Weekend with the Olsens
I could hear the deep soft snores as I awoke from my sleep. I noticed right away the feeling of the body beside mine, the heat from him, the mass of his huge form before I even opened my eyes. It was still early in the morning, my dorm floor normally quiet for a Sunday. My eyes adjusted and I could see the heaving pectoral muscles of my football buddy on display beside me, inches from my mouth, my left hand resting on his left nipple, my fingers curled into the cavern between his pecs. He was lying on his back on my twin bed, practically taking up the entire thing. I was curled up beside him, his left arm under my neck, his huge bicep surrounding me and holding me in place like a teddy bear. My comforter was half on him, covering him below the waist, his one right leg out of the covers and resting on top. I looked down to study his big bare foot sticking up as I listened to his soft purrs.
I tried not to move to enjoy the feeling of Mac, asleep beside me in my bed: this straight jock that I finally got to make out with and ride last night. My thumb had a mind of its own as it started to move over his bare smooth chest, finding the small nipple and playing with it gently. His breathing changed, less deep snores and I knew he was stirring. I saw his chin move as he licked his lips, and then he swallowed, taking in a deep breath through his straight nose. I felt his body tense as an imminent stretch started, before his eyes opened, lifting those long blonde lashes and squinting awake.
His arm squeezed around me as he realized he was holding something and his face scrunched down to look at my face resting on his chest. A quick smile told me it was okay as he licked his lips again and swallowed, taking in another deep inhale as his other arm reached over to grab my shoulders and squeeze me tight.
“Mornin’ stud.” He mumbled, shifting slightly in the bed and moving over a bit to give me room. I felt my cock stiffen at the slightest touch of him as he continued to hold me against him, like that favourite stuffed animal for comfort.
“Mornin’ big guy.” I mumbled back, feeling my own naked body stretch out beside his giant one. Dwayne MacDonald, the huge offensive lineman from our university football team that everyone called Mac, lying naked in my bed, after having fucked me passionately last night.
“What time is it?” He lifted his head off the pillow and let his chin touch his chest as he took in where he was. I watched his right leg bend up as the cover fell down his massive thigh, his foot planted on the side of the bed, his muscled knee and thigh on display for me to stare at as the short blonde hairs on his leg glistened a bit in the morning light.
“No idea.” I said quietly, sitting up a bit to watch him rub his eyes with his right fist, working it in hard to get the crusts out and come too.
Then he stopped and let his hand fall on his right pec and he turned to look at me. “How’s your little ass this morning?” He grinned suggestively.
I looked into his blue eyes and smiled back at him. “Better than ever.”
He took a deep breath in and I saw his fingers dancing on his chest in contemplation.
“How are you feeling this morning?” I asked when he didn’t say anything.
He licked his lips again and swallowed. “Like I need water.” His bent leg moved sideways, spreading his thighs and his right hand slid under the covers. “And to take care of this.” He pulled his cock out sideways, showing me a full hard cock and I couldn’t help but groan. He had the best looking dick I’ve ever seen, perfectly proportioned from tip to base, smooth with the teasing of veins along the length of his 8 plus inches of meat. His blonde bush around his thumb was short and trimmed, and the base of his cock was thick and solid looking.
“I can take care of that right now if you want.” I mumbled, resting my cheek on his hard pec and admiring the view as he moved it back and forth for me, teasing me.
Then he started to sit up and I couldn’t help but move off him as he squirmed upwards on my bed, turning over onto his knee and pulling his massive body off the bed and over me. I watched his naked body, admiring the small dark freckles that stood out on a few places on his back and ass, the flexing of his huge muscles as he moved over me. My eyes took it all in.
“I’ve got to piss first.” He groaned, grabbing at his faded jeans. I watched his big feet step into the legs of his ripped jeans and watched as he jumped to hike them up, tucking his big cock into the middle and zipping up the fly, leaving the button undone. He ran a hand through his hair, looking like a calendar model, standing there barefoot in his faded jeans, the lines of his body looking scrumptious as he looked around the floor. “Where’s the washroom…?”
I pointed to the right. “Down the hall on your right, before the turn.”
He stepped over the other articles of clothing on the floor from last night, me watching the ball of his foot, the way his toes gripped the carpeted floor, the way the arch of his feet looked as he stepped over things and quietly opened the door to my room. He poked his head out into the hallway before turning to look back at me. “Be right back.” He whispered to me.
I watched the line in his back accentuate as he straightened up, the huge blade of his shoulder as he pulled the door back, sneaking out of my room like someone was going to catch him, and he gave me a quick little wink as he shut the door behind him.
