Helping A Guy Out : Part 2

"Think he's got those sad shrunken balls some big guys get?” Jeff asked Mark one day at the gym. They were watching a tanned bodybuilder doing some overhead presses. The mass in his shoulders was great. Jeff was looking at his pumped up chest and arms. Mark looked at the guy's firmly clenched glutes.

“Nope. He doesn't juice. That's all natural muscle.” Mark assured him.
“And you know this how?” Jeff turned away to avoid staring and tried to focus on his planks.

“Oh, Dave said he knows him.” Dave was one of Mark's buddies, and he was the source of all kinds of interesting information.
A little while later there was one of those grinding moans that bodybuilders are known for. Jeff looked over and saw him working his sweaty, veiny biceps.

“Hey, pay attention to me.” Mark poked Jeff in the ribs and laughed.
“Don't you just wish the gym would let guys like him workout shirtless?” Jeff asked.
“Nope, you'd never get a workout in. Isn't it your squat day buster?” Mark teased. Both of them understood perfectly well that men like to look, so they didn't pretend otherwise.

Afterwards, Jeff was sitting on the bench in the locker room with his head spinning slightly from what felt like a thousand swings and who knows how many pushups. Mark was rattling around in the lockers behind him, when their bodybuilder walked in.
The fellow sort of grunted in their direction as he walked over to the floor to ceiling mirror and peeled off his soaked muscle shirt. His sweat gave his tan a deep glow as he had a good look at himself in the mirror. He made fists in front of his pecs, flexed and posed. His chest was covered in that fuzz of stubble that men who shave get. He ran his hands up and down his chest and abs, then his right hand sort of scraped the sweat off his deltoids and ran it down his left bicep while he flexed in the mirror.

“You're stare-innng,” Mark singsonged quietly behind him and threw him a towel. Mark walked passed him naked but for his shower shoes, towel in his right hand. Jeff shook himself and followed. Jeff did hope the bodybuilder wasn't the kind of guy to shower at home as he took a last quick glance toward his bulk.
Jeff and Mark were showering when their bodybuilder, wrapped in an inadequate bit of towel, walked straight passed the showers into the steam room.

“Buddy wants to sweat some more,” Mark commented as he watched Jeff's eyes following him. One of the best things about going to the gym on Sunday afternoons was how dead it is. Jeff had given Mark a blowjob in that steam room on a Sunday afternoon a few weeks ago. Mark's mind filled with another image as he looked back at Jeff.
“C'mon, let's join your friend there.” Mark turned off his shower and headed towards the steamroom. Jeff followed along. As Mark was about to open the door, he looked at Jeff, slapped his ass gently, smiled and said: “You know The Rules.”

When they met Jeff was the kind of guy to keep himself carefully wrapped up in the lockerroom. Mark teased him about it, but then had started writing The Rules to change that. So far there were three.

1) Walking through the locker room, keep towel at your side or over your shoulder, never wrapped round or held in front of you like a fig leaf.
2) In the sauna or steam room, sit on your towel with your legs spread. If guys aren't interested, they won't look. If they are interested, let them.
3) If you find yourself getting hard, you may try a cold shower, but don't cover it up.

Jeff got hard really easily, and that last one caused him some trouble from time to time.
The bodybuilder grunted an acknowledgment of them as they came in the door. Mark took the bench across from him, sprawling there with his legs wide and his uncut meat hanging.

“Hey, could you hit the button?” The bodybuilder looked in Jeff's direction. Jeff elbowed the button, spread his towel on the seat next to the bodybuilder, and spread down as the pipes started to hiss and the air filled with steam.
The three of them relaxed into the heat. The bodybuilder rolled his shoulders around like they hurt a little.
“You look like you need a massage,” Mark offered.
“Huh? Yeah, I do, but nobody's really strong enough, you know?” The bodybuilder's voice was a sexily raspy growl.
“Yeah, I can imagine. Full on elbow, I guess, right?” Mark was being awfully friendly.

“Yeah, when I can get it.” The bodybuilder leaned back, relaxed, his legs flexing wider and the towel he had sort of thrown over himself leaving less and less to the imagination.
More steam. More sighs.

