Spit Roast
JONNY COULDN’T SEE ANYONE INSIDE, unlike the night before when those two envious women wrapping up their cardio stared daggers at him just for walking behind Trent. Then he recalled the massive man Will, wrapping up his behemoth leg routine. What stood out most in his mind as Trent opened the door was Will’s legs. They were so full of blood, the skin sinewy and taut with veins the size of tree roots, crisscrossing down the entire length. It was quite disgusting to look at, but oh so incredibly hot to stare.
“Come on boyo,” Trent called, holding the door open for Jonny who was still mulling over Will’s legs in his mind.
Snapping to, Jonny rushed over and grabbed the handle, waiting for Jared to lumber over with his gym bag.
Trent was already heading back toward the lockers when he spun around, walking backwards.
“You remember the layout?” Trent yelled to Jared.
“Yeah,” he replied, shutting the door. “I even remember the alarm code.”
“What if I changed it? It has been a while since…”
“You wouldn’t be able to remember it if you did,” Jared cut in insensitively. “The place clear?”
“Seems to be,” Trent answered, taking a last look in the rooms as he passed. “You can go ahead and set it.”
“Already done,” Jared said.
Walking up to Jonny, he grabbed his hand, holding it all the way back to the locker room.
“You ready for this?” he asked gently, the tone offering the chance for escape should he want or need one.
“Yeah, I think I am now,” Jonny replied, his face alight with happiness.
“Good stuff!” Jared said, pleased.
Pushing the wooden door of the locker room, the duo entered and nearly collided with Trent. He was standing next to the lockers, one arm braced against the blue metal as he changed into some roomier clothes.
“I figured you’d keep the child attire on,” Jared said, setting his bag down on one of the benches. Rummaging around inside, he took out a container of pre-workout and held it out to Jonny. “Want some?”
“Sure,” Jonny replied, grabbing the black tub. Moving over to the sink, he unscrewed the lid, dug around for the scoop, and took a heaping serving. A few seconds later, he was back and handed the container over to Jared. “Thanks.”
“Welcome,” Jared said, using a thumb to lovingly wipe away some of stray powder that had collected on Jonny’s upper lip and chin. Then he winked at him. “Damn you’re messy.”
“That he is,” Trent cut in, “and regarding my clothes, I normally would keep that outfit on, but let’s be honest. Who am I trying to impress here? Jonny already knows I’m the better of the two.”
Jared rolled his eyes again.
“Really?” he asked, taking a scoop of pre-workout for himself.
“You bet your plump ass I am,” Trent retorted.
Jared collected some water from the sink in his palm, then chugged it. After he swallowed, he walked back over to his gym bag, put the container inside, and zipped it up.
“It’s because I squat more than you.”
“As if,” Trent said.
“Oh God, please don’t whip your dicks out again,” Jonny said in a wavering, helpless voice.
“Delts,” Trent replied, not unaware of what Jonny had said.
Jonny shuddered looking at the size of both men’s shoulders.
“No worries, J,” Jared said reassuringly. “I normally go light on shoulder day. The need to go heavy is sort of a myth, unless you’re a gigantic bodybuilder.”
“Well tonight we’ll be doing triple drop sets,” Trent said.
“Triple?” Jared said. “Suddenly normal drop sets aren’t good enough for you?”
“No, they’re just fine, it’s just with the three of us here I was trying to be charming for this special occasion.”
“By subjecting Jonny’s shoulders to that amount of burning? Very polite.”
“Guys, I’ll be okay,” Jonny said, his feeble voice somehow cutting through the fog of testosterone leeching out of the two men.
They both turned their heads, looking right at Jonny. Bright blue and green eyes tunneled into him and every magnificent line, curve, and crevice was augmented ten times by the overhead lights.
Suddenly, Jonny didn’t feel as okay as he had just second ago, reaching a point where he wondered if he would make it through the workout alive.
THE LOUDNESS OF JONNY’S FINAL grunt during that last set of seated shoulder presses was sufficient to send chills down both Jared and Trent’s backs. All of them were sweltering, their clothes dark and drenched with sweat and cologne.
Trent and Jared had both spent the entire workout trying to outdo each other (yet still making sure Jonny was continuing proper form for his sets). The result was a tremendous skin-splitting pump that had them all swollen larger than life.
Jonny lowered his arms then let the dumbbells drop to the spongy mat. He was wiped out, unable to hold them anymore.
“I’ll get those,” Jared said, picking up the fifteen pound weights before returning them to the rack.
“Thanks,” Jonny said, just as he felt a pair of rough hands rubbing on the base of his neck.
“How’s that feel?” Trent asked, answered by a long moan.
Jared dropped to his knees in front of Jonny’s bench, working to remove his partner’s shorts. As he wriggled the sopping fabric down Jonny’s slender thighs, his dick sprung free and was sticking straight up like a lollipop in a candy shop.
