On the waistband of his jockstrap, the letters ADDICTED stand out boldly, black on white. The woven fabric of the pouch outlines a nice piece of cut meat and plum-size nuts. The straps frame a peachy butt, heavenly split by a hairy crack that drives any rimmer wild. Ronald’s assets attract both young and older men in the gym, in the locker room, and in the shower. The rumor runs that if a bodybuilder squeezes Ron’s balls, he will get fucked. But I’m going too fast. Let me introduce Ronald Séguin briefly: 1.82 m, 71.9 kg, auburn hair, chestnut brown eyes, face and ass with dimples, medium built, never dated a girl, had a crush on his grade 12 gym teacher, came out to family and friends at 18, is now 21.
Ronald’s dream of meeting a bodybuilder started when he graduated from Collège français, a French public high school in Toronto, Canada’s metropole. His uncle Jérôme showed him a collection of Physique, Muscle Builder and Muscle Power magazines. This handsome man had well-developed pecs, abs and ass. He begged his nephew to fuck him rough and tough. He got hard just by admiring his uncle’s smooth firm butt. Without any experience, he pounded him hard and deep… just like a pro! Three years later, Ron desperately wants to meet more than a Mr. Muscle; he seeks someone who would also be Mr. Right. He is looking for a bodybuilder who could become a lover, a husband (same-sex marriage is legal in Canada since 2005).
There are many fitness centers in Toronto, but only one catering exclusively to gay men. It’s called Barn & Stables[1], and is known to attract bodybuilders mainly in their late 20s. Those who have big bulges proudly wear lycra singlets. They strut their stuff from the power rack to the bench press, from the barbell hip thrust to the leg press machine. Ted and Jed are known to work out together, to help each other when it comes to lifting barbells horizontally. Ted prefers to wear shorts without a jockstrap; he positions himself in a way that enables Jed to see the massive balls hanging out just above his face. Ted lets him kiss and lick those awesome hairy nuts; it’s a prelude to a wrestling match on the rubber matt, ending with a hot 69 applauded by horny bodybuilders.
As mentioned above, Ron’s bulge and ass are popular in the gym, in the locker room, and in the shower. His 21.5 cm rod is cut and veiny, with a 12 cm girth. His nuts have the size of a plum and are kept tight with the help of a cock & ball dual ring. His pubic hair is lightly trimmed to enhance his family jewels. His butt is peachy but not yet as firm as most bodybuilders working out at Barn & Stables. Ron usually gets to fuck some guy in the shower at least once a week.
One day, a new gym colleague called Brad approaches Ron in the locker room to caress his balls. The reaction is speedy: “If you squeeze them, I will get hard and horny, eager to fuck you.” Brad is Black and fully developed, from neck down to the calves. Ron is so much aroused by Brad’s ass that he does not hesitate to bang his hard white prick on the chocolate cakes, then sliding it up & down in the inviting crevice. Moans of pleasure gave him the green light. Ron puts on a condom, lubricates dick and hole, starts shoving his dagger with rhythm, and reaches a too quick explosion.
“I would be more comfortable having sex with you at my place, if you care to do it again, of course”, says Ron.
“I sure do, replies Brad! I would also like to be intimate.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, cuddling, caressing and kissing...”
Ron can’t believe what is happening. A strikingly gorgeous Black guy is interested in bonding with him. Brad is 1.88 cm, weighs 82.4 kg, has short curly hair, a smooth body, and a gorgeous smile. He is well-hung, uncut, and likely bottom. Ron proposes to meet for dinner on the weekend. They both suggest Sambucas on Church Street; they both order Atlantic salmon filet crusted with fine herbs and black pepper, seared and covered with a light citrus cream sauce, served with rice pilaf. They select a bottle of Vouvray French white wine. Throughout the meal, they get to know each other outside the gym focus. Between questions and answers, they play footsie, and nonchalantly touch hands.
When they get to his apartment building, at 50 Alexander Street, Ron can not resist saying that he lives in the Tower which is part of the Village Green complex, where tenants are 98% gay and refer to their round structure as “The Vaseline Tower”, a hint that there’s ass fucking on each floor. They are the only ones in the elevator, and as soon as the door closes, Brad kisses Ron passionately, feeling his partner melting in his arms. They get off on the 9th floor and walk hand in hand to 908, a manly decorated bachelor suite: black leather sofa, metal lamp, gray granite coffee table, reproduction of a Tom of Finland drawing (man reading a book nestled in the ass crack of his lover), kitchenette with stainless steel appliances, queen size bed covered in forest green sheets.
As soon as they sit down on the leather sofa, Brad invites Ron to cuddle up. He gently caresses him on the cheek, whispers sweet words, tickles him on the ribs, hugs him vigorously and kisses him again but with more passion. Ron reacts with a devoted reciprocity, proudly showing his hard-on. Sucking each other is no doubt in the back of their mind, but the two love birds prefer to exchange on the affectionate stir-up that is occurring right now. They both dream of a long-term relationship. They both want to bond in all possible ways: socially, intellectually, emotionally, sexually. When Brad stretches out on the sofa, holding Ron in his arms, their bulges frot, their carnal desires quintuple. “I want to spend the night with you, says Ron. Let’s shower together, let’s explore our bodies, let’s make love.”
White skin against black skin under a jet of hot water couldn’t be more exciting. Soaping your partner’s cock and asshole is so fucking intoxicating. Once vigorously dried, the two men dive onto the forest green sheets and suck each other greedily. There is no need to exchange a word. It’s obvious that Brad wants to be fucked, and that Ron wants to pound a chocolate butt. “I wish I could fill your trunk with my junk, honey, but it’s best to use a condom until we have both tested negative at the HIV clinic.” They make a note to book an appointment Monday evening. Meanwhile, the two lovers explore eating each other’s ass and peeing on each other’s hole when they shower again.
Ron and Brad both test HIV negative. Fucking goes one step further when Brad explains how Ron can taste his own jizz dripping from his lover’s shit hole. Felching is now as often on the agenda as 69. Ron invites Brad to move in with him at The Vaseline Tower. The two lovers obviously train together at Barn & Stables. They purposely bump into each other during their bodybuilding exercises in order to frot their bulges and to kiss under the watchful eye of horny dudes.
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[1] The Barn & the Stables was a legendary gay nightclub that opened in 1975 at 418 Church St. in what is now Toronto’s Gay Village. It was more than just a nightclub: it was a place where gay men could dance and celebrate their identity at a time when they weren’t welcome to do so anywhere else. It wasn’t safe on the streets, the policemen were not gay-friendly, there was a need for a sort of safe haven to be with people like yourself. The Barn & the Stables was a large part of Toronto’s gay history when it closed down in 2012, at the centre of Church Street’s ongoing condo boom. Note: naming a gay fitness center by the name of this icon bar is pure fiction.
