Return of the Barber Part 11: A Brother Thing
by Texzilla
Leon not only ran across the gym as fast as he could, even jumping over a couple of the lower workout machines en route. Not the most graceful run the large black workout instructor ever made, but the guy who was about to be beheaded by the chest machine's lift bar probably didn't notice.
"Hold on, hold on I got you." Leon said pulling the bar up with much less, if any, effort. Something not lost on the man whose neck he just saved.
"Thanks. I just slipped and it went… ouchh!" Ken said sitting up, gasping for air as much from the physical effort he just put out as from panic.
"You shouldn't be doing this without someone to spot you. Shouldn't be doing this much weight even if you did." Lean said removing all but about 50 pounds of the weight that he been set on the machine. Even then he wasn't sure if that wasn't too much.
"I did have someone spotting me. My brother, but he disappeared on me."
"Your brother? Who is he, I don't see anyone that…" Leon said looking around the gym for another little guy like Ken.
"That's him over there, surprise, hitting on those girls." Ken said pointing to the large 25 year old gym rat doing his best to have his fairly large sized biceps 'accidentally' keep popping while he talked to a couple of high school girls off in the corner.
"Stay here. You're done for the day anyway. I'll have a few words with your spotter." Leon said making a beeline for the guy's brother. His back was to Leon but the girls he was hitting on could see the look on Leon's face as he approached them. And they knew it was time to leave.
"Excuse me. Weren't you supposed to be spotting your partner over there? He could have been seriously injured." Leon said raising his voice much more than usual. First, because he really felt for the little guy who almost got creamed and second, because the gym was really turning itself around and didn't need an injury hanging over it's head.
"Not my partner, bro." Leon really hated it when white guys called him 'bro'. Not cool. "He's my brother. Think I'm doing it with my brother?"
"Your workout partner. He said you were spotting him? You NEVER allow a workout partner to put more than they're capable of handing on a machine. And you NEVER leave a person while you're spotting them."
"Back off already, will ya. Jeez, he's all right ain't he? Ken! You all right? Right!" the guy yelled over to Ken, who gave a noncommittal wave. "Besides it was my idea to put that much weight on. Guy's got to catch up to me some how. No pain, no…"
"You are one more lame ass word short of a cliché from being banned at this gym. Come on," Leon said making it clear that the guy should follow, follow close and follow now. They rejoined Ken who was still trying to compose himself on the workout bench. "Sir, you are…?"
"Ken Sanders."
"Ken, from now on please come and get one of the trainers to spot you. We'll be more than happy to set you up on an ACHIEVABLE workout program. From your overexertion today it would be best if you waited till another date to continue. And you're…?"
"Greg… Sanders," Greg said not totally like a child being scolded.
"Greg, the gym is an incredibly social place and we more than encourage interaction, but not when doing so places a workout partner in danger and when it's with people of a legal age for the conversation that's going on. If you get my drift. Keep and eye on that. I'll be keeping an eye on you to make sure you do. You should leave with your brother to make sure he's OK. Thanks for stopping in."
The two brothers made their way back to the locker room. Ken started to change back to his regular clothes but Greg just grabbed his stuff from out of the locker and stormed out. "Wait for you outside." He said as he turned the corner.
Like Ken didn't feel dumb enough already coming here. Working out was just so easy for Greg. Stupid younger brother could gain muscle mass just walking across a room. Stupid Mesomorph. Ken had a suspicion that Greg was so eager that they BOTH join the gym because a family memberships, even if it was just for two, was cheaper than a single for each person. Convinced Ken they'd actually do this together, but it was just a game to save money. Or a game to show Ken how much better Greg was at all this, and always would be. Ken tried and tried to gain mass, to build himself up, but he just didn't have it in him. Hell, he kept thinking, if he had Greg's ability to add muscles, along with his own want to add muscles, he'd be as big as the guy who just saved his neck out there. Maybe bigger. Instead he'd have to deal with having a younger brother who knew he was more of a man than Ken ever could be.
Greg waited his usual 'forever' for Ken in front of the gym before heading up the street. In reality it was only three minutes but for Greg, and his attention span, it was forever. Couldn't believe stupid Ken got them kicked out of the gym. AND gotten one of the cool trainers at the gym to put him on the shit list. So tired trying to take care of the guy. To get him some type of life. How long was it going to be before Ken just got the clue, it AIN'T going to happen. Going to be a skinny little guy forever. If god had wanted him to be as big a Greg was, he'd have given Ken the DNA from Dad's side of the family like he had, and not Mom's. Greg was looking in one store window after another, mainly to catch his reflection, when he saw he was in front of an old Barber shop. He was going to get his hair cut after he dropped on Ken anyway, and if Ken was going to make him wait…
Due to the glass wall that made up the front of the gym, Ken could see that Greg was not, as he said he would be, waiting for him outside. Pulled this shit all the time. Says he'll wait then disappears. He knew Greg was going to blame it on him but, Ken knew the real story, something bright and shiny caught his eye and pulled him in. He finally found him just sitting down in a freaking barber chair of all things.