I flopped onto my back and let out a loud “Wow” after he left and felt my own hard cock under the covers. I was so hard I had forgotten I probably had to pee as well, and at least brush my teeth as the memories of last night filled my brain. The image of him in our dorm washroom in just his jeans was enough to make me get up, slide on my own jeans and follow him.
When I entered the four stall men’s washroom, he was at the sink, bent over drinking from the tap, swishing his mouth, his feet flat on the tiled floor. He eyed me in the mirror in front of him and spit out and gave me a wide grin.
“Had to piss too?”
I nodded and went to the urinals, looking over my shoulder as he watched me. I fished my cock out and started to go, feeling it thickening in my grip as I kept looking back to see him watching me in the mirror. He wet his hands and patted his hair, trying to fix the bed head in the front. I could see the swish of flat hair in the back and smirked, knowing he slept in MY bed last night.
I finished and flushed, and when I turned around, I heard the door open and noticed he was gone. I gave a slight ‘hmph’ and washed my hands, following suit and swigging some water around in my mouth before I crept quietly back down the hallway to my room. I opened the door to find him bent over, picking up his white underwear and shoving it into his pocket, reaching for the long-sleeved white under shirt he had on last night under his Bills T-shirt.
I shut the door behind me, seeing him turn as if startled, watching him cover up his torso and pouted. “Don’t you want me to take care of that for you?” I smiled at him, nodding to his crotch.
“Nah it’s okay.” He said so quietly, almost still whispering like we were going to get caught. “I should go.” His white shirt wasn’t pulled down all the way and I could see a hint of his midsection showing just above his still unbuttoned jeans. He held out his Bills shirt and straightened it around and then pulled it roughly over his head, pausing to flatten his blonde hair down a bit without looking in a mirror.
I hesitated, unsure of why he was leaving so quickly. “You can stay you know. You don’t have to rush out.”
He smiled at me and looked for his shoes and socks, sitting down at the desk chair with them in his hand. I watched him slide a sock over his toes and step into his sneaker one at a time as he spoke. “I should go. Gotta get back or else my roommates will start ribbing me on which girl I fucked last night, so….” His eyes finally looked up at me. “This is between us, right? You’re not going to tell anyone are you?”
I felt my heart flutter, and realized I was stuck with another guy afraid to be truthful. I felt the shame hit me again, and I too agreed with him. Maybe this was the way guys were. Don’t tell anyone, our little secret, let’s keep this between un. I was sensing the way it was with every new guy I met. “No man. No worries. I won’t tell anyone. In fact, I was going to make sure you didn’t tell anyone.”
He stood up and rubbed my hair like an older brother. “No worries there.” He looked around again as if he was forgetting something, and I couldn’t help but stare at his jean covered ass. I silently wished he was staying, and wondered how I could get him too.
“So,” I started to say, moving to sit on my bed, “you can fuck me again anytime you want you know.” I said it so tentatively that even I heard how desperate I sounded.
He put his hands in his pockets and turned around to face me and let a small sigh out of his nose. He stared at me for a moment, his eyes on the carpet before he raised them up to me. “I know.” He widened his eyes at me and a hint of a smile appeared on his lips. I felt my eyes fall to those lips, and the way he kissed me last night, as if he was finally giving in to something. We just stared at each other for a moment, and I began to wonder if he was going to give me that “I’m straight” speech.
Instead he stepped up to me, put his hands on my face and pulled me into his, and kissed me. Slowly. For a long time.
I held on to his wrists, my fingers barely touching around the size of them and just hung on to him, enjoying the sensation of his tongue again. He parted my lips with a satisfying smacking sound, and rested his head on my forehead.
“I’m going to go, even though I don’t want to.” He whispered. I opened my eyes and stared directly into his.
“Okay.” I said just as quietly.
“But this will happen again. I promise.” He quickly kissed me again and then stood back and let his big shoulders relax as he looked at me, a hint of a smile on his handsome face. “Just don’t tell anyone, okay?” He winked at me, and pulled a hand out of his pocket to ruffle my hair again. “Stay horny for me little guy.” He said as he moved to the door.
“No problem there.” I mumbled as he turned to look at me with one last glance, a fleeting thought coming over him it seemed, before he left with a soft ‘good-bye.’
