Vaccinated

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

For a nanosecond, Scott was annoyed at his uncle. It wasn’t like him to forget, or be late. But he couldn’t stay angry at him for any length of time. Scott idolised Jake and worshipped the very ground he walked on.

It has always been that way, ever since Scott could remember. Uncle Jake, dad’s brother, was only six years older than him, at 24. It wasn’t just their relatively close ages that explained their closeness - though that certainly helped - Scott had a cousin on his mum’s side about Uncle Jake’s age, but they were not at all close.

Uncle Jake had always been a mentor and a confidant. Scott felt comfortable discussing anything and everything with Uncle Jake, unlike his parents. Uncle Jake never judged, yelled or tried to ground him.

He remembered one time a year or so ago when he was given a packet of cigarettes by some kid at school. He’d tried one, didn’t really like it (coughing his lungs up did not help), but his mum had found the packet at the bottom of his bag. He STILL hears about that now and again from his parents. But, what stills stings to this day, and is something he’ll never forget, is the discussion he’d had with Uncle Jake. That he had so bitterly disappointed Uncle Jake hurt more than anything ever had before in his entire life, and he swore black and blue that he would never take up smoking or try any other illicit drugs. Though he’d been offered various drugs he had stayed true to his word to his Uncle.

More recently, Uncle Jake decided he was old enough to start some weight training, and his parents reluctantly agreed. Neither of his parents were much into fitness, and his mum in particular worried about stunting his growth. He was already taller than any other kid in his year *eye roll*.

He’d already done some cardio and general fitness work with Uncle Jake - including stretching, pilates, yoga and various self-defence techniques - but he was excited to start weight training proper.

To his chagrin, he was still a virgin. He’d kissed a few girls, and that made him even more eager to pop his cherry.

He’d discussed his concerns with Uncle Jake, who said not to get hung up about it - when the time was right, and he found the right girl, it would happen naturally. He then joked around and said, besides, Scott shared the same studly genes he had, and he never had a problem getting laid. Scott believed that last part. Uncle Jake never bragged or boasted, but he’d hear him talk with his dad about how much sex he had when his dad would ask. Not boasting, just stating facts. His dad was trying to live vicariously, no doubt.

When he was younger, Uncle Jake had had “the talk” with him and, though he’d learned some of that stuff in school sex ed, he had questions that he was too embarrassed to ask in class. Uncle Jake was frank, open and honest and answered all of his questions. He emphasised the need for safe sex, not only to prevent STIs, but also pregnancy. He still had questions that he had yet to ask, but he would.

When he had his first wet dream, he called Uncle Jake at 3am to ask him what to do and what it meant. Uncle Jake was always there for him.

He had a bully when he was a few years younger. He was too scared to tell his parents, but when he told Uncle Jake, he came down to the school and had a talk with the bully. To this day, he’s not sure what Uncle Jake said, but the bully not only stopped bullying him, but all the other kids he was bullying, and was actually friendly to Scott!

Soon, he would ask Uncle Jake to teach him to drive. He was absolutely looking forward to that, though he had the feeling Uncle Jake would not let him drive his car.

* * *

As he drove to pick up Scott, his thoughts kept returning to Amber. Not for the first time, he wondered whether he should just smash and get it over with.

No, he had genuine feelings for her. They were friends, and he felt something with her that he hadn’t felt with anyone else - guy or girl. But, damn, was she smoking.

He was certain she wanted to jump his bones earlier as he was driving her home. Her lips were extra luscious and plump, her nipples were rock hard - and it was not a cold day - and he caught her checking him out on more than one occasion.

Who wouldn’t check me out? He thought as he adjusted his chubbed up dick. Who wouldn't get hard thinking of Amber? He thought.

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

He could hear the car before he saw it. He walked out and stood by the kerb, ready for his pickup. As the car thundered up, his pulse quickened. It was a beautiful car, and he couldn’t wait to get the chance to drive it. He’d convince his uncle, he was sure of it. Deep down, he was just a big old softie.

