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I sat quietly for a moment, letting my body settle after the massage, still getting used to the idea that a business trip could turn into this. At twenty-six, I was probably younger than most of the men in this upscale health club, and it showed. It had been a Sunday unlike any other, one encounter leading into the next before I had time to catch my breath. Still flushed from it all, I wanted nothing more than to finally relax in the whirlpool.
As I regained enough strength to stand again, Rico and Jose helped steady me until I was sure enough to walk on my own. My skin was still warm from their hands. I left the massage room with only the small key to my locker. After I opened my lock, I dug through my gym bag and found the tiny white thong I had promised myself I would wear in the pool area.
I noticed more men hanging around the locker room now. Some pretended to retie shoes that did not need retying. Some just stood by their lockers, not in a hurry to leave. I imagined the stories flying around the club, something about a new guy in town who kept turning up in one naked, troubled situation after another during his visit.
I was still aroused, both from the massage and from being the center of attention for some of the club's handsome employees. My cock was still hard and thick between my legs, throbbing with every heartbeat, refusing to settle. My head stayed in a slight fog because of it, and I could not manage to get the thong on. My fingers fumbled with the thin fabric. I decided to head toward the sinks for some fresh water to splash on my face, ending up strutting around the locker room naked longer than I had hoped. I continued to feel eyes on my back and ass with every step.
At the sinks, I caught my own reflection and realized how exposed I still was. The mirror gave everyone behind me a clear view too. There was no hiding. My reflection showed everything: wet lips, hard nipples, and my erection standing tall beneath the bright lights. Two gym members who looked Persian stepped up to the sinks on both sides of me to wash their hands and faces. I was the only one nude among them. I felt exposed between their two frames. Their arms brushed mine as they reached for the soap. The heat from their bodies pressed close on both sides of me. I tried to think of something that would calm me down, anything to make my erection settle even a little.
One of them gave me a warm smile. The other, more muscular, stepped back to look at my ass. Both were handsome and fit, athletic bodies with hairy chests I could not look away from. The one behind me let his eyes move over every inch of my ass, like he was memorizing the shape. He licked his top lip and gave a soft whistle, then reached out and cupped one cheek in his palm. His hand was both rough and strong, pressing into my skin like he already owned it. His fingers dug in just enough to make me gasp. He squeezed my cheek firm, then let his hand drag across my skin.
I placed my hands on the sink basin for support. My knuckles held tight onto the edge of the counter, and my cock throbbed hard against the cool porcelain. A drop of precum hit the sink below me. My whole body shook for a second, needing to breathe.
Shortly after, I returned to my locker and finally managed to pull the thong up over my legs. I looked in a nearby floor-to-ceiling mirror and saw the dimples on the sides of my ass on full display with my round cheeks. The thin strap sat snug between them, leaving nothing to guess about. The front of the thong was just as revealing, cut low and thin, barely holding anything back. The fabric was white and nearly transparent, covering very little. My dark pubic hair slipped out along both sides, and the narrow strip in back disappeared easily between my muscular round glutes.
Just then Vince reappeared and asked how I was doing. He gave me a little whistle when he saw what I was wearing for the pool area. His eyes moved down my chest and stopped at my waist.
"Brad, I am impressed with the way you take care of your body," said Vince. "You sure have sweet features for others to be jealous about. Anyone can tell you train hard just by looking at your body."
I thanked Vince, adding that the training came from my wrestling days in college, then closed my locker.
As I walked toward the entrance to the pool area, I noticed Trey mopping the tile floor. He had placed a "Beware of the Wet Floor" yellow sign at the edge of the wet tile.
When Vince saw this, he suggested I walk through the workout area to reach the pool instead. Things were changing fast, and I did not know how to respond. I followed his lead as he walked me into the gym. Vince placed one of his strong arms around my lower back and guided me through the locker room door into a well-lit lobby. His fingers hooked around the back of my thong waistband, holding me close as we walked, and he did not let go once we reached the lobby. I felt the heat of his hand through the thin fabric. Marco was still covering the front desk from earlier that morning.