"Dammit Greg don't run off on me like that. First you ditch me while we're suppose to be working out, then you wander off when you should be waiting for me." Ken yelled at him as he stormed into the shop.
"Well you found me didn't you? Holy shit, you're suppose to be older than me but you're acting like a kid who lost him Mommy and Daddy at the grocery store."
"And you're acting like I don't even fucking exist or even count. We were supposed to be working out TOGETHER. Not just at the same place at the same time. It's just embarrassing as hell, that's all," Ken said slumping down in one of the waiting area chairs.
"Oh yea. We're both in a gym and I'M the one embarrassing YOU. As if."
"You're right. You've made it clear you're not embarrassed to be seen with me in the gym, just ashamed."
"I'd say the only thing you got wrong is thinking there's a difference."
"I haven't heard brotherly love expressed like this in ages." The Barber said tightening the sheet around Greg neck. Both men looked at his as if he were insane. "I have it on good authority that you can't drive a sibling this crazy unless you really loved them. Maybe if we do something with your hair it'll help bring you together, find a common ground."
The Barber quickly went to work on Greg's hair. It was fairly long and had a slight curl to it, but that soon started disappearing. As the Barber worked to bring the hair shorter, it got straighter at the same time. Darker too, reaching a deep pitch black. Greg also started to change with the cut. He shrank down some to 6 feet even, losing 3 inches. His face got a little bit of Ken's angular qualities of his cheekbones with keeping the square chin. Greg's build was down quite a few pounds by the time the Barber had his hair to a neat skullcap on top of his head. Still more muscular than the average person, Greg had lost a lot of size, but not all of that was muscle. For a good layer of what Greg was able to pass off as muscles was really fat. But it was gone now anyway. Finishing up the cut by brushing the slightly long bangs up and spraying them in place Greg's age had gone down to 20. Making the gap between his older brother and himself even greater. Greg got out of the chair and started checking himself out in the mirror. He wasn't getting the wave to pride he got before, but he was still enjoying the show.
So much so that he didn't see Ken get in the chair and start going through very similar changes. His hair was also being taken to a skullcap shape in pure black. Instead of losing any height and mass, Ken started adding. Packing on a few pounds here and there. Building up his body till he reached Greg's current size. Well built but not huge. Better than he had been, not as much as Greg had been though. Ken kept the good cheekbones that Greg took on, but his pointy, rather weak chin filled out to a box shaped square that had appeared on Greg's face all his life. Ken slowly grew up a few inches to also reach 6 feet even. And as his bangs were sprayed up in place, Ken also started losing years. Many more years than his brother lost but, not dropping below 20 either. Making him the exact same age as Greg.
The two twins didn't have time to really deal with the changes given that their almost identical cocks were straining their workout clothes. Their cocks didn't grow that much, just an inch or so in length, but more than made up for that in thickness. Short fat barrel shaped dicks that looked like cannon shells stuck to their hairy crotches. They undid their matching lycra shorts and started playing with their new cocks immediately. Neither one really looking directly at the other, but knowing he was there and knowing what he was doing. Until the last second went hey turned and as if their dicks were really water balloons, sprayed each other while laughing like idiots.
"Putting the jerk in circle jerk as always," Ken said trying to wipe the cum off his legs.
"Hey, I'm the evil twin, what's your excuse?" Greg replied doing the same thing.
"Uhhhh, what were we talkin' about?"
"I think you gentlemen made a good choice with your hairstyles. In understand the need for twins to create separate styles, but once in a while you have to remind yourselves how much you have in common. Now all you have to decide whose interest you'll concentrate on. Unless of course you can find a common ground. One last thing, let me get that left over hair with the brush."
The Barber took a small brush and started using it around Greg's head.
He concentrated a bit on Greg's left ear till a large pirate type earring hung. The Barber took a couple of swipes with the brush over Greg's left nipple. And even though it was still under his tight shirt, a thick nipple rings now hung from his left nipple. Ken let the Barber do the same to him, sweep away a few stray hairs. Not fully grasping that with the new earring and the nipple ring on his right side, there was now a way to tell the two twins apart.