“Hi Uncle Jake.”

“Hey buddy, I’m so sorry I’m late. I had an… interesting night last night, and a busy morning this morning, it just slipped my mind. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Interesting night, huh? I can imagine.”

“Nothing like that, get your mind out of the gutter,” he laughed. “No, it’s a long story, but I’ve got the opportunity to continue my work researching that new class of vaccines.”

He didn’t understand even half of what his uncle did, but he knew it was important work and was happy that his uncle seemed excited and happy to be able to continue his research.

“So, what are we doing today?”

“It’s really up to you, bud, but I thought we’d stick to the basics like I explained. A full body routine, centred around major compound moves - squats and deadlifts - and then we’ll finish off with some upper body work, get your chest and arms pumped. Curls for the girls, remember.”

He remembered. Vividly.

Watching his uncle lift massive weights, his body pumping his muscles full of blood, veins engorged and exploding all over his body, deep, guttural grunts helping eke out every last ounce of strength to lift the bar, was a truly sensual experience.

He was hot, and the display of strength and power, the controlled mastery of such massive weights, was arousing. He often found himself with an embarrassing public erection watching his uncle work out (but, then, so did many others around him, so his embarrassment was misplaced). He wasn’t even into dudes and, besides, that’s Uncle Jake! But such was the power of the erotic spectacle of his uncle hulking out and showing the weights who’s boss.

As they entered the car park, it was a busy Saturday morning, so they had to park a fair distance from the entrance. As they walked over, members would greet his uncle. He was like a rockstar.

Scott was still amazed by the size of the gym. It’s not surprising his uncle would choose the best of the best - you couldn’t get a body like that playing around at some local chain gym with piddly weights and no equipment geared towards heavy lifts.

The gym was laid out into five main sections – cardio with treadmills, ellipticals, rowers, stair climbers and the like. It was a busy Saturday morning, yet there was still equipment enough that no one had to wait to use any item.

Classes areas, where group fitness classes were held, including a massive spin room.

General fitness, which included boxing equipment, jump ropes, stretching areas, and MMA mats and cordoned off sparring and competition rings.

A wet area had hot tubs, dry saunas and steam rooms, and a massive swimming pool.

And, of course, weight training, by far the biggest area - larger than all the other areas combined, and then some.

The weight training area proper was divided into two sections, light weight and heavy weight, each pretty much duplicating the various machines and equipment, but on one side, the weight stacks started at weights that Scott would not be able to lift, and barbells were stored with multiple plates already loaded; the dumbbell racks on the heavy side stretched the entire length of the area - loading up to truly shocking weights. The heavy side also had ultra heavy duty squat racks and Smith machines and the benches and weight racks were rated for powerlifting and beyond.

An indoor running track snaked around the periphery of the entire facility.

The receptionist smiled as Uncle Jake scanned in, and she dreamily waved Scott through without the need for payment. Uncle Jake had a way of getting what he wanted around here.

They headed over to the lockers, leaving their bags, and prepared to start their workout.

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Luckily, the work commitments I thought I had did not eventuate, so I've had some more time to write.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

She was bitterly disappointed. He did not seem to have any social media profiles. How could someone with such a hot body not want to show it off to the world? It was a testament to his down to earth, humble nature. Oh, well, she would just have to use her memories from this morning. The way his arm rested on the steering wheel, thick, powerful forearm flexed slightly by the pronation of his wrist. The bricks of ab muscles pushing through his tight white tee or, God, his Adonis Belt — that neon-adorned billboard flashing and blinking pointing out the sexy beauty of his bulge, itself an ostentatious advertisement of his potency and virility.

She imagined what it would be like to reveal his cock and balls slowly. Nuzzling into the bulge, encouraging the flow of blood and hardness. Was he cut? Uncut? He was obviously big - but did he grow, or show? Or, maybe, just maybe, he did both; her pulse quickening at the thought.

