself to take deep slow breaths to keep calm. Paul just sat there looking lost. I could see his hand in his lap, still holding the check I gave him, shaking ever so slightly.

Stepping around the desk, I hunkered down in front of him and took his hand to in mine to give him some measure of reassurance. He was trembling as I squeezed his hand.

“Tell me everything.” I said softly, not wanting to betray the tidal waves of emotion roiling through me. The slight electric spark at holding his hand and his nearness warred with my wanting to teach Jason a lesson he would never forget.

As his gaze met mine and our eyes locked, he started to talk and his eyes dropped down to where our hands were still joined.

He and Jason went to high school together and started out as friends. Though Jason took the starring role with by being typical jock on all the teams, Paul did okay in his quieter way. Everything changed one weekend during an away game when they shared a room together. At first, they just messed around by jacking each other off. Then they advanced to making out and trading blowjobs. The dalliances continued for some time until something happened with Jason. From what Paul could tell, Jason’s father found out and read him the riot act. After that Jason got a girlfriend and washed his hands of Paul. That was two years ago and they barely spoke through the rest of high school. Even though they both attended the same local college now Jason actively avoided Paul. That is until a couple months ago. At that point Paul stopped talking, so I waited for a moment.

“What happened?” I asked softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Paul explained Jason cornered him one day and wanted to play around. Except it really wasn’t, he just wanted blow jobs behind his girlfriend’s back. When Paul didn’t want to play, Jason resorted to blackmail and threats to get what he wanted.

“I didn’t like that Jason was cheating on his girlfriend but he didn’t give me a choice. I just don’t want to hurt my Gran like that.” He said as he finished his story. Reluctantly, I let go of his hand and stood up to lean back against my desk. At least now I knew what happened and that fast I had a plan. I would make sure Paul was okay and well, Jason would be taught a lesson or two. And I knew just the man to make that happen, a buddy from the Marines.

“Okay, here is what we’re going to do.” I said, taking charge of the situation. He looked both uneasy and almost relieved that he had finally told someone though he still would not meeting my gaze.

“Paul, look at me.” I continued. “Here is what we are going to do. First, we have to keep you safe. Is this the only place he has access to you?”

“Pretty much, I don’t really see him at school and I doubt he would risk anywhere else.”

“Good. I can take you on as a training client so I’m shadowing you at all times in the gym.” I explained, watching his eyes grow large.

“Sir, I don’t hav…” He stammered before I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

“Stop right there. I’m not going to charge you. It’s on me. Got it?” I said decisively while in the back of my mind an image of him literally on me briefly flashed through my mind. He nodded quietly, not quite sure what was going on. I also was about to throw caution to the wind. Knowing this young man who fueled more than a little of my recent jack off fantasies just might be attainable spurred me on.

“Now, as to your question.” I said almost overly serious. I could tell I caught him off guard by his look of confusion.

“Your question. Did I want you to suck my dick to?” I said almost too bluntly but before he could react I continued “Yes, I would love for you to suck my dick but only if I get to suck yours as well.”

My dick was already half hard just from voicing those thoughts out loud. It was fascinating watching the play of emotions run over his face and in those blue eyes. Confusion, surprise and desire. I cheered inwardly knowing I was probably maybe going to get my dream.

“You would want to, have sex, with me?” His voice suddenly shy and unsure. Paul really had no idea how fucking hot he was.

“Oh yes, I find you incredibly attractive. Hell, I’ve even thought about you while jacking off.” I admitted gruffly. My admission appeared to sink in and not two seconds later he quickly stood up and invaded my personal space, only about two inches away from me.

“Please.” He said softly as he stared up at me. His expression was so open and hungry as his eyes searched my own.

Raising my hands to cup his face, his skin was warm and smooth with just the barest hint of stubble. I closing my eyes, I lowered my lips to his and brushed them against his. Once, twice and then settled in to deepen the kiss. I could feel him moan as our tongues touched. The spark of electricity was palpable as my tongue explored his mouth. His taste rich and almost a little sweet, with just the barest hint of the ice coffee he had been drinking while we cleaned the storeroom.

