Peek Hours at the Gym

About two years ago, I used to work at Metro City Muscle, the largest independently-owned gym in the city. My boss was "The Big D"-Danny Barrett. A big, blond, open-faced bear of a man, he was a good-natured guy, a divorced father of two kids, both in college. For all the world he reminded me of the guy who used to play Wojo from the old "Barney Miller" series, but with a lot less hair on his head, and eyes that I thought were a lot bluer. Plus, he had this gap in his front teeth that for some reason I found to be sexy as hell.

Danny was a big believer in what he was selling, which was fitness, of course, and his body showed it. Like most guys, he worked obsessively on his upper torso, so he had one of the best, most defined chests I've ever seen. Hugely cut bi's and tri's gave him one big fucking set of guns to match it. Good thing, too, because as much as he loved working out, he still loved his beer and pizza just as much, so the result was that he still carried a lttile paunch around the middle. He never worked on his huge, muscular legs and bubble butt, which mystified a lot of the guys around the gym, who always asked him how he did it. He used the treadmill for an hour in the morning every day, and that was it. No squats, no leg presses. Gotta love how good genes work for some people.

Being a big people person, he could chat with and charm some really difficult personalities, which is always a good talent to have for somebody who owns and runs a place like MCM. Legend has it that Danny never sat down with a potential member who wouldn't be signed up before they walked out the front door. I certainly wouldn't turn him down. Sure, there were guys who weren't cursed with male-pattern baldness who also had better bodies, but there was something unexplainable about Big D. I mean, friendliness and a sense of humor are always sexy, but there was something simmering just underneath his sunny exterior.something I couldn't quite figure out and no one else seemed to notice.

Then, late one evening, I found out exactly what it was. And I'll never forget it.

Like every other gym, we'd get members of every shape, size and background, and there are some that seem to keep the clientele buzzing. Tyrone Martinez was definitely one of them. Ty was Black/Chinese/Latino, if I remember it right, and one of the hottest, most physically beautiful men I'd ever laid eyes on. Most guys of mixed heritage are, but Ty was gorgeous enough to be exactly what he was: a model. He had started working out at MCM back when all Danny had to offer was a flat bench, two barbells and a rusty rack of dumbbells, and it seemed like Ty's hot body and his career had grown as big and fast as the gym had.

Watching Ty go through his routine was one of the reasons why I stayed working there longer than just a few months. He wore a very brief, body-hugging pair of silk Nike shorts and matching cross-trainers, and that was it. He could be doing anything: leg lifts, bicep curls, cable pulls, it didn't matter. The way every muscle in his long, lean torso stood out in relief was so fucking breathtaking, that people nearby would stop in the middle of their sets to watch him, I shit you not. One time I saw him stretching on a mat doing pelvic thrusts, and I almost dropped a 45-lb. Ivanko plate on my big toe.

Being away so much while working, Ty didn't come in very often except when he was taking a break or concentrating on prepping for a bodybuilding contest, something he did as a side hobby. Our membership rates were a lot higher for clients who used the gym during peak hours (6-9 a.m. and 5-8 p.m.), and lower for the hours following those periods, but because he was so tight with Big D, Ty got the off-peak membership rates no matter what time he came in. Those rates were about the only thing that Danny could be inflexible about, and I don't remember anyone else ever being offered that kind of a deal.

Until Ty got his buddy signed up. And that's where things really get interesting.

Giovanni de Marchelliers was the guy's name, this French/Italian hottie from who was visiting from Quebec, to hopefully get hooked up with the same agency that represented Ty. Gino was another hottie, with a thick, ripped, college athlete's bod. The main problem? The guy not only had only the second most incredible ass in the world next to Ty's, but except with his close friend, Gino was an ass. When he signed up on a week's guest pass to MCM, neither Danny nor I had any idea that Gino and Ty were buds. Too bad, because it could've saved a lot of the friction that developed at first.

