A Different Kind of Workout

I was raining outside. What a shit day, not uncommon in Scotland. I had just celebrated my 18th birthday, had finished all of my advanced highers at school, and was now on my summer holidays. Summer. Ha. That's one fucking way of putting it. My parents and brothers had just left a couple of hours earlier to catch their flight to Geneva. I had been elected to stay behind and look after the house and dog, as I had make plans with my pals to go out over the summer.

Anyway enough of that shit, let me describe myself. I am reasonably built, (definitely not skinny by any means), 5 foot 10 and have known I am gay for quite some time now. I have had the good fortune of being blessed with reasonably handsome facials facial features, nothing special. I have short brown hair, not unstylish, green eyes, and the faded outline of a six pack. Truth be told I hadn't done anything physical for weeks, and was getting increasingly out of shape. The only part of my body receiving an adequate workout was my wrist, every night. Anyway, let's get on with the story.

I was just preparing to go for a shower, when the doorbell rang. With a towel in one hand and a fresh pair of boxers in the other, I rushed to the door, curious to meet this unexpected visitor. As I opened the door, a large grin crossed my lips. It was my brothers incredibly hot friend. He looked so hot and perfect. His face was beautiful and symmetrical.

He had bright blue eyes, short dark hair, perfect jaw and cheek bones, unbelievably sexy cute lips and a perfect nose (the one we all envy). He was wearing a tight pink shirt (not necessarily gay for a straight guy) that clearly defined his rock hard pecs and wrapped around his brilliant biceps. Even the outline of his hot six pack was clear beneath the cloth. He was also wearing a pair of cream shorts, which revealed his sexy hairy legs, and generously outlined his package. In all he was perfection. Not too muscley but incredibly sexy.

He stood there with a sexy smile on his face.
"Hey, sorry but you just missed Tezza," I said to Murray, (Tezza being the nickname of my older brother. He was 21 whereas Murray was 22). "He left a couple of hours ago."
"Aw shit, okay," I heard him say under his breath. "Do you know when he'll be back? It's just he said I could use his bench for a workout before he left."

I smiled at the thought of Murray pumping weights with his strong arms. That thought soon changed to him pumping his huge rod between his legs, and shooting warm cum all over my back. I could feel myself begining to get hard so I covered my boner with the towel I was holding.

"Yeah, but not for another few weeks I'm afraid." I replied trying to act natural.
"Okay, cheers little man." he said as he walked away back towards his car.

I sensed an opportunity.
"Hey Murray," I called, waving my hand. "You can use it now if you like. Tezza won't mind, and besides, I'm not going anywhere soon so you can have all the time you want."
"You sure little man?" he asked. I nodded. "Cheers! I'm needing a good workout." he said as he flexed his biceps at me.

He walked into the house and followed me to the garage, where Tezza had set up his own little gym. I was now finding it hard to conceal my raging hardon, so I gestured him infront of me so he didn't spot my excitement.

I was just about to leave him to his thing, go upstairs for a long shower and jerk off thinking about him when he turned round and suggested that I help him. "It's not as if you don't need the workout." he said referring to my faded six pack. So I eagerly agreed and followed him in. I was in heaven. I had often spied through the keyhole at Murray and my brother working out, as I gently stroked my bulging cock, and now I was going to get front row seats.

He started of with some sit ups, and asked me to hold his feet on the ground. Sit up after sit up, I knelt there admiring his beautiful body, his rock hard pecks and most of all his sexy hairy legs. I was amazed at how masculine he was, and the urge to slowly caress his legs and grope his amazing package was a fight to say the least. At certain points his shirt would roll up his body, revealing his perfect six pack. How I wanted to rub and lick them all over.

