My Uncle's Gym II
By: BigMike

I was doing some cleanup at my uncle's gym on a Thursday afternoon. It was raining and there was hardly anybody there. I had my headphones on and was rockin out while I was cleaning one of the mirrors in the freeweights room. In the mirror I could see my uncle at the desk talking to some dude in a suit. My uncle didn't look too happy. I took off my headphones and went closer, pretending like I was wiping down the weight benches.

The guy was handing my uncle his business card. From what I could pick up on, the dude was a rep for one of the big fitness center chains. My uncle's gym is independent, and he really hates the McGym kind of places. His place is serious shit, for his lifting buddies and his buds who used to be in the military. He doesn't dick around with aerobics classes and stuff like that, or roid rage assholes either. He likes to be in charge, and there's no way he was going to sell out to be some franchise.

I couldn't hear everything the guy was saying, but he had a real asshole smirk on his face. He was telling my uncle that he could either sell out, or he'd be making some trouble with the county government. Some kind of inspection that would cost him an arm and a leg, and he'd have to sell out to the chain anyway. So it was either now or later.

I know my uncle Ray and I know you don't fuck with him. But he's got a real good poker face, too.

"Well, looks like you made your case there - what'd you say your name was?"

"Steve."

"Okay, Steverino. I can see when I'm beat. Let's you and me make a deal, and you can tell your boss all about it. Where'd you say your headquarters was?"

"We're over in Atlanta."

"Well, hell, you sure came a long way just to get this place under your belt."

I could see the look on that guy Steve's face, like he couldn't believe he just scored. He was probably like six years older than me, like mid 20s, his hair all slicked back and in a suit that looked like he just got it at TJ Max.

"You're actually doing me a favor, Steverino. This place has been a pain in my ass the last couple years, and I been telling my buddies I wanted to unload it. This is my lucky day."

Just then there was a big crack of thunder and the lights kind of flickered on and off. It was raining like crazy and it was almost dark even though it was maybe 2 in the afternoon.

"Now buddy, you don't want to go getting on the highway in that kind of crappy weather. Tell you what, let me treat you to a session with our massage therapist. On account of our new deal."

I was like, what the hell? The beefy dude who came in to do rubdowns was only here a couple days a week, and he wasn't here today. Sometimes Ray did them himself, but there was no way he was giving this asshole a free rubdown.

"Yep, that's right. It's right on in there. Just put your clothes in one of the lockers. Yep. Hell, no, it's my pleasure."

The guy just went into the locker room when my uncle waved me over. "Okay boy. This is gonna be your test. You ready?" I didn't know what he was talking about, but I just nodded my head. When Ray tells you to do something, you do it. "We only got a couple minutes to get you ready. Get your ass back here."

Ray locked the front door and put the "closed" sign up, and then took me back to the room back behind the front desk. There was a little sink with some cabinets, and a blender he used to mix up his protein shakes. He unlocked one of the cabinets, and started throwing all kinds of herbs and powders into the blender. Some of it was nasty looking shit, all green and brown. He dumped some soy milk in, and then blended it up.

"Okay, drink this."

"I'm not drinking that crap, man."

My uncle glared at me, his bicep bulging out as he yanked the blender off its base.

"Fucking DRINK it."

He held the back of my head, tipped it back, and practically poured what was in the blender down my throat.

For as bad as that shit smelled, it didn't taste that bad. In fact it tasted pretty good. It was a combination of a lot of flavors, kind of salty and almost sweet. I chug-a-lugged the whole thing before I even knew it.

"Okay, wipe your chin. There. Now come on in here with me. We got some business to take care of." My uncle walked back to the entrance to the little massage room. "Oh yeah. Take your shirt off."

"Why?"

"You're gonna need some room to stretch."

I still didn't know what exactly he was talking about, but I didn't ask. I took my shirt off and followed him into the room.

It was really dark in the room, and I could see where that guy Steve was laying face down on the massage table. The dude was in pretty good shape - guess he would have to be if he was working for a chain of gyms - pretty lean. You could tell he went to a tanning booth, though. Dick.

"Hey there Steverino. Turns out my massage girl is busy with someone else, but we'll get you started and then she'll take over for the end. That okay with you?"

"Fine. Whatever. If she's good I'll make sure they keep her when they fire everybody else's ass."

"You do that, buddy." My uncle took a bottle of oil and squirted some into his big palm. He started rubbing it all over the guy's back.

