Gym After Hours I
By: BigMike

About every month my uncle lets some buddies of his do their workouts after hours. The gym closes at eleven and then the real hardcore guys stay for a couple hours of working out. Sometimes it gets really wild.

Usually my uncle Ray is there but this time he was going to be gone. I was supposed to close up and let the guys get started, and then take off to let them do their thing by themselves. But this time I wanted to hang around and see what happened. There were six of them: my uncle’s buddies Don, C.J., Randy, Jim, Gary and Ted. They were all gym regulars, and most of them were ex-military dudes, friends of Ray’s from the USMC.

The last of the gym members was heading out at 11:05 when the gang was getting there. I let them in and then locked the door. Randy wanted to mix up some protein shakes before they started working out. Usually Ray does it for them, but this time he wasn’t here, and I didn’t know what stuff he put in the shakes for these guys – he has a lot of different supplements he uses for different things. Randy just went poking around Ray’s office and threw a bunch of shit together. He mixed up about a gallon of stuff that had kind of a weird orange color.

“Don’t know what half of this crap is but this oughta get our engines going,” he said when he brought out a bunch of glasses to the guys. Randy was the tallest of the guys and sometimes people say he looks like he could be Ray’s brother. He is around 6’4, dark hair with really light blue eyes that are like laser intense. He slammed back his glass of protein shake first, all the other guys drinking theirs slower. He made so much that there was extra shake left in the blender jar.

“Is that for me?” I asked, figuring maybe that they were going to let me hang out and work out with them.

“Fuck no,” he said, and gulped the rest of it down, wiping some off his chin that dribbled down. All the guys laughed, and they headed into the gym to get started. The afterhours workouts were private because sometimes the guys wanted to work out in jocks or even bareassed. They started stripping down and picking up weights from the weight rack.

Randy stayed at the desk with me for a minute. “OK, you can get going, kid,” he said. He liked to call me kid even though he wasn’t that much older than me. Randy and Gary were both maybe 25, Jim and Ted were around 30, and C.J. and Don were closer to Ray’s age. All of them were hardasses though so you didn’t want to piss them off. Suddenly Randy’s gut made a really loud gurgling sound. “Damn,” he said. “I can really feel that shit heating up in my gut.” I wondered if he knew which stuff he put into the shake – some of what Ray has back in his office is really intense shit. Randy shoved his hand into his sweatpants and started scratching his nuts. “Damn, my balls are itchy too” he growled, his gut still making groaning sounds.

I was just going to ask Randy if he minded if I hung out, in case they needed anything, when there was somebody banging on the locked front door of the gym. It was this guy Marc who had just joined the gym a couple of months ago. He was always shadowing the core of regular guys but he wasn’t one of them. He would always get up into your space and just be fucking annoying.

I went and unlocked the door. “What’s up Marc? We’re closed.” He pushed right past me and headed in. “I forgot some shit in the locker room.”

I knew he was lying because I checked the locker room already. He must of heard there was a special thing going on after hours, and was just trying to get in on it. He stood there staring at Randy, who was stripping off his sweatpants, standing there in his shirt, jock and shoes, with his hand in his jock pouch, scratching the hell out of his balls.

“What’re you doing man?” Marc said but Randy wasn’t paying him any attention.

“Marc, if you left anything, get it later, we’re closed man.” I said but he didn’t listen. Randy kept scratching but just said, “You heard him, dickwad, take off.”

Marc said, “I’m not going anyplace, fucker.” Randy’s gut gurgled even louder than before and Randy went “Unnnnngh” as his insides kept heating up. Marc didn’t let it go and got even closer to Randy. “What was that? What are you guys doing in here?”

Randy just turned his back to Marc, holding on to the desk and pushing his bare ass back in Marc’s direction. “Havin’ a fart contest, asshole,” Randy said, and let out a huge fart. BrrrAAAAAPPPPP. Marc choked a little and stepped back. I got the hell out of the way. Marc was getting smaller and smaller, disappearing into his clothes. I didn’t know if Randy knew what he did, but he had a big grin on his face watching Marc shrink down. “COOL,” he said, hunting around in the pile of gym clothes until he found Marc who was now around five inches tall. Marc was struggling around and shouting.

