Voyeur

Boot Camp Begins

Journal Entry: Far from a one time adventure with the boys, this seems like the beginning of a whole new phase of my life both physically and sexually! I am absolutely amazed at myself and I would be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying it!

I didn't see the boys all the next day and that afternoon my wife returned home. Similarly, the next day and I began to feel confident that it was all just talk. I only saw the boys briefly that evening as Beth and I were headed out for Friday night dinner. I started to introduce Beth to them and she informed me that they had already met and were going to become good friends!

“The boys told me about your new exercise program! I think it's great David. About time!” Beth said with a big smile on her face. The boys beamed and I smiled wanly.

The boys finally got to speak. “Good to see you again Mrs. B, hey Mr. B” Brian chirped (B for Bennett, obviously) while Chris looked on with a silly grin.

“I've invited them to dinner on Saturday. They have been working hard getting their apartment set up (oh, if only she knew!) and have already been to their first classes and they deserve a good home-cooked meal.

“Well, one big happy family it will be, then” I mockingly chirped back. Beth either didn't catch the sarcasm or chose to ignore it. The boys kept smiling their silly smiles but caught my eye and winked- BOTH OF THEM! What hath God wrought I said to myself.

Saturday was uneventful and the boys arrived at the appointed hour and dressed quite nicely for dinner. Beth made them a superb summer meal: steak on the grill, corn on the cob, also grilled, salad, french bread and lime sherbert over graham cracker cups for dessert. Beth served a nice sparkling sangria with this most pleasant dinner.

The boys were on their best behavior and continued the, at least at first annoying habit of calling us Mr. B and Mrs. B. Later I came to love those terms, along with my other “secret” names.

This was also the moment I began to realize how incredibly intelligent and talented these two boys were. After supper, we went into the living room and Brian immediately noticed our baby-grand piano.

“That's a beauty,” he said admiringly.

“Do you play,” Beth asked as she brought in some after-dinner liquor. Brian blushed and shook his head. “Not really that well,” he said.

“I call B.S. He won't admit it but he plays incredibly!” Chris chimed in.

Brian blushed. “I don't know about all that”

“I do!” Chris proclaimed, “and he can play both really old stuff from classical, Gershwin,  Cole Porter to Sinatra, lots of stuff from Broadway, as well as lots of 60-70-80-90s stuff and a whole lot of contemporary artists like John Maher, Kate Perry, Ariana Grande, Bruno Mars, Ed Sheeran, John Legend.”

“You have to play for us, Brian!” Beth enthused.

Brian got a sly expression on his face. “Sure, if Chris accompanies me on vocals!”

“Now wait!” Chris demurred. “I am not anywhere in the same league!” he protested.

“Oh yes, you are!” Brian answered.

“Fair's fair!” I added, just to stir the pot.

Reluctantly, but not too reluctantly, Brian sat at the piano and Chris joined him. What happened next was  more than an hour of the most beautiful music I have heard in a long while. I was blown away and so was Beth.

They started with some great ballads that stretched from the 40s through more current stuff. Their vocals were so inventive and melodically intertwined that it literally sent chills down my spine. I am a big music lover and like almost every genre.

After Brian insisted that Chris ran next door and got his guitar, they switched to some jazz numbers, including some Brazilian stuff, that was equally delightful, some hauntingly so.

At some point, Beth and I made a few requests- some Broadway tunes (Sondheim, Bernstein, Rodgers and Hammerstein, Lin-Manuel Maranda ) Sinatra, the Beatles, James Taylor, Simon and Garfunkel, giving our era away in the process.

Brian then agreed to play a few classical pieces as well, a few accompanied by Chris.

The night ended with Brian and Chris collaborating on three really beautiful pieces that were unfamiliar to me. When I inquired, both Brian and Chris blushed.

“You mean you guys?!”

“Brian wrote the music, I just added the lyrics,” Chris confessed.

“Just!?” I almost shouted, “those lyrics are amazing!”

“Man,” I said, again, completely blown away, “why aren't they already on the Billboards?”

Brian shrugged. “Just something we mess around with for now,” he said modestly. “Maybe someday we'll get serious.”

I became unrelenting in insisting that they do something with their music; so much so that Beth finally had to call me off like an overly enthusiastic puppy.

As the evening progressed, no mention was made of the supposed impending “boot camp”.