A young, good-looking Italian, Marco was strikingly handsome. He was talking with another customer when we walked in. Both men stopped talking and looked toward Vince and me. Their eyes moved over my whole body and stopped on my basket. Vince noticed where their eyes landed too. He held me still and asked Marco a few small questions, one about the freshly painted Thrust Hard Men's Athletic Club sign on the wall behind us, turning us around in the process, his fingers still hooked in my waistband. It gave Marco and the customer a clear view of my backside. I felt my face flush under all those eyes. My body stood on display, and there was nothing I could do about it. While we stood there, a warm gust of air blew into the lobby as the front doors opened. More men were filing in to use the gym.
Apparently, Rico was wrong about quiet Sundays. Men filed in through the front doors in twos and threes, voices and the clang of weights rising behind me. As customers checked in with Marco using their phone app, I caught their reflections in the trophy case, each one glancing at my ass as they stopped at the desk. One customer even whispered that he would love to have a piece of my ass. Another man behind him nodded, licked his lips, and made no effort to hide it.
After a few more minutes, Vince led me into the gym. We ran into Rico, who was finishing up with another client's workout. Rico gave me a smile and greeted me again.
"Brad, every time I see you, I notice something else about you," Rico said.
I knew I was not going anywhere for a bit, since Vince kept a firm grip on my waist.
Vince and Rico talked for a few minutes about how surprisingly busy the gym had become, and how some of the customers were doing with their workouts. They even mentioned how they had several new memberships in the last few hours. The two joked that the word must have gotten out that a new boy toy was here.
I sheepishly asked if Rico could join me in the whirlpool like he had promised on Friday evening.
Vince quickly said that should not be a problem, then asked if he could join us, too. He mentioned he had a few extra fitness drinks in his office he could bring along.
I thought Vince joining us was definitely a bonus. Two hunks in the whirlpool with me. What a way to finish out my afternoon at the club.
Thirsty in the moment, I asked if the pool area had a drinking fountain. I did not want to admit my mouth was dry from nerves, standing in front of these muscular men.
Vince said the pool area did not have one, and reminded me of the fountain here in the workout area. As I turned to head that way, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small brown bottle, unscrewing the cap and holding it up between us.
"Take a hit of this," he said. "It will loosen you right up."
I hesitated for a second, but he pressed the bottle closer, his thumb already covering one nostril for me. I leaned in and inhaled. The rush hit fast, a warm buzz spreading through my chest and down into my limbs. My head went a little light and my muscles went soft.
"See," Vince said, watching my face change. "Nothing to be nervous about. Just relax and let it work."
Rico smirked at Vince.
I bent over to drink from the fountain. Vince held the button down for me, his other hand resting soft on my back. My glutes were on display in the now crowded gym, round and firm, the thin fabric of my thong stretched tightly between them.
All I could think about was the way his hand casually moved over my body.
I braced my elbows on the fountain as my skin reacted to the warmth of Vince's touch. My positioning gave Vince an easy path to explore my lower back. After a moment his fingers slid down to my ass, tracing the curve of each cheek. He leaned in and whispered that I was a beautiful fit triathlete with plenty to offer for the men to see.
His fingers kept moving, slipping into my crack and tugging the thin strap of my thong aside. The warmth of his hands felt good against my cooled skin. My hole sat exposed now, smooth and pink, twitching slightly under the open air. I felt one finger brush over it, light, just testing me. My cock stirred again.
A soft moan slipped out before I could stop it, loud enough that men nearby glanced over toward the sound. Vince turned his head toward them, a little chuckle escaping his lips as he raised his eyebrows at the group. "This one right here," he said, loud enough for them to hear, "is putting on quite a show for us today."
A few men called out low sounds of approval, one of them saying, "Damn, look at that." One muttered something to the guys beside him and nodded once, eyes locked on me the whole time. Others just laughed under their breath, the kind of laugh that said they liked exactly what they were looking at.
