New Gym Buddies Ch. 03

Chapter 3
**Anyone appearing in this story is over the age of 30
** I strongly suggest you read the first two chapters of this series to get the context of this chapter.
I ended my Facetime chat with Sonya and lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. My cock was at half mast and wouldn't take much encouragement to get under full sail. I thought about Sonya's reaction to my story and smiled. That woman never ceased to amaze me, especially regarding sex. Maybe her consumption of many smutty books over the years was paying dividends.
I threw the blankets back, swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up lead by my cock. Instinctively, I pinched both nipples hard, sending a delicious jolt of energy to my prick. I decided to do my workout early to free up the rest of my day. I threw on shorts and a T-shirt but left the underwear in the drawer. If I had to wear clothes, I would prefer to be commando.
I gathered my water bottle and other gear and set off for the gym. I hadn't been to the gym during the day in years. I was surprised it was reasonably busy, with a cross-section of people working out. University-aged kids worked alongside soccer moms and senior citizens. I checked in at the desk before going to the warm-up area.
With my headphones on, I stretched to some easy-listening rock. Waking the muscles up, I surveyed the gym again to pick out which treadmill I would start on. A few squats, lunges, and toe touches later, I was going to the most hated part of the workout. Cardio.
I nodded to the soccer mom on the treadmill beside mine as I set up for my routine. I set the speed and incline, switched to my proper playlist, and was underway. The overhead TVs showed a mixture of 24-hour news and last night's sports highlights without sound. I realized that the lack of sound was not hampering the viewing experience.
Half-way through my treadmill routine, I was getting a good lather going. I looked to my right and noticed my cardio companion was checking me out. I looked down to realize my shorts were very complimentary to my semi-stiff cock and that I was sporting a good bulge. Not letting on I saw my gym companion looking; I flexed my cock for our mutual benefit. I noticed her smirk out of the corner of my eye and smiled to myself.
I wrapped up my stint on the treadmill, wiped it down, and moved to the free weights. Thus began a 60-minute, full-body circuit session that gave me an excellent workout-induced pump. I finished up my routine before gathering my stuff and heading out. I had nowhere specific to go, so I decided to shower at home.
En route, I remembered I needed to stop at the bank. Usually, I would wait until I was better dressed. However, I wasn't returning to this part of town, and it was the end of the week. It was either now or wait until Monday.
I entered the bank lobby, hit by the greeting of their arctic air conditioning. My nipples immediately stiffened, and my nuts jumped, too. I needed to see my banker and went to the customer service desk to check in. The gentleman behind the desk looked up from his screen with a pleasant smile. From his seat, he was slightly above eye level with my crotch, but that didn't stop him from taking a glance. I had never been checked out this much in my life.
I provided my information to the associate, Rick, who picked up the phone and dialled Gary, my banker. He ended the call with Gary and asked me to sit, as Gary would be out momentarily to get me. As I turned to go to the waiting area, I felt Rick's eyes on my ass. When I turned to sit down, Rick was still looking freely and smiled at me with more enthusiasm than his default customer service smile. I was honoured.
A few minutes later, Gary welcomed me into his office. He noticed my casual attire and commented on "bankers' hours." I responded, "Well, Gary, when you work as hard as I do, you must take the odd day off. I have said before that my company could use someone with your skill set." Gary nodded in acknowledgement as we settled in to discuss the business at hand.
An hour later, I said goodbye to Gary and left his office. I returned to the customer service desk, and Rick looked up pleasantly again. "Rick, I wanted to thank you for your friendly service today. That excellent service is one of the many reasons I continue to deal with this branch after almost 20 years. Have a great afternoon." With that, I flexed my cock behind shorts that did virtually nothing to hide it. Rick noticed and smiled, bidding me a wonderful afternoon.
I ran some errands before heading home and making lunch. After that, I checked my e-mail to confirm all was going well at work. Then, I settled in the living room to catch up on TV. After a few episodes, I had my fill and shut the TV off before standing up and stretching.
I stripped off and threw my workout clothes in the washing machine before heading for a hot shower. As I took extra care in cleaning my cock, balls and ass, I could feel a familiar pulse in my nuts. I pulled on my left nipple as the middle finger on my right hand worked its way back from my slot siteleri balls along my perineum to my new favourite pleasure zone. I took my time, thoroughly cleaning myself before rinsing and then drying off.