"Gym?" both twin said to the other at the same time before running out the door.
"Didn't they throw us out just a while back?" Greg asked as they headed for some of the more advanced machines in back.
"Don't ask permission, beg forgiveness. Show me how to use this," Ken said as they attacked one of the machines.
"It's easy, so easy. Watch. We place the weights… here should be OK for us, sit on the bench, take the handgrips like this… see, like this, and just push away. BUT you don't let it slam back. Let it come back slowly, see. THAT'S were we get the most gain. Watch."
Greg pushed the bar away from him with all his might, and strained even more when it came back at him. Time and time again he worked the machine, his muscles staining with the effort. And his muscles growing with the effort. Along with Ken's. For while one twin worked out, the more the pounds of muscles grew on his body, the same muscles grew on the other twin's. Greg's arms were getting huge, pumping up to melon size. His chest was expanding so much he had to shift back in the seat when the weight bar started getting too close. Then, just by watching Ken also took on the same growth. His arms swelled up till it was hard to hold them at his side. He had to shift his back and stance some as his chest grew in. The extra weight made him redistribute how he was carrying it. Both of the twin's neck got thinker and thicker till their heads were like pimples on top. Their jaws got more pronounced but not really as much as their now Neanderthal-esque unibrows. Hair sprouted from their chest and legs. Not thick but noticeable. Like the hair on their backs and shoulders that also came in at the same time their leg hairs took off in growth.
Sweat was pouring off of each twin as they made their way over to the leg machine. Greg again took the lead showing Ken how to set the weight and how to use it. This did not go unnoticed by Terry, one of the trainers at the gym, who got a full eye from the front counter.
"Who are the muscle twins over there? They new?" he asked Paco the large Argentinean muscle beast of a co-owner.
"Pretty new. Don't think I've seen them workout here yet. Shit, they're huge. Got that human gorilla thing going pretty good. Decent form on the machines though. Don't feel we need to keep a safe eye on them from doing anything stupid."
"Yeah sure, I'll watch them…" Terry said not really hearing that Paco said NOT to watch them, but would have done so anyway if he had.
"Think you got it? Think you can do OK for a minute? I got to go tinkle." Greg said getting up from the machine. His legs were so thick, his thighs so massive he almost waddled when he walked.
"You're an adult, you can say pee-pee," Ken said sitting down at the machine.
"I know how you giggle when I say whiz," Greg said making sure his brother was seated properly.
"Whiz. That's such a cool word. How's this? If I keep doing this till you get back I should be OK?" Ken said extending his legs at the knees and the slowly bringing them back down till his feet hit the floor.
"You'll do fine, but if something doesn't feel right, STOP. Be right back."
Greg trotted off to the bathroom as quick as he could. Followed by Terry who was very glad he kept watching. As Terry walked into the Men's Room he saw Greg standing at the urinal. Not that Terry paid THAT much attention but he couldn't have helped notice that he'd never seen an ass clenched so spectacularly while some guy unloaded his bladder. What Terry also didn't notice was how much larger Greg's legs wee getting just by him standing there. Since Ken was still working out in the gym, Greg was also getting the benefits. Terry didn't really need to go, but he really needed to start a conversation with this guy.
"Hey! How's it going?" Greg said as Terry took a place right next to him.
"Doing OK. Looking good out there."
"Place rocks. You work here?" Greg asked.
"Uhh, yeah see shirt says Registered Trainer," Terry said turning slightly to show Greg the front of his shirt and almost spraying him with piss.
"Yow, watch it. Hey, that's not all I see. Awesome cock man. You uhhh, you up for a quick one?" Greg said shaking the last of the pee out of his stubby thick cock.
"You mean you want… Sure, let's grab a stall," Terry said looking around to make sure no one else was in the room
"Fuck the stall man. Not enough room in there for the both of us. I don't mind getting caught if you don't." Greg said dropping pulling his stretched out shorts down to this knees, taking a couple of steps back and leaning forward till his chest rested on the Men's room wall and his ass was in the air.
Terry looked around again with sweat already beading on his forehead. Leon probably wouldn't mind, and Paco said no fucking in the locker rooms…and this wasn't the locker room. Taking a quick glance back a Greg meaty ass, his dick made his decision for him. The large black muscle man pulled his cock out of his sweats and stroked it while he lined up behind Greg. Asses like this, and this willing just didn't come along every day. Terry spit on his hand and started rubbing it between the mounds of Greg's butt. Letting his finger carefully open and insert in the hole.