Another moan escaped me, giving away exactly how much I was unsure if I wanted this.
"I will be joining you in that whirlpool," Vince said softly. "There is a lot more of you I want to get my hands on. And I am claiming a piece of that ass before you leave town."
Vince turned toward the men and grinned. "Everybody, meet the gym's new boy toy," he said, loud enough for them to hear.
As we turned to walk toward the pool area, several men were standing nearby. In the mirrors I noticed Vince smiling at them, clearly enjoying the show he had created. My arousal was building fast, straining against the thin fabric of my thong, its waistband riding well below my pubic hairline. I could feel every eye in the gym tracking the movement.
Vince still thought I needed an escort, and held me close in front of him as we crossed the gym. He asked how I was doing.
I told him I had goosebumps from the air conditioning.
Even before he touched me again, I could feel the heat coming off his body, close enough now that it reached me through the cool gym air. It was a different kind of warmth than his hands, like standing near something that had been baking in the sun all day.
He pulled my back against his chest and wrapped both arms around me, saying he had no problem keeping me warm. The hair on his arms brushed against my bare chest, sending a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the cold. My body did not care that others were watching. My head fell back against his shoulder, and I stopped trying to resist him.
I felt his cock stir against my ass, and my own body answered without hesitation, my cock growing to a full erection. The head of my thick cock had no problem climbing out of my tiny transparent thong's waistband.
Vince leaned in and whispered that the sight of my cock's wet head on display for others was hot for him to see in the mirror ahead of us. He added that I was one of the sexiest jocks to ever work out at his gym, and that he had been thinking about getting me alone since the moment he saw me this morning.
"Your muscles are so well toned," Vince said, his voice low in my ear. "So wonderful for all of us to admire. But I want more than that."
I felt like an athlete on display, desperate to feel every inch of this man pressed against me. When I looked at our reflection in the mirror, I noticed not just our embrace, but Rico watching from the lobby doorway, his eyes dark with lust. His smile was warm and inviting. He gave a small nod of approval to Vince and to me, like he was granting permission for whatever came next. I wondered, right then, if I liked being watched more than I should.
Just then Trey snuck up and surprised us, letting Vince know he had a phone call from his friend Michael. While he waited nearby, Trey's eyes lingered on the two of us, tracing every inch of our bodies pressed together. Vince kept holding me still. He did it on purpose. His grip stayed firm across my chest. He let Trey take in the sight of my cock, hard and pointed up and out of my thong. On full display for him.
After what felt like forever, Vince asked Trey to tell Marco he would take the call in his office.
"Handsome, would you mind another detour so I can take this call?" Vince whispered in my ear, his grip tightening just enough to make his intentions clear.
Knowing I had little choice in the matter, I nodded softly, my cock throbbing at the thought of where this detour might lead.
"Mmmm, good," Vince said, his hand holding my waist as he guided me toward a door behind the front desk, in no rush to let go of me.
When Vince had me open the door marked CEO, I saw a short hallway leading to a set of steps up to a second floor. My heart was pounding by the time we reached the top, finding a large single room designed with rich oak wood. I was very impressed.
Vince turned me to face him for a moment before reaching for the phone. "Do you like the idea of being someone I get to show off?" he asked, his thumb tracing small circles against my hip. "Because I meant every word of it down there."
I felt my face flush, but I nodded anyway, unable to find the words to answer him out loud.
"Good boy," Vince said, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Let us get you set up over here."
Vince guided me to the far side of his grand desk in front of the floor to ceiling windows that lined one wall. Below the windows, the crowded gym floor stretched out in plain view, every rack, every mirror, every man mid-set. Nothing blocked the sight line. Anyone glancing up would see straight into Vince's office.