I went into my bedroom, thinking about what to put on. I sat on the bed and started scrolling through my phone. I noticed that I had a text from Mark. I dashed off a quick response and resumed my clothes consideration.
Mark responded to my text, and I realized I may have erred. He was concerned that I may feel less than fantastic about our previous night and wanted to ensure everything was good. I could have avoided this for him by texting him this morning to say just that. I would have to make it up to him.
I quickly addressed his concern by saying I was fantastic, and that last night was what the Dr. ordered. I punctuated it with a smiling emoji, so he knew I was serious. Mark responded with relief and said he felt much better after that question was answered.
Horny, I decided to test my expanding friendship with Mark. I laid back on one elbow, put my heel on the mattress and took what I hoped was a sexy dick/body pic to send to him. I added the caption, "See, I told you I much prefer being naked when the opportunity presents itself."
Mark wasted no time in responding. "Woof. If so, you should spend as much time as possible at my place. I promise you my guests will enjoy you as much as I do. Some, more"
I replied, "Is that an invite for this evening? As you know, I have quite a bit of free time."
The response came, "Consider this an open-ended invitation to come over whenever you want."
"Mark, I do appreciate a well-executed double entendre. And that, my friend, was a well-executed double entendre. So well executed, my cock twitched, and my nuts jumped. I accept your open-ended invitation enthusiastically." I replied.
From there, the conversation became less sexually charged as we discussed the day and plans for the weekend. Mark asked if I planned on hitting the gym, and I said I had already been. He advised that he would be going after work and that, if I was interested, I could drop by his place around 7. We finalized plans, and he parted by saying he had to finish a report before the end of the day and that we could catch up that evening.
I dropped my phone onto the bed before lying back and staring at the ceiling. I had anticipated this alone time would be a chance to catch up on some projects, relax, and just be. Instead, it turned into something much different and exciting.
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I puttered around the remainder of the afternoon, doing nothing specific. I decided to stay naked after I chatted with Mark, as I did prefer to be naked when the opportunity arose. There is something inherently exciting about being nude at a time when you usually aren't, like a Friday afternoon. There were no knocks at the door or video calls to interrupt my relaxation, but it might have been a kick if there had been.
At 6:30, I threw on a T-shirt, shorts, and sandals. I felt I would only be clothed briefly at Marks, so why wear more than necessary? Our conversation that afternoon told me we were thinking along very similar lines. I set out to Mark's, texting him that I was en route. He replied, advising he had just finished at the gym and was heading home.
I parked my SUV streetside in front of Mark's house, his car in the driveway. I locked up and made my way for the front door. As I did, my phone dinged, and Mark said, "It's open." I entered and went to the room we occupied the night before. There was beer on ice, and I decided to help myself. I grabbed one and twisted the top off. Before taking a drink, I decided to strip down. I put the bottle down before pulling my shirt over my head and pushing my shorts to the floor. I placed both on the back of the chair and took a seat.
I took a long pull from the beer, flipping through my phone while waiting for Mark. It was a slow news day with little happening. Well, at least in the outside world. I heard the shower turn off and considered that quite a bit was happening in my life.
A few minutes later, Mark came into the room completely naked. His hair was damp and messy from the towel, and he looked freshly toned from his recent workout. Mark's cock bounced as he walked. "Great minds think alike. I was hoping you would be naked when I came in here. I'm so glad you get the general vibe of the place."
After another beer drink, I replied, "I do feel comfortable. The last 24 hours have been a whirlwind, but I enjoy every bit. I had a great chat with my wife about it this morning."
Mark was drinking his beer then, dropping the bottle slightly to look at me. His eyes were questioning my last statement, so I continued.
"Mark, one thing you should know about me is that I am a terrible liar. My personality doesn't allow me to tolerate silliness well, and I hate keeping secrets. Ideally, I would have given my wife a heads-up before last night, but obviously, canlı casino I thought I was only going to dinner. So, first thing this morning, we Facetimed, and I brought her up to speed." I punctuated this with another drink from the bottle.