Again, I thought I was home free. However at 6:45 a.m. I was awakened by a loud and forceful knock at the door. While I was still in bed, Beth was up and about (being a confirmed and annoyingly spry and spritely morning person). I was soon to learn that I, too, was to become a morning person; certainly MUCH less enthusiastically.

Beth answered the door. “David,” she shouted into the bedroom, “the boys are here for your run,” I groaned and turned over in bed. Beth was in the room in a heartbeat. “David, you’re not going to disappoint those sweet boys! They have the basic decency to try to include you in their activities and obviously have your best interest in mind even if you don't,” she snapped. I groaned again and rolled out of bed. I threw on running shoes, running shorts and a loose-fitting t-shirt and headed for the door.

“Good Morning Mr. B” they both chirped. Again with the silly grins.

Once outside the door, with the door firmly shut, I knew what was coming next. Chris commanded: “Lose the shirt Sexy Old Man!” I complied.

We got onto the running path soon enough. Already I was wheezing and coughing. They were amazingly patient with me. Very shortly I had to begin walking instead of jogging. They simply ran down the path and then circled back again. Their return came to signal my next spurt of running.

They allowed me to set the time I ran. I tried to push myself but didn't want to overdo it. Part of me really did want to get back in shape. I didn't want to sabotage what seemed like a true blessing in disguise: two extremely hot, very patient, personal trainers who, for some inexplicable reason, seemed to take an interest in my welfare AND my sex life!

We got back in one piece and I thanked them. Before I went into the door, Chris reached out and smacked my butt. “Sure thing, Sex Man!” once again dropping the “Old”. I smiled and thanked them again.

The next day began the week and they arrived again, this time at 6:30 a.m. with their smiling faces at the door. Tuesday, the same routine. On Wednesday morning during our run, they announced that it was gym day. Summer classes had started and I hadn't seen them during the day.

At 4:30 they swung by and picked me up and we headed for the university's state-of-the-art gym. They seemed to have an “in” with one of the trainers on duty at the gym, Josh, an absolute stud who I found out later was only 24 years of age, and judging from the knowing glances between all three of them I thought they might have an “arrangement” that was more than an exchange of professional courtesy.

But I wasn't sure of this. Josh seemed absolutely straight as a new nail. But then again, so did Chris and Brian. I sighed and realized that I was a terrible judge of all of it.

In a few minutes, we were suited up for a workout. The guys went off to do their intensive work out session and they left me in the capable (and sexy) hands of Josh the trainer, who helped me develop an appropriate beginner's routine. He wrote it all down on forms he had for tracking my progress and handed me the clipboard that would be mine when I came in. He stayed with me the entire work out session. He set it up so that I would have three days in the gym: two by myself and one with Josh and the guys.

It took me no time at all to realize that he was an absolute master-class hunk. He wore shorts, shoes with no socks and a tank top that more than adequately displayed his abs, pecs and massive arms and shoulders. His upper legs and calves would make an Angus bull jealous. While certainly “big”, he was not overly so. I quickly glanced down at his shorts and saw that he was certainly well endowed there too. I had to work hard during the entire workout to keep from getting a raging boner. I would soon discover that I needn't have fretted about him catching me looking at his tool. Turns out, he was definitely “on our team.” But I didn't know that then.

As soon as we finished my workout we joined the guys as they finished up their workouts. Josh gave them a pointer or two. He certainly seemed to know a great deal about weight training and exercise and had the body to show for it. Josh asked if the boys had time this afternoon for his usual special stretching and cool down session. They smirked and said that they definitely did and asked if I might come along to observe and participate as I felt inclined. He shot me a sincere smile and said that that would be more than fine.

We went into a separate room and stationed ourselves on a large mat. Josh placed an “in session” sign on the door, locked it, and immediately instructed us to take our shirts and shoes off.

Looking around the room at the display of awesome masculine muscle, I suddenly felt self-conscious about my flabby self.

As if reading my mind, Chris looked at me and smiled. “No worries, David. You'll be in great shape before you know it!” For some reason, his kind, calm reassurance was all I needed and I completely forgot my negative feelings.

Josh gave us instructions for each stretch session and we followed. He demonstrated each move for me and then came around to each of us to make sure we were maximizing our stretches. Obviously, he dwelled on me more, the newbie. He used his hands and body deftly to help me stretch further. It felt great. The boys did not react to him in any way that added credence to my earlier suspicions and I decided that I had been wrong.