The way he left stayed with me for three days, but I didn’t see him on campus, or at the gym. By Wednesday, I was more than ready to tell Sandra that I needed a break from campus and was ready to go to her place this coming weekend for her dinner with her family. She thought I might back out so she was thrilled that I agreed to come, and by Friday when we were ready to leave, I was like a cat in heat on the prowl.
I hadn’t seen Mac all week, even though I clung to the idea that we would do something again. He did promise after all. But for now, I figured it best to give Mac some space to wrestle with his own feelings.
Sandra had a car with her since Thanksgiving, having returned with it knowing she was heading back in November. Neither of us had classes on Fridays so just after lunch, we headed to our hometown. I was happy to leave school and head back to my hometown knowing I wouldn’t have to tell my mom that I was even close by. The three-hour drive went by quickly as Sandra filled me all in about her brother Mark, her mom, and what she’s heard about Mark’s girlfriend Tami, with an “i” which caused more eye rolling. She wasn’t sure if her last name was Campbell as I inquired, but thought it sounded right. I hadn’t seen Tami since we were kids, as I lived next door to the Campbells. And as we drove, I had a flash of how hot her father was. Wasn’t he a firefighter? I thought in my head, picturing the blonde hunk with the tinges of red in his hair.
But every time I tried to picture the firefighter dad of my former neighbour, thoughts of the blonde offensive lineman filled my head. I realized I wanted Mac more than I cared to admit.
But those thoughts about Mac quickly went away when we pulled up into her driveway and Sandra’s brother Mark was there to greet us. I forgot all about Mac, and Tami’s firefighter father Mr. Campbell, and Stefan and Brett, and even Professor Tom as I took in the sight of her older, military brother.
I got slowly out of the car, struck by his looks: he was the epitome of a young military man, with his crew cut dark hair, his broad shoulders, his muscled arms and legs as he stood smiling at us in a simple grey T-shirt and black shorts, his dark features a lot like Sandra’s and these green eyes that seemed to leap from his face and peer at me.
“You must be Brian?!” He yelled with a wide-eyed look, holding out his hand for me to grab. It seemed so much larger than mine, and it enveloped my hand in a firm, hard handshake. His other mitt slapped me on the shoulder. “Heard a lot about you.” I felt his hand on my sweater clad shoulder clasp harder, and he gave me a quick squeeze. “Dude?! You’re solid man. You must work out hard!” It wasn’t a question, more of admiration as he held me at arm’s length and let his eyes roam around my body. I had on a large sweatshirt, which seemed to cover my muscular frame, but my nylon black pants didn’t hide my wide defined legs.
As he looked me over, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He had a trim face, defined jaw like his sister’s, bit of a five o’clock shadow on his otherwise youthful clean-shaven face, his nose a straight line down his angular face, eyebrows dark but thin, and those eyes. Fuck me. Green, like a cat.
He had to be at least 6 feet tall. His black shorts showed off a thick set of muscled looking legs, with his smooth bare feet on the blacktop pavement of their driveway despite the cooler November night air, wide and smooth, toes long and thick. His biceps were like two melons popping out from a stretched grey short sleeve shirt, veins running down his smooth arms ending in those soft meaty hands. His pecs were pronounced, and his waist was trimmed. He had that perfect v-shape and it left me sort of frozen in place.
“Let me help!” His voice was loud, not particularly deep, but manly enough. He let go of me to move to the back seat of the Sandra’s car and I couldn’t help but let my eyes follow his every movement, noticing the firmness of his ass outlined by his shorts just hugging his round ass. You could definitely bounce a quarter off those glutes, I thought to myself as I stared.
I snapped out of my trance as I heard a motherly squeal and Sandra’s mom appeared. She was about my size, bit overweight as lots of moms tended to be at her age, probably closing in on 50. She was an attractive woman even if she had let her body go somewhat, with similar features as her children, dark hair, hazel eyes not nearly as piercing as her son’s. She looked a lot like Sandra and I could see the future of Sandra as I felt her embrace me and welcome me. Her dad wasn’t there, but as I looked at her brother, and the features he had, I was convinced that their Dad must look like him. And if so, I couldn’t wait to see what her dad looked like.
Unfortunately, her dad wasn’t home – he was out golfing with his buddies and would be home before dinner. At this point I didn’t care as I couldn’t stop staring at Mark. Watching his body move. Staring at his legs and feet. Drooling over his hands and arms. Memories of the hot fuck with Mac were still in my mind and I started to replace the images of Mac over me with visions of Mark doing it all to me. And when Mark smiled….