He bugged a lot of folks, leering at the girls in aerobics class and making comments to some of them that would've made Andrew Dice Clay blush; downgrading some of the guys about their weights and reps while they were working out. When he busted out sets himself, it was a breathtaking sight for sure, but always punctuated by theatrical grunts, groans and screams, followed by dropping barbells and dumbbells at the end of each set, with a loud, crashing thud that shook the entire gym. This, by the way, was one of Big D's Top Ten Pet Peeves.

During that first week that Gino was there, Danny must've asked him about three seperate times as nicely as possible not to do it. He might as well have been talking to the Pinball Wizard-Gino played deaf, dumb and blind really well.

"Jeffy," he said to me after several sessions of this, "I may have to break my stride here, and do the unthinkable. When Gino goes to sign up with us, I may have to turn him down."

I was thunderstruck. "Hey, what did you do with my boss? Bring him back here, now!" I cracked. "The Big D would never refuse someone a membership!"

"Well, he's a nice-looking kid, and he has a lot of potential if he wants to do something with it, but he's got way too much attitude. And I'm running a gym here, not a day-care center for muscle babies."

I could tell from the grim look that was very seldom seen on his face, he wasn't kidding.

The day after our conversation, I was giving the main floor a once-over, collecting stray newspapers and magazines and gathering up the plexiglass racks that hold them on the bikes and treadmills, when Ty came in, smiling as usual. He gave me the high sign and I waved back, looking forward to his workout. Those visuals always make for good mental soft-core porn, resulting in soiled sheets on many a late night.

Turning to make his way back into the men's room, who should he bump into coming out but Gino. I couldn't make out what was being said, but Gino growled something at Ty, who wasn't about to back down, and he said something back, shoving the big lunkhead. Oh, shit, I thought. I'm pretty good-sized myself, since I take full advantage of the free membership I get for working here, but we're talking about two really big guys. I wondered if I'd end up having to call the cops.

Gino shoved Ty right back and suddenly they started grappling, grabbing each other's heads and wrestling around, grunting loudly. I dropped everything and ran to the office to get Danny.

"I see it," he said, already halfway out of his office when I got there. He nodded at the security monitor near his desk. It had been installed some time ago, when peoples' wallets had started turning up missing from the men's room. The cameras were placed at points in the hallway ceiling on opposite ends of the main corridor, and outside of both the men's and women's dressing rooms. I could see Ty and Gino fighting on the screen.

"Want me to call 911?" I called after him.

"Gimme a sec," Danny shouted back.

I watched the monitor again, ready to spring for the phone. They were wrapped in this tight bear hug, nearly bouncing off the walls now, and was Ty.laughing? Holy shit. I grinned with relief. They knew each other, and had just been fucking around. As I watched, Danny got out to the men's room entrance, ready for a confrontation. At first he looked puzzled, but then broke into a grin himself, slapping at Ty's big shoulder as he re-introduced the wayward Gino to his gym-owner buddy. I breathed a sigh of relief as they headed back towards the sales office, Big D leading the way.

A few minutes later, I came back into the office to check the receiver; there was a lot of static on the station Big D had set it to (we didn't have XM Radio yet), and he came in, smiling broadly.

"Okay, I get it," I said, cocking an eyebrow. "You're the cat. So who's the poor canary?"

"I signed Gino to a two-year contract," he beamed. "Same deal as Ty."

Here I was, speechless again. "I thought you were gonna ban him from here at the end of the trial period! Some members are NOT gonna be happy campers when they find out."

"I don't think there'll be a problem. Ty will be a calming influence on Gino. Besides, like the man said: membership has its privileges."

And he got that cat/canary look again as he sat down to grab some more paperwork. What was up with my boss?