Afterward, he pointed to the large whirlpool bubbling away. “Strip down boys and head in. I will call each of you out for your cool down message. When it's your turn, grab a couple of towels to dry off with, bring a towel with you and come on over to the table,” he said by way of instruction. Josh stripped down too and got into the pools with us and we chatted for a while pleasantly.

After a while, Josh emerged from the whirlpool giving me an up-close and personal look at his junk. It was impressive and beautiful; water sliding off it in little rivulets, following the lines of the gorgeous veins in his cock and dropping to the floor. I was momentarily mesmerized.

He looked down at me and I broke free from my reverie and quickly looked away. He said, “Ok, David, the boys said,'' You go first. Give me a minute to set up and then come on over. Remember, there are towels right here so grab a couple to dry off with and one to drape over you on the table.”

He dried off quickly and slipped on his shirt and tank. Man, was he gorgeous. Fortunately, after he set things up, my cock cooperated as I got out of the whirlpool, dried off, grabbed a towel and came over to the table. I looked back at the guys and Brian piped up, seeing my concern.

“Josh gives a great massage,” Brian reassured me, “he always ends the stretch and whirlpool session perfectly. He's a professional and knows a lot about musculature, exercise physiology, massage, etc. You are in good, safe hands! Enjoy; you'll probably fall asleep”

I doubted that! I looked at Josh who gave me a pleasant smile and climbed onto the table. Not sure how to place the towel I gave it to Josh who placed it over my buttocks. Josh put just enough oil on me to help him with the message. I personally hated it when masseuses used too much oil.

Brian was right, Josh was very very good at what he does. He worked my shoulders and arms first; all the way down to my hands and fingers. He carefully laid each arm on the ample table as he finished. I found myself making small grunting noises of appreciation.

He then went to work on my neck and upper back. The pressure and technique he used was perfect. I felt all the tension flow out of my body and he worked down my back. When he got to my buttocks, he carefully moved the towel to my lower back and went to work on my butt.

It is amazing how much tension resides in our buttocks -- especially as it attaches to the upper legs. Josh passed this major milestone with flying colors; not even a hint of funny business. I was surer than ever that I had misread the signs between the three guys as I thought again, that I had not picked up any “gay vibes” from Josh, albeit from my very nascent “gaydar”.

Josh replaced my towel where it had been and continued to work on my legs and finished up with absolutely awesome attention to my feet! I felt totally relaxed.

“Alright,” Josh said, “time to turn over.” Immediately, I panicked mostly because I was not sure my cock would cooperate; in fact, I was quite sure it wouldn't. Almost as if reading my mind, Josh reassured me, “ And don't worry about getting a hard-on as I work on your front. Most guys do.”

I flipped over and Josh placed the towel over my midsection and went to work on my upper body. Man, it felt so fucking good. Again, he stared with my shoulders and redid my arms. Then he worked my pecs, lats, etc. I did,in fact, get a hard on but very quickly became comfortable  with it. I felt myself drifting off as he continued down my body to my abs, upper legs, lower legs and then doing my feet again.

Unexpectedly, I fell deep asleep. Josh let me sleep. Rousing a bit on and off, I watch Josh’s movements. He seemed to take a bit of a break and then moved to a second table and called Chris up. I aroused occasionally to see Josh beginning the same process with Chris.

As Josh worked on Chris’s first arm, he looked up and asked me how I was doing. Awakened, I muttered “Awesome!”

“I recommend you go in and take a nice long hot shower right over there,” Josh said as he motioned. I got up and trotted off to the shower.

After a nice relaxing time in the shower, I hopped out and wrapped one of the large towels around me and moved back toward the massage area.

To my astonishment, Josh was bending over Chris, naked, stroking Chris' oil-covered cock, using both hands to full effect.

“Didn't mean to leave you out, David, but the guys told me about your situation,” Josh said to me without a hint of embarrassment. “Feel free to jack while you watch if you want. My specialties are blowjobs and rim-jobs!”

Chris looked up and chimed in, “Specialty is right. He is unbelievably good at both!” With that recommendation announced, Josh winked at me and bent down over Chris' cock and used his tongue to swirl around his head.

“Grab that stool, David, and sit up close and watch while I work,” he said matter of factly. I did so. I felt absolutely free to move in as close as I wanted while, for the next five full minutes, Josh used his hands and mouth to provide unbelievable pleasure to Chris.