She imagined suckling on his balls with her lips and tongue, gently pulling and prodding the testicle inside, stoking the production of cum. She knew he had various levels of grooming for his body hair - hairless arms, a light dusting of hair on his chest, the tease of his treasure trail. She couldn’t imagine he did not groom his pubic hair though, by the looks, he did not need any tricks to make his cock seem bigger.

As she imagined, she twisted and inserted the vibrator with her non-dominant hand, ensuring the head moved around her G-spot in varying patterns - while she tweaked the nub of her clitoris with her other hand. She was already wet from imagining him, but as the vibrator touched the spot just so, she’d writhe in pleasure as waves of ecstasy rolled over her entire body.

She imagined his lips and tongue, probing and kissing, circling and sucking. No vibrator could match him, she was sure. He’d kiss her, first gently on the neck, nibbling on her ear lobe playfully, then move to her lips, using his lips to playfully pull on her lower lip. Finally his tongue would enter her mouth and caress hers, alternating between the gentlest of explorations and forcefully using his strength. As he was exploring her mouth with his, his hands would expertly stroke and fondle her body, using his strength to gently knead her pert, plump, ample breasts. Despite his callouses and strong hands, his gentle touch on her nipples would send sparks shooting throughout her body, causing it to writhe uncontrollably in bliss. His lips and tongue joining his hands would trigger the first orgasm, increasing the blood flow and natural lubrication, ready for his ravishing.

While he ministered to her body with his mouth and hands, his cock would harden to full-mast, its prodigious size rising up and resting between the cobblestone blocks of his ab muscles. As he moves around her body and tends to her orally, his cock would bob up and down and dance around his abs, painting a sticky coating of delicious pre-cum for her to lick clean. Before he penetrates her, she orgasms again, wetting his face with her emissions.

As he enters her, he’d flex, engorging his cock and causing the head to butt up against her G-spot. Gently, he’d thrust in and out, rubbing the head of his cock against the spot. Involuntarily, she’d moan and scream as he gifts her another orgasm.

He’d withdraw his cock, coated with his pre and her orgasm, and gently guide her mouth to the flared head. Greedily, she’d attack it, pulling his cock deep into her mouth and down the back of her throat. She had learned to control her gag reflex, allowing his cock to stuff her throat and ram her with abandon. As his cock hit her throat, she’d envelop and massage it with her throat muscles, milking and encouraging more pre-cum.

He’d be gentle, at first, until she indicated she wanted more. At that, his cock engorged even more, the veins snaking up the shaft raising up even higher as more blood was forced into his cock, expanding it and hardening it beyond the steel shaft it already was; his lust peaking as she indicated he could skull fuck her with abandon. He’d orgasm as the first few thrusts of his cock slammed into the back of her throat; she’d smile as her mouth gaped around his member. Orgasmed, but did not ejaculate. He had mastered multiple male orgasms, and he would take full advantage of his mastery.

As he’d continue pounding her mouth, she’d fondle his balls, tickling and pressing on his perineum, and insert fingers in his arse, looking to stimulate his prostate. Roaring with pleasure, he’d indicate that he was going to orgasm again, this time with cum. His testicles pull up in their sack and begin flooding semen as his entire pelvic floor and glute area begin pumping and stroking his prostate, preparing to shoot volley after volley of his seed down her throat.

Try as she might, she’d not be able to swallow it all - there was just too much. Pulling out before she’d drown, he’d direct the remaining spurts of his thick, creamy cum across her tits, gifting her a pearl necklace. He’d lick up the necklace, kissing her forcefully, enjoying the taste of his seed as the thick, sticky cum rolled between their tongues, she’d swallow the remainder, completing the blowjob.

As they kissed, his cock would rise again, slapping at his abs, ready to penetrate her again.

As she orgasmed for the umpteenth time, the vibrator ceased functioning; the batteries spent. Spent, just as she was, and she drifted into a blissful sleep filled with dreams of Jake and his magnificent body and mastery of sex.