As we continued to kiss hungrily, my hands went to his back to pull him closer as his own came up to encircle my waist. My cock, now rock hard jutted up against his own hardness. I was so close to bending him over the desk and making him mine, but I didn’t want to scare him with my raging hunger. I would control myself. Breaking the kiss, I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his while trying to slow my breathing. My cock was so hard it was almost painful.

“Paul, if we’re gonna do this.. Are you sure?” I said, my voice a rough whisper.

“I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to.” He answered, sounding almost hurt. He started to pull away but I was having none of that and kept him firmly in place where I wanted him, close to me. I pulled back just a little and stared into those blue blue eyes.

“Stop. Right there. I want you so bad my teeth hurt. I just want you to be sure since I’m probably twice your age. I don’t want you to ever think you’re being forced. Do you want this?” I ground out, holding my breath because I was almost afraid he might say no. In his eyes, I saw understanding bloom.

“I’ve had a crush on you since you first signed me up.” Paul said, his voice sure. I silently thanked the heavens above before answering.

“Let’s go upstairs and rinse off the grime from the store room. Then I am going to make love to you until we are both too tired to move.” I said as I stood up from my perch on the side of the desk, pulling him up with me. Not waiting for an answer, I entwined my fingers with his as I pulled him to the stairs going up to my apartment.

Once upstairs, I quickly stripped down and turned on the water on so we could hop in the shower. He just stood there as he looked my body up and down with hunger in his eyes, lingering on the my rock hard cock sticking straight out. But he made not move to get undressed.

“Paul, everything okay?” I asked, hoping beyond he wasn’t having second thoughts.

“Oh um, yes but it’s just…” He hesitated before looking down.

“What?” I asked softly.

“It’s just you’re well, perfect and I’m so short and well, not as built as you.” Paul answered softly. I stepped over to him and lifted his chin so he was looking at me.

“I think you are beautiful.” I said softly before dropping a brief kiss on his lips. So I had to bend a little due to the height difference, big whoop. Did he really think that would be a deal breaker?

Pulling back, I ran my hand over his shoulders and then down to where the hem of his t-shirt was and waited. I don’t think he hesitated even a second before he stripped off his clothes and stepped past me into the shower.

It was my turn to stare, as the water sluicing over his taut muscular body was a vision of masculine beauty. He may have been only a five and a half feet tall but what was there was perfectly proportioned. Stepping forward, I joined him under the running water.

The shower stall was a bit on the small side so it was just the right amount of intimacy as I used far more shower gel than was necessary for the job. As my hands ran over the slick muscle his own were equally busy with mine. His wrapping his hand around my throbbing cock almost brought me to my knees it felt so fucking good. As much as I wanted to spend the next hour in the shower exploring his slick lathered up body, after a couple minutes I pulled him out of the shower.

Forcing myself to slow down and take my time, I carefully toweled him off even dropping to my knees in front of him to towel down each leg. His cock, like mine was rock hard and a nice solid six inches. Just like him, it was perfect. I resisted swallowing him down right there as I finished drying him. As I stood up, it was his turn to towel me off. I never realized until that moment that the simple intimacy of someone drying you off could be so tantalizing. My breath quickened as he kneeled before me to finish my legs, his face was so very close to my hungry cock. Finally, I could take it no longer and pulled him up.

Once he was on his feet, I all but dragged him to the bed and pulled him down on top of me. My mouth found his and oh sweet heaven, the man knew how to kiss. Our tongues slid against each other in an almost choreographed dance, at I held his body firmly to mine. His cock ground itself against me, though with the height difference we weren’t quite even it was still heaven. My hands roamed his muscled back down to his near perfect ass. Cupping a cheek in each hand, I massaged them firmly while using one finger to stroke lightly over his hole.