I know this because it was such a true pleasure just to watch and because Chris' moaned, wriggled, gasped, and talked dirty- - directed completely at instructing Josh to continue doing what he was doing AND FOR FUCK SAKE DON’T STOP!

At one point Chris was making high pitched sounds – whimpers, murmurs... not sure. One thing was obvious, they were sounds of pure delight.

Deftly, Josh folded Chris back, bringing his legs back so that his knees rested on his upper body and Chris' butt was totally in the air and exposed. Josh dropped a small amount of oil directly into Chris' pucker and used one of his fingers to massage it in.

He followed with his tongue, first “fucking Chris' hole” then circle it with his tongue, using a combination of his fingers, mouth, tongue, lips, face, and nose to provide Chris what was obviously an awesome experience. I sat close, mesmerized by Josh's use of all the elements at his command to drive Chris crazy. He put his nose right on Chris's hole and inhaled deeply and pressing down and rubbing his nose in his hole while simultaneously using his tongue to lick his ass crack just below. He drove his oily finger into Chris' hole and used his tongue to further the pleasure. Chris shuddered and moaned.

He took a break from his hole to lick, kiss and bite Chris' ass cheeks, then returned to his hole and buried his entire face into Chris' crack, licking and slurping, nuzzling into it further as Chris wiggled and thrashed around talking gibberish. Josh has this technique where he spread Chris' cheeks further and then turned and wiped the side of his face onto his hole, returned to center, licking his pucker hole wildly and then turned his other cheek and wiped it all over him, continuing to have his tongue dart out. I looked at him; his face, mouth, and lips were covered with an oily patina and he seemed to be in some kind of trance. Both guys were in absolute heaven; so was I.

Chris was making deep guttural sounds of pleasure that eventually migrated to high-pitched squeals of joy-- especially once Josh began using his tongue to full force.

Josh used spit to substitute for oil, occasionally returning to Chris' hole with one of his well-oiled fingers and moving it around expertly and driving it in deeply, finding that spot.

Several times, he licked up from his hole to his ballsack lingering there and then all the way up his shaft, swallowing his cock and working it feverishly, then returning to Chris' puckering hole. Throughout this entire adventure, I was up close and personal- wanking as I watched.

Next Josh reached over to a side table and brought back a smooth glass or plastic futuristic-looking dildo. It was narrower in the middle and then expanded to a “head” which itself was odd-shaped, flaring out and then coming to a smaller smooth point. The entire head was curved above the narrow shaft slightly. At the other end, two wings protruded from the base ending in slightly thicker end pieces.

Josh wielded this instrument like a professional. First, he used its “wings” to surround Chris' hole and when Josh pushed down on it, Chris' hole was a perfect target for more attention. I got right up next to Josh, standing up, to watch him go to work on Chris. Again, Chris made high pitched sounds of enjoyment and had the silliest smile of pure joy on his face.

Josh turned the glass marvel around and used a little bit of oil to coat it and then proceeded to slip it into Chris' waiting hole. Chris' eyes widened as Josh pushed it in with one smooth motion. He let it rest there for a while as Chris got his mind wrapped around this “unexpected” but not unwelcome invasion.

Josh grabbed the “wings” of the device and began twirling it gently around. Again, Chris' eyes widened again and the silly grin returned to his face. Finally, his eyes rolled back in his head and he began to breathe erratically. Josh settled it down and then proceeded to take it out and then back in- each move extracting a loud gasp from Chris.

The whole thing was a massive turn-on! Josh working Chris; looking over to me frequently, sometimes explaining what he was doing as he did it! Me wheeling around on the stool, getting oh so close! Wanting so much to reach out and touch Chris or Josh or both! The “not doing so,”  it's own special kind of turn-on.

Leaving the glass marvel deep inside, Josh moved forward and began sucking Chris' cock. With one hand he assisted in the cock sucking and with the other began moving the magic wand in and out.

Josh paused and looked over at me. “Want to give the wand a whirle. No touching involved.” I thought about it - - realizing that it was another revision of the no-touch rule.

“Fuck it!” I said out loud and grabbed the wings as soon as Josh let them go. I moved the wand in and out slowly, mesmerized by the whole scene.

I glanced over to see Brian stroking, equally mesmerized. 

A glint of light reflecting on the glass wand as it disappeared into Chris, Josh's hot mouth expertly working Chris's throbbing cock, Chris moaning and squealing in ecstasy! Meanwhile, I continued to beat my meat furiously, unable to stop or even slow down.