While Ken, out on the gym floor still carefully and diligently working his legs, suddenly felt a finger in his ass too. He felt a large hand bisect his butt cheeks and slip up and down. But he was by himself out on the gym floor. Ken let his legs lower and he sat there for just a second while he tried to figure out if he was feeling what he was really feeling. His breath was still deep and shallow, not getting back to normal. He was also beginning to smell… urinal cakes?
His mind still trying to wrap around that when he was suddenly impaled upon a dick going up his ass that wasn't really there. Greg did say that if something started hurting to stop, but he didn't think his brother meant this. Ken carefully got up and started walking to the locker room. Not easy to walk when a phantom cock is fucking you for all it's worth.
Back in the men's room Terry's hips were slamming into Greg's ass like he had never felt before. Greg still wasn't 100% sure who this black guy was, but it was not going to be the last time he let the guy fuck him. Both Greg and Ken were young and had not had that much experience yet, but Greg knew a prime butt fucking when he got one.
And so did Ken, who all but collapsed on a corner bench in the back of the locker room. His hips were gyrating slightly forward with what felt like each pump in his ass. His breathing was shallow now, a throaty moan coming with each breath. He reached his left hand and started playing with the nipple ring that hung on his right side. Ken's left hand just ran up and down his chest and stomach. Didn't need either on his cock that was straining against the fabric.
Because Greg was able to work his arm down and start jagging himself off as Leon fucked him. He wasn't going to do it but the suddenly feeling like someone was playing with his nipples became overwhelming. Leon took two last slow hard pumps and shot off deep into Greg's ass. Greg then aimed right to shoot his load into the urinal. Ken unfortunately was too overwhelmed with the phantom fuck and dampened his shorts.
"Always the one left cleaning up." The human muscle ape who now called himself Sanda thought was his used his thick fingers to run the combination on his locker to get to a towel.
And while it was Greg who had dropped his shorts to get fucked, it was Gailah who rolled the back up and kissed Leon in thanks. He tried not to make too quick an exit, didn't want Leon to think he was the fuck and run type, but he knew he left his brother lone too long out in the gym.
He couldn't find Sanda and first, got worried maybe he left. But a wave of relief came over him when he got back in the locker room and found Sanda on his cell.
"Yeah, yeah… no sounds bad. We'll head right over." He clicked the phone closed and looked up at his brother with a smile on his face as cocky as the one Gailah had since he got fucked. "It happened again."
"What did? Who was that?" thinking the 'happened again' comment was in regards to the phone call when he realized his brother meant… "NO WAY, NO FUCK!!! You felt that!?!?" Gailah yelled.
"Every fucking inch. You want proof? You did it over the urinal. NOTHING smells like fucking over a urinal cake." Sanda said getting a high five from his brother. "We have GOT to figure out how that happens some times and not others."
"So that we can get it to happen EVERY time," Gailah said.
"Who was it? That black muscle guy who headed into the toilet right after you?"
"NO shit it was him. Playing all 'Oh hey there, how's it going?' at the urinal. 8 urinals empty and he stands right next to me and starts a conversation. Not even I'M that oblivious as to what's really going on."
"Ah shit, yea, that was Henderson. Needs us right away." Sanda said motioning to his cell. "Told him we'd get cleaned up and head right over. Got no other calls for the day anyway."
"He always pays us more when we're not cleaned up," Gailah said with a smirk.
"Oh yeah…" Sanda said realizing his brother was right, and getting another high five.
The twins didn't as much get dressed as they gathered their stuff together and got fairly presentable. At least enough to be able to be seen in public. As they were making their way out of the gym they couldn't help but notice a commotion coming from the front counter.
"I'm sorry sir. Our system crash again. We fix. Hold on," Chen, one of the two Chinese owners said as he started hitting the keyboard, then pounding on it, swearing in Cantonese. Several other staff members came to help but, as they pretty much knew they would be, were no help at all. And the waiting customers were not getting any happier.
Sanda stopped and looked at his brother. "I think we got time. What do you think?"
"Henderson's going to be pissy if we're there in 30 minutes or 35. Nice guys, nice place, let's do our stuff."
The two brothers walked over to the counter and headed behind where the staff was. Chen and Paco looked a bit surprised at the two burly bodybuilders heading towards their computers.
"This area is for employees only," Paco said holding out his hands stopping them.
"You want it fixed? Give us five minutes," Sanda said dropping his gym bag to the floor.
"Seriously, five minutes. Can it get worse?" Gailah asked.