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CHAPTER NINETEEN

Gyms really were a difficult place for a teenage boy. Prone to random erections as it is, the presence of sweaty, taught, fit, scantily-clad bodies everywhere one were to look almost guaranteed he’d pop a boner, or two, or three. Difficult, but arousing.

Uncle Jake was not helping. As they walked through the gym, he’d highlight one hot woman after another. Not that he was trying to, really, it’s just that he’d walk past, and they’d greet him, fawning and swooning, showcasing their cleavage. For his part, Jake loved the attention, his chubbing erection helping to stimulate his testosterone production, and keeping it elevated during his workout.

“We’ll start with squats today, I think.”

Scott was scared of squatting. Of all the lifts, except for maybe chest press, it seemed that squatting was the most dangerous, the most prone to being crushed by unfathomable weight.

Jake noticed his nervous look.

“Don’t stress, bud, Uncle Jake’s got you. I’ll be spotting you the entire time. Besides, I’ll set the squat rack so the weight is caught well before it becomes a danger. It’s perfectly safe.”

Scott looked dubious. Jake laughed, “It is. Just remember to keep proper form like I taught you — don’t worry, I’ll coach you through, that’s what Uncle’s are for, right?”

Slapping Scott on the upper back, Scott nearly stumbled forward from the force. Maybe he would be okay. Or... maybe not, as he saw Uncle Jake head toward the heavy side of the gym.

If he were alone, Scott would probably have left. All around were massive behemoth men - and they were all men, not a woman to be seen on this side - grunting and straining, lifting huge amounts of weight. It was truly intimidating. Especially as most looked like they’d rip your head off and shit down your throat if you looked at them sideways.
 
That is, until they saw Uncle Jake. Every single lifter smiled and greeted Jake, some with friendly pats on the back, some with a handshake, a few with hugs. Jake introduced Scott each time, almost universally they jokingly sympathised with Scott, telling him that Jake would put him through the wringer. Though it was in jest, they all respected Jake’s work ethic in the gym and, if they were honest with themselves, even the biggest, strongest and fittest of them would admit to himself that they couldn’t keep up with his workouts.

Jake led Scott over to the squat racks, adjusted the rack and loaded the bar with a light weight to begin with.

“I’ll show you a few reps so you can recall the proper form and how it’s done.”

“Okay, get under the bar. Feet shoulder width apart, toes slightly pointed out. Make sure to pull your shoulders down and back, head up, and that’ll form a natural shelf for you to rest the bar.”

Scott watched carefully. Noting that Uncle Jake’s yoked physique made a perfect spot for the bar to rest.

“Good. Now when you straighten up, take a medium step back and re-establish your stance. Make sure you keep your core tight the entire time. Keep your lower back arched, butt sticking out.”

Even through the loose-fitting muscle tee, Scott could see Uncle Jake’s abs suck in and firm up - his core stabilising his entire upper body. His lower back was arched, and his butt sat up high, clenched holding everything tight.

“Now, arse to grass for, let’s say a three count. Lower down, keeping the weight controlled - we’re not dropping down, we’re controlling the descent. Keep your knees in line with your toes, keep sticking out your butt, pivoting at the hips - your lower back should remain arched the whole time, never hunching over.”

Scott listened to the instructions and watched Uncle Jake closely. He moved like a piston, his body never wavering.

“At the bottom, I want you to explode up pushing through your heels — you’re not jumping, but you’re returning to the starting position as quickly as you can. Make sure your feet are flat on the ground the whole time, and you’re driving through your heels, not your toes. The power drives directly down through your legs into the ground. As you drive up, squeeze your glutes, remembering to stabilise everything via your core. Okay, your turn.”

Jake racked the bar and stepped out of the rack allowing Scott to step under the bar.

Jake watched carefully as Scott attempted a rep. “Awesome job, buddy. Great form. Now at the top, I want you not to lock out your knees, so you keep tension on the muscles the whole time.”

“Great job. Keep it up, we’re going to be working to failure on each set. Keep going until you feel you can’t lift up any more. I’ll spot you, don’t worry.”

