New Gym Buddies Ch. 04

Chapter 4

**Anyone appearing in this, prior or subsequent stories is over 18 years old.

Mark savoured the last of my load as it disappeared down his throat. "Reese, I love sucking cock and am very fond of cum. Yours, my friend, is delicious. Will members of our group get to find out for themselves?"

I was sitting on Mark's sofa, legs spread and softened cock hanging heavily. I had already decided to join this most exciting group. I didn't want to betray my eagerness to Mark, though. Never give the other party the impression you need what they have in any negotiation. Even in mutually beneficial situations like this.

I smiled as I replied, "Mark, I am considering it. Before agreeing, however, I do need to review the contract. I cannot commit to something without knowing all the details. Is it something you can email me?"

Mark rose from his end of the sofa, his cock swinging as he exited the room. He returned with the proverbial manilla envelope soon after, handing it to me with a smirk. "Here you go. I would imagine it is unlike any other contract you have seen. As I mentioned, it was drafted by one of our group and reviewed by another group member who works at a different firm. The contract states that each member's privacy and discretion are mandated and confirmed. Go ahead, take a look."

I opened the closed but unsealed envelope and removed what appeared to be a five-page contract. I first noticed the group's registered name, Mutually Assured Liquidity Endeavours Inc. I chuckled to myself that this group of men had their private group incorporated as MALE Inc. The member lawyers' sense of humour appealed to me, making me consider the lawyer's members as well.

I continued through the contract with any preconceived concerns I had addressed in the paragraphs. I reviewed the terms and conditions of the group portfolio and its performance since its inception, a robust 9% YOY. I decided I was not risking anything by accepting the invitation to join this group. The existing members valued their privacy as much as I did; the contract in my hand confirmed that.

"So, where do I sign, Mark? I am willing to try anything once, and this group sounds like it is too much fun to turn down."

Mark stood and revealed a previously unseen pen in his right hand, extending its button towards me. I took it, flipped to the last page of the document, signed it, and dated it. I handed both to Mark, who then witnessed my signature. The paperwork was now complete for my entrance into MALE Inc.

Mark took the manilla envelope and pulled a piece of paper from it that I had missed. On it was the banking information for the fund transfer that would finalize my membership in the group. I grabbed my phone, logged into my banking app and transferred the $5,000.00 entrance fee. I turned my phone around to Mark, showing him the completed transaction. He smiled and said, "Reese, welcome to the club."

Relaxed, Mark and I chatted about anything that came to mind. I heard about his upbringing and the challenges he had as he came to grips with the realization he was gay. He spoke of how two good friends in his teens/early 20s made life more accessible so he could come out to his family. To his surprise, they were accepting. They weren't doing cartwheels of joy, but they loved Mark and wanted him to be happy and who he was.

I told Mark about my upbringing and how I had always viewed sexuality as an individual to each person. I explained that I was lucky enough to have both gay and bi family members who demonstrated they were devastatingly ordinary people with all of the same trials and tribulations as everyone else. I also saw the unfortunate reality of being "different" in a time when that was synonymous with being "bad."

I also shared the story of how two friends and I realized having someone else jack or suck you off was far preferable to masturbating alone. Mark smiled and said, "I wish I could thank those young men."

It was getting late, and I had some errands in the morning. I grabbed my clothes and dressed, and Mark and I finalized our plans to get testedand grab lunch the next day. We parted after a full-body hug; I clothed him naked and bid each other a good evening.

Despite, or perhaps because of, the day's excitement, I was exhausted. I got home, stripped, and crawled into bed. Sonya and I texted briefly, catching up and promising to speak in the morning as we were both ready for sleep.

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Saturday dawned bright and loud. The room bathed in sunlight, and the radio blasted the latest pop song designed, I'm sure, to annoy people directly out of bed. My phone showed 7:15 as I got to my feet and left the bedroom to empty my bladder. I pointed my semi-soft cock and let nature take its course, the relief increasing in connection with the volume of piss exiting my slit. When finished, I did the customary two shakes, flushed and washed my hands.

I crawled back into bed, picked up my phone, and saw a good morning text from Sonya. I responded, and soon, we were Facetimeing. We did the customary catch-up on the kids, her parents, and their plans for the weekend. With that complete, she asked how my evening was the night before. Forgetting that I was on Facetime, my smirk revealed more than my words could.

"As you know, I was at Mark's last night. I assume you did watch the video and understand what we were up to. I want to answer any questions or concerns you have. It's been a wild few days."

