Nightclubbing, Pt III (At the Gym)

Read Pt II here

We're doing chest and triceps. Usually it’s just Hassan and me at the gym, and we get so horned up from pumping up our hot bodies that we wind up getting freaky in the locker room. Which only gets us going more when we get home and Hassan starts tearing off my clothes to bend me over and pump a load into me. 

But Antony was with us this day, and I had a feeling that what Hassan had said about testing the waters with him had already happened. Antony is a hot dude - muscled, Italian. Always bragging about what a big, fat dick he has. 

So we’re lifting and Hassan is spotting me and Antony keeps giving me these looks. Finally Hassan says he’s gotta use the bathroom and then it’s just Antony and me. We just finished on the bench so we grab this machine for hip flexors. 

“Bro, your ass is incredible,” Antony says and I blush, but it’s not like I haven’t heard that before. I just haven’t heard it from Antony, who is always scamming on chicks and is in fact dating several girls at this point. 

“Thanks bro,” I say. “I work hard enough at it.”

“Yeah Hassan tells me,” Antony says and he has this look in his eye. “He told me a lot.” I’m pressing my legs apart and Antony gets behind me and my heart starts racing. Even though I admitted to Hassan that I had a boner for Antony I still don’t know where this is going. Because what Hassan and I do is our thing, we’ve always kept it under wraps. 

“Like what?” I say, playing dumb. Antony leans down close to my ear. He reaches for one muscled cheek of my flexing ass and squeezes it.

“Says he fucks you up the ass, bro,” Antony says in this low voice. “Says you let him cum inside you, and you always keep your hole ready for him to fuck,” he continues. My heart is pounding now. “That right?” Antony says as he stands up, his crotch pressing against my shoulder. “You fag out for him?”

I’m too scared to even nod. A big gym dude comes by us on his way to the shoulder press and Antony steps back to let him pass. Then Antony leans into me again. “Just tell me, bro. I’m not gonna judge you. I just want some for myself. He says he fucks you like a bitch. Uses you as hard as he wants…”

There are people all around us but nobody seems to be looking. I nod and manage to eke out a “yeah.” Antony smiles wickedly. My set is done so I stand up, noticing only then that my cock is swelling. Antony sees it and smirks again.

“He said I should check," Antony says, still so close to me that I can smell the musky manliness of him. "That you like when he checks your pussy in public, to make sure it’s clean and smooth.” Antony says, body against mine. He glances around then shoves a hand down the back of my gym shorts. I shudder. His finger goes right to my hole. “Fuuuck,” he says in my ear. “Shaved smooth, just like he said.” Antony pushes a finger inside me. “Goddamn that’s a tight cunt.” He takes his finger out. Smells it. Licks it. “Tastes good too. You gonna let me dick you down, bro?”

I nod, looking around to see if anyone has noticed us. Hassan is heading down the stairs. “Why’d you keep this a secret from me, bro? I coulda been fucking your ass for the last six months.” 

“I don’t know, man. Hassan and me…I mean, I’m not gay…” I say, lamely. Antony laughs.

“Me either, bro. But you are a whore who loves cock. Hassan made that clear,” Antony says just as Hassan joins us. Hassan looks from me, to Antony. Shakes his head. He knows.

“Few more sets, then we can hit the showers,” Hassan says. “Locker room is usually pretty empty this time of day.” And he winks. 

“Damn straight,” Antony says, smiling at Hassan, and I feel my hole loosen. Fuck! I don’t know if I can handle two alpha dicks at the same time. It all feels like it’s careening out of control but at the same time I’m turned on beyond belief. 

For the rest of the workout I keep getting boners and Antony keeps looking at the tent in my shorts and then glaring at me. He’s almost more aware of things than Hassan is and it makes me wonder how much he’s known all along. 

We get back to the locker room and we all strip down. Hassan is talking about this girl he met at Starbucks the other morning, how he got her number and he’s planning on taking her out and fucking her next weekend. 