Jake lined up behind Scott, ready to assist in the lift. His legs opened in a wide stance, he brought them alongside Scott’s, his arms ready to push up on Scott’s elbows, and he matched Scott’s motions up and down, ready to lift him to safety. He was taller than Scott, his bulge nestling in the small of Scott’s back.

Scott could feel his Uncle’s junk pressed up against his back. It was weird feeling that. Not unpleasant and his Uncle wasn’t meaning it to be sexual in any way, but when a man has his junk pressed up against you, it’s homoerotic no matter how you look at it.

There were other situations that Scott noticed his Uncle’s junk front and centre, the most obvious being bench press. Uncle Jake straddled the bench just above Scott’s head, prepared to lift the bar off Scott’s chest and prevent it from crushing him. His junk was only inches from Scott’s face.

Uncle Jake did not notice, or feel discomfort in any way. He even adjusted himself a few times with Scott’s face right there. Scott guessed it’s something he would get used to as he visited the gym more often. Maybe he would ask Uncle Jake about it on the car ride home.

As Scott finished up his workout, his whole body aching and trembling, totally spent of all energy, Uncle Jake told him to hit the showers and clean up and he’d meet up with him. Scott half stumbled to the showers, thinking how right those other lifters were about his uncle working him hard.

 

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CHAPTER TWENTY

The hot, steamy high pressure jets of water from the shower felt incredible on his tired aching muscles. Uncle Jake had bought him a protein shake to drink, which restored his glycogen stores and reduced the trembling.

As Scott lathered himself up, his cock stood to attention. He didn’t think there was anyone else about to see, but he didn’t want to be caught with a boner in the showers. Try as he might, his cock would not deflate. It was painfully hard.

He hoped that if he rubbed one out, it would deflate long enough for him to dress and get out of there.

Grasping the base of the shaft, he gasped. It felt so good. He wasn’t quite as lucky as his uncle in the endowment stakes, though he was only eighteen and still growing. Thoughts of his uncle made his cock twitch and harden painfully. He hoped one day he could be like his uncle, where women swooned over him, and he could fuck anyone he wanted at any time. His strokes came faster now, as he imagined his uncle fucking the group of women from earlier, blasting his cum all over their faces, and destroying their cunts making it difficult for them to walk for days afterward.

He pumped out gobs of cum, reaching the tiles above his head, and having one of the best orgasms of his young life. The pump he still felt from the lifting was augmented by the orgasm’s afterglow, leaving him euphoric and more determined than ever to bulk up. After all, the more muscles, the bigger and better the pump, right?

***

While his nephew showered, Jake sought out Alex, one of the biggest bodybuilders to train at the gym. Rumour had it that Alex was on course for an IFBB Pro card. Jake and Alex often trained together, spotting, sparring, wrestling and spurring each other on in HIIT intervals.

Alex had Jake’s perfect body, a body that was his body, with an additional 30-odd kilograms of muscle. He’d had many discussions with him over the years, and knows that Alex had steroids to thank; roids and fucking hard work.

He found Alex in the dry sauna, baking his tired, aching muscles. As Jake entered the sauna, Alex stood up, the towel wrapped around his waist falling to the ground. Neither man said a word, nor acknowledged the towel.

Jake was taller than Alex by a few inches, so Alex had to look up slightly to look into Jake’s eyes. Alex wrapped his giant hands around the back of Jake’s neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

Gay sex was often nothing like straight sex. It could be so much hotter. Rougher. Straight down to business. None of the tit for tat, did my partner orgasm or didn’t they considerations (though, with Jake, that was never a pertinent question) - just hot, dirty, rough fucking.

As Jake penetrated Alex, he could feel Alex flex and constrict his anus, tightening around his cock. It was almost a competition, with Alex trying to keep him out, Jake trying to penetrate deeper, harder. It merely increased Jake’s pleasure - Alex’s too. Jake thrust harder, pushing against the constriction, seeking Alex’s prostate, repeatedly slamming the head of his cock into it again and again. Alex bellowed with pleasure, his cock leaking pre-cum like a faulty tap.