“The only thing missing here would be some shiny candy,” Jared said, moving in with his tongue primed. He licked the tip gently, tracing the ridges slowly.
“Damn right,” Trent said, getting harder much faster than he expected to watching Jared give Jonny a blowjob. He carried on massaging Jonny’s neck, asking Jared: “You gonna take it?”
Jared didn’t answer with words, only actions. His lips wrapped around Jonny’s engorged head, sucking out drops of salty-sweet nectar. He went further down on it, the dick spreading his mouth apart. Before long it had reached the back of his throat and he slowly drew back, each slippery inch revealing itself.
Trent moved his hands onto Jonny’s chest, one hand going further down his torso.
Then, Jared’s blue eyes twinkled like sapphires in the night, looking right at Trent. They asked him to join, pleading for that to happen.
Who was Trent to argue with a look like that? Whatever would make Jonny happy would make him a happy man indeed.
Standing straight up, Trent peeled off his tank top and shorts, his swinging cock grazing against the back of Jonny’s neck as he turned. Walking around to the front, Trent kneeled right beside Jared, where he too started to lick Jonny’s dick, starting at the base and working his way up.
Jared was still sucking on the tip, making sure to take his time until Trent was just within reach. Jared pulled back, moving Jonny’s dick toward Trent’s glistening mouth like a peace offering.
Trent gladly accepted, his beard tickling Jonny’s cock as it was sucked fast and hard.
Jonny moaned, the change in pace quickening his heart beat.
“Oh God,” he whimpered. “I love you guys…”
Trent felt something; Jared’s hand had wrapped around his stiff shaft. It started beating. Trent drew back with a gasp, setting Jonny’s cock free for a moment.
Jared latched his other hand around Jonny and started sucking him off again, continuing to beat Trent into submission with his other hand.
“J… I….” Jonny stammered.
Trent leaned forward and started to kiss Jared, Jonny’s cock locked in a tantalizing prison between their lips.
“I…”
The two men continued kissing, sucking, and licking… loving every second of it.
“I’m about to cum…” Jonny warned, just before he showed his appreciation with seven spectacular jets of hot cum.
That didn’t stop Jared nor Trent, not for a second. They continued torturing Jonny’s cock between their lips, his head sensitive and raw. Lapping up what they could from each other’s faces and Jonny’s shaft, they both stood up when done.
Jonny was breathing heavily, looking down at his dick. It was clean and still rock hard, ready to go again.
“Guys,” Jonny said. “Wow. Let me tell you that was –”
Before Jonny was finished, Trent had yanked him up mid-sentence. Leading him over to a flat bench, Trent sat down on it, then laid back as if waiting.
Jared joined them a second later, having taken off his clothes. He kissed Jonny and Jonny stole a feel of his body. It was immense, easily the biggest of the three while his dick was undoubtedly the thickest.
Both Jared and Jonny loomed over Trent, looking down on him as he laid on the bench. His arms were up and behind his head, grabbing the bench tightly. While his legs hung off the sides, his cock standing at full attention.
“So, what do you want to do?” Jared asked Jonny. “Fuck or suck?”
Trent’s abs twitched at the question, his arms were tense and veiny.
“I’ll have him suck me,” Jonny said, looking over to Jared’s beer can thick shaft. “Trent said thickness didn’t matter, right?”
“You’re right,” Jared said and his weighty cock throbbed once.
All Trent could do was smile.
“Quit your yapping and bring it, boyos.”
Jared moved into position, grabbing Trent’s thighs. Lifting them, he scooted underneath, the head of his dick pressing against the cushioned entrance to Trent’s ass, buried beneath mounds of muscle.
On the other side, Jonny sat down at the head of the bench and moved himself underneath Trent’s arms, positioning his dick right across Trent’s forehead. The tip reached down past his nose, hovering gracefully right above his mouth. The mere thought of skull fucking Trent just like he had been (twice) caused him to leak precum onto Trent’s upper lip, coating his beard with a thick sheen.
“You ready, baby?” Jared asked.
Jonny nodded, rising slightly and pushing forward. His balls pressed against Trent’s face as his dick pushed his lips open, plunging into his warm and wet throat.
Jared spat on his dick, shifting himself up and forward. Trent’s ass parted like the sea against the force of Jared’s monster, which found his hole seconds later. He tried to push in, but Trent resisted.
Jonny could feel Trent convulsing, the shudders rough and unpredictable. A whimper came, then a painful wince, then a look of incredible calm as his body relaxed. Jared was inside.
Pushing slowly, Jared struggled with himself to not go full blast on this mother fucker’s ass. Instead he took it nice and slow, so slow that all Trent could feel was agonizing bliss. Trent’s cock had softened slightly from the initial discomfort, but it was leaking so much precum it looked as if he were pissing.