“Good workout?” Mark had mastered the grunting, half interested questions appropriate for steam room chatter.
“Oh yeah, gotta love Sundays around here. Nobody to get in your way when you're working.” He looked at Mark and Jeff and smiled, somehow suggesting that they'd never get in his way.
“Mmm, yeah, I hear you.” Mark muttered through the steam. “And it always feels good to get some work in after a hard Saturday night, you know?”
“Dude, before and after. Hell, during!” The guy laughed and unconsciously adjusted himself under the towel as he thought about that.

“Hah, guess you're not alone there.” Mark's voice was full of a smile, and the fellow looked up to see him nodding toward Jeffery. He turned to have a look, and laughed at Jeff's cock chubbing up obviously between his legs.
“Huh, yeah, looks like some of us more than others.” He looked carefully at Jeff, like he was trying to figure out what exactly was going on. He looked over at Mark. Mark smiled and nodded casually, then leaned his head back against the wall and half closed his eyes.

Jeff could not really stop himself from looking at either of these men. He knew Mark's body well. The memories and the potential of the uncut meat that hung proudly between his carelessly spread legs made Jeff horny without even trying. The bulk of their bodybuilder friend beside him had all the attractiveness of forbidden fruit. Jeff wanted to test the feel of his pumped arms and shoulders. The fellow's nipples were exposed in the stubble of regrowing chest hair. His eyes went down to the fellow's big left hand, gently holding the bulge in his towel. Following the Rules, Jeff kept his hands at his sides, and his hardening dick told the other men what he was thinking about.

Stealing another glance at Mark to see him reclining with eyes closed, the big guy stretched back himself. He leaned his head against the wall and stretched his shoulders out to feel the blood run through his pumped up muscles. He pushed his left leg out straight in front of him, and his right knee bent towards Jeffery. His towel fell open, and he made no effort to cover himself. The steam hissed again and they all sat quietly for a couple minutes.
“Don't you think...” he looked at Mark as he spoke, like he'd forgotten Jeff was sitting beside him. “Don't you think the girls in this gym are all prickteases?”

“Oh, not all.” Mark laughed suggestively. He proceeded to tell a surprising story about taking one of the girls home with him after for “another workout”. Jeff was finding out more and more about his boyfriend. He listened in surprise as Mark talked about working up another sweat with this girl when they got home from the gym, and how they had ended up in the shower together afterwords with her giving him a blowjob.

Jeff couldn't take his eyes off the big man's crotch. When the towel had fallen back there hadn't been much to see. His cut cock hung over balls which were hanging loose from the heat. But as Mark slowly talked about taking the girl home from the gym, the fellow's cock had woken up. It filled out as the two of them joked back and forth. It didn't get hard, but he had a serious case of locker room dick when Mark finished his little story.
“Damn, there's really nothing like a blowjob, is there?” Jeff felt Mark's eyes on him as the bodybuilder let that one out.
Mark just grunted in response.

You could almost hear the men's heartbeats in the quiet heat of the steam room. Jeff watched as the bodybuilder's hand reached quietly down and stretched out his cock and balls. His meat looked thicker and heavier by the second, but still hadn't stood up. Jeff's own dick waved proudly between his legs, ignored by all three men.

Mark had told his whole story with his eyes half closed. Jeff saw him steal a confirming glance at buddy's cock. His own hand reached down and he adjusted himself.
“Mmm...,” the bodybuilder's left hand lay just beside his meat as his right hand ran up his inner thigh. He looked over toward Jeffery. “Could do with some of that now myself I guess.”

Jeff's tongue slipped out and wet his lower lip almost involuntarily. The bodybuilder's hand slid through his sweat up across his abs to squeeze his swollen pecs. Keeping his eyes on Jeff, the big guy reached under and cupped his equipment. There was no mistaking that gesture.
His hand relaxed back down to his abs and his thumb grazed his balls as he swung his head slowly around to look at Mark.

“Think so?” Mark asked, half smiling. Jeff could see that the bodybuilder's cock was rising hopefully. The bodybuilder looked at Mark, then to Jeff, then back to Mark. His thumb strummed his the side of his balls, his now hard cock bouncing in the heat of the room.
“If you don't mind, that is?” the bodybuilder's voice rasped out that last question to Mark.

