Chapter 4
Powerhouse
Trent had gone from his office (checking that things were kosher since he’d been gone) to the locker room (where he dropped off his gym bag and mixed his pre-workout). The entire time was spent mired in a strange mix of anxiety and excitement. He hated that feeling – it made him feel less in control. Taking a long gulp from his shaker bottle, he thought, This isn’t like you. It’s sex… with Will! Is that such a bad thing?
The dissenting voice in Trent’s head had a point. He’d been with guys just as big – well nearly as big – and had great times, so that couldn’t be it. This was different. This was Will.
Trent reminisced about his time with Jonny. That situation had undeniably opened new doors and horizons, sure, but this felt more like one of those boundaries someone couldn’t and shouldn’t cross without the future irreparably changing.
That’s it! the voice realized as Trent finished the last part of his drink. You’re scared! The fact you don’t know how things might change frightens the shit out of you. Especially with this franchise fast becoming a reality and Will being a huge cornerstone of that effort.
“I’m not scared of Will…” Trent said dissentingly.
You can say that all you want, his thoughts continued, but you’re afraid of how you’d be perceived if you say no. “Cassidy backed out on a deal?” folks will whisper…
“Keep trying… that’s not it…”
There’s also the chance he’ll change gyms if he’s disappointed with you or that reputation of yours, and take all those other clients he’s brought to the competition.
“So, you’re saying he’s got me over a barrel?”
Yes, but it’s one that you built. Whether you like it or not, Will’s an integral part of Swole, Trent. By your own doing.
Trent didn’t like that fact, but it was true. Rushing back to the leg room after spending far too much time mulling over the situation, he still didn’t know if he should stop this train in its tracks or ride it out to the destination?
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Trent snapped as he arrived.
“Took your sweet time, didn’t you?” Will was wrapping his knees with grimy white straps.
Stepping onto the hard floor around the squat rack, Trent leaned on an empty weight tree. “Now I know how Jonny felt,” he whispered, noting the plates were loaded for a four-hundred-five-pound set.
“What was that?” Will asked as he finished.
“Nothing,” Trent replied. “Just over here shitting myself.”
Will laughed fleetingly, then took his place under the bar. He cranked out his set, making the whole thing look easy. The last few reps were shaky and pained grunts filled the room just before the finishing clang.
“Legs throbbing, Powerhouse?” Trent asked.
“Not as much as last week, but yeah. Though now I get to rest for a few. You’re up pretty boy.”
With lower weight and a higher number of groans, Trent banged out his set. Though neither said it outright, there was a bit of a competition happening as they traded spots for their respective turns. The duo continued the routine for four more grueling sets, and by the end, their legs were near bursting.
“Freaky goodness,” Trent said, rubbing the outer sweep of his thighs. He looked at himself in the mirror, throwing out a quick double biceps pose.
“Be sure to tuck your thumbs,” Will said, correcting Trent’s pose. “It’ll bring out some forearm definition while making your fists look smaller and your arms look bigger.”
“Yeah, well, no pump and all since we’re doing legs today, so…” Trent countered. “I’ll give it a go next arm day, though.”
“Be sure to count me in for that,” Will said with a wink, followed by the same pose. He dwarfed Trent. “But that’s for another day. Next stop now; lunges.”
To Trent, the next half hour felt like any other workout, except for the intimidating mass-monster moving at least twice the weight he was. Once the lunges were done, leg extensions were next, and finally leg curls. He was dabbing sweat off his face when Will came up behind him. Trent could smell the distinct, manly scent of deodorant and hard work lingering in the air.
“I want to wrap up with one more thing,” Will said, a burly hand clasping Trent’s shoulder as if it was one of the bars. Surprisingly, he squeezed.
“What did you have in mind?” Trent asked while thinking, this is certainly new.
“Just some good girls and bad girls,” Will replied, referring to the abductor and adductor machines. He worked a thumb deep into Trent’s hard muscle. “Man, your stiff…”
“That’s what he said,” Trent joked, “or… or she of course, depending on who we’re –”
Will didn’t wait for Trent to finish, shifting his bulky frame into Trent’s peripheral vision. Quite a large dick print was visible in those gray sweats.
Surely that’s just a wrinkle in the fabric? Trent surmised. The outline ended way down Will’s leg, much further than he’d expected given the stereotypes around huge bodybuilders. Bill, you better not outclass me everywhere, you genetic freak.
As Trent watched (while trying not to look like he was watching), Will grabbed the base of his tee. He tugged the shirt upward and his back spread out so far that the shirt got stuck a few times.
“Um, need help?”