I'm sure I already knew the answer back then. I just wasn't ready to believe it yet. Yes, Danny was one hunky daddy, maybe as much because of his physical quirks rather than in spite of them. Some nights, rolling the slick head of my cock in my sweaty palm, making my own toes curl with delight, I drifted into Fantasyland wondering: what it would be like to get down and dirty with Big D? Would it be weird, or as hot as I imagined it with any good-looking daddy stud his age? Would it be better, because we knew and liked each other outside of work as much as on-duty hours?

We partnered up on occasion in the free weights section, and lifting with him resulted in some of my best workouts, though I have to admit to being more distracted at times than I would've been otherwise. Not that I minded. But since Danny was straight as far as anyone knew, I figured I'd never find out what it would be like to fuck the boss.

The skinny on Gino's membership, according to co-worker gossip was this: Ty and Gino were both signed up on one of our "fitness buddy" specials. One payment would cover both of them, but the catch was that they both would have to abide by the off-peak hour rules. Which was fine by them, since their most convenient workout time together was after eight, when the evening crowd thinned out. It was practically deserted by ten, anyway. Perfect for Gino's grunting and screaming, when nobody would be bothered by him.

One Friday night, I'd just finished my last set on the Hammer Strength military press machine, and the workout. Drenched with sweat and panting like Seabiscuit, I lurched to a halt only to watch Gino at the cables, groaning mightily, with Ty standing behind him holding onto his arms, egging him on through a grueling set of forced reps. My dick stirred in my damp shorts, getting interested. Time to take care of that.

I met Danny coming out of the showers, blond fur glistening on his broad, hard chest, towel wrapped around his thick waist, his sweat pants slung over one big shoulder. "Getting' ready to hit it, Jeffy?" he grinned, patting my arm.

"You have no idea, boss," I groaned. I thought I'd mastered the monster, but my one-eyed friend was still wide awake down there, registering the interest I apparently had in the thick, firm nipples capping Danny's awesome pecs.

The hot water felt great on my tired muscles as I let the spray do its work. My hard cock was rewarded with a few caresses, but nothing I committed to. I wanted to save that for later, when I had plenty of privacy, lube and time to conjure up visions of Big D, Ty and Gino in the world's hottest three-way.

Toweling off, I pulled on my own green pair of MCM sweat pants and my flip-flops, going to say goodnight to the boss. I went into his office, only to find it empty. I turned to leave, figuring that maybe he was out on the main floor, shooting the shit with the guys.

Then I heard it: a low moan, like somebody was in pain.

I stopped, listened for a second. Maybe I was hearing things.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck, yeah."

That was no hallucination. It was the way I had imagined I would someday hear Danny moan if I ever got my hungry lips around the shaft of his thick, delicious daddy-bear dick. And it was coming from the file room.

The file room was located just off of the main office, in the back near the stereo rack where the receiver and CD players were. There was an old desk in it, rows of file cabinets filled with old records, nothing special. But I hadn't been back there in quite a while. Not since the camera system had been installed, when Danny had thought about putting the monitor back there instead of the main office where it was.

But what if.?

Stepping out of my flips, I padded softly back through the office to the little alcove that led to the door of the file room. The door was cracked open slightly, just enough to let light through, and let me see.

I now realized that my imagination would never measure up to absolute reality. There was my boss, Danny, at the hottest and hunkiest I have ever seen any man, and that includes Ty and Gino. He was stark-raving naked, his towel and pants on the floor beside him. He was leaning on the back legs of the chair he was sitting in, bare feet braced on the edge of the desk, the needy stalk of his thick, throbbing dick waving against his cute little blond bear belly in the light of the monitor that was on the desk between his wide-spread legs. He worked his big nipples with both hands, alternating between palm and fingertip strokes, his bottom lip caught between the sexy gap in his teeth as he tried to stifle the groans of pleasure that made his big chest heave.

"Aw, man, yeah. Kiss him. That's right. Stroke that big fuckin' cock."

As if giving himself orders instead of the porn stars on the screen, he reached down with one hand to do just that, his head rolling back as his muscles tightened, stopping just short of cumming as he went back to his nipples, breathing quick and ragged.