I could tell Sonya was thinking about how to respond to my question. The activities of the last few days are very outside my typical character, and she would be within her rights to be angry, pissed off or upset. I was confident she wasn't, but I wasn't positive. This chat would answer our mutual questions.

"Reese, it has been a wild few days. I wonder if my initial reaction to the news about how you are spending your alone time was positive. I knew there was no secrecy or attempt to hide anything, which helped. If I am being honest, though, my primary reaction was attraction. I haven't yet figured it all out, but when you told me about dinner with Mark, his feelings for you and how that evolved through the evening, it turned me on. Maybe I have read too many dark romance novels, but it really turned me on".

The tone of Sonya's voice imparted extra meaning to her words. Making sure I understood completely, I responded, "So, there is nothing we need to "talk" about?" with a smile.

Sonya laughed and said, "No, I want to hear every possible detail. But I am thrilled you are exploring this side of yourself. Mark seems like a great guy and someone safe to explore with."

I was confident Sonya would feel this way, but it was still a relief to hear her say it. I decided now was a good time to tell her the rest of the story.

"So, Mark asked if I wanted to join his weekly gathering of open-minded, horny men in his high-definition fuck room. What do you think?." Sonya considered my statement and started to smirk.

"Well, Reese, far be it from me to restrict your exploration. If you are comfortable with the idea, I'm all for it. This club could open up all sorts of fun new opportunities."

I explained to Sonya the criteria and conditions for admission into the group and that the existing membership must approve a potential member before they know there is a group to join. I continued by saying that the existing members had circulated and approved my name.

Sonya responded, "My husband is in demand, as he should be. I am 100% in favour of this, baby."

The conversation relaxed a bit with that out in the open. I explained the reasoning behind the criteria and the $5,000 buy-in. Sonya thought it was a great way to ensure only serious people would engage and respect the sensitive nature of such a group and that it had been well-designed.

I explained how vital the frequent STI screening was to continued membership in the group, and she was relieved to hear it.

Sonya replied, "That's great, baby. I am excited about this new exploration and happy you won't bring anything unwanted home. Have you decided what your boundaries will be with the group?"

I lay in bed, considering Sonya's question. My wife was asking how far I was going to go in a group whose sole purpose was male bonding in it's rawest forms. My cock twitched in anticipation.

I started, "Not really. I am going to play it by ear and see how I feel. A plan would be wise, but I don't think it's possible given that I have no frame of reference."

I thought about it as we considered my response.

"I am going into this completely open-minded and excited to have new experiences. I don't want to put conditions on it before I know what it is."

I could see Sonya's mouth curling into a smirk. Rules, preconditions, and guidelines were my standard operating procedure, but this attitude was a huge departure for me.

"Reese, that is fucking hot. I can't wait. Some of us only have toys to satisfy ourselves. Not everyone has a new fuck buddy to keep them happy." Sonya observed without malice.

I was fortunate to have found a new and exciting way to empty my balls while she was away from home. I expected that variety to expand significantly in the coming weeks and months.

Sonya and I finished our chat and confirmed we would check in that evening and bid our goodbyes.

For a guy who had cum a fair bit in the last few days, my nuts were heavy. I lay in bed, massaging my hairy balls and tracing my middle finger down to my easily teased hole. I considered grabbing my prostate massager and relieving my tension the old-fashioned way but elected to get up, shower and start my day.

While waiting for the shower to reach temperature, I emptied my bladder again, enjoying the strong stream of piss that arced from my cockhead. Just as I finished draining myself, I could hear my phone announcing a Facetime call on the bathroom counter.

I crossed the floor and answered the call to be greeted by Mark's smiling face.

"Good morning, stud. How did you sleep?"

I told him I had slept tremendously and recapped my chat with Sonya, confirming she was completely up-to-speed and on board.

Mark responded, "That's great, Reese. I am not going to lie and say fucking married men behind their wife's backs isn't an aphrodisiac. However, I prefer a simple life in which my partner's male or female partner is aware of my involvement. It leads to much less unpleasant friction and much more amazing friction." He smiled at his entendre, and I chuckled in response.

"So, we have an appointment to get tested at 11, and I thought we could grab some lunch afterward. I can pick you up as your place is between mine and the testing centre. Does that work?"

I nodded in agreement and told him I was just about to jump in the shower and get dressed. I panned my phone down to my cock, showing it hanging heavy and full.