“No,” Will answered abruptly, the shirt breaking free from its muscle-bound prison. “Now, I think since you’re the bad one of the bunch, you should get on those bad girls.” Will threw his shirt on the ground, turned (Jesus, that back), and stood beside the abductor machine. He moved the pin all the way to the bottom and motioned toward it. “Two-ninety-five okay?”
“Yeah, that’s good,” Trent answered. Taking a seat with his legs closed between two vinyl pads, Trent’s hardening dick got caught in the hem of his shorts.
“What’s that about?” Will asked with a tone of surprise. He pointed toward Trent’s junk.
Trent was a little confused. “Damn, how’d he get out?” Trent started to put it away.
“Woah, woah…” Will responded. He stepped right in front of Trent. “I asked what that is about…”
Trent looked up at the beast, whose square chest was heaving above his brick and mortar torso. It was a daunting sight yet, since Will’s eyes were also roving over Trent’s sweating body, he took a chance and replied, “It’s about a good fucking time.”
“Damn right it is.” A smile broke across Will’s lips. “Now come on, just one set. Spread ‘em.”
Eagerly, Trent pushed his legs outward against the pads, slowly forcing the weights up. As he continued with each rep, those shorts rode further up and his cock inched further out. Near the end, most of Trent was hanging free.
“Hold that last rep,” Will said forcefully.
Trent did as he was told, straining to keep nearly three-hundred pounds from closing his legs again.
Will reached down between Trent’s legs and clutched his dick. Since his hands were larger than many other guys, he could wrap them fully around Trent’s girth.
“Now close,” Will said. “For a five count.”
Trent grimaced, both agony and ecstasy surging through his legs as the weights descended over those five seconds.
Will’s grip on him was also tight, and he stroked Trent the whole time, coaxing out large drops of shiny precum. “Atta boy,” he said, using his thumb to spread juice all over Trent’s head.
Trent shuddered, then moaned.
“Now it’s my turn on adductors,” Will said, letting go. “Snag a forty-five-pound plate for me.”
Trent stood, then grabbed a plate from the closest tree. That fucker wrapped his bear paws all the way around! Trent thought as he made way for the adductor machine. Thanks for the complex, bro! Putting the pin at two-ninety-five, Trent dropped two additional five-pound adjustments, finally pinning the extra forty-five on. “Gotcha set,” he said. “Three-fifty for the big guy.”
Trent expected to hear a snarky reply, or at least see Will walking over, but what he saw was the thing he least expected.
Will had his back turned, busy removing his sweatpants one sinewy tree trunk at a time. When he was out, kicking the sweats out of the way, Will stretched, flexing his powerful glutes, hamstrings, and every other muscle in view. Since he’d also been commando, Will’s large balls were swinging between his legs, along with a monstrous shape that foreshadowed things to come.
Trent appreciated the sight from several perspectives – there was a lot of hard work on display and the obvious one that it was hot as sin – but it was when Will swung back around, and Trent got a full view of what he was packing, that he realized Will Marsh had won the goddamn genetic lottery. Yup, if there was ever a person that needed to have their picture plastered by the words “absurd,” “manhood,” and “tore the fuck up” it would be him.
Nobody needs a pole like that, Trent justified to himself. He might have been jealous. Nine by six – the dimensions of a decent paperback book – was certainly nothing to sneeze at, but Will… shit, those extra inches were just cruel.
“Thanks,” said Will at last. It was like he wasn’t even naked, except that pendulous horse cock was swinging like an inflatable tube man as he paraded by.
Will took a seat in the machine, this one set up with his legs spread apart, straddling the pads. Using one hand, he adjusted the equipment wider, while the other one made sure to move his dick out of harm’s way (so it didn’t get crushed when he brought his legs together). Placing it along his torso, the tip went well past his belly button.
Trent shook his head as Will cranked out a solitary, slow rep. His muscles were tense and his cock, well it swayed like an inviting finger. A giant’s finger.
Nope, not jealous at all…
“That’s it?” Trent asked. “Just one rep?”
Will shook his head. “Nope. I need more weight.”
“Another forty-five? On it.” Trent started to grab another plate.
“Good choice of words, but not that kind of weight.” Tilting his head, Will’s dick was throbbing.
“Jesus,” Trent said, followed by a short chuckle. “Here I thought you were the good girl in this scenario?”
“Oh, I still am. Real good.”
“I see nothing good about this situation,” Trent folded his arms and puffed out his chest.
“That’s because I’ve not even started with you yet,” Will stated. “Now, just shut up and get over here, Trenton. Lose the clothes while you’re at it – you look like bottles of ketchup and mustard got together to make one ugly-ass baby.”