“Huh?” Mark sounded like he didn't understand, his eyebrows raising slightly. The bodybuilder's eyes trailed back to Jeff. His hand went from stomach to pec and his index finger scratched one of his exposed nipples. He gave his meat one slow, sweaty stroke with his other hand and bit his lower lip as he looked at Jeff.
“Mind?” Mark asked, not waiting for an answer. “No. Jeff, why don't you help our friend here out?”

Jeff had been ready from the moment Mark had started this little dance. Without waiting a moment longer, he bent down, opened his mouth, and ran his tongue round the head of the big man's now fully erect penis. With his boyfriend watching from across the room, he opened up and took the man into his mouth.

He was a big man all over. Jeff had no idea what he weighed, but it must have been pushing 300 pounds. Jeff's chest pressed into his big thigh as he opened wide to accommodate his meat. He was a grower, not a shower, but the growth wasn't in length. It was in thickness. This man didn't have a dick, he had a fireplug between his legs. His cut head was the same diameter as his shaft. The shaft bulged with veins. Jeff felt like he might have to dislocate his jaw to take him in. When he had him, there wasn't that pressure in the back of his throat from a long cock like Danny's, but the effort to keep his mouth wide enough had him quickly out of breath.

After only a couple gentle ups and downs, Jeff felt the man's big hands lifting him off his dick. He was nervous for a second. If this fellow had decided he didn't want a man sucking him, it could get ugly. The man stood up beside the bench. Jeff looked up cautiously at his bulk. The fellow flexed, his chest growing wider and his stomach even more defined. His cock bobbed up with the higher blood pressure. Very, very quietly, he murmured “Lick my balls?”

Jeff loved that this huge man was asking. He wasn't telling, or overpowering. He seemed almost shy. Jeff got down on his knees between those thick legs. Looking up over the ripples and bulges of muscles to his face, Jeff started giving his balls the tongue washing he wanted.
Jeff was never entirely sure what to do with his hands when giving a blowjob. He almost never touched himself: he liked to focus on the other man's pleasure. But men had different ideas about how they wanted another man to touch them. Jeff rested his hands on the big man's quads, and sucked one of his balls into his mouth. He held it there a little taut, tonguing its tender weight, while his hands started massaging the man's thighs. He moaned, and Jeff knew he was getting something right.

Jeff kept the suction up as he slowly released his testicle. His hands came up much higher on his thighs, and as they dug in as hard as he could into the thickest part of his legs, he opened his mouth and slid in the other ball. As his lips closed round the top of the sack and his tongue scraped across the skin, the fellow reached down and started stroking his cock. With what he was doing working, Jeff's fingers dug in as hard as he could while he alternately sucked and released the big man's tender, egg sized balls.

Every so often, Jeff ran his tongue over his scrotum and then dragged it up his cock. Sometimes the fellow dropped his cock to feel Jeff's tongue. Other times he kept pumping, and Jeff slid his greasy tongue up over his fingers and around his cockhead before slipping back down to his balls. It got harder and harder to pull the balls into his mouth as they drew up towards his body.

Jeff wanted to give him what he had asked for, but he wanted to taste his meat. The next time he was dragging the flat of his tongue up the bottom of his big broad dickplug, Jeff slid his hands round the man's legs and up onto his heavily muscled butt. When his tongue was at the man's head, his fingers sank into the man's glutes as he opened wide and took his shaft into his mouth. Jeff's fingers kneaded his sore muscles as he kept his cock in his mouth as deep as he could. When Jeff pulled off, he deliberately left the shaft coated in spit.

Jeff went back to the man's balls, keeping his hands working the fellow's ass muscles as hard as he could. He felt the muscles tighten up as the man slid his hand along his thick, now greasy shaft. Jeff looked up with one of the fellow's balls in his mouth, and saw the man looking down at him nodding. His big right hand wrapped round the back of Jeff's head and encouraged him to repeat he what he had just done.