“Oh shut the fuck up,” Randy said, and he yanked his jock down. His dick was hanging semihard, pumping up and getting bigger. He had a fat dickhead with a big piss slit. He held his stiffening dick in one hand and Marc in the other. “Say hello to my dick, ya dick,” he said, shoving Marc head first into his dick slit. He held Marc at his cock head, flexing his dick, sucking Marc down into his cock shaft. Once he had Marc about half way down his dick, he took his hands away, putting his hands on his hips, flexing his dick to suck Marc all the way in. I watched the bulge traveling down Randy’s cock, until it reached his balls. They grew, getting big and heavy like two oranges hanging underneath his fat cock. Randy scratched his nuts. “Ahhh YEAH. That feels good. Helps that damn itch.” He turned around and headed into the gym, ignoring me. I knew I should leave but I wanted to see what was happening to the other guys who had shared the protein shake. I knew Randy must of got into some of Ray’s special shit, and who knows what would be happening with all the guys.

Gary and Jim were on the decline press. Gary had his feet hooked onto the bench, hanging on a downward slant while he pumped out his set. Jim was spotting him. I watched from behind the next row of machines. They were so into it that I don’t think they saw me.

“Dude, your stomach feel funny?” Gary said as he did his last rep, putting the bar back on the rack. “Mine sure as fuck does.” Jim motioned for him to trade places, getting down on the bench after Gary got up.”

“My stomach’s okay, but man I got this feeling like I got to take a crap or something like that.” Jim said, starting on his set. He was blond with a crewcut, tanned from working outside all summer, wide and beefy like the football player he used to be. Gary was a little leaner, looking a little like he was a surfer even though he grew up a redneck in Mississippi. Gary laughed, “Well hold it man till we’re done. Something was weird in that protein crap.” Jim finished pushing out his set. He was wearing his jock, and he scratched his bare ass as he got up. “Damn, maybe I’m getting a fever. Feel hot all over.”

Gary got down on the bench. He was one of the guys who liked working out completely bareass. “You’re just getting a good pump man. But damn I can feel the heat from over here.” Sweat was starting to pour down Jim’s face, he was dripping all over. He wasn’t paying attention to spotting Gary. He went around the other side of the bench, where Gary’s feet were. He was getting all red and sweating even more. Gary put the weights back up. “Damn, what’s wrong with you man?” Jim didn’t look like he could talk. He had that look on his face like when you haven’t eaten in a whole day and you can’t even think about anything until you eat something. He grabbed a little bench, stepped up on it, and sat his ass down on the end of Gary’s bench, like he was on the high side of a see saw.

“Jim? What the fuck dude?” Gary said. “You’re fucking sitting on my feet, man.” Jim didn’t say anything. He was just breathing real heavy, panting like he just ran a big race. He reached under his butt and grabbed Gary’s ankles, unhooking Gary’s feet from the end of the bench. I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but I could see how much sweat was running down his back and dripping into his beefy ass crack. Jim grunted. “Unnnnggggh!” Gary yelled out. “DUDE! Are my feet ... ? FUCK! Are my feet UP YOUR ASS?” Jim just rolled back a little bit, swiveling his hips up. I moved so I could see. Damn. Jim had both of Gary’s feet stuffed up his asshole. Damn.

Gary was wriggling but he was in a bad position, stuck hanging slanting backwards on the bench. “What the fuck man! Get offa me!” Jim was still panting, his eyes rolling back in his head. It didn’t even look like he heard Gary. Jim just scooted down the bench, pulling on Gary’s calves. His asshole was stretching, taking more of Gary in. It looked like he was just going to slide all the way down, using gravity to force Gary up into his hungry butt.

Maybe I should of gone to help Gary but I couldn’t move, I just watched Jim inching his way down the bench, shoving Gary more and more between his legs and up his butt.

“DAMMIT!” Gary yelled. “Are you fucking hearing me man! GET OFF!” Jim was almost halfway down the bench now and Gary’s naked crotch was sliding up into his stretched ass. Jim kept making these crazy sounds like I make when I am beating off and really getting into it. From how hard Jim’s dick was in his jock, it looked like he was really fucking getting off on it.

Gary was panicking a little bit, reaching in between Jim’s legs to try and loosen the grip Jim’s ass had on him. It looked like it was pretty slippery with how much Jim was sweating, because Gary ended up with his hands both pinned up Jim’s butthole, trapped tight next to his thighs.

“FUCK!” Gary yelled. “GUYS! ANYBODY!” But nobody else in the gym was listening to Gary. Jim was really sliding faster now. He tilted back again, leaned his head back, and just slid down the bench, his ass opening even wider, easily slurping down over Gary’s abs and ribcage. Pretty soon Jim was almost at the bottom of the bench, with only Gary’s head sticking out from between his beefed up glutes. Jim struggled up to his feet, stepping away from the bench, walking bowlegged because of Gary’s head sticking out of his ass crack. He turned his back to me again, slipping his jock down, beating his cock with both hands. I could see jizz flying out as he came, and with every shot, his ass flexed, pulling Gary in. Gary disappeared into Jim’s buttcrack as Jim kept shooting more and more jizz, covering the bench. Course I was going to have to clean it up.