Still, Jake thrust harder, deeper. He wanted to stuff all 14 inches into Alex, punch past his prostate with each thrust, and pound so deep into him that his cock rammed straight through.

Alex could take no more. Roaring a guttural scream, his cock blasted out rope after rope, covering Jake and him with a colossal volume of cum. Jake withdrew from Alex and forced his cock down Alex’s throat, gagging him as Jake produced his own guttural roar and his own prodigious volume of cum, which leaked out of Alex’s mouth and sprayed across the room as Alex coughed and spluttered and choked on the cum that Jake kept pumping.

As Jake pulled his still-hard cock from Alex’s mouth, he used Alex’s towel to wipe himself down, and turned to exit the sauna.

A slack-jawed Scott stood at the door, looking in through the window opening.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

He finished up in the shower, cleaning up his cum from the tiles, and revelled in the post-pump/post-orgasm glow. He was beginning to understand Uncle Jake’s passion for fitness and, in particular, bodybuilding.

Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and went to retrieve his clothes from his locker. He dried himself off and dressed, heading off in search of his uncle.

Leaving the change rooms, one of the behemoth bodybuilders he recognised from earlier gave him the ‘bro nod’ - you know, that sort of reverse nod, where instead of nodding, he lifted his chin slightly. Scott tried to return the gesture, though he felt a little sheepish, sure he didn’t get it quite right and probably made a fool of himself, but the massive bloke seemed to accept the mutual greeting. Scott built up the courage to ask after his uncle.

“Excuse me, uh… Sir. You haven’t seen Jake around, have you?”

The bodybuilder laughed, a rich, deep, resonant sound that belied his look. A look that said ‘fuck with me and you’ll die.’

“Hey little bud – Scott, was it? – no need to call me ‘Sir’,” he chuckled again, “the name’s Bradley. Brad to my friends. And any friend of Jake’s is a friend of mine. Jake's a good egg. If you ever need anything, just say the word. I think I saw him head off towards the saunas a while ago, try there.”

“Thank you Si– uh, sorry, Brad.”

He snorted, “Oh, and kid? Props. I saw you working out with Jake earlier. Takes a special bloke to keep up with him. He has a hardon for working out and doesn’t take any prisoners - he’d never make it as a personal trainer as all his client’s would drop him for working them too hard; ironic, I know. Keep up the good work - you’ll be growing in no time.”

He beamed. “Thanks Brad. Hope to see you around here more often as I plan to start working out much more.”

“Sounds good, mate. I’ll be here. Gym’s my second home,” he laughed. “Give me a heads up if you ever need a spot, or you need guidance on form or the equipment.”

“Thank you. I better go and find my uncle. Seeya.”

He headed off towards the sauna area, walking on a cloud. He’d earned the respect of an obvious iron junkie - someone he’d be in awe of and, to be honest, more than a little afraid of if he’d run into him on the street.

As he approached the saunas, he heard deep, husky groans and moans and an almighty bellow followed by loud grunts. It sounded like some hot porn video, with a manly deep-voiced bloke clearly enjoying himself. He chubbed up at the thought of some bloke getting his rocks off in the saunas.

Curious, he followed the sound and looked through the viewing window embedded in the door of the sauna.

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I've got a few different ideas about where to take the relationship between Jake and Scott - curious to know what you guys might prefer.

Not really sure how to handle it - should I list some of my ideas and have you guys vote, take open suggestions, or just pick a direction and run with it?

I welcome your thoughts and feedback. Cheers.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

HIS journey back to consciousness was far more pleasant, this time. Though, for a moment, HE still wondered where HE was and HE still struggled to remember what had happened. That struggle not fading so easily.

Time, as they say, heals all wounds and it seems that, though there were some remaining vestiges of HIS hangover, the worst had cleared.