I let myself look over him in full for the first time since we met. Vince stood about four inches over my own five foot nine, just a tad of silver creeping into dark hair at his temples, a face shaped by the kind of confidence that only came with age and money. His polo stretched tight across a broad chest, sleeves cuffed high on thick biceps that flexed every time he reached for me. He looked like a man who had spent years building both a male fitness center empire and his body, and somehow, they were both perfect. Next to him, I felt like nothing more than an athletic boy toy, all lean muscle and nerves built from years on the wrestling mat, still learning what my own triathlete body was capable of. Vince pressed the speaker button on his desk phone. He kept one hand on my hip and turned my body to face the glass, and the gym below.
"Vince, buddy," said Michael through the speaker. "How is it going?"
"Very nicely," Vince said, his voice warm and easy. "I am in a good spot right now."
The contrast between us was stark, him composed and covered, me exposed and trembling. It sent a fresh rush of heat straight to my cock.
His free hand slid down my smooth chest, his touch gentle the whole way. "Relax, good boy," he said quietly, just for me. "I want to make you feel special. You have nothing to worry about."
I could feel myself becoming drawn to this man, pulled in by his touch and the quiet confidence he carried.
The phone conversation continued between Vince and Michael. Vince did not miss a beat with either his caller or me, keeping me on edge with every small touch.
I nodded, though I still did not fully understand how I had ended up here, nearly stark naked in front of a window with a gym that was becoming packed with men below. I seemed to keep finding my way into these situations without ever quite meaning to.
Below, a man near the window had stopped stretching. He was handsome, deep brown eyes, and a shaved head that caught the light from the ceiling lamps. His body showed years of serious training, broad through the shoulders and tapered at the waist. He wore a fitted black performance tank, the kind of expensive brand that clung just right without trying too hard, paired with sleek charcoal slim shorts that looked tailored to his frame. Even his sneakers looked new, bright white against the gym floor. He did not look away. He just stood there, arms crossed, staring up like a man watching something he had no plan to stop watching.
I pulled back from the glass a step. "Vince, look how many guys are down there. I thought Sundays were always dead here."
Vince glanced down at the floor below, like he already knew what he would see. "Word travels fast in an upscale all-male gym," he said. He let out a low, easy laugh. "My members talk. Someone tells someone, and by late Sunday morning half my client list finds an excuse to come in." He rested a hand light on my lower back. "They heard a pretty boy was visiting today. Now look. Full house."
I felt my face go red. "So, they came here just to see me?"
"Some of them, yes." He said it plainly, no shame in his voice at all. "You definitely draw a crowd without trying, sweet boy. That is simply what happens when you look the way you look."
The handsome man below said something to another guy beside him, and that man looked up too. Then another. A small cluster of them now, necks craned, no longer pretending to work out.
"Vince," I whispered again, quieter this time. "They can really see me."
"I know." His hand slid calmly across my back, firm and certain. "You are with me now. There is nothing to be nervous about."
He hooked two fingers into the front waistband of my thong and drew it down, tucking it beneath my balls so my hard cock stood free against my stomach. He never rushed a single motion. Up close his cologne smelled like cedar and something darker underneath, and every part of him radiated a calm control that made me want to melt into whatever he asked of me next.
For several minutes, Vince kept up two conversations at once. One with Michael on the phone, easy and joking. One with his hands on my body, patient and kind. He rolled my nipple between two fingers, then trailed down to circle the head of my cock, gathering the precum that had already started to bead there.
"Perfect," he murmured against my ear. "You are doing wonderfully for me. Trust me. I know exactly what you need."
He took my own hand and pressed it around my shaft, guiding me the way an older friend might guide someone who had never quite been shown how good this could feel. "Just relax and let yourself enjoy this, Brad. I have you."
I obeyed, working my hips into my fist while he stood beside me, still speaking pleasantly to Michael about some party on Monday, still fully dressed, gently steering every part of what was happening to me. My own reflection caught in the wall mirror behind him, tan skin, lean stomach cut with the kind of definition that came from years on the wrestling mat, everything on display against the backdrop of the gym floor below.
I gathered from the call that a party was set for Monday evening, and that Rico's name kept coming up. It seemed Michael and Rico lived together in a house outside of town.
After a few minutes of this, Vince's hand still moved over my chest and occasionally down to the slick head of my cock, grinning through the phone.