Eventually, after working on the bench press for a few minutes, me having full view of his incredible body, he stood up and told me it was my turn. I complied, and lay on the bench as he reduced the weight for me (probably a wise decision). It was only on the fifth lift or so that I looked up and noticed a growth from beneath his shorts. Was he turned on by me? Or was he just horny from working out? Either way it didn't stop me from getting hard, as I could feel my 8" dick swelling beneath the fabric of my gym shorts. He must have noticed, because he secured the weights on the bench for me and then asked a question, that shocked me.

"Your gay aren't you?" he asked. I was completely taken back by this question, but seeing no reason to lie I nodded and admitted my sexuality. "Good," he said. "Its just...I broke up with my girl friend a week ago, and I haven't had any action since." I was amazed at his confession. Why was he telling me all this? "I've seen you spying on me before, so I figured that you could help me out. I really need to blow my load!"

Not needing another invitation, I swung round and began to stroke the massive bulge forming underneath his shorts. I then unzipped them and let them slide to the floor, along with his tight Calvin Klein boxers. His cock was huge. I took his full uncut 10"es in my hand and began to pull back the foreskin. He moaned. I then sucked on his throbbing bulbous head, and licked his piss slit, mopping up all of his salty precum with my tounge.

"Fuck yeah!" he moaned. After a few minutes of intense sucking he took off his shirt revealing his rock hard pecs, and hunky chiseled abs. His chest was covered in a fair amount of dark hair, which just added to his overwhelming sexiness. He continued to moan as I rubbed his abs and nipples, all the time my mouth fully wrapped around his 10" rod, pumping up and down.

"Turn over!" he comanded, and I eagerly did as I was told. I felt his hot, manly hands caress my buttocks as he pulled down my shorts, showing my tight hole. He rubbed my hole with his fingers, as his other hand went umdeneath and cupped my swelling balls tightly. He then knelt down and began to give me a rim job. I could feel his warm breath on my ass as he inserted his tounge into my ass hole, spitting on it now and again, lubing it nicely for the beast to come. I jerked my throbbing dick slowly, making sure not to come just yet. "Don't stop...please...don't!"

I moaned as he stood up and positioned himself. "This is going to hurt!" he announced and before I had time to think, he rammed his magnificent cock into my tight ass. I yelled in pain for several minutes, as he thrust himself in and out. It felt as though my insides were on fire, but then pain turned to pleasure and soon I was begging him to go faster. I wanted his cum inside me and I wanted him to eat it out my ass. Precum leaked from the swollen head as he pounded me. I felt his swollen low hanging balls slap against my ass, which just made me jerk my dick faster.

He said he was about to come, so he quickly pulled out, grabbing my head and thrusting it onto his pulsing dick. He pushed my head up and down non stop on his long shaft, allowing me no time to breath, before finally the inevitable happened. His thick creamy cum shot out of his cock in long stringy bursts, straight into my mouth. "FUCK!!!!" he cried as I swallowed most of his man juice, the occasional few drops spilling out onto my chest and dick. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever witnessed and those few drops spilling on my cock were all that was needed to send me over the edge, because soon after I blew my load all over him. Burst after burst shot onto his beautifully chiseled abs and legs. All built up tension immediately disappearing.

We just remained there for a few moments, going over in our heads what had just happened. It was bliss. I had just fucked and sucked my brothers hottest friend and drank his cum. I had dreamed about this moment since I was 16 and used to jack off to the thought of him. God knows what was going through his head. Pure intense pleasure? It must have been, because not long after he stood me up, leaned forward and gave me a hot passionate kiss on the lips.

We exchanged his own cum from mouth to mouth for a few minutes before he gave me one final gentle kiss to thank me, got dressed and left. It was the best day of my life, and even though the summer is long gone, we still secretly meet up and fuck our hearts out. I think I'm in love.

He even brought his friend Tuck round (another incredibly hot guy I had had I crush on) and we fucked together as a threesome. It was brilliant, and now every time Murray and my brother are round for a workout, he slips me a sexy smile and a cheeky wink, and I remember that rainy summers day when I fucked my brothers hot friend.