“Fine,” Trent said like a kid throwing a tantrum. Sneering, he stripped off the stringer and shorts, tossing them aside without an ounce of finesse.
Will was watching, both hands clasped firmly around the base of his cock. One was stacked above the other with room to spare; the engorged thing was easily over three hands long.
Trent reached the machine, realizing Will’s hands couldn’t fully close around his rager.
Fuck my life…
“Climb on,” Will said.
Trent started easily enough, but ascending that mountain of mass in that tight space wasn’t easy. “Would you be surprised if I told you I’d never done this?”
“Since you’ve done everything and everyone under the sun, I would…”
“Good, because that was a lie. I’ve done this a few times actually. Four if I remember correctly.” Trent nestled himself against Will’s lap, moving the large rod gently down the center of his ass cheeks. The thing was radiating heat. It told Trent how horny Will was. “Though now that I think about it, that could still be a true statement since I happened to be in your position all those the times.”
Will seized Trent’s cock. “Can I use this thing as a lever to turn your chatterbox down?”
Trent squinted, breathing heavily through gritted teeth as he stared straight into Will’s eyes. “No,” he panted, “but I know a couple of other things that would work.”
“Yeah, I have couple things I plan to use,” Will said wryly. Leaning forward, he grabbed Trent at the back of the head, pulling him closer. Both men’s lips met and after the initial shock, pure passion took over.
Trent’s hands intimately explored Will’s body as they rubbed against each other, taking every opportunity and liberty to caress his hair, grasp his hard flesh, and feel his titanic tool against his hole.
During their ardent rapture, Will snatched one of Trent’s hands. He spit in it. Told him to rub the head until it was slick.
“Yes…” Trent moaned. “Fuck, yes…” His eyes slid back into his head – Will started to push his way in.
“My fucking God, you’re tighter than I expected,” Will bellowed.
Trent ignored the slight, realizing Will had resumed his routine.
Pressing his massive legs together while Trent rode him like the horse he was, Will’s spit-lubed cock went deeper with each rep. The sensation was skin splitting, Trent crying joyous tears by the time he bottomed out. There, he ground his ass a few times before rising, only to bear down on Will again for another helping of harrowing bliss.
“F…u…c…k…,” Trent snarled, cum oozing out of his rock-hard rod without the need to touch it at all. He skirted the point of no return.
There was plenty of meat to go around, Will blasting more reps out while impaling Trent like a roast pig on a spit.
Trent grabbed Will’s shoulders, squeezing them as he moved his hands along his traps toward the cords of his thick, scruffy neck.
Will grabbed Trent’s head again. Pulled him in for another kiss. His mouth moved from there to Trent’s ear. He bit it, then after blowing a cooling breeze whispered, “You’re getting me close, Casanova. What’re you going to do about it?”
Trent immediately bottomed out, hips churning like making butter, and all he needed was the milk.
Will suddenly stopped his routine. His breathing was heavy, and he was stiffening everywhere. His mouth dropped open before those lips curled back to expose his pearly whites.
“I’m c-close,” Will stammered. “You’re g-going to m-make me…” Then he roared.
Trent could feel himself being pumped full of a sticky, hot load; hear the sound of wet slapping as he continued to churn; smell both sin and success.
Will rolled his head back, sweat streaming out from every pore in his entire body.
“Dude, that was great,” Trent said between exhausted puffs of air. “Hope it lived up to that reputation you talked about.”
Will swallowed, then nodded faintly.
Setting his hands on Will’s chest, Trent could feel his heart thumping away. It felt like it could burst through at any moment. “Feels like you’re ready to get cleaned up and –”
Suddenly, Will’s hands shot up, closing around Trent’s wrists like a booby trap.
Trent looked into Will’s eyes. He was staring back at him with a single eyebrow raised.
“Or,” Will said, “we might not be finished yet…”
Two naked, muscular men burst into the locker room, the gray walls and blue lockers holding no judgement over what they saw. The row of wooden benches though – running down the middle of the room all the way to the showers and sauna – might have objected to what was about to happen.
“You didn’t say there would be two rounds,” Trent claimed, taking a breath after their prolonged trip from the leg room.
“I didn’t expect you to get away without getting off, either,” Will replied, licking Trent’s neck as he guided him toward one of the benches. “There’s still that half of the deal…”
Trent pulled away, the corner of his lip pulled up into a devilish smirk. “Is there a third part I should be aware of?”
Will grinned and without a word pushed down on Trent’s shoulders, sending the smartass crashing to the seat.
“Huh, seems like I can go deeper than your squats,” Trent smarted off.