Mark groaned and said, "That's what I wanted for breakfast. If I hurry, I can get there in time to dry you off after your shower. With my tongue."

Phone still in place, I flexed my cock and said, "I will make sure to forget my towel. I will text you my address and come over whenever you are ready. I will go unlock the back door."

Mark smirked as he said, "See you soon, stud."

We ended the call; I texted him my address and jumped into the boiling shower. I allowed the water to wash over me before shampooing my hair, then my beard (with a different shampoo), and then scrubbing the rest with my favourite loofah sponge. I rinsed, hopped, and dried myself off before going to the kitchen to wait for Mark.

I was drinking ice-cold water when I heard the doorbell. I placed my Yeti on the counter and made my way to the front door, my cock and balls moving with each step. I opened the door wide to greet a surprised Mark, completely naked.

"You know, opening the door like that could invite the wrong kind of visitors. Or the right ones," he observed as he brushed past me. Inside, with the door closed, Mark turned around and cupped my balls in his hand. His mouth moved to my left nipple, sucking it taut before running his teeth along it and causing my cock to jump. He moved laterally and repeated the attention on my right nipple, massaging my balls gently with his fingertips, working ever closer to my twitching hole.

My cock rose to full staff, and, in turn, I pushed Mark to the floor by putting my hands on his shoulders. He looked up at me, smiling, as my leaking helmet waved in front of his face. "Open wide; breakfast is ready," I ordered, and he complied like the obedient slut he revealed himself to be.

Mark took my cock to the base in one motion, my head firmly lodged in his throat as his tongue made delicious patterns on its underside. He drew his tight, wet lips up to my helmet before diving back down to my base. I loved this attention and took control by holding Mark's head still and pumping my cock into his waiting cock holster, relishing my nuts and slapping his chin.

As Mark came up to my helmet once more, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and rubbed it across his face, impressing upon him the importance of servicing my balls. He is a very perceptive cocksucker and alternated my nuts in his mouth and slithered his tongue around them when they weren't. I turned around and bent over, placing my hands on the counter and spreading my legs to give his hot tongue access to my most sensitive place. I heard him growl in response to seeing my hairy hole ready for his attention and dove in tongue first.

Mark's soft tongue made direct contact with my twitching hole, sending a jolt through my heavily leaking cock. His muffled moans and hungry tongue were driving me insane, my stiff cock bouncing in time to his licks and thrusts into my very receptive pucker. I moaned my deep appreciation as he wrapped his hand loosely around my cock and began stroking me in a corkscrew fashion from my balls to my head. This guy knew what he was doing.

I straightened up and turned around, my leaking cock coming to rest directly on Mark's lips. He spread my leaking pre-cum all over his lips, moaning as he did. I gestured for him to pause and pulled my cock away, watching as he licked his lips clean of my pre-seed. I went to my bedroom, grabbed the Gun Oil lube, and returned to the kitchen. Returning to the kitchen, I found Mark wholly naked and hard as a rock. It made the lube all the more important.

I poured a liberal amount into my right hand and slathered all over my hole, poking my finger into the ring and getting some much-needed penetration.

I looked at Mark and saw he was watching me like a starving man as I massaged my manhole, periodically poking my index finger in up to the first knuckle. It felt amazing to be pleasuring my hole this way for my new friend. Mark's stiff, leaking cock standing straight up provided incredible inspiration and caused my cock to leak even more.

"You know, Reese, my cock would feel much better than your finger even though I am loving the show. The guys would love to see your self-love if you wanted to show off for us. Keep it in mind." Mark said as he stroked his cock and watched me finger my ass.

The thought of fucking myself with fingers or anything else for an audience made my cock surge and spill more of my pre-cum. Maybe I was more of a showman than I realized.

I pulled my finger from my ass and put my forearms on the counter, and did some lunges, stretching my hamstrings and lower back. It was partially for effect and partially because this was a very new position for me, and I was starting to cramp up a bit. I heard a low growl from Mark and felt him close the distance between us, his cock head brushing against the underside of my balls.

"Hey, stud. It's important to have a spotter for any new exercises. I can't let you do that alone and risk injury, right?" Mark was "fucking" his cock along my balls and cock, frotting us from the back. His prick felt amazing as our cocks slipped all over each other.