"You will not believe what I am looking at right now."
"What?" Michael said.
"I have a sweet, horny young triathlete here in a tiny white barely-there thong," Vince said. "My good boy is jacking off in front of my office window for the whole gym to watch below."
"Get out of here," Michael shouted.
"I am serious," Vince laughed. "Let me see if he will help me out too."
That is when I heard his zipper. I turned to face him. He remained dressed in his shirt, slacks, belt, everything, except now his cock stood out through the open fly, long and thick, curving slightly upward, flushed dark at the flared head already slick with a bead of precum. A bush of dark hair framed the base, thick and untrimmed, matching the effortless command he carried in everything else about him. Thick veins ran the length of his shaft, framed by the same broad, powerful build that had my head spinning since the moment he first put his arm around me.
"Would you like to help me feel good, sweet boy?" Vince asked, his hand resting gently on the back of my neck.
He pressed lightly on my shoulder, guiding me down with the same patience he had shown this whole time. I dropped to my knees in front of him, my own hand still moving on my cock, and took him into my mouth.
"There you go," Vince said softly, almost proud. "Just like that."
I wasted no time, learning exactly how to work the cock in front of me and giving Vince my full attention.
"This is so incredible, having you on your knees, stroking your own cock, and giving me head for all those muscular men to see down below," Vince whispered. He gathered a handful of my hair, not pulling, just holding, and eased his hips back so only the head of his cock stayed between my lips. "Slow down for me, Brad. We are in no rush."
I whimpered around him, his thumb tracing small circles against my jaw. My own cock throbbed, leaking freely onto the carpet beneath me. Below, a third man had joined the two at the window. My face flushed with humiliation.
"Good," Vince murmured, watching my face. "You like knowing they are watching."
Fully clothed above me, bare and kneeling below him, I lost myself in the contrast between us, and in how he kept speaking through it all.
"Hey, Michael. I cannot focus on this call anymore," Vince said, and cut the line without waiting for Michael to answer.
He eased his hips forward, then pulled back, drawing it out until my whole body was trembling with the need for him to finish. "Almost there," he said, his voice eager. "Such a good boy, waiting so nicely for me."
"Look at you," he said watching me work. "Naked, on your knees, being such a good sport for me."
I worked faster, driven equally by his praise and by the sight of him standing over me in his clothes while I knelt there with nothing on. When he finally pulled out of my mouth, he aimed his cum at my face and unloaded across my cheeks, my hair, my chest. He left me marked, tucking himself back into his slacks a moment later.
I felt his load oozing over me, warm and slick against my skin.
"Stop stroking yourself for me now, Brad," he said softly, when he noticed I was still stroking. Reluctantly, I let go and sat back on my heels, covered in him, my own cock still hard. I was a mess.
Vince asked me to stand up, and he tried to smooth my small thong back into place and cover my erection as best he could. It did little good. The fabric clung wet and useless against me, doing nothing to hide what had just happened or what was still happening underneath it. He encouraged that we should get me into the whirlpool area, since Rico was expecting us.
We passed the same floor to ceiling window on our way out, and I caught my own reflection for half a second, hair damp, skin flushed, cum still drying on my chest, a stranger's mess on a body I barely recognized as my own right then. I looked away fast, but not fast enough to miss Vince watching me look.
"You are allowed to enjoy what you see," he said quietly, his hand resting low on my back as he guided me toward the door. "Most men would."
Another walk of shame took us back through the weightlifting area, where every set of eyes seemed glued to my body. Two college guys smirked as I passed, cum still dripping from my hair and face, clearly enjoying that even they had someone not much older than them to gawk at. Neither of them tried to hide that they were looking. One of them whispered something to the other as I passed, and I caught the word triathlete. My cock stayed half hard the entire walk through the gym and could not hide beneath the thin, precum-soaked thong.