That was all I needed, all I could stand. Trying to control myself, I slipped off my pants, spitting into my hand and smearing it on my cock, standing up so hard now I thought it might break off with the first stroke.

"Well, Jeffy, don't just stand there! Get your ass in here and spot me."

I froze in horny shock and surprise. Still working his chest, Danny was looking dead at me with that cat/canary grin. And guess who the canary was? All pretense aside, I stepped in and closed the door, my bobbing dick leading the way.

"Guess now that you know, you oughta see everything," he said, nodding at the monitor.

My jaw hit the floor about the same time my dick climbed up over my navel, aiming due north against my belly. During the set-up of the surveillance system, Danny somehow had remote feeds installed directly into the men's locker room, the showers, which were communal, and the sauna. From behind him, I could clearly see the shower room, and underneath one of the steamy nozzles, locked in a horny kiss, were Ty and Gino, stroking each other's hot bodies and super-sized schlongs. As I gaped, Ty fell to both knees and gulped down Gino's uncut sausage like it was a toothpick. Whatever he was doing must've been awesome, too, because he hunched into his buddy's face, hands on both of Ty's wide shoulders as he came up on his toes, his legs trembling, ass pumping.

"Oh yeah FUCK yeah," Big D moaned again, taking both hands from his chest and using them to stroke his dick now.

I don't know if that was my cue, but fuck if I wasn't going to take advantage of it. Leaning in, I locked onto his left pec with one hand, and used my mouth on the right one, tongue and teeth getting busy.

"OHHHHHHHHAAAAAWWWWW," Danny sobbed, grabbing the back of my head, my leaking dick nudging the hollow between his neck and shoulder. "Goddamn, kid," he hissed, squirming under me, "you do this like you been living for it."

I'm glad he reminded me. There was something I had been wanting to do for a long time, and now I would get my chance. After I switched up on his nips and had him panting even harder, I pulled away, dropping to my knees and crawling under his legs until I came back up directly between them. I caught a glimpse on-screen of Ty bending Gino over, getting ready to sink his prick into the portal between those creamy cheeks, but I wasn't into that now. Danny and I might jerk off to that together some other time, but right now, this blond daddy bear was mine.

I know I shocked him when I skipped the temptation of his big cock and head-banger balls, diving right for the sweet musk of his hole, each lash of my tongue driving wordless grunts and sobs out of him so deep and constant, he sounded like an imitation of Cro-Magnon man. He only pulled my head up long enough to wheeze out, "FUCK, man, you better stop unless you want me to cum right now!"

I backed off and plopped my ass right down on the desk in front of him, completely blocking the monitor.

"I'm the canary, remember?" I prompted.

"Oh, hell, yeah," Danny said. Swinging his feet to the floor, he scooted the chair up to me like he'd just hit an all-you-can-eat buffet, and I put my feet on the armrests as he leaned in, slipping a spit-lubed finger up my hot hole as he gulped down my hard-on. I had to hold onto the edge of the desk for dear life, as he rode my dick like a carnival ride for his throat, diving down until his lips caressed my pubes each time. Once I fell back against the monitor, and startled, I let go of the desk and reflexively grabbed his pecs instead for balance. I was squeezing pretty hard and he groaned happily, accelerating his gulping speed.

Instinctively, I let go for a second and smacked his chest hard, alternating hands. He was jerking himself in a blur, the muscles in his arm tightening as his hand moved so fast you could barely see it. He let out a muffled bellow with each chest-slap, then stood up, suddenly, my wet, throbbing hose plopping back onto my stomach as he hoisted my heels up on his shoulders, hunching into me as he pressed our dicks together.

He bit his lip again and he looked so hot doing it, I couldn't help myself. I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled us closer, offering him my mouth, which he devoured greedily.

I broke away and gasped into his ear as I licked it, "Fuck me, Big D. Fuck me now, just like Ty's fuckin' Gino."