The first few hours I was unusually quiet as we sat in the living room, drinks in hand, getting to know me. I tried desperately to find pictures of their family, to see what her dad looked like. But all the pics were of Sandra and Mark, and none of the parents.
Sandra tended to speak more for me, telling everyone how short I was at the beginning of the first year, and how I suddenly sprouted up and started working out. Mark took a greater interest at that point, leaning forward more, biceps flexed, asking me about my routine, what I ate, and how I was able to grow so much in 6 months.
His voice drew me in, his eyes locked on mine, and his laugh was suddenly the most amazing thing I had heard. I had to focus to keep my eyes from straying over his body as I thought about what he looked like naked. The football players had woken up my sexual desire it seemed, and I was suddenly lusting after Sandra’s military brother.
When Sandra and her mom, Diane, went into the kitchen to start dinner, they insisted I stay with Mark in the living room and relax. Mark moved to the end of the couch to be closer to me as I sat on the chair beside it.
“So are you and my sister…?” he gave me a small jab on the shoulder as if he was boxing, holding up his left hand in front of his beautiful face as his right hook came at my arm in a playful tap. I was feeling the electricity with each connection.
“Oh! Nah. Nothing there so no need to worry.”
Mark gave me a shocked look. “Bro, not worried! She’d be lucky to have a guy like you. Just checking though.” He gave me a sort of a look that I wished was interest, but I was just lost in his eyes that I wasn’t seeing or thinking clearly. I could feel my heart racing and wondered how long we would be alone. My eyes fell to the ground and I stared again at his wide feet, noticing the arch under the sole of his foot, the way his nails looked trim and square, before my eyes trailed up the huge calf muscle against the couch, the definition above his knee, and the sizeable bulge I could make out in his shorts.
“I heard you have a girlfriend.” I managed to look back up to his eyes, which were on me, staring.
He gave a small smirk, curling the right side of his lip upwards and gave his shoulders a shrug. “Yeah. Just started seeing her. Tami. Red head. Fiery! She’s coming over for dinner tomorrow I think.” He started shaking his leg, bouncing his knee up and down and I tried hard not to look down. Then he brought his thumb to his lips and started to bite on his nail as he looked at me, before he turned his head to the kitchen for a moment and then back to me.
I had a flash of a girl I once knew. Tami, also with an “i” as Sandra had told me many times, who lived next door to me, with her sister and mother and very hot firefighter father.
“Is your girlfriend from around here?”
He frowned at me suddenly. “Yeah, why? You know a fiery red head named Tami?”
I laughed out loud. “I do actually. I grew up beside one. I think she was a year younger than me. Haven’t seen her in a few years.” I gave him a sideways look. “Is her last name Campbell?”
His eyes widened. “Yes! You know her?” He got up and slapped a hand on me. “Small world eh?”
I remembered her alright. Her flirty nature, and her fucking hot dad. I think she used to have a crush on me. But all I could think about now was her dad. “Yeah, I know her, but it’s been a while since I’ve seen her. How’d you two meet?”
“Long story. Her sister was dating my buddy, and we met at a party last summer. She’s fun.” He said, flicking his eyebrows up and down with a wry grin. “I’ll have to tell her you’re here.” Then he held up his hands. “Unless…wait, you two didn’t….?”
I shook my head a little too violently. “Oh no man, not at all.” I could see him squinting at me, and I feared he was figuring me out a bit too much. I shifted in my seat and shrugged. “I haven’t seen her since my mom and I moved away when I was like 13 or 14. She probably wouldn’t even recognize me.”
Mark leaned over and punched my arm. “Probably not if you were some little pipsqueak before.” He gave a little laugh. “Not like now!” He let his eyes linger on me, and I noted they went down over my body quickly before they flicked back up at me. He gave a wide smile suddenly. “Hey, speaking of working out, there’s equipment in our basement if you need to pump some iron this weekend. You can help yourself, or we can workout together.”
I gave a nod, seeing his lifted eyebrows and those fucking green eyes staring at me. I wanted to read into it, picturing us working out together, but given he had a girlfriend he was obviously straight. But the way he was looking at me I started to wonder. “Awesome. I’ll have to check it out.”
He jumped up, pointing a thumb out. “Wanna go now? I can show you what’s down there. My dad and I put together a pretty full gym a while ago.”
I stood up at the invitation, noting his height next to mine. He was only about a four inches taller than me, but he seemed much bigger than 6’. But I always thought guys seemed bigger to me. “Well, it shows.” I said, giving a nod at his physique. That made him grin and he lifted his chin up a bit to look down more at me.