HE struggled to remember what had happened last night.

A few fragments came to mind, though why HE decided to join the group at the bar still eluded him.

HE remembered the bouncer who, despite wearing the all-black bar uniform, had an imposing (and rather hot) physique, his musculature clear.

HE remembered Jake, calling HIM over despite HIS misgivings, making room for HIM at the bench by pushing everyone along. HE remembered this meant HE unavoidably sat plastered to Jake’s body, and being surprised by how good that felt.

HE remembered being sat across from Amber, with her mischievous green eyes, smoking hot body and luscious, plump lips – all natural, by the way, no fillers here, the kiss proved—

The kiss! HE’d kissed her, passionately, and it was glorious! And she kissed back! HE recalled the way she resisted at first, but quickly melted into it and then actively kissed back, her lips and tongue dancing and wrestling with HIS own. HE remembered HIS erection, as it tented HIS trousers and bulged—

Bulge! Jake! How mortifying. HE could not believe that HE would ever be so forward in public, let alone basically sexually assault someone!

HE remembered Jake seemed to enjoy HIS ministrations, his cock quick to respond. And what a cock! HE could not be certain of dimension in the circumstances, but Jake was certainly packing.

A tiny portion of HIS brain was still screaming, no, No, NO! This was not HIM, HE did not initiate sexual advances, and certainly not by groping genitals in public!

But that tiny portion was, if not silenced, then pushed to the very back of HIS consciousness, as HE remembered the sensations of Amber and Jake.

HE closed his eyes, visualising the memories, and grinning broadly as HIS erection tented the blankets, falling asleep with dreams of HE and Jake and Amber doing unspeakable, but easily imaginable, things to one another.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Tony was about to exit the sauna. He’d completed his workout and was stretching in the sauna to reduce DOMS. Now that he was in his mid 30s, it was more important than ever to focus on proper recovery to avoid injuries and keep his muscles growing.

Stretching, and a little self-worship. Muscle aroused him. His muscles most of all. Arnie was right in Pumping Iron, the pump was just like cumming. When he flexed various muscles, he felt as though his entire body was an erect cock, exquisitely sensitive and feeling so fucking good to touch, giving him indescribable pleasure.

Rising up off the cedar bench, he stepped over to his shorts, pulling them up over his cock and balls and adjusting them so his low-hangers - hanging extra low from the heat of the sauna - didn’t peek out of the leg holes. As he was adjusting himself, he heard the unmistakeable sounds of sex from the neighbouring sauna. Rough, hot, sex by the sounds.

Smiling, he lowered his shorts and sat back down on the cedar, given his rising cock the attention it demanded.

***

Looking through the window, Scott saw another enormous man - the gym was full of them, each seemingly bigger than the last. His tiny shorts were sitting around his ankles, and he was seated at the edge of the cedar bench, his low-hanging balls dangling low over the edge of the bench.

His balls were slapping the bench as he masturbated furiously. His eyes were closed, his free hand exploring his incredible body. As his hand passed over an area, he would flex the underlying muscles, bringing each muscle into stark relief and expanding the veins criss-crossing every part of his body. As he’d flex, he’d grunt and hold his breath, increasing the vascularity.

The most incredible, and his pride and joy, were his quads. As he sat manspreading, massive garden-hose veins ran down from his groin along his inner thighs, branching and feathering out across the entirety of his legs. The outer sweep of his quads bulged out obscenely, drawing back to his knees, proving the hard yards he had done building up his wheels.

Building up to the point of no return, his low-hangers rose up, preparing to dump their load.

***

Having destroyed Alex, who still basked in the afterglow, Jake dressed and stepped out of the sauna.

The heat of the sauna, much more so than the exertion of the rough sex (no real exertion for Jake), had him sweating profusely. Beads of sweat gathered over his body, some were wicked up by his tee, some by his shorts, but others gathered and formed rivulets of sweat.

