It’d been a busy day, and before he realised it, Patrick looked up from his PC and saw he was alone in a deserted office, apart from the cleaners, who were starting to do their rounds. Checking his watch, he realised it was almost 9pm – yet another 14 hour day. He sighed to himself, thinking that there should be more to life than the constant grind of the graduate scheme he’d landed. He went to log off, and saw that his new gym buddy, Mark was still showing as online in the office “…you still here too?” he typed.
“Just finishing up this latest round of testing – you wanna go for a beer?”
“Yeah – but need to work out first – you coming?”
“Sure – see you downstairs in 5”
They’d met at the gym a few months ago one lunch time, and got chatting – soon establishing they worked at the same bank, and quickly after that developed a routine where they worked out together a few times a week, either at lunch or after work. They’d both joined as part of graduate recruitment – both were 25, and graduates from top universities, doing similar courses. It turned out that they had played rugby against each other during their uni days – but neither of them remembered the other.
What they’d only discovered a few weeks ago was the fact that they were both bisexual; and one night after a few drinks they’d ended up in bed. This had developed into another routine of casual fuck buddies – they shagged less often than they worked out together, but enjoyed a night of sex together once or twice a month if they weren’t dating someone else at the time. The sex had got increasingly better as they got to know each other’s bodies, needs and desires; they were both truly versatile – both enjoying being fucked as much as they enjoyed fucking. Patrick enjoyed giving head, but was largely indifferent about receiving it, which suited Mark fine, who loved nothing more than letting someone suck him long and slow, teasing his cock with their tongue, and sucking him dry when he finally came.
They’d both pushed their sexual boundaries with each other vastly – the first time they’d slept together, they’d barely done anything apart from some mutual wanking. Over time, this had progressed to oral – with Patrick discovering his preference for, and skill of sucking cock; finally moving onto fucking – Patrick had convinced Mark to Patrick fuck him one night with a particularly large number of tequila shooters at the bar. Mark’s arse had been sore for days after – in a good way; he’d engineered another night out not long afterwards, after which he’d fucked Patrick for the first time.
They dodged the bars, and headed for the gym – deserted at this time of night, which suited them both fine – no waiting for a turn on the equipment, no crowds of New Year resolution types that filled the place for January and February, disappearing for ever in the first week of March. They checked in, and headed for the change rooms, grabbing a towel each on the way.
Patrick stripped off his suit, hanging it carefully in the locker along with the rest of his work clothes, standing naked, rummaging through his rucksack looking for his kit. He retrieved a red and black jockstrap, gym shorts and a singlet, slipping the jock on, adjusting his dick so that it sat comfortably in the pouch. Mark watched as Patrick adjusted the straps of his jock so they hugged tightly around his arse, remembering the last time they’d shagged a few days before. He’d topped Patrick that time, fucking his tight arse from behind, doggy style – it had been first time they’d not used a condom, and they’d both loved the feeling of raw sex. They’d both cum almost simultaneously – the feeling of Mark shooting his load deep inside his arse triggering Patrick’s orgasm, spraying all over the kitchen floor.
Mark quickly thought of other things – not wanting to get a boner in the gym. He too stripped completely naked before slipping on gym shorts and a tshirt. The material of the shorts hung loosely down and as he moved, every now and then clearly outlining the thick shaft and cut cockhead of his dick. The sight of Mark’s dick made Patrick’s mind roam back to the last time they’d fucked – the feeling of the fat, cut cock slipping inside his arse, stretching it wide to the point of being painful; the feeling hot cum spraying his insides made his dick twitch.
They locked their stuff up, and headed for the gym floor, Mark shoving a baseball cap on his head backwards as they left the room. “Douchebag…” muttered Patrick, grinning.
“What??!” replied Mark “… it keeps the sweat out of my eyes”
“Yeah – trying to be 18 again”
They could see the gym was completely deserted – staff had gone home for the night, and a sign sat on the reception desk – “Use the Gym after Hours at your own risk, call 53332 for an emergency”. They hit the treadmills, and after 15 minutes were dripping with sweat, the lack of air conditioning making it hotter than usual. Mark stripped off his tshirt – throwing it into a corner, revealing his muscled torso, arms and shoulders, saying “fuck this – it’s way too hot, and there’s no one here anyway”. Patrick did the same – and they briefly stood and admired each other’s sweaty torsos under the harsh white lights. Mark spoke first – “fuck – this is making me horny – shall we skip the beer after and go straight to mine?”