I went to go grab some towels to mop up the flood of cum that Jim shot all over, and in the other corner of the gym I saw C.J., Don and Ted. They were in a row, each on his own bench. C.J. looks kind of like Dennis Quaid, and he was laying on his back doing dumbbell flyes. Don was standing doing a military press working his shoulders. He always gets people telling him he looks like Russell Crowe, and he’s got that same crazyass temper that Russell Crowe does too. Ted kind of looks like Eminem, and he was sitting down doing bicep curls. OK, I thought. Nothing crazy going on with these dudes. Maybe that protein shake didn’t do the same thing to everybody. Then I heard that same gurgling sound. It sounded like it started with C.J. but then you definitely hear it happening with all three of them. It was so loud I couldn’t believe it.

Ted wasn’t stopping his curls. “Hate ... that ... shit ... Randy makes us drink,” he said finishing a set and switching arms. “Get a great pump but ...fucks ... up ... your insides.”

Don kept lifting the barbell up. “Sposed to fill you up but just makes me damn hungry. Like there’s anti-calories in there.”

C.J. just kept doing the flyes. “Shut ... up ... assholes. Can eat soon enough.”

Don grinned watching himself in the mirror. “Could eat a whole side of beef. Could eat a horse. Could eat ... somethin’ about your size” he said, looking at Ted. Ted switched arms again.

“Suuuure you could. I’m about 700 quarter pounders, so you’d have to have a way bigger mouth than you already have.” Ted kept pounding away at his curls.

“You mean a big mouth ... like this?” Don said. He shoved the barbell up into the air, holding it over his head, and at the same time stretched his mouth open wide. It kept opening and opening, his chin hitting his chest, his jaw popping off its hinges. C.J. stopped his flyes, sitting up to look at Don, but Ted was too into his curls to even notice that Don’s mouth was like five times its normal size. C.J. stood up.

“Looks big enough for a load of quarter pounders, let’s test it out,” he said. Don dropped the barbell, stepping closer to look at his mouth which was still stretching bigger. He pulled on it, groaning like that felt good, the way stretching out a tight muscle feels good. C.J. knocked the dumbbell out of Ted’s hand and before Ted could do anything, C.J. had him up and over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “What the FFFF---“ is all Ted had time to say before C.J. had turned around and butted Ted’s head right into Don’s huge mouth. Don was choking, but he was managing to take it. C.J. braced himself, bending his knees and really shoving Ted like a fucking battering ram right straight down Don’s throat. Don was pulling on his own jaw, making loud grunting sounds, helping aim Ted in. I could see a big bulge going down Don’s throat as Ted was being pushed into his gut. Don’s abs started bulging out. C.J. kept pushing and pushing, almost choking Don. Pretty soon only Ted’s feet were sticking out, still kicking around a little. Don was trying to gulp, but Ted was stuck in his throat and he couldn’t get him further down. C.J. said, “Aw fuck it,” grabbed Ted’s ankles, and pushed his feet all the way down Don’s throat, his own arm going into Don’s mouth almost up to the shoulder. Suddenly Don wrapped his lips tight around C.J.’s big bicep, keeping him stuck there. C.J. and Don locked eyes. Don was applying suction, trying to pull C.J. in there after Ted. C.J. conked Don on the side of the head saying, “Oh no you don’t FUCKER,” and pulling his arm out with a huge wet SLUURRRRRRP.

Don sat down heavy on the bench, his gut ballooned out like a big inflated beachball. You could totally see where Ted was curled up in his belly, pushing against the back of Don’s tight abs.

Then I jumped when I heard Ray’s voice right behind me.

“So who let the guys get into my special stash?” he said, sounding all pissed off. But when I turned around he was grinning. There was Randy standing with him, his balls bulged out big, turning Marc into a load of jizz. Jim was standing with his legs spread, flexing his glutes tight, feeling Gary moving around deep inside his ass. C.J. had a big old grin, going up to shake Ray’s hand. “These afterhours deals are always good but this one was the fucking best, buddy.”

Ray smiled wider. “Oh yeah. We’re gonna do this again. Looks like we are gonna need to expand the list of who’s invited.” He looked at C.J. “So you’re the only one who didn’t get a extra workout tonight,” he said. “What’s it gonna be? Gut? Ass? Dick? And who do ya want?”

C.J. thought about it, and said ...

TO BE CONTINUED

The End