Mark responded, "Well, Reese, I am sure you would realize that it's not unheard of that straight, married men stray periodically to the less straight side of the aisle. Some gay guys seek these opportunities more than others. In my experience, it's not often that they tell their wives. How did it go?"
I smirked to myself, remembering how the conversation had gone. I said, "It went better than I could have dreamed. My wife and I communicate well about everything. She knows that I am, at least, bi-curious and has helped me explore that within the confines of our relationship. We watch a wider variety of porn now, and she has become very enthusiastic and skilled at pegging me. I am a fortunate man."
Mark made a noise between a moan and a groan at this last bit of information. What it implied intrigued him greatly.
"That's great, Reese. So many guys feel they must hide that part of themselves from their partners. They think their partners would reject them and all the complications that come with it. I am so happy your wife is among the few spouses who support all of you. I don't know that you have told me her name." With that last question, Mark finished the last of his beer.
"Her name is Sonya, and she never ceases to amaze me."
"Sonya sounds like quite the woman. I would love to meet her if you were comfortable with it."
I smiled and said, "It's funny you should say that. Sonya said something similar this morning. I need to make a reservation, but she wants us to have dinner the night they return. Does that work for you?"
Mark nodded and said, "I will make it work. Let me know the date and time, and I will be there. However, before meeting your wife, I would like more details on how she responded to your news this morning."
I continued. "I gave the abbreviated version of how last night went. I told her about your prior experience of being friends with someone who did not realize you were gay and how they reacted when they found out. I explained how avoiding that scenario was your motivation in telling me. She did say she was sorry you experienced an idiot like that." Mark smiled in acknowledgement of Sonya's empathy.
"I then proceeded to explain how you were attracted to me and the level of that attraction. I described our back and forth at the restaurant and how you came to invite me here for a nightcap. When I told Sonya about disclosing my preference to be naked any time the situation allowed, she gasped. She couldn't believe I would admit that. When I advised of your positive reaction, she accused me of teasing someone attracted to me and how that wasn't fair."
Mark replied, "At the time, I agree. Given our conversation all evening, why would you mention something like that? That confusion soon sorted itself out." Mark was now stroking his stiffening cock. It was getting thicker and longer and a most enjoyable site.
"I suppose it was a way to show my comfort with you. To show that your being gay was not an issue for me and that I was pretty happy to be your friend under any circumstances. I didn't think of it as flirting, as silly as that is to say now." I now had my cock in my hand, my left hand pulling on my left nipple. My head was already leaking its promise.
I continued, "I then relayed how I admitted I would be going home to jack off and that I offered to do it here if you were interested in watching. My offer to jack off for you was flirting, by the way."
Mark stood up in response, his stiff cock leading his path to me. "I must say, I appreciate the forwardness. So many straight or bi guys can't decide if they are in or out. Now, I am going to suck that delicious cock while you continue telling me how your wife responded to your retelling of our activities last night." He took his place between my knees, on his, and removed my hand from my cock. He wrapped his around it before encircling my crown with warm, wet lips. For the second time in twenty-four hours, this man was wrapping his lips around my cock. What a solid finish to the week.
I pushed my hips forward to the edge of the seat and put my hand on the back of Mark's head in silent encouragement. His mouth felt amazing on my head and shaft, and I started to think his downplaying of his cocksucking abilities was false modesty.
Focusing on the story and not the fantastic sensations emanating from my cock, I continued. "Around this time, I realized Sonya may be playing with herself as we talked. This fact sent a bolt of lightning to my cock, and I spared no sordid detail. I told her how you asked me to blow my load on you. How you wasted no time tasting the cum that just missed your mouth. How you devoured every drop of seed, I fed you. How, after you tasted my load, you were still a starving boy and slid down in your chair to devour my hairy manhole." This remembrance güvenilir casino caused Mark to moan deliciously on my cock, the vibrations adding to the excellent work he was performing. It also caused him to release my prick and put his shoulders under my thighs, pushing them back so he had complete access to my asshole. He once again dove in, licking and rimming my sensitive pucker, sending more delicious signals to my twitching cock.
