Free Gym Boys by Shane Allison

his abdomen and his pressed against mine.
    I covered his mouth with mine and shoved my tongue between his lips, tasting orange marmalade and wine when our tongues met. He slipped one hand between us, wrapped his fist around my cock and began tugging at it. I didn’t want to come too soon, so I pushed his hand away.
    Trevor ended our kiss by pulling away and turning his back. He grabbed the lube, twisted off the top and handed the tube to me. As I slathered a good bit of it up and down the length of my cock, Trevor bent over the bed, braced his knees against the mattress and thrust his ass up at me. I squeezed a good dollop of lube into his asscrack and then used my fingers to massage the tight pucker of his asshole. Soon it opened to one lube-slickened finger and I pistoned my finger in and out. When he seemed relaxed, I pulled my finger free and pressed the head of my cock against Trevor’s asshole.
    I don’t know if he was quite ready, but I pressed forward anyhow, driving my slickened cock deep into him as he cried out. I drew back until only my cockhead remained inside him, and then drove forward again.
    As I fucked the physical therapist, I held tight to one of his hips and reached around him with my free hand. After I wrapped my lube-slickened fist around his stiff cock, I began pumping up and down the length of his shaft, my hand not quite in rhythm with my hips.
    The closer I came to orgasm, the faster I pumped into Trevor’s ass and the faster my hand stroked his cock. He came first, firing a glob of cum onto the sheets and covering my fist with his sexual effluent.
    I released my grip on his cock even though he was still coming, and grabbed his other hip. I slammed into him another dozen times, each thrust harder and faster than the one before it.
    And then I came.
    I came hard, emptying my balls inside his ass as I pressed myself tight against him. My heart beat wildly inside my chest and for a moment I worried that I had overexerted myself. Even as I thought that, I knew that I didn’t care.
    When I caught my breath and my cock finally stopped spasming in Trevor’s ass, I pulled away and flopped onto the bed, barely missing the wet spot he’d created. He climbed into bed beside me.
    â€œThink that would have broken the EKG?” I asked.
    â€œI’m sure of it,” he said, out of breath. “It almost broke me.”
    Trevor spent the night, and the next morning we fucked again. I expected him to leave after I prepared breakfast and we cleaned the dishes from the night before, but he had another idea.
    â€œYou’re not going to find a gym if I leave you to your own devices,” he said, “so get dressed and come with me.”
    I did as instructed and soon we were walking into a gym not far from the cardiopulmonary rehabilitation center, one where the men at the workout machines were serious about their workouts. The place smelled of sweat and testosterone and the men were dressed in sweats and sleeveless T-shirts. The only music came from the clanking of weights and the grunting of men lifting.
    At Trevor’s insistence, I joined the gym that day, and when we aren’t working out together in my bedroom, we’re working out together at the gym he made me join.
    I’m now more buff than I’ve ever been, I’ve rebuffed the advances of several of the gym’s other members and my cardiologist gets happier each time I have a checkup.
    Surgery may have repaired my damaged heart, but my physical therapist repaired my broken heart.

JOCKSTRAPS
Oleander Plume
    I was a freshman in college when my addiction started.
    Despite the fact that I loathed the game, I signed up to be equipment manager for the football team just to be near those heavenly boys. Tall and husky, with bulging muscles that stirred a hunger deep inside my balls. I loved watching them interact in the locker room after a game. Hard bodies drenched with sweat, emitting musk like wild