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A call to Franco at Rocky’s Gym the next morning verified that a group of young guys, members of the swim team at the local campus of Purdue University, came to the gym every other Saturday morning at 8:00 for a workout and that they were due in this Saturday. So, Gino was a swimmer. Yeah, I could see that he had the sleek body for that.

I hadn’t really meant to ask Franco about the swimmers. I had just routinely called to check out how things were going at a business I had a stake in. Once I had asked, though, I realized that I did plan to go into the gym Saturday morning to see if Gino appeared. I had appointments to interview a couple of mechanics for the garage Saturday morning, and if you didn’t employ a good mechanic quickly, you were likely to lose him to the competition. I grumbled about it, but I called the two guys and rescheduled their interviews.

On the day, I was there at 7:45 so that I could get started into my routine before the swim team arrived. I didn’t usually work out at the gym on Saturday mornings. I usually ran in the Wildcat Creek Park those mornings when I wanted a hookup, because it had running paths and a lot of bushy areas to lay a guy in private, but most Saturday mornings I was in the office at the garage tallying up the week’s receipts and paying bills. If I’d known there were young guys to ogle at Rocky’s Gym on Saturday morning, I might have made it a routine to come in.

I worked out in just athletic shorts, a jock, and sneakers. Guys liked to see me in the gym, all beefed up and a model of what they were working for. Franco and Seth, the other partners, who were a couple, liked it when I worked out there. They said it was good for business. I wanted to show off well to Gino, so I came in early and worked my muscles up.

A little after 8:00, the swimmers came in, with two coaches, but there was no Gino. It wasn’t until 8:30, when he showed up, that I realized why he’d arrived late. I overheard him talking to one of the swim coaches.

“Sorry I’m late, Mr. Davis. My dad got me here late. I’ll stay on after you and the guys are finished so I can get the whole workout done. My dad won’t pick me up until 10:00.”

He was looking past the swim coach and at me while he was talking. A little smile on his face was trying to tell me he had it all figured out. I didn’t know he thought that, if his father was going to be picking him up—not that I needed much time to spike him, but I was hoping to be able to take my time at it—that this was going to work out. He’d told me his parents would be out of town today.

The swim coaches kept a tight rein on the young guys, a couple of whom were luscious, and they spotted them, with those other guys in the gym, like me, who liked their bait young, floating around and being circumspect in their ogling. At 9:00, the young guys, other than Gino, and their coaches were off to the showers, as were a couple of the regular patrons who I knew liked them young and wanted to see more than they had on the gym floor. Gino circled around me as I worked out, making quite evident to other guys that he was interested in me and not them until the swim team had showered and dressed and left the gym. Then Gino pulled off his T-shirt and went to the bench press. He laid down under the barbells and called out to me.

“Sir, could you spot me for a few minutes?”

“Sure,” I said, sauntering over, straddling his legs as he lay back on the bench and reached for the barbell resting in the stand over his shoulders. He started lifting.

“No, you’re pressing up with your legs,” I said for anyone around us to hear. “Take all the weight in your arms and shoulders.” I gripped his thighs in my hand, pressing them down, and slowly gliding up. He was trembling to my touch, but, hovering over him, I made him lift the weight for a while. My fingers went under the hem of his athletic shorts and I touched him on the crease moving into the groin on either side and gently rubbed him there. He was panting, his shorts were tenting out, and, his grip on the barbell quavering, he set it back in the stand and just lay there on his back, his head arched over the end of the bench, his eyes slitted and tongue darting out and flicking his lips, concentrating on what I was doing inside his shorts. I held there for a moment and then continued moving in with my fingers, centering, as Gino took gulps of air and grasped the set barbell set above his head, his knuckles going white.

I touched his cock, which made him lurch, and he moaned. The finger of my right hand went to the head of the cock. He was uncut, and he gasped as I pulled the foreskin back with that hand. The fingers of my other hand touched him on the glans and spread out, as he trembled, and, raising his head, looked at me, his eyes full of surprise and want. He arched his back as I worried his piss slit with my little finger. The cock produced precum and I rubbed it around on his bulb with my fingers. If others around us were looking, which they surely were, I didn’t give a shit. I was one of the owners of this place and I was marking Gino as my prey, not theirs. He engorged as I played with the cockhead. My right hand moved under his taint, two of my fingers finding his hole and penetrating him.

He gasped again, bending his legs with his feet pressed to the surface of the bench. He pushed his pelvis up into the heel of my hand, three fingers now inside him. There was no secret to onlookers what I was doing with him. Gino’s pelvis went into slow motion, rocking against the fingers of my hands that had possessed him. I was sure his groan could be heard all across the gym floor. Guys were gravitating to us, watching the rustle of my hands inside Gino’s shorts. They knew what I was doing. I’m sure most of them wanted to do it too.

Giving a low laugh, I pulled my hands out. “Yes?” I whispered.

“Yes,” he answered through belabored breathing. “It’s what I came for. Fuck me.”