“We’ll see about that.” Will spun him around like a ragdoll into a sixty-nine position. He clubbed Trent’s face with his dick – it made a satisfying slap – before forcing it into his mouth. “You know, for all the smart talking that comes out of your mouth, I’m surprised that’s all of me you can fit in there.”
Will bent over to explore Trent’s ass, making sure to shove his cock further down Trent’s throat to prevent any rebuttals.
Trent moved a hand out where Will could see it, stuck out his middle finger and waved.
“Appreciate the idea,” Will retorted, spreading Trent’s velvety ass cheeks apart to expose his worked hole. It was quivering, still in shock from Will’s earlier assault. “Poor thing,” he said, sending a single finger inside to find his prostate.
Trent heaved, his body quaking.
Will ignored the sounds, sending a second finger descending into Trent’s depths. Two more fingers then followed for a total of four.
Trent whimpered.
“Oh come on,” Will said with a proud thrust of his hips. “You took way more than that before.” Will drew closer, biting down on Trent’s ass cheek before backing up along his taint and balls, then his shaft, all the way to his bulbous head. Will took it into his mouth and began to suck, his soft lips and prickly beard sending waves of pleasure through Trent’s lower half.
The two continued their hedonistic rapture for a while, Trent using both hands to polish the length of shaft his mouth couldn’t fit. Will was getting firmer, his veins bulging more. Trent got faster, his own cock getting worked toward the edge of glory.
Then, unexpectedly, Will pulled out. He stood, looming over Trent before silently picking him up like a wheelbarrow. Setting Trent’s shoulders on the cold ground and propping him up on the bench with cock pointing high in the air, Will turned his back and straddled his plaything.
Trent didn’t know where things were going, but as Will’s ass started to descend on his furious hard-on, Trent didn’t care. Will’s hole was ridiculously tight and his muscles were doing their best to stop anything from entering.
“Fuck Bill, you’re tighter than –”
“Don’t even say it!” Will shouted, pushing himself further onto Trent’s cock.
Then Trent felt something outlandish. Was it the head of Will’s dick teasing his own asshole?
No fucking way, Trent thought as he looked up to Will’s back. He’s not seriously going to…
But Will planned to do exactly what Trent was thinking. With a firm hold, Will began pushing his dick into Trent’s ass, unleashing a mighty groan. Once inside, Will placed his hands on Trent’s outstretched knees and rode him. Both men plowed each other – at the same time no less – loving the feeling of packing someone with big cock while being stuffed themselves. It was an explosion of pleasure, wonder, and ample amounts of what the fuck.
“Jesus, that feels good,” Will rumbled.
Who ARE you? Trent thought, unable to say anything due to the punishing ecstasy coursing through his body.
Their surreal reality continued for what seemed like eternity, ending when Will pulled out and laid back on the next bench. “Fuck me.”
Trent wasted no time complying, all nine inches entering with a colossal plunge.
Will’s eyes were shut, those massive arms tucked behind his head while that ridiculous dick bounced around. Trent grabbed hold of it, stroking with both hands while he thrusted. Will was still warm, sweat beading on his lean skin, collecting in all the tiniest grooves and striations. Trent could literally see the pressure building, veins bulging from his furthest extremities to the one right there in his hands.
“Oh God…” Trent said. “I’m close!” With Will Marsh’s cock in his hands, Trent spilled over, emptying his balls with a satisfying scream.
Will flew over the edge seconds later, his dick spurting hot jizz all across his abs and Trent’s hands.
Trent pulled himself out, dick slavering on the floor. He staggered toward a bank of lockers, falling back into them.
Will lifted himself into a sitting position. Wiping his brow, he flicked sweat onto the floor with the rest of the mess. “You’re cleaner is going to hate you, man.”
“Lisa’s used to it,” Trent replied.
“That was good, by the way,” Will said coolly.
“Just… good?”
“Yeah… good. I’ve had better.”
“Mhmmm, sure,” Trent said cockily. “Shall I ask around?
“You say one fucking word and I’ll –”
“Hey, why not? Seems like it would be an awesome thing to compare notes on. See, you’re bringing people together, Bill. How kind of you!”
Will’s stare was penetrating. “Yeah, it’s awesome if you don’t value your pretty face, boyo.”
“What?” Trent exclaimed. “That’s MY line!”
“Mhmmm, sure,” Will responded.
Trent let out a pleasing laugh and a chuckle. “So, we good, bro? This particular favor paid in full?”
Will didn’t reply right away. Instead he stood and walked toward the back of the locker rooms.
Trent got nervous.
“I dunno,” Will answered. “It seems like something we need to discuss after a nice, water-conserving shower…”
THE END