This was too much for me. I announced that I was going to cum soon. Josh suggested that I cum onto Chris' hole and Chris literally shouted his approval: “YES!”

Using the stool, I let go of the wand and climbed on to the table and put my feet on either side of Chris's body and stood over the whole “hole operation”. Josh removed the dildo and spread Chris' cheeks. He brought his mouth down close to Chris' hole, licking it a few times for good measure.

“Let's have it Sex Old Man!” Josh said. (The boys must have told him!)

I looked down on the scene and, with that invitation. I couldn't hold out longer. I suddenly spasmed and released a huge load, raining down upon Chris' hole as well as Josh's eager mouth and face. Josh immediately used my cum with his tongue to lube Chris' entire anal area, lapping it around and around in a swirling motion.

He took a good bit of my “lube” and held it in his mouth, shoved the dildo back into Chris's hole and headed to the front of the table to Chris' waiting mouth. They kissed passionately with my cum as their common coin!!

Chris still had the dildo buried in his ass. But what Josh did next absolutely surprised me. I was still standing on the table looking down. He asked me to scoot back just a bit and I complied.

With that, he unfolded Chris' body, his cock still hard as a rock, and hopped onto the table, straddling Chris and impaled himself on Chris' cock. He leaned back with his hands supporting himself on either side of Chris and road him like a bucking bronco; using his legs to basically fuck himself on Chris' throbbing cock.

All of a sudden Brian appeared. “Hey you guys,” he said with a mock pouting face, “ did you forget all about me?”

Chris and Josh both laughed. I smiled not knowing for sure if I was “in the club” enough to laugh.

Brian came up in front of Josh as he was riding Chris and, using a smaller step stool, stood upon it and took Josh's wildly swinging cock deep into his mouth and using Josh's motion to fuck his face with Josh's cock.

I carefully moved to the end of the table and hopped off. I wanted to get a closer look at this. “This” went on for a long time, an expression of pure ecstasy on Josh's face as he was being doubly pleasured.

Then Brian stopped sucking and then hopped off the step stool and edged up the front of the table to Chris' now open mouth which he had moved a bit off the table to provide a better angle for receiving cocks! Brian proceeded to fuck-face with total lack of restraint as Chris accommodated him and his every move.

Brian was working everyone, including himself into a frenzy. Finally, Brian moved back to Josh and jumped on the table with one swift move just behind Josh and, supporting himself on his knees on either side of Chris, pushed Josh forward exposing the entrance to his hole and Chris' still pumping cock.

“I just wanted to see that hot action up close,” he said, and leaned down and bit Josh's ass gently but enough for Josh to yelp.

He silently motioned to me to throw me the lube and quickly lubed up his cock and threw it back to me. Without further word, he pushed his massive tool into Josh's hole alongside Chris'. I watched Josh's eyes saucer as he braced himself for the onslaught. But it was a look of intensity, not pain. These guys knew what they were doing, unlike me!

Brian lowered himself more now sitting on Chris's legs and providing a better angel to ravage Josh's ass. He and Chris developed a nice in and out motion that sent Josh into oblivion. Every time he tried to talk it ended up being gibberish.

From this new angel, Josh could actually sit back a bit and hold his own cock which he occasionally remembered to jack. As the intensity grew, so did Josh's wild mutterings and at one point he grabbed his cock in earnest and stroked it fast and furiously.

“FUCK!!” “I'm going to cum! “ he shouted. “OH FUCK, cum inside me PLEASE! Both Brian and Chris were wearing condoms but their massive cocks were hot and loaded with cum. They shot fiercely into Josh's quivering hole as he unleashed a torrent of cum all over himself and Chris.

I had been literally followed Brian around as he first positioned himself to suck Josh off while Chris fucked him, and then face-fucking Chris and finally to double- fucking Josh. I got very up close and personal for all of it, beating off furiously as I went.

When the boys all shot their massive loads (I saw Josh's load all over the place and the two condoms full when they removed them), I shot another load too- choosing to shoot on Chris's chest.

He let go of Josh's waist for a moment and scooped my load into his mouth and smiled at me. “Thanks, Sexy Man! So good!” he said and smiled again.

A sense of thrill and belonging shot through my body. I blurted out “ I really love you guys.... thanks so much for making me feel so included!”

Chris smiled back again.

“Believe me, it is our pleasure too!”