* * * *

I fucked him for the first time in the shower cubicle, following him off the floor a couple of minutes after he left and intercepting him as he, naked, with a towel around his waist, and quaking, started to enter one of the showers stalls toward the front. I gestured him to a more private area toward the back of the gym locker room area, where the staff shower cubicles were located.

I was six-foot-two, 220 pounds, and all sculpted muscle. Gino couldn’t be more than 140 pounds wet, five-foot-six, slender, and lightly muscled but sleek of body. I could easily overpower him if that was necessary. It wasn’t necessary. He leaned back into the tiled wall under the shower head, water cascading down, and jutted his pelvis out toward me, so that leaning into the opposite wall of the small cubicle I could reach out and resume playing with his now-fully-erect cock. I once again pushed the foreskin back with the fingers of the right hand, while I swirled precum around his cock head with the fingers of the left hand. Moaning, he reached out with his hands and ran them up my muscular torso, running his fingers along the swirls of my tattooing and palming my pecs. I moved my right under his balls, the fingers penetrating him, and he rocked on the fingers. I buried my face in his throat and sucked on his carotid artery. His pulse was racing. I pulled away from him, looking down at our cocks, which I was frotting together.

He was in awe of my musculature. He wanted to worship my body, and I let him as we both stood in the shower cubicle under the running water and soaped each other’s bodies up. I let him do me, gliding his hands all over me and stroking my cock as we stood in a facing embrace. He tried to come up on his toes for a lip lock, but I’m not that kind of guy. Getting that, if not liking it, he let his lips go to my nipples and to tracing the lines of the swirl of tattooing on my pecs as I crouched a bit to continue frotting our cocks together. When I put my hands on his shoulders and pressed down, he got the message and went down on his knees, kissing down my torso and belly and then taking my cock in his mouth.

Gino gave good head. I’m sure he’d done this before. When I was hard as a rock and panting, I pulled him up and reversed him, hovering over his back and pulling his bubble butt into my crotch to let him feel what I had for him. He started to whimper and moan, “Yes, yes. Put it in. Fuck me.” I reached down, grasped my rod, and slapped it around on his buttocks. He sensed I was fumbling around with a condom packet I’d brought in with me, but he pushed that away.

“No need, unless you’re worried about me,” he said. “I want you to breed me.” That was too tempting and I was too much into the moment. It would mean a trip to my good friend and fellow honey hunter, the discreet Dr. Curtis, the next week, but what the hell. It’s Christmas. This would be a Christmas present.

He was trembling in my embrace when I covered his mouth with one hand to keep the noise down, palmed his lower belly with the other, and pulled him up, bent over at the waist, into my groin and onto my unsheathed cock. His feet came off the floor and he was completely under my control, bent over and dangling in front of me under the cascading water of the shower.

I had to hold fast on his mouth to muffle his cries as I penetrated and started the stretch. He was really tight, and I was taking him raw with just soapy water as a lubricant, but that was much of the thrill of fucking a small late teen, and his moans were telling me he was having a good enough time not to try to struggle away and bolt from the shower. This was really his idea anyway. When I was in and pumping with the combination of thrusting up into him and pulling him up into me rhythmically with my hand palming his belly, he began to relax and just dangle there, feet off the floor, as I pulled him on and off the cock. I was fucking him good and he was fully submissive to me.

I released his mouth and moved to a grip on his waist on either side as I raised and lowered him on the shaft. “This is what you wanted. This is what you came for,” I murmured.

He didn’t answer, but his moans and groans and his total surrender to me told me he was doing OK—or close enough.

When I’d come, we both gasped at the feel of the cum pumping inside him deep. I was healthy and virile. I was a pumper. I had a lot to pump. I also would recharge quickly. I was every young bottom’s dream.

I lowered him gently to the wet tiles of the floor and he went into a near fetal position. “I’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted,” I said, now not so certain it was, since he hadn’t exactly been vocal about wanting what he got, while he was getting it, “but you came on to me and this is what I do. I’m going to the sauna now. Not the one off the locker room. That’s for guys who aren’t easily shocked. There’s another at the back of the place behind the door around to the right when you leave this shower area. You can shower and leave. It’s almost 10:00 and your dad should be here to pick you up. If you want to get hold of me again, ask Franco at the front desk. He has my number. He’ll give it to you.”

“I have more for you, if that’s what you want,” I added as I turned to leave the cubicle.

He was just lying there, under the stream of water in half an inch of water on the tile floor slow to go down the drain. He was quaking and not answering. He was making other sounds than the moans and groans, either purring or softly sobbing. I couldn’t tell which. He’d have to decide. He’d either taken more than he’d wanted, or he wanted to be taken more. It was up to him.

“Fuck it,” I said, left the shower, grabbed a dry towel from the stack on a table in the passageway, and went to the more private sauna at the rear of the gym building.

