Diary of a Teenage Hunk 13 (mm)
by Peterbilt
The Diary
At The Gym
Uncle Ed and Austin got me a gym membership for graduation, only it's not in town, so I knew I wouldn't be able to go work out very often. Turns out, that's okay. More than okay. I checked the place out and it's for men only. It's a lot more than a gym. It's more like sex palace. They have a gym, swimming pool where you can swim naked, a sauna, steam room, and even private rooms. They call them change rooms or to rest, but they're private rooms to have sex with other guys. There were guy kissing and making out in the pool, and in the rooms; a lot of them left the doors open. They were even having sex in the steam room. I only got a locker, but I met another guy and he invited me to share his room. Obviously for sex. How I Met him, he was lying on his bunk naked, on his stomach and he had a great looking ass, I went in to check him out and he wasn't asleep. He was the most good looking guy I've ever seen. He even said his good looks scared guys off. Good think I don't scare easy. Uncle Ed called my cell phone right in the middle of me having sex with the guy. I told him I was at the gym and that I'd found a workout partner.
At The "Gym"
Brandon's graduation gift from his Uncle Ed and his cousin was a year's membership to the new gym that had just opened in another town, and a one hundred dollar gift certificate to GNC.
"Like you need it, with all those muscles," Austin joked.
"Yeah, Austin thought it was a dumb idea," Ed said.
"No, it's a great idea. Thanks. I won't be going to the school gym now that I've graduated and I'll need a place to work out and there is no place around here. And this..." He held up the GNC gift certificate. "Supplements are really expensive, so this will come in handy."
Brandon wasn't as enthused as he let on about actually having a place to work out. The place was thirty miles away so it wasn't like he could be there every other day. And Austin was right, he didn't need to work out, he just needed to stay in shape. His real enthusiasm was being able to go to a place where other guys worked out; a place away from his hometown where he would meet guys who didn't know him.
He was surprised to see the lettering on the front door that read "Men Only." He had never heard of a gym for guys only. The young man at the front counter greeted Brandon with a warm smile and a handshake, with a hand attached to a very muscular arm that rippled and bulged when they shook. He fairly bulged out of his staff T-shirt; his name, Eaton, was embroidered on the left pec. Brandon gave him the gift membership card through the window.
"Nice gift," he said as he began entering the information into the computer. "Graduation. Congratulations." He looked across the counter at Brandon, looked him up and down. "I would've figured you for college already, though."
"Nope. Don't know if I'm going to college," Brandon said.
"Do you have a camera or picture phone?" he asked, pointing to a sign behind him.
"Just my cell phone."
"Okay, we don't want pictures floating around. Just keep it turned off, it creeps guys out when they hear a phone ringing, they're afraid somebody's sneaked a picture phone in. Now, would you like a tour of the place?"
"Not necessary, if you'll just point me in the right direction."
"Well, you obviously know your way around a gym."
"Thanks."
"Would you like a locker or a room?" the man asked.
Brandon had never heard of a gym with private rooms either.
"A locker will do," he said.
"Do you want a lock box for your valuables. No extra charge."
He took the lock box. He was given a large towel and a rubber band with two keys on it. The locker room was small but state of the art, compared to the locker room at school. The floor was carpeted and the lockers were full length and much wider than normal lockers. There were large benches covered with carpeting situated in the middle of the room. The place didn't smell like a locker room. It had a fresh, outdoors smell, with a hint of chlorine. Maybe that was because it was still new. Just off the locker room were more benches, two training tables and two gleaming, silver whirlpool tanks. One was occupied, by a tanned, good-looking dude with a buzz cut and wide, muscle-heaped shoulders. He nodded and spoke when he saw Brandon come in.
"Hey," Brandon said.
"Pretty nice, huh," the guy said.
"Very nice. Sure beats the one at school."
"What college do you go to?"
Brandon laughed. "I don't. I just graduated from high school."
"Wow!" the guy said, looking him up and down. "They didn't grow 'em that size when I was in high school. Have you checked out the pool?"
"Pool? There's a pool?" Brandon asked surprised.
"Yeah. Not Olympic size, but it's big enough to do laps, and to dive. And it's naked swimming."
"Oh, really. Awesome."
"I'm Rand, by the way," the man said, putting out his hand.
Brandon stepped over to shake his hand. "Brandon." He got a good look at the guy. He was built to a fault, tight as hell. Interesting.