“You think I’m big, you should see my dad. He’s a beast.” I laughed, hiding my desire. I was glad to hear his dad was bigger. I couldn’t wait to meet him now, thinking of my own military man I once had last summer, Jack, and then of Professor Tom and what a beast HE is. I liked “beasts.” The latest blonde beast I had was Mac, the offensive lineman. If Mark was saying his dad was bigger, then I was more intrigued by Mark’s dad now than even Mark himself.
“Oh yeah? Your dad’s built?” I tried to ask as nonchalantly as I could.
Mark smiled and patted my shoulder again, and his hand remained on it, pressing me down a bit and squeezing. “Huge man! I’ve been trying to keep up with the old guy, but he’s just jacked man. Always has been. Has to be for his job I guess. Well, so he says.” Mark shrugged, shifting his eyes back up to mine. “Keep working out and you’ll be a beast too. Fuckin’ broad shoulders on you for your size dude!”
“Is your dad going to be home soon?” I couldn’t help it. I wanted to meet this man now. I was seriously going to have to jerk off something fierce if he was just an older bigger version of Sandra’s brother. Since Mac left me high and dry last weekend, I was more than ready to unload with someone!
Mark sort of smiled at me for a moment, standing there with his hands on his hips. I suddenly thought I was a little too excited to see his dad, and he knew it. I watched his eyes move over me, looking for his sister and his mother before he looked back at me. “Yeah should be. He came home last night after a three day shift so he’s golfing today with some buds. Getting one last one in while the weather holds out. Should be home soon enough as he left at like 10am.” Mark gave me another long look before he moved to the front door and grabbed my backpack and duffle bag still at the entrance that he had carried in earlier. Then he turned back and nodded towards the back of the house. “I’m taking Brian downstairs to show him his room and our weights!” He yelled suddenly to the women in the kitchen.
“Okay!” I heard Sandra yell back from the kitchen.
He headed to the stairs, both hands full carrying my things. I followed him down the stairs to the finished basement where my bedroom for the weekend would be. I followed his lead, feeling the stiffness of my cock in my underwear as my eyes roamed down the broad back before me, little sparks inside me as I willed my cock not to swell just yet. Mark reminded me of the football players I had back at school, Stefan and Brett and Mac, but in a different way now. With them there was sexual lust and flirtiness. With Mark it seemed more brotherly, like I was falling for the things he was doing. And it was certainly having an effect on me.
I suddenly wished I had an older brother. I thought about Mac last weekend, standing naked in my dorm room, wishing he was my brother. But here was Mark, four years older than me, but seemed so much more mature than me, so much more a man. I wondered what it would be like to have a role model like that to grow up with, someone to look up to, to admire. I stopped listening to his words and just focused on his body, the flesh I could see, the hidden pieces filling my imagination. He shifted the backpack into the same hand with the duffle bag and then reached up a long arm to hit the top of the ceiling at the bottom of the stairs in a macho automatic move on his way down. His t-shirt lifted and I got a glimpse of his skin, all smooth and defined, the hint of abs from the glance I got. I sucked in air and dug my hands into my pocket to hide my desire.
He moved to the back of the lower floor, moving to the additional bedroom down there and tossed my stuff onto the waiting bed. I peered in around him, seeing the double bed all made up, a door to the washroom located just to the other side of it. I could see another door beside the bedroom one, apparently to the same washroom before he turned to face me, pointing double fingers at me like a gun as he backed towards the closed door off to the opposite side of the large space. “Wait to you see this.” A big bare foot went to the door and he kicked it backwards, opening the door and his thick hand flicked on the switch.
It was a perfect home gym, like from a magazine. The room was mirrored, the floor tiled black, and it was full of everything you’d need. A brand new looking Bowflex took up one corner, a set of free weights filled another, stacked on a rack in the corner. There was a treadmill taking up space off to the side, a rowing machine further along, and a second simple workout bench with a barbell on it was in the middle of the room.
Mark immediately went over to the red bench and laid back, spreading his feet out to firm his body as he reached up to the bar. “I loaded this up to 275 this morning.” I heard him inhale and he pushed upwards, holding the bar straight up, his shirt rising up to his bellybutton. My eyes went there, looking at the thin line of dark hair leading down into his trackpants from the flat abs now exposed. I could see the slight round bulge of his cock as he pushed up a second time with a grunt. I watched his feet shift, his toes gripping the ground as he did a third push, his stomach flattening even more as his chest puffed up. I watched his neck veins pop, as well as the veins in his arms as he pushed a fourth time before he completed another four reps and let the barbell down onto the rack.