By the time we reached the pool area, I felt like I had been on display for an hour straight, even though it could not have been more than several minutes. Every step had been its own small performance, whether I meant it to be or not. Like a gentleman, Vince helped me step into the whirlpool, then sat in a chair nearby and talked with me for several minutes, looking down at my body the whole time. I caught him smirking to himself once or twice, clearly still thinking about what had happened upstairs.
Shortly, Rico came into the wet area wearing a small red bikini suit, almost cut just as revealing as mine. His skin glistened faintly from the humidity, and every muscle in his abs and shoulders looked shaped by years of hard training. He moved with an easy confidence, clearly aware of how good he looked, and obviously enjoying my attention. The suit hugged him in all the right places, leaving very little to the imagination. He caught my eye and gave me a warm, knowing smile before telling Vince he should go get changed for the whirlpool, too.
I could hardly believe it. The fantasy I had built up since Friday night was finally happening, on this wild, unexpected day. I had played this scene out in my head over and over before I even walked into the club that morning.
Once Rico slid into the whirlpool, he moved in close beside me on the bench. His hands wasted no time finding their way over my body beneath the warm, bubbling water. His touch was confident, moving over my chest and shoulders. He leaned in close enough that I could feel his breath against my ear, and whispered that this was exactly the moment he had been hoping for since Friday. I closed my eyes and leaned back, stretching my legs up along the far side of the tub, giving in fully to the attention. I felt like I was in heaven, letting this man take his turn with me.
"Brad, I hope you will be with us a lot while you are in town," Rico whispered.
I nodded, keeping my eyes closed, letting the warmth of the water and his words wash over me together.
"We could have some wonderful times together, if you let us plan a few things for you." His voice dropped lower, close to my ear. "Trust me, we would take very good care of you."
I never expected men this attractive would want to spend their time on someone like me.
"Your skin is so soft, and your tan looks golden against all these white bubbles," Rico said, his hand trailing along my arm as he spoke.
I felt flattered by all of it. Rico had a way about him, warm and easygoing, and I felt lucky just to be the one he was looking at like that. He was as striking and athletic as anyone I had ever been with, and something about the way he said it made me believe every word.
Just then I heard a splash as Vince stepped into the whirlpool. He kicked a little water at Rico, and when I opened my eyes, I caught Rico sending him a wink across the tub, some silent understanding passing between them that made my pulse pick up.
Rico caught Vince's eye and smirked. "You already staking your claim, boss?"
Vince shrugged, not bothering to hide his smile. "Just making sure Brad is comfortable. That is all part of the service here."
"Uh huh," Rico said. "That is a new one. Since when do you personally handle guest comfort?"
"Since this triathlete showed up," Vince said, giving my shoulder a light squeeze. "Some guests are worth the extra attention."
Rico laughed and shook his head. "I saw him first, remember. Friday night."
"And I saw him this morning," Vince shot back. "Finders keepers does not really work in my own gym, Rico."
I opened one eye and looked between the two of them, feeling like the prize in some good-natured tug of war. "You two fight over every guest like this?"
"Only the good ones," Rico said, winking at me again.
Vince chuckled low. "He is right. You do not even realize how good you look right now, do you, Brad." I felt my face flush hot, and I could not bring myself to look at either of them, staring down at the bubbles instead.
"You know," Rico said, glancing at Vince over my head, "Michael already asked if Brad was coming tomorrow night."
Vince raised an eyebrow. "Did he now?"
"Word travels fast," Rico said, echoing Vince's own line from earlier.
"Maybe I will bring my camera too," Vince added. "Save some of this for later."
I felt my stomach flip at that, not sure if he was joking or not, and too far gone in the moment to ask.
Vince settled in on my left and reached behind my neck to give me his stretched arm to rest my head on for a quick moment. His other hand found its way back to that same light, teasing touch I had grown to feel from him, tracing light patterns that made it hard to focus on anything else.
"So, how are you feeling?" Vince asked, grinning, his eyes dragging over me like he already knew the answer. "How large is your cock going to grow this time?"
I giggled, unable to find any words that matched what I was feeling.