Chen and Paco made worrying eye contact, knowing they were screwed anyway and stepped aside. Gailah and Sanda pulled up a couple of the rolling desk chairs and sat in front of two of the monitors. Then almost on shockingly precise queue…
"WONDERTWIN POWERS ACTIVATE!!!" the two huge bodybuilders yelled. And with a knock of their knuckles they were off.
Chen and Paco gave each other even more of a worried look. Their eyes as big as saucers in their panicked heads. What type of idiots did they just allow into their system? But the look between them lasted only a split second as they way the twins work.
Fingers that big and that covered in built up calluses should not have been able to be that quick. But they were a blur. Computer screens flashed from one to the next, faster than the staff could even tell what they were. The clacking noises from the keyboards was almost louder than the music playing over head. Big hands grabbed for the mouse and back to the keyboard with the grace of an orchestra conductor moving his baton. Just as the former Greg's knowledge of working out was shared between the brothers, and accelerated, now the former Ken's computer skills were being passed to his brother, and taken far beyond what could be considered normal.
"You caught that right?" "Sure did, moved on. I'm going to look into.." "Already there, why not check out…" "Great idea, on it." The two brothers said back and forth. Beginning and ending each other's sentences in the same voice so it almost sounded like a crazy person talking to himself.
"Do you need our passwords?" Paco asked
"Long past that. Don't worry. Shit did you see…" Sanda said not even slowing down or turning to face Paco.
"Got a nasty bug here gentlemen. Going to download a better virus scan for you so that the next time the one of the FOUR staff members who are using the terminals to surf NIGHTTHUGS.COM won't get that virus again. Cause that's where it came from."
Paco and Chen made eye contact once again, but this time to confirm they were two of the four. Looking over to the far side of the counter where several other employees were standing Leon raised his hand. They would have to ask around for the forth.
"We have a virus?"
"Had, long gone. Just clearing some memory out for you, and setting something up that will do that for you from now on."
Suddenly the two twins stopped and spun around in their chairs. "Who's in charge here? We got just staff or do we have managers or owners?" Sanda asked.
"Chen and I are owners of the gym. There's a third…" Paco said hesitantly, wondering if this is where talk of a bill came in.
"Left hands out please, palms down."
Chen and Paco slowly raised their arms out and held their hands in front of the two men, with their palms down. Suddenly they were met with a stern but not hard slap on the top of their hands.
"Bad owners!! Bad, bad, owners!" The twins started yelling, obviously jokingly, in unison.
"There's a difference between 'low cost' and 'cheap,'" Sanda said as they got out of the chairs. "What you went for was cheap. But it's fixed now. You won't have any problems."
"Just like that?" Chen asked.
"Oh yeah, just like that. Give us a call sometime. We'll talk upgrade." Sanda said pulling a couple of business cards out of his gym bag and handing them around.
"The It Gargantuas?" Chen asked, wondering if he understood the English right, and was saying it right.
"The I.T. Gargantuas. The names are a joke from our Dad, something from a movie, so we decided to go with it. Like I said, give us a call sometime. We're quick, we're good and we know our way around a computer too." Gailah said seeing that Sanda got the joke two and laughed along with him.
"We'd stick around to go over things with you today, but we have to head over to Henderson Motors. We've found that if we HAPPEN to let Mr. Henderson know when we'll be at the gym, 'in case of emergency', something always happens to his system. And we have to go over in our hot and sweaty workout clothes to fix it. Can you imagine that ALWAYS happening. What a piece of work," Sanda said, then continuing to laugh. "Good with a computer too, you fuck head."
The staff of the gym would take a while to get it since they were in shock that their system was up and running and faster than ever before. All the screens had even changed names from "Downtown Gym" to "Muscle Dawgs". The guys they called a week back to get an estimate said they would need a serious system upgrade and quoted a small fortune just to make that one change. And these two guys did it in less than the 5 minutes they said it would take.
"We, like owe you for this today?" Paco asked as they headed towards the exit.
"Oh… we've already been paid." Both twins said as the same time, turning to look at Terry and winking at him. Terry smiled back, then realized that he'd just been fingered. Everyone knew what they meant and there was no denying it. He'd been caught, he was in trouble but… once in a while a fuck is worth it. And that fuck was.
The two brothers left the gym and hit the sidewalk. Sanda turned left and started walking away, with Gailah standing looking at him. Gailah suddenly yelled at his brother who turned around to find him jingling his car keys and motioning in the opposite direction from where Sanda was walking. Sanda then turned and started walking in the correct direction of where they parked their car. Gailah giving him a playful slap in the back on the head. It was a brother thing.