Just then another young man in his early twenties wearing very short, tight shorts and a staff T-shirt came into the locker room, with a man in his thirties wearing a towel around his waist. The staff member led him to one of the training tables and invited him to lie down. The man stretched out on the table with his arms folded over his head. The staff tugged the towel off of the man and hung it on a hook nearby.
Brandon turned away from the naked man and found his locker. He unlocked it and sat down on the bench to take off his shoes and socks. He couldn't help glancing over at the man on the table, or noticing his build and the tan line left from a pair of brief boxers. He watched as the staff drizzled some kind of oil on the man's butt, then he rubbed his hands together and began to massage his lower back. He stood at the side of the table starting out, but he gradually moved around to the head of the table as he worked his hands up the man's back to his shoulders. The man lifted his head and set his chin in his hands, facing directly into the front of the staff's shorts. The staff reached way over the man's body, digging his fingers into the muscles along his spine, moving down to his butt. The man didn't seem to mind that the front of the staff's shorts was pressed against his face. The staff began rubbing his hands over the high and tight mounds of the man's butt and digging his fingers into the taut muscles.
Brandon glanced at the man in the whirlpool and he smiled. He continued taking off his clothes and putting them in the locker, now watching openly the staff working his fingers into the crevice of the man's ass. He heard the man moan softly, and told the staff it felt good. He seemed to be nudging his face into the staff's shorts. By the time Brandon was naked his cock was fluffed up way above normal. He quickly dug out his jockstrap and pulled it on. He donned his workout shorts then grabbed his tank top and shoved his bag into the locker.
"Well, I'm gonna check out the rest of the place," he said to the guy in the whirlpool.
"Yeah, see you."
He felt flushed as he made his way down the hallway to the gym. He would've like to stick around and see where things were headed with the massage, but he didn't want to just stand around and gape. The workout room was large but a bit crowded with all the equipment, including two well-equipped free weight areas. He was glad to see that, he wouldn't have to wait around for the weights. One side of the gym was all glass, facing the pool.
There were a dozen men of varying ages lying around the pool and four more men in the water. All but two were naked and one of those was wearing only a thong. Two of the men in the pool were making out; kissing and fondling each other. Brandon felt himself getting hard and he turned away from the windows. On the opposite were floor to ceiling mirrors. He brushed his hand down over the front of his shorts. He didn't have a particular workout routine in mind; there was just a compelling need to pump up his muscles. This was a place to show them off. He decided he would do arms and legs, his two best parts. He adjusted the incline bench and picked up two dumbbells off the rack. He sat down and leaned back to do dumbbell curls. His biceps bulged under the weight, Godd, pumping up the size of grapefruits. He loved watching them. It didn't help the condition of his cock. His shoulder muscles flexed nicely too.
Another man came into the gym, about thirty, wearing a pair of the tightest, shortest boxer workout shorts Brandon had ever seen, no shirt. He was built to a fault, and ripped. He eyed Brandon in the mirrors as he walked behind the incline bench. Then he stopped to watch him finish the set.
"Damn, that's an impressive pair of guns," he said.
"Thanks. Looks like you've got damned good arms yourself," Brandon said as he rose up and set the weights down.
"That's some serious muscle you're packing, overall," the man said.
"Thanks."
"How old are you anyway?"
"Eighteen."
"Never saw any teenager built like that."
"Yeah, I inherited some of this from my Dad," Brandon said.
The man moved on to another piece of equipment but then went to the window to look out over the pool. Brandon watched him in the mirror as he stood and watched and put his hand over the front of his shorts. Then he turned back to the calf machine. Brandon did one more set of curls then moved to the leg press. He loaded the rack and positioned himself on the platform, leaned back with his shoulders under the pads. He released the safety and went down in a squat, slowly, watching his massive thighs bulge mightily. He loved watching his thigh muscles bulge and he felt another surge of excitement between those huge thighs. He couldn't believe they were so big. He finished the set then racked on more weight and took a quick rest.
The second set the man came over to watch him do the next set.
"Holy Fuck! How does a guy your age push that much weight," he said.
"I always had good legs," Brandon said modestly.
"You've got good everything, kid," the man said. Then he came right out with it. "What would it take to get you in my room where I could admire that body in total?"
Brandon smiled. "Maybe later. What's your room number?" he asked. "I want to try the steam room after I work, then maybe go for a swim."
"Two-thirty-eight. I'll leave the door open."