Vince smiled and pressed a kiss to my temple. "This is just the beginning," he said.
Rico whispered for me to relax and let them take care of me, his hands guiding me to lift my ass off the bench so the two of them could work my thong free.
Vince slid it down my legs and let it go. I watched it drift on top of the warm, bubbling water, my fantasy from Friday night somehow actually coming true.
With Rico holding my body afloat, it was now Vince's turn to use his wet mouth on my hard erection. His thick black hair was damp at the edges, a few strands falling loose over his forehead. His trimmed goatee framed his jaw, the look of a man used to being in charge of every room he walked into. Even at forty-seven, his body was lean and hard, no wasted muscle, just the kind of build that came from discipline, not for show. A trail of dark hair ran down from his chest to disappear beneath the waistband of his Speedo that still clung to his hips.
I noticed the cute younger employee, Trey, watching from the doorway of the wet area. He was trying to look busy picking up some towels, but his eyes caught mine, and he gave a small nod of approval.
Rico slowly slid one finger into my ass, working to find my prostate. He leaned forward and began to kiss me, his tongue meeting mine deep inside my mouth. The kiss seemed to go on and on for both of us.
When Vince came off my cock, Rico took over, moving down and taking my cock into his mouth, warm and eager around me.
I was not sure when they arrived, but two other members had drifted into the wet area, wrapped in towels, standing near the sauna door. Neither one made a move to leave. They just watched, arms crossed, eyes locked on the three of us in the whirlpool.
Rico's mouth continued to work my cock like he had been doing during my visit. His lips were tight and wet, sliding down to the base and back up in a rhythm that made my toes curl. Vince moved behind him now, one hand braced on Rico's shoulder, watching my face for every reaction.
Steam rose off the water between us. My skin was flushed pink from the heat, and beads of sweat mixed with the whirlpool spray on my chest. Every muscle in my stomach pulled tight, visible with each breath. A low moan slipped out of me before I could stop it, echoing off the tile walls of the wet area.
Rico pulled off my cock just long enough to look up at me, a string of spit still connecting his mouth to my tip. "Trust me," he said, and went back down, taking me deeper than before, his throat working around the head of my cock. I groaned his name.
His finger found my prostate again and pressed firm against it. The pressure sent a jolt up my spine that made my head fall back against the edge of the whirlpool. Water lapped against my chest with every small movement of my hips. My hands gripped the tile ledge behind me. Some small part of me still could not believe this was happening, that I was letting two strangers do this to me in front of other men, and that disbelief only made every touch land harder. "Damn, right there," I moaned toward Rico, not caring anymore who heard me.
My hips started rolling on their own, chasing his mouth, needing more. Every roll pulled another moan out of me, higher and needier each time. One of the members by the sauna door let his towel drop a little lower on his hips, clearly enjoying the show. The second one leaned over and whispered something to him, and they both laughed, eyes never leaving me.
The bubbling jets of the whirlpool hissed and churned around us, white foam breaking against my thighs. Rico's dark hair was slicked back and dripping. Every time he took me deep, his throat flexed and his eyes stayed locked on mine. Behind him, Vince watched with a kind of quiet satisfaction.
Several more men had wandered into the pool area, settling onto the lounge chairs nearby, in no hurry to swim.
"He is close," Vince said, more to Rico than to me, his hand tightening around my balls. "I can feel it."
"I know," Rico said around my cock, not missing a beat, the vibration of his voice traveling straight through me.
Precum was leaking freely from my tip. Rico moaned like he could taste it. His finger curled again inside my hole, pressing right against my prostate, and my whole body shuddered. Across the wet area I caught Trey again, towels forgotten now, just watching. His navy and white spandex shorts were pulled tight, one hand pressed flat against the front of them. That was what did it, knowing he was watching, wanting what Rico and Vince were giving me.
"I am close," I moaned.
"Not yet," Vince said softly, his grip on my balls easing just enough to hold me right at the edge. "Make this boy enjoy this a little longer, Rico."