Breaking off the kiss, Paul started to kiss and lick his way down my body. Slowly he used his tongue in a meandering path from my neck to my nipples where he sucked each one in turn. Then down across my stomach to where he reverently took my dick into his mouth. I propped myself up on my elbows for a better view and the sparks flew up and down my spine like never before as I watched him suck me hungrily. The way his cheeks hollowed out as he worked on the head was sexy as fuck. But I wanted to taste him too.

“Paul, slow down, we have all night. Swing up here.” I said as he deep throated me again. I bit down a moan as he showed no sign of slowing down, so I sat up and literally pulled him off my dick with a slight pop. He almost looked confused.

Bending in for a quick kiss, his lips were slightly swollen and sexy as fuck. Then I quickly indicated for him to lay on his side, and without a seconds hesitation moved into position and reattached himself to my dick. Now it was my turn as I moved my head to take him into my mouth. Damn, he tasted good. I used my tongue on the head, then took the entire shaft down my throat as I sucked him. My hands went around to his ass to pull his cock even farther down my throat. I had always liked sucking dick and his fit my mouth and throat perfectly as we sucked each other.

With my concentration now on pleasuring him, I was more easily able to control my need to cum. But my hands massaging his ass was starting to give me other ideas. Pulling off his cock for a moment, I wet a finger and slowly started to gently play with his ass. Just a tiny bit bit to see if he was interested but the way that tight hole opened and squeezed at my finger suggested he was.

I rolled him on top of me so I could get a good look at that hole. Jesus it was fucking beautiful. Smooth, hairless and pink it was almost winking at me. While I had never been one much for rimming I just had to take a taste. Lifting my head I gently ran my tongue across his hole, the taste was sweet and musky and wonderful. Dipping my head back in, I started to eat his ass. Jason slowed and then stopped sucking me as a low moan escaped from his throat.

He sat back up a bit so that he was almost sitting on my face and started pushing back against me as his moans grew louder. My tongue continued to work his hole, feeling it become wetter and looser. Reaching one hand around, I gave his cock a squeeze when Paul leapt off me to stand next to the bed, his breathing labored and his cock rock hard with just a drop of fluid at the tip.

“You okay Paul?” I asked, my own breathing not to steady and wondering what happened.

“I…” He began, hesitating before continuing “will you fuck me?” I gave a silent thanks to heaven above as I said “Yes” before reaching for him to pull him down to me on the bed.

“Have you done this before?” I asked him softly, liking the feel of him next to me on the bed. He shook his head in the negative.

“Are you sure?” I asked, wanting him to be certain as I held him close and stroked his chest. His quiet yes made me want to shout with joy. Grabbing the lube from the nightstand, I laid him on his back to get him ready. I put a pillow under his ass to lift him up off the bed a bit and spread his legs. When he reached for his dick, I swatted his hand away and told him no, this was my show.

I sat between legs and marveled at how sexy he looked laying back on the bed waiting and wanting. Popping open the top on the lube, I squirted a generous amount on my fingers. At first, I just played with the opening playing with the opening with just the tip of my finger. He was so tight. Bending my head, I took the head of his dick into my mouth as I breached his hole. His gasp and moan told me I was on the right track as I raised my head and finger fucked him.

“You like that?” I asked him as pressed deeper and deeper with each thrust. Paul’s face was a mask of concentration.

“Yes.” He hissed out. “More please.” As he made little motions to push back against my finger.

With another squirt of lube I added another finger and watched him wince as I stretched him out. Stroke, stroke, scissoring my fingers to stretch his hole and then I made for his prostate. As I gently caressed his joy button, he let out a loud gasp and a stream of “yes, fuck, yes, more…” as he tried to get me deeper inside him. My own cock was harder than fucking steel by this point and seeing him writhe with only my fingers had me close to shooting. But my cock was quite a bit thicker than two fingers. Pulling my fingers out, I gently added a third finger stretching him even farther. His entire body shuddered as he let out an almost inaudible moan. That did it.