Wondering now just what kind of "gym" this was, Brandon didn't linger in the gym. He would work out some more later. He picked up his towel and went down another dark, narrow hallway to the wet area, where the showers were, and a Jacuzzi, as well as a sauna and a steam room. Beyond were the glass doors leading out to the pool. He poked his head into the sauna but didn't go in. It was too hot. He checked out the steam room instead. When he opened the door he was engulfed in billows of steam that came rolling out. He backed out. He took off his clothes and laid them, folded, on a bench and wrapped the towel around his waist. He paused just inside the door to get used to the steam and the very dim light, given off by two very small bulbs in the ceiling.
The steam room was divided into two smaller areas. Inside the door was a long area with a tiled bench along the wall. Four men sat on the bench, all of them naked. Around the corner was a smaller room with a tiled bench around three walls. One man lay stretched out on his back, taking up one entire side. Two men sat on the other side, and another man sat at the end. Brandon stood with his back against the wall facing into the smaller room. He heard the door swish open and felt a rush of cooler air. The newcomer came and stood beside him, and Brandon moved over closer to one of the men sitting along the wall. He began to feel foolish and overdressed, being only one of two men in the steam room with a towel on. There was no conversation, and the men around him seemed not comfortable, even a little tense.
Brandon had not really paid any attention to the men when he came in, but looking around, he realized that he was the youngest and best built guy there, and that all eyes were on him, as if they were all waiting for him to do or say something. He began to feel a little uneasy. He jumped slightly when he felt a hand on his thigh. He looked around and down at the man sitting closest to him. Brandon didn't move away or try to stop him as the man's hand moved up under his towel. His only thought was, what kind of gym is this?
The man's right hand found Brandon's cock, and his left hand reached across to his hip to turn him around facing him. Brandon kept a tight hold on the knot at his hip while the man reached under the towel with both hands and began playing with his cock and balls. After a moment the man lifted the towel and draped it over his head and the next instant, Brandon felt his cock being engulfed in the wet heat of the man's mouth. He forgot about the towel, and when he put both hands on the man's head, the knot came undone and the towel fell off his butt and draped over the man's head. Brandon lifted it off and laid it over his own shoulder, exposing himself and the man for all to see.
It was indeed as if they had been waiting for him. The other man sitting along the wall leaned over and began playing with the guy lying on the opposite bench. The guy lying on the bench reached between the legs of the man sitting at the end and he moved over closer.
What is this place, Brandon wondered. And did Uncle Ed know what kind of gym it as when he bought him the membership? Not that he was concerned about it at the moment. It was all he could do to wrap his head around the idea that such a place existed at all.
The steam got to him rather quickly and he had to extract himself from the oral grip of the man servicing him and leave the steam room. The cool air felt good against his sweaty skin. Being so sweaty, he went across the wet area to the shower. Two men, as they were walking past the glass wall, saw him and came into the wet area and under the showers. When he was finished showering, Brandon wrapped the wet towel around his waist, picked up his clothes and went up to the front desk.
"Excuse me, I didn't know I wasn't supposed to wear my towel in the steam room. Could I possibly get a dry towel?"
"Sure, no problem," the attendant said. His eyes raked over Brandon's naked, muscular body as he took off the wet towel and handed it to him. "No problem at all," he said again with a big smile. "If there's anything else I can do for you, just let me know."
"I will."
"Will you? Cause I get off duty in a couple of hours. I hope you stay that long."
"I'm sure I'll be here," Brandon said.
"Great. I'll look you up and see if you need anything," the youth said.
Brandon went back down the hallway, past several darkened rooms with the doors open. He could barely make out the men lying on the narrow beds, except that they were naked. He stopped at a fountain at the bottom of the stairs to get a drink of water, then went to put his clothes in his room. Then he went back to the wet area to go out to the pool. The sun felt good on his bare skin. HE walked around the edge of the pool closest to the glass wall of the gym and found an empty lounge chair. He took his towel off and spread it over the chair.
"Holy Shit!" someone whispered behind him. He instinctively glanced over his shoulder to see the guy ogling his backside. "Awesome ass."
"Thanks," Brandon said as he went to the edge of the pool.
"Oh, Godd, it's moving!" the man whispered a little louder.
There was no diving so Brand went down the steps into the water. The two guys who had been making out, and still were when he came into the pool, had stopped and were watching him. He went in up to his chest then swam toward them. Just short of where they were standing, he swam back the other direction. The pool wasn't' big enough for laps; it was an easy distance from one end to the other. He was purposely showing off. It had not gone unnoticed that he was probably the best built guy at the pool, and the youngest. And he noticed, then, that not one guy was lying on his stomach, dozing in the warm sun. Everyone had turned over and most were sitting up to watch him.