Vince reached into the small pocket built into the side of the whirlpool edge and pulled the same brown bottle out, unscrewing it one-handed. "Take this," he said, holding it up to my nose. "Let go for us."
I inhaled deep, and the rush hit harder this time, my whole body going loose and warm all at once, every nerve suddenly wide open. Rico smiled like he had been waiting for exactly that.
He slowed, pulling back until just the head of my cock stayed in his mouth, his tongue circling teasing and light while his eyes stayed locked on mine. I whimpered, hips bucking up toward him on their own, chasing something he was not ready to give me yet.
I reached down without thinking and pressed my hand against the back of his head, urging him lower. "Do not stop," I breathed, surprising myself with how easy the words came out. "Please."
By now the pool area had filled in around us, every chair taken, men standing behind near the tile wall, all of them watching the whirlpool.
Somewhere behind me, low voices rose and fell, men trading glances instead of looking away. My cock throbbed, fully exposed to the room. I had a very large audience now, and every one of them wanted to see how I would react.
Rico glanced up at me, something flickering across his face, and looked to Vince like he was waiting for permission.
Vince reached for the bottle a final time. "Last hit," he said, holding it to my nose. "Go over the edge with us."
I took the hit and the rush slammed through me right as Vince gave Rico the nod. "Give it to him," Vince said.
Rico took me deep again, and this time he did not stop. He pumped harder, his finger still working my hole, and Vince's hand tightened around my balls at the same time.
My stomach clenched, my thighs shook, and my hole clenched hard around Rico's finger as I came straight into his mouth. A long, broken moan ripped out of me as I released, echoing through the whole wet area. Rico took the first two pulses deep in his mouth, moaning around my cock, before pulling off fast and stroking me hard, aiming the last of my release up onto my chest. The final spurts landed hot across my face, and Rico kept stroking me firm through the last of it, working every drop out before letting go. My whole body went slack in the water, chest heaving, arms trembling where they still gripped the ledge. A final soft moan escaped as the last waves of pleasure faded out of me.
"Whew. Rico. Nice work showing this hot triathlete how much we appreciate him coming into our health club," said Vince. "You are so darn sexy, Brad."
Vince's words lingered in my ears as I caught my breath, still coming down from everything Rico's mouth and hands had just given me. It did not take long, since I was still so aroused from what had happened a few minutes earlier in Vince's office. I never imagined a business trip could turn into anything like this. After what Vince and Rico had just shown me, I was beginning to believe the rest of the club's employees felt that same pull toward me. I also think many of the muscular men working out there enjoyed watching me being shown off in ways I never expected. I know Trey enjoyed the show, watching Rico aim my load across my chest and face.
Once we arrived back in the locker room, Rico invited me to the summer house party he was having tomorrow evening. His roommate, Michael, would also help with hosting the party. I acted surprised about the details of the party, even though I had heard Vince and Michael speak about the gathering while in Vince's office.
I caught sight of myself in the locker room mirror while Rico talked, dried streaks still faint across my chest and jaw where the whirlpool had not quite rinsed everything away. I reached up out of habit to wipe at my cheek, and Rico caught my wrist gently, shaking his head.
"Leave it," he said, quiet enough that only I could hear. "Looks good on you."
I dropped my hand, feeling my face flush all over again, painfully aware of my cum on my skin for the rest of the conversation.
Not to miss out on his own opportunity, Vince then asked me out of nowhere how I would feel about having my photo taken. He explained that he had always wanted to create a second website of scenes from his health club. Vince added that he thought it would be neat to have images of athletes working out in different states of dress, and that I could be the first one to appear on the site.
"Told you I meant it earlier," he said, a small smirk tugging at his mouth. "About the camera."
I laughed, shaking my head. So, he had not been joking after all.
Wow, I thought, my spare time on this business trip was quickly filling up with ideas from my newfound friends.
Mmmmm.
Business trip, meet boy toy.
Author is Brad
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Other stories I have available here on GayDemon include The Chosen Jock, George and His DILF, and Diego’s Heat in the Pool.
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