Jonny resumed hammering Trent’s skull, wrapping his hands around the man’s neck and using that to guide his cock down this throat.
Jared had gotten just shy of halfway, the point where his shaft was thickest and stopped. He looked up, watching Jonny buck and whip his head back and forth as his cock disappeared and reappeared from Trent’s mouth.
“Jonny,” he called. “I want that.”
Jonny looked up while continuing to ram his dick down Trent’s throat.
“You want this end?”
“No, I want that action,” Jared clarified. “We’re going to have to flip him over.
Trent had heard what they were saying and began to withdraw. Jared’s hands stopped him.
“Where are you going?” he asked almost callously. “You’re staying right where you are.
Jonny understood what they were about to do, and hoped he had enough strength left to do it. Looking down at Trent’s instable green eyes, he thought he could muster plenty. Something about Trent being at their mercy drove him on.
It was then that Jared started to stand, still buried in Trent’s ass. Jonny rose also, struggling a little to hold onto Trent’s bulk, but eventually both were standing upright (even though Jonny’s legs were slightly buckled) and they began to spin Trent while he was impaled from both sides. It was a slow, grunt filled trip, but damn was it fun. Weaving over and under oncoming arms and legs the duo started to descend, Trent now face down on Jonny’s cock.
“Once you touch that bench,” Jared said, “be ready.”
Trent was already working Jonny’s dick when he felt his stomach touch the bench’s soft wrapping.
Jared had slipped out about an inch during the process, giving Trent a little bit of a reprieve. That was about to change.
“Here we go,” Jared said, then without another word he shoved his hips forward as hard as his muscular body could move them. The three inches that had been buried inside Trent suddenly became the full eight by eight in the blink of an eye.
Trent cried out in pain, but Jared didn’t stop.
He pulled back and rammed himself inside again.
He could feel Trent squirming during each thrust.
He could feel his body begging for him to stop but Trent’s dick, sticking out between his bucking legs, was already shooting ropes of jizz. They were striking, like white paint that had been splattered on the black benchtop.
Jonny was the next to go, Trent’s beard causing him to lose it. Trent didn’t pull back, swallowing every drop that Jonny let go inside his mouth.
With two men spent, Jared was all that was left. He lifted Trent’s ass and continued to pound away with pleasurable ease.
Jonny looked up and saw Jared’s determined face, sweat flinging from it in every direction.
His breathing was getting faster, a fire building deep in his chest. Letting lose a low growl, Jared pulled out, pushing Trent’s ass down and away. Grabbing his sore shaft, it unleashed over a dozen glazed jets, one striking Jonny in the mouth, two on his chest, and the rest coating Trent’s rippled back like a honey bun.
Jared stood there for a second, unable to speak.
Trent felt euphoric, so much so that he couldn’t move.
Jonny was exhausted, partly saddened they hadn’t been doing this since day one.
“That, my friends, is what thickness gets you,” Jared said at last, collapsing into a mass of sweat and meat on top of Trent.
Jonny couldn’t help but laugh at the sight; both men looked like they could fall asleep at any moment.
“We may have to take a nap before heading home,” he said. “You all look dreadful.”
“Speak for yourself, Jonny-boy,” Trent mumbled, his face pressed against the bench.
“It’s actually not that bad of an idea,” said Jared.
“Oh, let me go prepare the bedrooms,” Trent said bitterly. “You think this is a hotel?”
“No, it’s a brothel,” Jonny said and Jared joined him in laughter.
“Whatever,” Trent said. “If I was able to move I’d beat the shit out of you…”
“I think we’re past the need for that,” Jonny said with an air of sadness. “Sad to think we only have one more session before I go home.”
“Yeah,” Trent said somberly.
“Right,” Jared said. “Plus, it’s sad to think I’ve been missing out on this.”
“Y’all had your own brand of fun though,” Trent said.
“True,” Jared said.
“Hey,” Jonny said with a sudden burst of energy. “What were you planning to do with the food?”
“Huh?” Trent and Jared said in unison.
“The banana and the cucumber…”
“Dude!” Trent said with his last bit of energy. “I was going to eat it. Geez. Not everything has to be sexual.”
“Yeah, but I thought…”
It was too late, Trent was snoring and Jared held up a single finger to his lips.
Wriggling free, Jared walked over toward the pile of his clothes and feeling around, pulled out the cucumber which he had placed in his pocket earlier.
Jonny also wormed himself loose, stepping away because whatever Jared had planned was not going to be pretty.
“I was never planning to eat mine,” Jared said as he creeped back up behind Trent. He looked across to Jonny. “You better be prepared to run.”
“Oh God, Jared, what are you up to?”
Jared smirked devilishly, holding the cucumber close to Trent’s ass with one hand, the other hovering over the end. Then, he reared the free hand back before bringing it down with force in a single arcing motion.
THE END