"Can't son," he groaned. "'Cuz yer daddy's bout to CUM!"

Our foreheads pressed together, we both watched as he jacked our cocks, pressed together tightly in his big fists. His eyes squeezed shut, his whole body heaved and shuddered as he let out a cry like he was falling off a cliff. Warm spoogy jets splatted on my chin, high on my shoulder, bull's-eyed on my sternum and cascaded down to my balls as he came from somewhere down in the bottom of his bull-sized bear balls, and I was right behind him, the jizz pouring out of me like a busted faucet. Caught up in the orgasm, I squeezed his hard nips again and he let out a low bellow, several more jets jumping from the end of his dick. Holding me in his huge arms, we fell back into the chair together with me in his lap, both of us more spent than we'd ever been by a workout.

"You know you're fired, kid," he said, after we got some of our wind back.

I raised my head from his chest. "Say what?"

"I gotta fire you. How in the hell am I gonna be able to concentrate on work with you around? All I'll be thinkin' about is your big cock and your sweet ass, and I don't think..."

It was something like a wolf's howl crossed with a lion's roar, and even back here in the inner office, we both heard it pretty clearly. Our eyes went to the monitor together, as we saw Ty and Gino. Ty had one arm wrapped around Gino's massive chest, the other stroking his big piece as he leaned against his roaring buddy, giving up the ghost and then some as his huge load jetted out of him, splattering across the tiled shower floor. As Gino's howls tapered down into sighs, he and Ty kissed tenderly, and then they did something I wasn't expecting in a trillion years. They both looked up toward the hidden camera, mouthed the words, "Hey, Big D!", then gave us both the thumbs-up sign.

I looked at him in disbelief. "You mean to tell me...they KNEW about this set-up?"

Danny smiled, that same sunny PR smile that everybody gets the moment they walk through the door. "Of course, dummy! Ty and I are fuck-buds from way back. He was the first guy I hooked up with after Tracy and I separated. He was always into what he calls "X-treme exhibitionism." I had no idea that he knew Gino, but as you can see, that turned out to be a big plus."

"And you don't use this monitor during the day?"

"When the fuck would I have time? You know what it's like out there, especially on Fridays and Saturdays! Besides, only the security guy and I know about the monitor back here. Part of a couple of favors he owed me," he grinned, pinching one of my nips playfully.

"I never use it unless I know Ty's bringing a friend in for a workout. Sometimes all he and his buddies do is that. And other times, they do a little bit more. Some of the guys know about the cam, some don't. But it works out for both of us. Ty and his buds get off, and so do I."

"So membership does have its privileges," I marveled. "And you're firing me. What's that gonna solve? You'll be horny and I'll be horny, homeless and broke. Isn't there a way we can both get what we want?"

He pulled me to him, biting and kissing my chest lightly. "You bet your sweet sexy ass, Jeffy," he laughed.

So after a successful twelve years, Danny Barrett sold Metro City Muscle to the L.A. Fitness chain. When his divorce was finalized, he pulled up stakes and moved to Seattle. We've kept in touch by email constantly, and here's what he told me just last week.

Ty moved to Washington as well and lives only ten miles away from Big D's new place. Gino, who stays with Ty when he's not away working, went back to Quebec to wrap up a few loose ends, and start the process of getting citizenship and moving in with Ty permanently.

Up until now, I'd been paying the bills with a video store gig, while Danny put the finishing touches on a new venture he started with the money he got from selling the gym: FAV, or Four Amigos Video. Big D will be founder, CEO, producer and director of the movies, and he already has two of his stars, 'Ty Nottingham' and 'Giovanni 'Jean-Claude' Baguette.'

He sent his third tentative star, assistant and co-producer a plane ticket to Seattle; a nice guy who I should know pretty well, since I see him in my mirror every morning, and he'll be going by the name 'Jeff Donnaldson.'

Which is why I'm packing my suitcase right now.

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