He swam every stroke he knew. He did the backstroke. He floated on his back, his big cock lolling in the water like a snake. He floated on his stomach, knowing that his butt was sticking out of the water. No one said anything. They just watched. After his little exhibition, he climbed out of the pool, still quite aware of his physique, his muscles bulging as he shoved himself up over the edge of the pool, water sheeting down his muscles. He walked back to his chair and stretched out to let the sun dry him. At some point he turned over the dry his backside. He was enjoying himself.
After a while he went upstairs. There were televisions in the upstairs rooms, as he could see as he passed by more open doors. They were showing porn and several guys were jacking off. In one room there were two guys on the bed jacking each other. In another, the guy was leaned back across the bed with another guy kneeling on the floor sucking his cock.
"Geezuss!" Brandon whispered to himself as he saw more and more sex with each door he passed. He wondered again if his uncle knew what kind of gym he'd bought a membership to. In the next one, two guys were fucking like crazy, snorting and gasping and the guy on the bottom was almost screaming. At every door that he passed he got a come-on look or a nod if the guys saw him, and twice he got invited into the rooms. His cock was starting to tent his towel. The next room he came to, the television was off and the light was dimmed. There was enough light to make out a well-muscled, obviously younger guy, lying on his stomach with his arms flung up over his head, his head resting on the crook of one arm. He lay facing the door and he wore a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. Something about the lighting and the way the guy was spread out so relaxed, was intriguing and even inviting. Brandon paused at the door. The guy didn't move and Brandon thought he might be asleep. He moved cautiously into the room and stood beside the bunk. His towel brushed against the edge of the mattress. He surveyed the display of male perfection laid out on the bunk. His mouth began to water and his cock lurched under his towel, tenting it even more. He didn't even know why his mouth was watering – what he wanted to do – only that he liked what he saw, more than any of the other raw and blatant displays of male flesh and sexuality. He swallowed hard and was sure the man could hear him if he wasn't asleep. He lifted his hand and brushed it lightly over the man's bubble butt. It was smooth and warm and solid to the touch.
"Don't mess with my butt unless you're serious."
Brandon jumped at the sound of the soft, husky voice coming from under the baseball cap. The guy didn't move.
"What if I am serious," Brandon said.
"If you're serious, climb on."
"You want me to fuck you."
"Or rim me, if that's your preference."
"I could do that, too. What's your name?" Brandon asked.
"Do you need a name?" the man guffawed as he raised his head.
"I don't like eating a stranger's ass. If you tell me your name we won't be strangers."
"Ryan. What's yours?"
"Brandon."
"Glad to meet you, Brandon." He reached under Brandon's towel and took hold of his cock. "DAMN glad to meet you, Brandon. Holy fuck, that is a big cock."
"Still want me climb on? After I rim you, of course."
"You can climb on, bend me like a pretzel, fuck my brains out, hell, stud, you can rape me, anything you wanta do. Fuck, I haven't seen anybody like you in this place for months."
"Then I'm glad I came today," Brandon said. "You've kinda made my day, too."
"How is it that you don't have half the guys here in your room?" the youth asked.
"I don't have a room, I got a locker," Brandon said. "I thought this was a gym, I didn't know why I would need a room."
"It has a gym," the youth said. "You wanta go get your stuff and be in here with me?"
"I...guess I could."
"Great, we can spend the afternoon together."
"Okay, but first...I don't know what you look under that cap, but I like your body. Are you hiding something, like two noses, or one eyeball?" he asked as he lifted the cap. "Shit! You do make my day! Why the hell are you covering that face with a baseball cap? Fuck, I never seen anybody so drop dead good looking. Damn, take off the cap, you would have guys packed in here."
"You wanta know the truth? No, I wouldn't have guys packed in here. I don't wanta sound like I'm bragging, but the truth is, guys are intimidated by my looks. So are girls. They get a look at me and think, he wouldn't possibly be interested in me, or I wouldn't have a chance with that guy. When the truth is, I would be interested, they would have a huge chance with me. I've had guys tell me they are intimidated. Behind the baseball cap, and with the lights low, they see just my body and they'll take the chance. It worked with you; I lured you in."