One rivulet formed between the substantial slabs of his squared off pecs, running down between the cleft and around the cobblestones of his eight-pack abs, running off to his right side. Reaching his Adonis belt, the rivulet was diverted, following the ridge of the muscle down into his groin, soaking into his shorts. If anyone was watching, the rivulet formed a perfect marker for a tongue to follow. His shorts were just shy of transparent, soaking up his salty sweat and further enhancing his bulge. The sweat caused his tee to stick to him, perfectly highlighting each brick of his abs, the wings of his lats and even showing off his Christmas tree lower back.

He saw Scott standing at the door of a neighbouring sauna, looking in the window.

***

“Scotty,” he said, walking up behind him.

Scott turned back, blushing, with a strange look on his face. A mix of shock, shame, and a little arousal.

“What’s wrong?”

“Uh, n–, nothing. Nothing.”

Jake looked past Scott into the sauna, and smirked as he heard Tony bellow and a splash of cum hit the window.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

“Talk to me, buddy.”

They were half-way back to Scott’s from the gym. Scott hadn’t said a word since what he’d witnessed in the sauna.

Jake made no secret of his bi-sexuality. His family did not approve. He was estranged from his parents, and he never discussed any of his gay sex or relationships with his only brother. His brother knew, but it was swept under the rug and not talked about, ever.

They were not happy that Scott adored and looked up to him, as though his bisexuality would somehow corrupt him. To be fair, neither his brother nor his sister-in-law ever interfered in his relationship with his nephew, and they never tried to prevent him from seeing him or hanging out. When Scott first hit puberty and started getting curious about sex, his brother had approached him and asked him not to discuss or reveal his sexuality to Scott. Jake was not happy, but he acquiesced. His relationship with his nephew was more important to him than standing up for any principle.

It was all very odd, because none of his family had a problem with homosexuality, and obviously hetero was kosher, but they disapproved that he did not “pick” one or the other. He was “selfish” and “wrong” and, somehow, if he was in a relationship he could not be faithful just because he could be attracted to men or women (like gays or straights never cheat).

That last point hurt. It impugned his character and trustworthiness, and he did not expect that from his family, and was a major reason for him no longer speaking with his parents.

He was the first to admit he liked to sleep around. Who didn’t like sex? And not only did he like sleeping around, he did so, often. If you have it, flaunt it, right? And he knew he had it. But, he had never, ever cheated. Once in a relationship and they’d agree to commit, the sexual partners sluice gate slammed shut.

So, Scott did not know that Jake played for both teams, not that it should make a difference, but some people were weird that way.

“Honestly, I’m…. embarrassed; confused. I couldn’t look away. It was hot. I’m no fag! Why couldn’t I look away? Why did I get aroused? I like tits, not dicks!”

Oh, boy. Jake had to tread carefully.

“Well… I’m not a psychologist, but I believe it’s natural to be attracted to, and aroused by, strength and power, and guys with big muscles are obviously strong and powerful. In prehistoric times, everyone would want someone like that around - whether as a sexual partner or as a member of the tribe - someone good at hunting, protecting, building things with his hands, fighting and intimidating other tribes - so its hardwired in us to be attracted to muscular, powerful people.”

“That… makes sense. It was not his dick that was hot, anyway. But his muscles and the veins…”

Jake smiled. Yeah, kid’s saying out loud what everyone thought.

“Right. You know, I find muscle hot, too.” Careful, Jake…

“You do?”

“Totally. Nothing hotter.”

“But, you’re massive! I wish I was built like you!”

“Hah, thanks mate, but I want to be bigger.”

Scott thought his Uncle was crazy. He had a sick bod. If he had a bod like that, he’d have babes all over him.

Jake saw his doubtful look. “Yeah, I’m pretty happy with my definition and vascularity, but I want some more size - bigger pecs, taller traps, wider lats, bigger wheels.  Arms...”

“Curls for the girls, right!”

Jake laughed, thinking - girls. Girls and guys.

Pulling into the driveway, they made plans for their next gym session and Jake waited until Scott had gone inside before driving away.