Figuring he was about ready as he was ever going to get, I moved closer to him and put his legs up on my shoulders. After a quick kiss, I reached down to place the head of my cock at his entrance and slowly pushed in. Sweet heaven, he felt beyond good, beyond amazing even. I kept my eyes locked with his as I continued to push deeper into him looking for any sign of pain but there was none. His eyes only glowed with pleasure and his mouth slack in a wordless gasp.

“Oh wow.. just wow.. it’s…” Jason whispered as I hit home balls deep inside him. His hands ran themselves over my chest and shoulders, touching me everywhere he could reach.

“Perfect if you ask me.” I answered him as I slowly pulled back out to begin thrusting. I was not going to last long in the hot slick heat of him. Over and over I slid and out, taking careful aim at his prostate ever few strokes to be rewarded with a moan of pleasure from him. Leaning in, my mouth met his and our tongues ground against each other in time with my pounding. I had already been close but with each passing second I was in danger of falling over into the abyss.

“I need more.” I groaned against Paul’s mouth and pulled back a bit to get better leverage as I started to fuck faster, harder, deeper. I could feel the sweat drip off my face and on to him as I pounded his hole, lost in a haze of animal lust.

“Fuck me, more. Please. Harder. So close.” His voice barely penetrating the fog in my brain. Taking direct aim at his love button, I fucked myself into him harder and harder until suddenly with a gasp, I felt his hole spasm around my cock as he orgasmed, cum drenching his chest. That extra nudge was all I needed to cum myself, with a loud groan I came.

My body shuddered with the strength of my orgasm, as I shot volley after volley of hot sticky cum into his ass. I think I almost blacked out for a moment from an overdose of pleasure. I took his mouth in an almost brutal kiss but his own passion matched my own. With my arms threatening to give out, I rolled us over so he lay on top of me. Still impaled on my softening cock.

Arms enfolding him, my hands wandered up and down that near perfect back as our kissing slowed and softened. After a minute or two, he sat up a bit and ground his ass into my crotch, clenching his ass around my cock which started to get hard again. I wrapped my hand around his own sticky cock which was still hard to jack him off. Seeing this young muscular god astride me lit a fire in my veins.

“Ride that cock Paul. Take control. Use me for your pleasure.” I said as my other hand pulled him down on me harder.

And he did, he took control of the situation using me and my dick for our mutual pleasure. Towards the end I sat up and folded him in my arms. His wrapped his legs around me and his arms held on to my shoulders tightly as I thrust up into him. We were both slick with sweat as as I unloaded into him the second time. Our mouths met in a gentler kiss and our tongues swirled and caressed as I brought him to orgasm with my hand.

Still inside him but softening now, my face rested in the on his shoulder where I breathed in the scent of him, of us as he caught his breath. Even spent and tired, we were still entwined and I had no intention of letting go just yet.

“Paul…” I said softly as my hands stroked his back. My mind was having trouble putting the words together.

“Hmm?” He answered as he gently rubbed his cheek against me. Fuck it, I was going to be blunt. I pulled back to look into his eyes.

“You belong to me now. You know that right?” I half asked, half told him as I watched his face for any hint of well, fear, doubt or anything negative. The only thing I saw in his eyes was a warm glow.

“That means you belong to me too. You know that right?” He said with just the barest hint of a smile as I leaned in to kiss him senseless.

In the hours that followed we made love, took naps and made love again until the wee hours of the morning. Finally laying entwined together in the mess we had made of my bed, I calmed his concern about Jason. I let him know I had a friend who would teach Jason a lesson or two but if needed I would have a little ‘chat’ with him to let him know to stay the fuck away.

“What’s going to happen to Jason?” Paul asked quietly and I could hear the concern in his voice.

“He’ll be fine, he’s just going to be taken down a notch or two.” I answered with with a slight chuckle, knowing that Jason would probably end up enjoying the lesson immensely.

“But why are we wasting time talking about him?” I growled as I rolled over on top of him with a hungry kiss. With a contented sigh his arms went around me to pull me closer as he lost himself in the kiss.