I dropped my hips in an exaggerated motion, feigning a deep stretch. The movement brought Mark's cock in line with my hairy, slippery crack. I felt him take his cock around the base as he moved it side to side, up and down my crack and especially over my twitching hole. It felt incredible as his slick cockhead massaged its lube into my hole and set my mind on tilt.

Mark spoke firmly, "Hand me your phone, stud. My cock on your hole looks so fucking hot; you have to see it."

I grabbed my phone from the counter and passed it to him to encourage his continued attention to my hole. The underside of Mark's cockhead felt terrific, and then I felt it slide down so that his piss slit was kissing my most sensitive area.

Instinctively, I moved my hips from side to side, ensuring that he understood how much I enjoyed his attention. I could hear a change in his breathing and felt his hand slide down between us, holding his cock in place. He started pushing forward ever so slightly, his helmet making minimal forward progress but causing increased sensations in and around my asshole.

Mark asked, "When was the last time you played just the tip?" effortlessly. He wanted plausible deniability in case the answer wasn't favourable, but any reservations I carried quickly went out the door.

"Honestly, never from this end, but I can see why it's popular. Would you like to put your tip in my ass, Mark?" I asked, confident in the answer.

Another growl from my newest friend as he responded, "Fuck yes. First, the tip and then every inch until our balls touch. What do you say, Reese? Can we play just the tip?"

In answer, I pushed back against his perfectly positioned cock. I felt my well-lubed ring expand and welcome his engorged helmet into my twitching hole. There was very slight discomfort, but it was overpowered by the intense heat now radiating from my ass. Mark began fucking my ass almost imperceptibly with his head, his tip, just as we agreed. I could feel his slickness coating my hole, sending lightning bolts to my brain. My cock was leaking an unbroken stream of pre-cum as the result of Mark's invasion.

Mark controlled his voice despite our progression to the next level. "You have an incredibly tight ass, Reese. You are going to be incredibly popular with the group. A big, hairy bear that enjoys getting his ass fucked is one of the unique joys of life. Well, I assume you enjoy getting your ass fucked, as you seem to be loving my tip. Am I right, Reese?"

I pushed back against Mark's cock getting more of him inside me. He groaned in response, and I replied, "Let's see how the rest fits, and I will give you an answer." I pushed back again and estimated I had close to half of his 7 inches in my ass. He leaned forward, pushing his cock even further into me, and put my phone back on the counter. With his mouth inches from my ear, he said, "I need both hands for this," and continued feeding his cock into my ass.

Mark's movements were both hungry and patient, acknowledging my lack of experience as a bottom. He waited for my hole to acclimate to his invading cock before moving ever forward. His hands were on my hips, guiding me as he plowed into my ass. They ran up my sides and came to rest on my shoulders as he pressed more urgently into my hole and finally finished burying every inch of himself inside me. Our cum filled nuts slapped gently on each other as Mark's hips increased their urgency.

I moaned a low, guttural sound and said, "This is much fucking better than just the tip. Your cock feels amazing. Fuck me with it."

Mark grunted in acknowledgement and picked up his pace, feeding his cock into me in a piston-like motion, our nuts slapping deliciously against each other. I knew he could go harder, but his pace was perfect for my newly opened manhole. I gripped the edge of the counter and began pushing back against him, establishing a delicious back-and-forth rhythm that was sending pre-cum flying everywhere from my impossibly hard cock.

After a few minutes, my hips and back barked for a position change. As Mark pulled back, I moved forward, and his cock popped out of my ass, leaving me feeling very empty. I turned around quickly, and our cocks brushed against each other. I wrapped my hand around mine and then his and frotted them together to maximize the man-made lubricant on each of us.

I looked Mark in the eye as I stroked our cocks and said, "Would you mind fucking me on the floor? I think that might be more comfortable". His mouth turned into a wolfish grin as he reached forward and, grabbed both of my nipples and leaned in and swept his tongue across my lips. My cock jumped in response to his very intimate reaction, and I quickly lay down on the floor.

Mark went into the living room and brought back a couple of pillows, and put them under my ass. He lined his cock up with my now empty hole and pushed forward, lodging half of his cock inside me before reaching any resistance. He pressed firmly but gently forward, burying himself again inside my ass.

Mark re-established his previous rhythm, feeding himself into me and hitting nerves I didn't know I owned. My cock stood up completely straight, as hard as I could remember, and he wrapped his hand around it, jerking it in time with his cock in my ass.