There already were a few of guys in the sauna. One set of them was on the top bench at the side, coupling. Hank, a bodybuilder a couple of years older than I was was on top of a little guy I just knew as Sean, a swishy, cute young guy who came in now and again looking for what Hank was giving him. He’d signaled he wanted it from me, but he was too much the girl for me to have been interested. Sean was stretched out on the top bench, flat on his belly, arm dangling off the side, pretty-boy face with flowing blond hair and mascaraed eyes, turned to me, looking dreamy with his tongue hanging out, making little yippy sounds and whispering, “Yeah, baby; give it to me, baby.”

Hank, on his toes and the heels of his hands, his body stiff as a board, was giving it to Sean. He was doing pushups on Sean’s ass. He was thick and long and came up to where the rim of the bulb could be seen before the shaft disappeared up to the pubes in the hole again. Sean was getting it good. They didn’t stop when I came into the sauna, went to the top shelf of the side facing the sauna door, and lay out on my back on the spread towel.

A couple of other guys were on the benches across from Hank and Sean. a young, muscled-up guy I hadn’t seen in the gym before was sitting on the middle bench, legs spread, and an older, gaunt gray-hair who I knew owned a jewelry store on Main Street was crouched on his knees on the next bench down, between the younger guy’s thighs, and giving the younger guy head.

After a couple of minutes, the door to the sauna opened and Gino came in and climbed up to the top of the bank of benches where I was. He had a towel around him, which he opened and sat on below my feet. He was in erection, so I knew he wanted more. I had my legs together but not for long. I felt his hand on one ankle and then the other. He was coaxing my legs to bend and then to spread.

“So, you haven’t had enough,” I murmured. He didn’t answer me but slowly glided his hands up my now-spread legs, coming with them on his knees, moving up until he could lean over and take my cock in his mouth. His hands kept coming up my belly, reaching up and latching onto my nubs on either side between thumb and index finger and working them. He hadn’t forgotten how to give great head since we’d been in the shower. I held his head between my hands and let him work me ramrod straight while keeping his head in place until I was ready to let him stop. When he had me hard and throbbing, he rose, saddled himself on my pelvis, positioned the cap of my cock at his hole with a hand, descended on the shaft, and rode me dry for a second time in a “galloping across the prairie” cowboy.

This kid was a player. He rode me well. He rode the cock like a pro. I don’t think he’d had it from many before me, but I think he must have been done by one or two guys often. He’d certainly been taught how to do a good cowboy.

He collapsed forward on me when we’d both come, both of us gasping as I blasted him again and again, deep, with my cum. I wrapped my arms around him to hold him close. We both concentrated on me going soft in his channel.

When that event was over, I whispered, “How many have there been before me, kid?”

“A few,” he answered. “Mainly one. Mr. Davis. None with the body you have. I can’t get over your body—and the tattoo.”

I was proud of the tattooing—stylistic swirls in cobalt blue around the bulging pecs, following the line of the curves, and then down the left arm to the elbow. And an arrow in a heart low on my belly on the right, the arrow shaft bent and pointing at the goods. I had a silver ring pierced in my taint under the balls too. Gino had found that and given it a good tonguing and pull with his teeth. The kid wasn’t shy.

“Mr. Davis?” I asked.

“My swim coach.”

“Ah. Regularly?”

“At least once a week. He does Craig too. Your cock is bigger. Everything about you is bigger . . . and better.”

“I barebacked you. You pushed the rubber away when I brought one out. You’ve let the other’s fuck you raw?” I was more than a little concerned that he already was a casual player.

“No. Just you. I wanted it to be you who breeded me.”

Alrighty then. “It must be after 10:00. Your dad must be waiting for you out front.”

“My dad?”

“You told Davis that your dad was picking you up at 10:00.”

“I lied. That’s so he wouldn’t come back and pick me up then himself.”

“You said your parents were out of town today.”

“I didn’t lie about that. They are.”

“Transportation?”

“I have my bike.”

“I’m sure it will fit in the back of my Jeep.”

“I was hoping it would,” he said.

When we left the sauna, the gray-hair was in the young muscle guy’s lap, facing him and riding his cock. Hank was still doing pushups on Sean’s ass, and he was chewing on Sean’s neck. If he’d been a vampire, Sean would be one now too. The little swisher probably would enjoy that. I wondered how old Sean was. I thought he probably wasn’t any older than eighteen. We had sort of a fetish club going here at the Rocky Gym. Seeking late teens seemed to be able to find us here. We were careful that they were at least eighteen, though. Hank liked doing eighteen and- nineteen-year-olds as much as I did.

He certainly was doing one now.

As Gino and I left the sauna, two young muscle guys passed us and climbed up to the bench we’d vacated to start their own dance of the fuck. It was a busy morning in the back sauna at Rocky’s Gym. The two new guys had been in the gym, watching what I was doing to Gino there. I smiled at the thought that I’d revved them up and brought them to the sauna to work out their tensions together. They had assumed the sixty-nine position before I closed the sauna door on them.