I caught my breath as he sat up, his face slightly red, his abs contracting as they disappeared again under his shirt. He clapped his hands together and got off the bench. “Now you.”
“Ha!” I laughed. “275? Don’t think so. I only weigh like 160.”
He looked down at me as he stepped to the side. “You look heavier. I’m 215.” He reached over to my abs and put his hand on me. “Flat and trim but wide up here.” He said as he patted my shoulders again and then steered me to the bench. “C’mon. I’ll spot you. Try it.” He moved behind the bench to the bar and smiled at me, holding onto the bar lightly, waiting for me to lie down.
I hesitated, but then the thought of lying under him as he spotted me….
I moved to the bench and assumed the position. There was no way I was going to bench 275. I was only pressing 150 at the moment and that was only about 6 reps. I couldn’t imagine another 125 pounds.
As soon as I put my hands around the bar Mark moved forward, giving me a lovely view of his muscled thighs beside me and his hefty looking package just above my face. “Ready?” He asked, looking down at me with a grin.
Oh I’m ready buddy I thought to myself. He assisted with the lift and I gritted my teeth as we lifted the bar together. He lowered with me and I could feel him release his grip a bit, letting the bar fall a little too low before he helped me lift again. On the way up he did it again, letting go and I felt a hernia coming on as I grunted it upwards.
“Enough!” I gritted and he helped me put the barbell back onto the rack. I let out a big breath as he hovered over me, his bulge seeming a little bit bigger than it was before. He put his hands on his hips and stared down at me over the bar. He looked good even upside down.
“Bro you are a beast man! You pumped that up on your own!” He leaned over and grabbed my left pec and gave it a squeeze quickly before backing off suddenly. “You’re hiding underneath this. Take it off.”
I sat up and peeled my sweatshirt off and heard him holler.
“Jesus you are built for your size! Look at those shoulders!” He clapped a hand on my broad shoulders, the smacking sound of flesh on flesh filling the gym. I felt suddenly awkward sitting shirtless in front of him, and he must have noticed.
Mark pointed at the Bowflex. “Wanna try it out? I’m on legs and back today. You good with that?” He walked around me, giving a nice view of his ass in those butt hugging shorts. I almost groaned thinking of how hard his butt looked, and what it would feel like. I got a whiff of him as he went by, a slight musky scent mixed with a hint of faded cologne. Barefoot, he moved to the Bowflex and bent over to hook up cables.
I’d never used a Bowflex, but I had seen the hot sweaty guys on the ads. In fact, it was pretty much my own gay porn back then, watching the infomercials as shirtless guys worked out slowly.
“You ever used a Bowflex?” He asked, hooking up more cables, bending black rods down to connect to another set of pulley type cords. He put an attachment on the end of the bench and then swung his legs over to sit, hooking his big feet under the lower round bar before he extended his legs up, the triangular muscles popping out underneath the cotton material of his pants as soon as he began. I looked down at his ankles, the sight of the light dusting of hair just above them as his pant legs lifted a bit. I watched his arms bulge up as he gripped the side of the bench as he straightened his legs and lowered them again. I watched the veins in his neck pop as he held onto the side of the bench and completed his set. He swung his legs around and stood up, moving to each side to adjust the weight as he looked at my legs. “100 good? Test it with these cables to see.”
I assumed the position he was in previously and tested it. I have good legs, so I felt my thighs explode with the first lift, my own muscles leaping out in definition as I did the first few reps. It was harder than I thought and felt odd with the rods. I had to control the motion more so than I was used to.
“Fuck!” I said, letting out a laugh as I lowered the bar at last. “That is definitely different.”
“Good job.” Mark said with a grin. “For a guy your size, your muscles like explode out of you when you lift. You must put on size so easily.”
I didn’t answer back, just noticed him staring at my legs with his tongue slightly out as if in mid thought.
We completed a couple more sets, bantering about nothing in particular, swapping food and workout routines before he moved over to the bench and the barbell.
“Squat time.” He said, taking off some of the weight that he had benched before. He moved under the bar and gripped it, moving into a proper position before he stood up, puffing his cheeks out as he did. I watched his butt stick out, his legs pop again and his face go a bit red as he performed his set before letting the bar down roughly and stepped out from under it.
“Same weight? Wanna give it a go? I’ll spot you?” He smirked, patting the weights on one end as he moved around behind the bar with me. Already I knew what he was planning.