"What kind of oil is that? I recognize that smell."

"Almond oil Best kind. Totally edible," my uncle said, as he slathered it up and down the guy's body.

I was already kind of bored. Did he want me to watch him give this dude a rubdown? What the hell for? I was going to ask him if I could take off, when I got a really bad cramp in my stomach.

It was like my whole stomach clenched up in a knot and squeezed tight. I could feel that drink my uncle gave me sloshing around in there, and it was like my entire insides turned into water. I thought maybe I was going to be sick.

I bent over and my gut gurgled, loud. "RrrRRRRRRRrrrrrr."

The guy tried to pick his head up from the table. "What the fuck is that?"

"Ah, that's just my assistant. He's observing. Hasn't had any lunch yet. Don't fuckin worry about it." My uncle shoved the guy's head back down on the table. "Gotta finish oiling you up." He worked his way down to the guy's feet, and then up to his shoulders. He started working the oil over the guy's hair.

"Hey man ..."

"Relax, buddy. Relax. It's all good. Heather does this thing with your head, buddy, you are going to love it." Steve settled back down while my uncle kept pouring the oil onto his head.

I was getting dizzy and my stomach was hurting worse. I couldn't even open my mouth to say anything. You know how right before you're going to puke, your mouth starts to water? My mouth was pumping full of saliva. Hell, it was like saltwater. There was a ton of it. My abs clenched and my stomach rumbled again, even louder than the first time. "rrrrRRRRRrrrrrr" My eyes were almost rolling back in my head and I felt like I was going to fall over.

"Jesus, kid, eat something, wouldja?" Steve muttered, still face down.

"Good idea," my uncle said, and pulled me right up to the end of the table where Steve's head was. He leaned down and whispered right next to my ear, bending me down so my head was almost level with Steve's. "Ready .... set ...."

Then he gave me a squeeze from behind, like he was doing the Heimlich maneuver. My gut suddenly squeezed tight, like when you are puking your guts out. Only this felt like the reverse. My mouth opened wide and my eyes closed and I felt all my muscles contracting HARD. It was like my stomach was a bottomless pit and I was suddenly hungrier than I had ever been in my life. I heard a cracking, popping sound. My muscles released, and when I opened my eyes, I could feel that my mouth was stretched wide ... really wide... like HUGE.

Steve's head was halfway in my mouth. Only his chin was still sticking out.

My uncle barked at me. "Keep going. KEEP GOING! Gotta get him in further or he will still be struggling!" He grabbed Steve's arms, which were flailing, trying to hit me. I didn't know what to do. Part of me wanted to try and spit the guy's head out of my mouth, but part of me wanted to...

My whole body contracted again, starting with my abs, like the puking-in-reverse. This time it lasted for longer, like maybe ten or fifteen seconds. I could feel my jaw opening wider, popping as it stretched. It didn't hurt. It felt good. Real good. Real FUCKING GOOD.

"Here come his shoulders," my uncle said as he heaved the guy's body forward, stuffing his shoulders into my huge mouth. I could feel the guy's head moving down my throat. I thought I would be choking but I was breathing hard and heavy through my nose. All my senses got really clear, like when I was at the peak of a workout. "SWALLOW!" my uncle shouted. Again my body contracted and my throat opened up. My uncle pushed hard and Steve slid into my mouth another foot or so. My mouth was stretched all the way around the middle of his chest, about at his elbows. I know I must have been in pain from all the incredible stretching, but endorphins were pouring into my brain and I felt like I had smoked a really fucking powerful bong.

And my dick was really really fucking hard.

I knew why my uncle had oiled the guy up so much. He never used that much oil if he was doing a rubdown but he was getting the guy slick enough to slide down my throat. I couldn't believe I was really swallowing a dude, like I saw him do. That time I caught my uncle swallowing a dude whole, he said he would teach me, but after that he never mentioned it again. I guess this was my lesson.

"SWALLOW! Come on you little fucker, I can't shove him down your throat!" my uncle shouted, like he did when he was doing a weight training session. I tried to gulp again, but it was hard. The guy was stuck, and he wasn't moving. I tried pushing against my own abs, the way my uncle did at first, and it worked. It triggered something, and my whole body clenched again. GULLLLP! My mouth and throat were huge now. My lips were around the guys waist, almost at the tan line at the top of his white butt cheeks.