"They probably think you would only be interested in guys who look like you. You do set the bar pretty high. But unlike those other guys you're talking about, if I'd seen your face, through the window, along with this great ass, I would've broken the door down to get in," Brandon said.
"That's because you're built and good looking too, so you wouldn't be intimidated by someone else who is."
"Is this a mutual admiration society or what?" Brandon asked, laughing.
"No, I was seriously making my case," Ryan said.
"Okay, can we leave the hat off?" Brandon asked, tossing it to the foot of the bunk.
"All right, now are you going to get your stuff?"
"Be right back."
Brandon went downstairs and got his stuff out of the locker. He came back up to Ryan's room and set his bag on the floor. "Now, where were we?" he asked as he stacked his clothes on top of his bag. Ryan was still stretched out on his stomach.
"You were going to fuck me."
"If you don't mind, I would like to have you on your back so I can see your muscles and watch your face when I fuck you."
"I said you could do anything you wanted with me," Ryan said as he turned onto his back.
Brandon climbed on the bed between Ryan's legs and he lifted them onto his shoulders.
"I'm lubed up," Ryan said.
"Yeah, I noticed," Brandon said as he reached over to close the door.
"Leave the door open," Ryan said.
"You're serious? You wanta leave it open?"
"If you don't care. I like being watched, and if guys come by they might be inclined to come in if they see you fucking me."
"Or we intimidate them together," Brandon said. "But hey, I don't care. I like being watched, too. I'm an exhibitionist at heart." He used some spit on his cock to go with the lube in Ryan's ass then set the head snugly against the guy's hole. He was hot, and his asshole was moving. "Feels like your ass is anxious," he said.
Ryan smiled.
Brandon pushed and eased through the tight hole. Ryan winced a little but made no sound. Brandon shoved deeper, and deeper still, till he was completely inside him.
"OOOhhhh, Goddd!" Ryan moaned softly, closing his eyes. "Ohh, Yess, I knew when you stopped at my door it was going to be like this."
"Like what?" Brandon asked.
"Awesome. When I saw you standing at my door I breathed a silent prayer to the Great Phallic God in the sky to move you into my room."
"I didn't know there was a Great Phallic God."
"There must be. Look what he sent me."
Brandon saw Ryan look toward the door. He glanced around to see two men standing in the hallway, looking in. Brandon began fucking him. Another man appeared at the door.
"Do you want company?" one of the men asked.
Brandon waited for Ryan to answer.
"Not yet, thanks. I need some time to get used to this big stud first."
"If you need any help with him, just yell at the top of your lungs, I'll come running and relieve you," the man said.
When the three men left, Brandon said, "Listen, the guy at the front desk is off duty in a couple of hours. He's going to be looking me up. Is it okay if we invite him in?"
"Fuck, Yeah!"
Barely into the fuck, Brandon's cell phone rang.
"Your gym bag is ringing," Ryan said.
Brandon leaned over and dug his phone out of his jeans pocket.
"Yeah. Hey, Uncle Ed! Doing great! Yeah, I have had a chance to use the membership certificate. I'm at the gym right now, in fact. Yeah, I, uh...I'm working out. Found me a workout partner. Listen, Uncle Ed, did you have any clue what kind of gym you got me a membership to? You did!! Wow, and that was before the shit happened on the patio. I see, you were going to try to tell me something by getting me the membership." He paused and laughed. "Listen, Uncle Ed, my workout partner is ready to do his set and I gotta spot him." He stopped to laugh again. He put his hand over the phone. "He wants to know what exercise we're doing."
"Tell him asshole pushups."
"Asshole pushups," Brandon said in the phone. "I'm on top right now. He'll probably wanta be on top for his next set. Yeah, I'm having a great time. Thanks, Uncle Ed, and thank Austin for me. By the way, how are things? Great. Okay, I gotta go."
Brandon turned his phone off and tossed it in his gym bag. "We don't need that interruption again," he said as he began moving his hips.
"That was your Uncle? He bought your membership?"
"Yeah, he said he was going to try to tell me something. But I made the discovery before I had a chance to come over here."
"What discovery? Something to do with the shit that happened on the patio?"
"Everything to do with what happened on the patio. I was helping him with some work and he came on to me. He was rimming me when my cousin walked in the patio."
"Your cousin...his son?"
"Yup."
"Shit. What happened?"
"Well, things were pretty tense till Uncle Ed found out that I'd already fucked my cousin."
"Damn, stud, when I leave here, it's going to be with your address or your email address. I wanta meet your Uncle and your cousin."