Jeff's tongue caressed the skin of his balls as he tugged the sack tight with his lips, gently popped them from his mouth, and then sloppily tongued his way up the underside of his shaft, swallowed him whole, and then pulled off leaving more lubing saliva for the man to stroke himself with as Jeff kept washing and sucking his balls. At each signal from the fellow's hand, he would slide up the shaft and swallow. The fat cock made him gag ever so slightly, and it got sloppier and sloppier on each pass.

Jeff felt daring, and slid a fingertip towards the bodybuilder's crack. He scratched and tickled it, and when he was next signaled to swallow, he scraped his finger down to and just barely penetrated the man's hole. That changed everything. The fellow's glutes firmed right up and he slammed his cock forward into Jeff's mouth. Jeff thought he was going to start gagging while the man's big right hand held his head in place. Jeff's finger stabbed deeper, sliding in with the man's ample sweat.

Jeff thought he was about to get his throat filled with cum. The hand on the back of his head rocked the man's glans in the back of his mouth, but his left hand reached back and pulled back his ass cheek. He wanted Jeff's finger deeper. Just barely able to breath through his mouth, Jeff pushed a bit harder, and felt his index finger slip into the heat of the big man's ass.

Jeff's finger knew what to do. His fingertip flailed around gently until the cock in his mouth jumped and the bodybuilder's hips jerked. Jeff then started tracing deliberate, gentle, but insistent circles around that harder spot inside that was going to turn this mountain of a man into a volcano. The man's hands relaxed. Jeff drew back on his dick. He ran his tongue round and round his head, milked the man's now very tight balls with one hand, and used his fingertip to coax the load out of the man's prostate.

Jeff glanced up and saw the man looking down at him. His hands were busily working both nipples. His hips rolled back and forth between Jeff's fingertip and mouth. Jeff stuck out his tongue, and without looking away felt the pressure and swelling as the hydrant of a cock got ready to unload. Jeff tugged slightly harder on those balls, making it a little harder for him to cum, then slid a finger finally into the center of his aching prostate.

Jeff's eyes and mouth were open as the first shot of cream flew into his mouth. His hand, finger and tongue just kept doing what they were doing. All of the big man's muscles seemed to fire with each shot of his cockjuice into Jeff's mouth. He pulled back. Jeff thought he had finished, but then got his cheek splashed with the last shot while his finger was squeezed tight as he teased the last from the man's hormone riddled glands.

Jeff looked up to see the fellow smile and shake himself. He patted Jeff on the shoulder. He straightened himself up and grabbed his towel. With a grunt towards Mark, he left the two of them in the steam room.
Mark was lazily stroking his very hard cock. Jeff still hadn't touched himself, and moved over to get between Mark's legs.

“Hmm, you've got our new friend's cum on your face.” Mark said as he continued to gently stroke himself. “Leave it there for me?” Mark asked Jeff as his other hand scratched Jeff's head behind his ears.

“You know, I think I'd like to stop for a drink on the way home.” Mark announced as they left the locker room not so much later. Jeff could smell the bodybuilder's cum where it was dried on his face. It itched a little, and he knew it was visible, but he carefully didn't touch it.
Mark bought him a martini at the bar. While Jeff drank it, feeling like every man there was looking at the pecker tracks on his face, Mark told him how much he had enjoyed that. Mark recounted everything he had seen from his perspective, talking in detail about the increasing flush and tension on the bodybuilder's skin as Jeff had looked after him.

Mark bought him a second martini and started talking about what he was going to do to Jeff when they got home. He was very explicit considering they were sitting in public. They walked home together, Jeff rampantly hard under his jeans. The smell of cum, the gin, and knowing what Mark planned to do when they got home overpowered whatever shyness he had. Mark smiled and nodded at the men who noticed, variously holding Jeff's hand or cupping his butt as they walked down the main street of their neighborhood.

Almost nothing Mark had promised actually happened. They were both much too aroused by what they had done. They stripped as they walked in the door and clawed at one another up the stairs. When they made it to the bedroom, Mark pushed Jeff over onto the bed. The lube was conveniently out. He quickly slid it in, and reached round like a gentleman. They came almost together. Mark's cock unloaded in Jeff's ass just beyond his prostate, and his hand milked the cum from Jeff's dick siphoning off the lust he was unloading into him.