I had to take a second to breathe. My heart was pumping so fast I thought maybe I was going to have a heart attack. My head was spinning, and my vision kept getting close to blacking out. Shit, I was fucking SWALLOWING a dude. Just thinking about it made my dick harder. I could feel it leaking through my sweatpants.

"Come on. Come ON Mike, you can't stop halfway through. You got to keep a rhythm going. Your body can't stay in this state too long. Rest for more than a minute and you could come out of it, and then you're gonna be in deep shit. Come on. Keep going! Gotta stay pumped! Keep the energy flowing." I tried to nod, with the guy's body hanging out between my lips, still struggling weakly, and I braced myself against the massage table, trying to trigger the gut spasm again. It wasn't working. I could feel cold sweat dripping down my face, stinging my eyes.

"Aw fuck. OK. I'm gonna help you out this time," my uncle said, and came back around behind me. He wrapped his arms around me, feeling where Steve was starting to slide into mystomach and push my abs out. "Nice," he said. "You got to keep the energy flowing. It's like sex energy - you got to be at your max to do something this powerful." Then he surprised the fuck outta me. He shoved my sweatpants and jock down, and grabbed my hard, leaking dick. He started jerking it off with one rough hand, pushing on my gut with the other. "Get in a rhythm, fucker. COME ON! Go! GO!"

All of a sudden the spasm happened again, and my mouth slid up over Steve's white, round ass. I could taste the saltiness and muskiness of his ass and crotch. It was making me even hornier. I could feel the energy building up in me as my uncle pumped away on my dick. It was going through me in waves, and the spasms were happening in a regular rhythm. I was jerking forward, mouth gulping, throat getting wider and wider. My mouth slid over his ass, then halfway down his thighs, then to his knees. I could feel my gut expanding into a beer belly, then past that to a beach ball, swelling bigger and bigger. I was in the home stretch now. My lips were wrapped tight around the guy's knees, then around his calves, then his ankles. Now only his feet were outside my lips, and my uncle was fisting my dick with both hands.

"Come ON... come ON... SWALLOW that FUCKER ... DO IT!" I used the last of my energy to slurp Steve's feet between my lips, and I felt his legs and feet slide over my tongue, down my throat and into my gut. I looked down at my enormously stretched belly. I could see the outline of Steve's lean, muscled body curled up in my gut. I could feel the enormous pressure of his weight hanging there. I was gasping for breath, my jaw hanging huge and loose. I could feel my balls about to explode. My uncle was slamming away on my dick. "Come ON ... come ON ... COME ON!"

Suddenly a bunch of things happened at once. I felt my dick start shooting everywhere, my load rocketing out. I leaned my head back and started belching to reduce the pressure in my gut. Burp after burp exploded out of my throat. At the same time I could feel my jaw pulling back into place, the overstretched muscles relaxing back to normal size. My vision got dim. I blacked out.

I woke up, still in the massage room. I was lying on the table. My uncle was looking down at me, a huge grin on his face. "Well, there ya are buddy. Been almost eight hours. Feel good?"

I looked down, expecting to see a grossly swollen gut. But my abs were as flat as they always were. My chest looked a little pumped, like I'd had a good workout. I looked at each arm. My biceps were bigger, too.

"Looks like you buffed up some, too. Good fucking work. My first one, I could barely get the guy in all the way."

My mouth and jaw hurt, like I'd been to the dentist. I couldn't say anything. I just nodded.

"Yea,h, you're sore. That will get less each time you do it. First time hurts like a bitch. But you did it, champ. You fuckin' did it."

He leaned in closer. "Now I bet you got to take a shit real bad, don'tcha?"

As he said it, I realized my ass felt packed to bursting. He helped me up and followed me to the locker room., standing outside the stall while I unloaded my guts.

"Couldn't let that little fucker get away with the shit he was trying to pull. Figured the time was right. Been promising to teach you, but hell boy, you're a natural."

When I finally came out of the stall, feeling like I'd been in there for an hour, my uncle clapped me on the shoulder. "I'm gonna show you how to mix up one of those drinks for yourself. And after a while, you're not gonna need the extra stimulation, your body will just know how to do it all on its own. Gotta develop your instinct. You're gonna do just fine."

He pulled me to face him. I looked up into his face, his wide grin beaming.

"But one thing, boy. Don't ever fuck around with me. I'd swallow you soon as look at you. And you know I ain't shitting you."

I stood there for a second. I knew he was serious.

Then he laughed, and wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we headed back to his office. "Good day's work, boy. Good day's work."

The End