Patrick grinned “I was going to suggest the same….but why wait? There’s no one here, and I’d quite like to suck your dick on this weight bench…” He undid the drawstring of his shorts, letting them fall to the ground, flinging them across to join his singlet. His boner was clearly visible, pressing the fabric of his jock outward. Marks dick had started to lengthen and thicken; his cockhead pressing against his shorts, the circumcised head clearly visible. He stripped naked, and his erection, now fully hard pointed at the ceiling. He lay down on the bench, legs apart, feet firmly on the floor. Patrick dropped to his knees, and swallowed Mark’s dick down in a single movement, the sweaty, musty taste of his prick tingling on his tongue. He wrapped his wet lips tightly around Mark’s shaft and slid up and down, pausing at the tip to run his tongue around the mushroom head and play with the piss slit, from which the first taste of precum was appearing. Mark groaned, reached behind himself and grabbed the weights bench, arms behind his head, revealing his pits and showing off his muscular arms.
Patrick started to lick on Mark’s balls, his tongue moving over the hairy sack, probing further and further down. He put each nut in his mouth, one at a time, holding them firmly with his lips, pulling them back, enjoying the moans he got back in response. He pushed in deeper, and felt Mark lift his legs up and out over his head, revealing his arse in front of Patrick’s face. Tentatively, Patrick leant forward, and touched his tongue to Mark’s hole; it tasted of sweat and the same musty tang that he’d licked from his dick a few seconds before. He buried his face between the cheeks, licking and lapping at Mark’s arsehole, the first time he’d ever rimmed someone, running his tongue around and around the hole, before pressing it in the middle, feeling the tip slide in as Mark groaned in appreciation. Saliva mixed with the sweat, and soon he was slipping his tongue in and out of the hole, the action lubricating it with spit.
Patrick got to his feet and let his jockstrap fall to the floor, his dick now rock hard, his foreskin pulled back to reveal a glistening cockhead, dripping with precum. He wanked his dick a few times, milking some more pre from it, and greasing his shaft with it. Kneeling forward, he pressed it against Mark’s exposed hole, before slipping the entire length inside in a single, slow movement – this sudden invasion taking Mark by surprise, making him cry out. Patrick pushed in as deep as he could, leaning forward, and burying his face in Mark’s exposed pits, tongue working around the left, across his chest into the right side. He kept still, his prick buried deep inside but not moving, and chewed and licked Mark’s nipples, waiting until he felt Mark wrap his legs around his back – taking this as a sign Mark was ready to go on.
He started to pump his hips back and forth – his dick sliding all the way in and out, Mark moaning each time his hole was stretched wide to admit Patricks cockhead. Their torsos were pressed together – Patrick’s weight grinding their chests together, the hairs that covered his abs rubbing up and down Mark’s cock that was currently trapped between their heaving bodies, making him moan as they rasped across his sensitive cockhead. He took Marks left nipple between his teeth and bit down – gently at first, getting harder and harder until Mark gasped in pain. Letting go, he replaced his teeth with his lips gently licking the nipple, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He repeated the process with the right side – and was again rewarded with cries of pain & pleasure from Mark.
“You keep doing that, and I’m going to cum very, very soon” panted Mark.
Patrick grinned, and bit down hard again, at the same time grinding his dick harder in and out of Mark’s arse. This time, when he released his teeth, Mark cried out as his dick erupted and hot, sticky cum sprayed from the end, trapped between their heaving bodies, the spunk acting as lubrication as their abs and chests slid together. Mark’s trapped cockhead shot spurt after spurt, still being stimulated by the movement of their slippery bodies. Patrick moved his body upright, grabbed Mark’s ankles, and continued to fuck him as the last few drops of spunk shot from the end of his dick, joining the mess that was already covering his chest. He was getting closer and closer, his nuts swelling and aching for release; he moaned, and started to shoot just as he pulled his dick out, the first few spurts of cum spraying all over Matts nutsack and crack – he slipped back inside, his dick still spurting and dropped the rest of his load deep inside.
Patrick fell to the floor, and Mark lay back on the bench, both panting and sweating. Mark was the first to get up, using his gym towel to wipe spunk from his body, balls and arse, finally cleaning a few drops that had spilled on the weights bench. They both dressed, and headed to the locker room, getting changed. “So … you want that beer? Or should we go for round two at mine?”