I ducked under the bar and gripped it as I felt him step up behind me, rather close to my ass. He put his hands just an inch away from mine on the bar, our fingers close but not touching. And when I went to stand up, he stood up with me, stepping into me and connected his crotch into my ass.
“Nice form.” He mumbled, moving down with me, his legs just behind mine. I could feel his body so close to mine, wondering just how hard it felt. And then I felt the packaged bulge in the middle of my ass.
I moved like a robot, squatting down, purposefully sticking my ass out even farther, pushing my ass back into him, feeling his dick pressing against me. Enough so that when I put the bar down on the rack behind my shoulders, Mark was still standing directly behind me.
His hands moved off the bar and went to my waist, his body touching mine, his bulge now pushing into me as his hands pulled me backwards slightly.
“How did that feel?” He said quietly.
I froze for a moment, wondering just what was happening with my friend’s brother that I just met. “That was hard.” I said without turning around. There was an awkward moment before he cleared his throat and stepped back.
Mark moved over to the side of the room and tugged at his crotch. He looked back at me, his hands on his hips, looking fucking sexy as hell. He reminded me of Aaron suddenly, and I was overcome with feelings. I took a step towards him, gauging his reaction. There was a bulge in his shorts that he just couldn’t hide.
We worked out in silence for a bit more, until Mark removed the bench and adjusted the rods for a squat. He went first, sticking his glorious rump out that I practically drooled over, and then I moved into place. Again he forgot to change the tension, and I let my ego get the better of me.
I did the first rep and grunted.
“Oh fuck, sorry. I didn’t lighten it…”
“No. It’s fine.” I groaned, moving to do a second rep, but already failing to stand up. Mark went behind me and squatted with me, grabbing my hips to assist. I readjusted my stance, feeling his body so close to mine, and continued on, grunting out four more reps before I stopped.
But Mark didn’t let go.
Nor did he move.
I froze, waiting. There was no sound, just us breathing. Mark’s fingers gripped me a bit tighter, and he moved me forward a bit, then pulled me back. He repeated it again in almost imperceptible movements, like he was pretending to fuck me, pressing his cock into the crack of my ass in soft little pushes.
Without thinking, I reached around behind me with both hands and put my hands around my ass just in time to feel his bulge push into my ass. He backed off, feeling my hands and hesitated for only a moment before he grinded his crotch into my waiting hands and held himself there.
I grabbed at it, wrapping my hands around his growing bulge. It was stiff. And getting bigger.
I didn’t wait for another hint, just sort of clutched it firmly, impressed to feel it so hard already. Mark took one hand off my waist and lowered the waistband of his shorts and underwear, freeing his cock into my waiting hands. Taking hold of his flesh felt good, feeling it coming to life in my hands, lengthening out even more. With my right hand I grabbed the base, feeling the hairs around it, and the stretching of his skin. It was warm, and it felt good already behind me.
I couldn’t believe this hot straight guy, this brother of my closest friend at university, was letting me fondle his cock. In his basement with his mother and sister and hot father just upstairs.
He just breathed on me, his hot breath on my neck as he put his hand back on my waist and moved my body backwards again, pushing his hips into my covered ass in mock fucking as I gripped him. After a few more times I just turned around, caught a glimpse of his hot face, his mouth hanging open in pleasure. I pulled on his cock and sank to my knees to get a good look at it. It was thick, not overly long in size, but thick. And had a slight curve to it.
Without a sound I took him in my mouth, all the way to my fingers holding the base and tasted my best friend’s brother’s dick. Salty. Sweet. And warm. I felt him shake a bit as I did, my hands moving up his thick legs around to his ass which still had his cotton pants over the hard glutes. I squeezed his butt, feeling the hardness of it, almost boney. Firm. Muscled. It just made me take more of his cock to the back of my throat.
His hands were hanging beside his legs, just letting me suck his dick. I worked it like the pro that I was becoming, slurping around it, teasing it with my tongue, wrapping my hand around the base, travelling up and down with my mouth in a hungry manner. He tasted delicious, the feeling was fantastic, and I knew he was enjoying it too when his hands lightly moved to my hair and he caressed the top of my head.
“Fuck that feels so good.” He said almost breathlessly, as if he couldn’t believe it. “Don’t stop.” He moaned quietly, adding a little pressure to my head with his hands, getting into the rhythm of my movements with his hips.
I looked up to see his handsome face looking down at me, his mouth slightly open, his eyes almost glazed over in delight. And then his eyes shut and he slowly lifted his chin to the ceiling, his throat sticking out, his veins in his neck showing. His body started to tremble as I continued my hungry milking.