"Reese, lots of straight married guys think they want to play with other guys. Many try and enjoy it. I haven't met many that get this fucking hard when being fucked for the first time by another guy. I know you and Sonya enjoy pegging, but this is a different level. Thank you for letting me be the first to take your ass."

Mark leaned back, changing the angle of his cock slightly. He resumed fucking my ass with an increased passion, his cockhead now grazing my prostate more consistently. I looked up at him and saw that same wolfish grin again as he pounded my ass. I roughly grabbed both of my nipples and squeezed and pulled to take complete advantage of the amazing sensations running through my body.

My cock bounced heavily every time Mark bottomed out in my ass, my lower abdomen slippery with precum. Mark's cock brushed my prostate deliciously on every thrust, and I was getting to the point of no return.

"Fuck Mark, I am going to blow my load. I am so fucking close. Don't fucking stop fucking me," I begged as I approached the edge of my explosion. The look of devilish delight on his face as he maintained the same pace at the same angle heightened my sensitivity. I could feel my ass milking Mark's cock, and the thought of him emptying his balls inside me was what sent me crashing over the edge.

The orgasm started in my ass and radiated everywhere at once. My nipples were on fire, and my cockhead twitched angrily as I could feel my load racing up my shaft. I realized almost second-hand that I was going to blow my load without touching my cock, a first for me. I continued working my nipples as Mark's cock continued its tremendous assault on my hole. Involuntarily, my back arched, and my head pushed back into the floor as I felt the first boiling hot rope of cum explode from my cockhead and land just below my neck. The next one went just as far and the next halfway up my abdomen. I then took my cock in my hand, jacking it like never before to ensure I got every drop of seed out of it. My lower abdomen ended up covered in the thickest, whitest cum I had ever produced. I was a sticky mess.

Mark's pace in my ass had slowed after my cock stopped shooting it's seed.

"Fuck Reese, that was amazing. Your fur looks even better covered in cum, if that's possible. I think I need to lick you clean stud"

I smiled and said "Feel free but keep fucking my ass for a bit longer. It feels too fucking good to stop"

Mark acknowledged my request by picking up his pace, slamming his stiff cock into my very well fucked hole. I resumed teasing my nipples and told Mark how amazing his cock felt in my ass and what a huge mess he made me make.

"Mmmmm, keep talking like that, Reese, and I will make my own mess. Fuck, I need to cum"

My cock twitched at his words. "Fuck yes. You deserve a fantastic orgasm for the royal fucking you just gave me. Blow your load all over me Mark and show me how much you enjoyed fucking my married ass"

Mark roared as he pulled his cock out of my ass with a wet pop. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and started stroking it like he needed to cum to save his life. He had put my legs down and his ass was now just over my cock, his twitching head pointing at my face as he furiously jacked his cock.

It was my turn to sport the wolfish grin and challenge him with "Mark, do you think you can hit my face from there, stud?" He roared again and I saw his slit yawn as the first pearled rope of cum exploded from his head. Before I knew it, it landed in my beard, just beside my mouth. The next blast hit me square in the lips, and I reflexively licked them clean like any well-mannered person does. His subsequent shots landed on my chest and abdomen as his distance decreased with each shot.

Once his cock was empty, Mark made good on his promise and began licking and sucking the cum from my hair chest and abdomen. He made his way to my semi-stiff cock and swallowed it completely, licking it clean before dropping it down to my balls and ass, giving it some serious tongue in appreciation for its warm reception of his prick.

Mark then started his way up my body, kissing and licking pearls of cum as he went. He stopped and paid expert, alternating attention to each nipple, sending shocks to my cock and recently emptied balls. He was now near my face, his lips covered in our shared cum and I leaned up and swiped my tongue across and then between them to ensure I got a taste of our hard work. Mark responded by meeting my tongue with his own as they gently played in his mouth. We kissed for a minute or so before breaking apart to catch our breath.

Mark had a sheepish grin on his face. "When I kissed you the first time, it was spur of the moment, a reaction. I panicked inside immediately after I did it, thinking I had gone too far."

I leaned over to him and again slipped my tongue between his lips, more forceful than last time. I then pulled back and said "I don't look panicked, do I?" with a smirk.

We lay on the floor for a few minutes, catching our breath and basking in the fantastic sex we just enjoyed.

Mark looked at his watch and said, "Well, I guess it's a good thing the lunch reservation is after the tests, as we need to be there in 15 minutes."

I stood up and offered him a hand up. "Come on, let's grab a quick shower and get going."