“Fucking gorgeous tits, ass that won’t quit…” he goes on, totally naked, his fat dick starting to swell up as he talks about her. Antony eggs him on as he strips down. Antony’s rod is, if anything, even bigger than Hassan’s. Finally I strip off my shorts - I’m freeballing as usual. I notice both Hassan and Antony’s eyes on my smooth muscle ass as I shuck the shorts off my feet. 

“Think she’ll let you fuck her on the first date?” Antony asks, fluffing his rod and hairy balls. Hassan shrugs. 

“Hopefully, bro. If not I got other options, you know?” Hassan says. And they both smirk at me. Which makes my cock start to get hard so I rush to throw my towel around my waist and then we head to the showers. 

At first there’s another dude in there. It’s an old gym and the showers are set up communal style. We each take a shower head and I see Hassan and Antony glancing at me out of the corner of their eyes. My cock is fully hard but I keep my back turned to the dude. Until finally he leaves and before I even have a chance to react Hassan is walking over to me, his half-hard cock bouncing as he walks.

“Check it out, bro,” he says softly to Antony. Hassan pushes me against the shower wall and kicks my feet apart and spreads my cheeks. “Shaved pussy. All for us.” Antony walks over.

“Fuck,” Antony says. “And I could just slide my dick in it right now if I wanted?”

“Go for it, bro,” Hassan says. “I’ll keep lookout.” Hassan walks to the edge of the shower area and Antony stuffs two fingers in my hole. I whimper.

“Fuck, it’s tight,” Antony says - almost to himself, like I’m not even there. “I’m so fucking turned on,” he mutters and I feel the head of his cock against me and then he just shoves the entire thing inside. I’m pretty sure I scream. Hassan looks over at us, smiles and shakes his head. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Antony mutters as he starts to fuck my ass, and I manage to temper my screams to a whimper. Antony's much rougher than Hassan - I’ve never felt more like a piece of meat. He slaps my ass, grabs my hips and rams me as I hold on for dear life. “Take my cum you fucking bitch,” Antony says then holds deep and blasts a gallon of cum inside me. 

“You done bro?” Hassan says as he comes back over to us.

“Yeah man. That’s some tight pussy. Fuckin milked the load right out of my nuts,” Antony says. I start to turn around but Hassan pushes me back against the wall. 

“You know it, bro. Damn,” Hassan says, and his fingers go inside my wrecked ass and feel around. “Fuuuck…feels like a goddamn lake of cum inside that cunt,” Hassan says. Then he gets down and I feel his tongue open me up. Cum pours out of me and into Hassan’s mouth. 

“Oh fuck bro, you like a creampie?” Antony says. 

“You know it brah,” Hassan says, smacking his lips and going back for more, his tongue swirling in and around me as he fishes for more of Antony’s copious load. He stands up. 

“You gonna share that with me?” Antony says.

“Hell yeah, brother. C’mere,” Hassan says, and I turn around just in time to see them lock lips, Hassan emptying the contents of his mouth into Antony’s. Their tongues swirl around each other. Hassan grabs Antony’s big arms and their bodies get close as they make out, swirling Antony’s jizz between their mouths and finally swallowing it.

The feelings I have, watching them do this, are intense. Jealousy, first of all. Hassan has never made out with me - not even in our tenderest moments. Clearly he shares something with Antony that he doesn’t with me. But, at the same time, I’m part of it. It’s my ass that got Antony off. And even the way they act - like I’m not there, like I’m just a hole for them to use - makes my cock swell. 

“Fuckin hot, brother,” Antony says as they come apart. “You want me to lookout for you now, or you gonna hold that load till later?”

“Later, bro,” Hassan says. “Let’s go back to your place. We got all afternoon. All night, even. Let’s see how many loads we can pump into this pussy,” he says, grabbing hold of my ass. 

“Damn straight, bro,” Antony says. “I want to fill him up entirely. I want that hole to be just gushing cum by the time we’re done.” 

“That’s what I’m talking about, man!” Hassan says, and the two of them exit the showers without even a glance to me. I follow them out. Of course I do. And the reality of my situation begins to dawn: I’m not their friend anymore. I’m not their bro. I’m their bitch. To be used and abused. I don’t know how I got so lucky. 

Read Pt IV here