“You’re gonna make me cum.” He whispered, gripping the side of my head with his hands.
I responded with an animalistic grunt but kept going, working his cock even more.
“You want to swallow my load?” He said louder, his voice coming back. My eyes flicked upwards to see him staring down at me, mouth still hanging open, holding the bottom of his shirt up over his rippling abs, his eyes almost frowning at me.
I moaned an “Mmhmm,” and I saw his mouth widen, his eyes slightly close, and his body started to shake.
“Here it comes bro. Oh fuck, oh fuck…..oh fuuuuucccck…..” he gritted his teeth and shut his eyes, his one hand on the back of my head holding me tight as he unloaded straight down my throat. I was shocked at the sudden burst of liquid, swallowing it down fast as more flooded my throat. I gagged for a moment, coming off his cock to suck it back down almost immediately, sucking back any juice that had escaped me for a moment, taking it all until he stopped shivering, until his hands released, and until he backed off, pulling his still hard cock from my grasp.
“Fuck bro.” He said, almost stumbling backwards against the wall. He squeezed his own cock and slapped it against his other hand, staring at me. “I knew it.”
I wiped my lips, getting back up, my own cock hard in my shorts. I tugged at it, not expecting him to return the favour, but aching to be released.
“I can’t believe you swallowed my load.” He grinned, pulling his underwear and pants back over his cock and adjusting himself. “That felt so fuckin’ awesome.”
The footsteps above us knocked us back to reality. I saw him move suddenly, towards the door to the weight room to check, and then looked back at me, his eyes seeing the bulge in my shorts and gave me a nod.
“I’m not sure if you should take care of that just yet.” His eyes kept coming back to mine, wondering what I would say or do. I considered whipping my own dick out, but now that he said something, I wasn’t entirely sure this straight jock was into it, let alone take care of it for me.
“It’s okay. I’ll take care of it later.” I felt suddenly awkward, wondering what he really thought of me at this moment.
Mark was suddenly quiet, and he stayed at the doorway. “Okay. Uh…I think we should go back upstairs.”
“Yeah.” I didn’t turn and look at him, just sort of looked down at my feet and rubbed my left shoulder as I heard him moving around behind me.
“Okay.” I heard him say before he moved to the door, then hesitated for a moment. “I guess we should…” but he was cut off as Sandra called down to us. Mark moved beyond the door to the bottom of the stairs and said we’d be right up.
I came out of the workout room to see him pulling at his trackpants before he turned away from me and gave me a nod. “We’re being summoned dude.” And he disappeared up the stairs.
Wow I thought, that was weird as I put my sweatshirt back on.
“Looks like Dad’s home.” He said as he reached the top of the stairs. I saw him adjust his shorts, tugging at his bulge as I rounded the door to the bottom of the stairs. I was horned from sucking his cock and my pent-up load that I didn’t get out was now aching at the thought of seeing their father.
“You worked out already down there?” I heard Sandra’s voice say as she came into the living room towards the front door.
“Not really. Brian was just testing it out.” I heard Mark say, avoiding my gaze. I looked over at him, leaning against the wall and gave a quick smile to Sandra, still tasting her brother’s cum down my throat.
“Your brother was just showing me the ropes.” I said, stopping in the middle of the room, glancing over quickly at where Mark was before I noticed the shadow of a figure moving past their front window. Mark emerged from the kitchen with a post workout bottle shaking in his fist as he moved towards the front door as well just as Sandra opened it and I heard her squeal in delight at the approaching man.
Sandra’s mom had appeared from the kitchen too, staying in the doorway grinning at Sandra outside as I heard a man’s voice call out: “You’re home!”
“Hi Daddy!” I heard Sandra shriek and ran out of the kitchen. Diane just smiled at me and turned back to the kitchen and disappeared, not really phased by her husband’s arrival. I hesitated, trying to listen, trying to hear how this man’s voice sounded, picturing him in my mind before I got a glimpse.
Mark moved to the front door, the fading sun highlighting the outline of his muscled physique. The sounds of Sandra hugging her dad just beyond my sightline made me practically pant as I waited to get a glimpse of this man.
“The beast is home.” Mark said giving me a wink as he turned back to me. I breathed him in, licking my lips at the memory of his cock in my mouth, and waited as the two figures of Sandra and her dad came into my view.
But the memory of sucking Mark off faded as I literally lost my breath as the sight of their dad, Ben Olsen, came into my view.