I groaned, "Fuck, Mark. Is it always going to be this easy to get you to eat my ass? That would seem to be an interest you and Sonya share." His renewed effort confirmed it would be precisely this easy to have my hole eaten. Mark's tongue was making delicious tracks in and around my pucker, moaning almost as much as I was. I wrapped my hand around my rock-hard cock and gently stroked it, pre-cum streaming from my helmet.
Mark finally slowed his oral attention on my ass and lowered my hips. He licked his way across my taint and lavished my balls with his tongue. This man had exceptional oral skills, and my cock strained in appreciation of them. He had now settled back to his original position, between my legs, with my cock down his throat, as he enthusiastically milked my shaft.
"Fuck that feels good. Sonya asked if I could send a picture or two of our fun if we connected again before the two of you met. What do you think? Feel free to say no if it makes you uncomfortable," I asked cautiously, moaning at Mark's continued work on my cock.
He let out a low moan, the vibrations complementing his lips and tongue perfectly. He slowly pulled my sucked cock out of his mouth and dropped down to massage my nuts with his tongue and lips. "Does this make a good picture?"
Reaching for my shorts and my phone, I flexed my cock on Mark's face. "Smile for the camera," I instructed as I snapped the picture.
Mark stopped his attention on my balls and softly licked up the underside of my shaft, coming to rest with his tongue teasing my frenulum. I snapped another picture showing a better view of Mark's face.
Mark pulled back, replacing his mouth with his hand around my shaft, slowly jacking my cock. "So, I think you said earlier that Sonya has gotten very good at pegging you. Does that mean you like it?"
His attention on my stiffness was making it hard to concentrate, and I moaned a low "yeaaaaaahhhhh" in response.
I saw a devilish smile flash across his face. "Does that mean I get to fuck this delicious, hairy ass of yours?"
My cock jumped in response to his question, answering it before I could. I decided to provide the context my dick didn't. "I'd say there is a good chance of it. Sonya and I discussed the importance of our being and staying tested. If that happens, anything is possible. Especially if it feels anywhere near this good."
There was that devilish smile again. "Well, Mr. Reese, I get tested bi-weekly. I love having fun, but I am not a risk-taker. Once you test clean, we can discuss all sorts of dirty fun if interested." Mark was tracing his thumb around my well-eaten hole, and the sensations were driving me crazy.
"Mark, I don't want you to think less of me, but I want to get my ass fucked. Until I get tested, could you finger me? Please."
Mark smiled like a Cheshire cat, standing up between my legs and revealing his own stiffness in all its glory. "Absolutely. It will be my pleasure."
Before he turned away, I snapped a full-body picture of him that included his delicious prick. Sonya was going to see quite a bit tonight.
Mark went to the other side of the room, opened a cabinet and retrieved something. He returned and showed me a bottle with "Gun Oil" on it. He offered, "This is the best lube I have ever used. I am interested in getting your opinion."
Mark's cock was standing at rapt attention, so I decided to take advantage. I sat forward and wrapped my warm lips around his helmet, his groan proving he appreciated the sentiment. I cleaned his leaking helmet and swirled the tip of my tongue around his swollen head. Pulling back slightly to ensure my lips were wet enough, I eased my way down his cock until his head was at the entrance to my throat. I teased the underside of his shaft with a soft tongue, dragging it side to side before pulling back and looking up at Mark with his shiny cockhead on my tongue. He reached down and gave himself a firm stroke upwards, rewarding me with a big pearl of his own "Gun Oil." He reached down to the arm of the chair and grabbed my phone, turned it around and snapped a picture of his cock on my tongue.
"I haven't met Sonya yet, but I think that picture will be far more intriguing for her than the others," Mark observed. He thrust his hips slowly, rubbing his cock on my tongue. He put my phone down and pulled away, returning to his knees.
Mark pumped a liberal amount of Gun Oil into the palm of his hand before spreading it around liberally. He traced his now lubricated finger around my tender asshole, alternating pressure as he went. He looked at me expectantly for permission, and I nodded with an eagerness I didn't know I had. Mark leaned forward and began massaging my balls with his tongue while teasing my hole with the tip of his index finger. I hooked my forearms behind my knees and brought them as close to my chest as possible, ensuring Mark had maximum access to my ass.