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CHAPTER 15 Chris’s embarrassment at our total nudity had now totally vanished. It was unbelievable the change that his sudden triple loss of his cock, anal and oral virginity had had on him. One could almost have believed that his earlier shy behaviour was an act, and that he was in fact a highly experienced young stud. Simon and I were delighted with the change in Chris’s character, which had been brought about by our shock therapy. It is just that first step which is frightening, but once over that hurdle, the whole business of anal intercourse is very agreeable indeed, as Chris had just found out. He was realising what all men ultimately have to acknowledge; that they like to fuck and for gays the fuck target is another guy’s anus. He was just doing what came naturally and was enjoying every minute of it. I breathed an internal sigh of relief that things had gone so swimmingly well. Over lunch, we talked with him about the care he needed to exercise in his future activities if he was to avoid HIV. We impressed on Chris that when he fucked a guy, he should always, but absolutely always, use a condom and if he allowed anyone to shaft him that he should insist that his partner also use a condom. We told him that now he felt emancipated, he should never ever go out anywhere without carrying a supply of condoms on him and showed him the Fukit flat-packs which were ideal for recreational sex. We also explained to him the main types of relationships which gays tended to develop outside casual sex and one night stands with an unknown guy. Simon and I were equal partners and we both fucked and sucked each other. But many others settled into a sort of married couple relationship where one guy played the male role and the other the female. It all depended how each couple felt about the relationship. After lunch we told Chris that we were all going to go down to a naked, all male beach to relax after our mornings exertions and take in some sun. Chris protested that he really did not want to go naked in public. In the condo was one thing but on a public beach, even an all male beach, he really did not think he dared. “Cram it, Chris,” I told him. “Get dressed and be ready to go in ten minutes and don’t forget your kit, which you can put into one of the shoulder bags that Simon and I always carry with us.” “What kit?” asked Chris. “Don’t be so fucking thick, Chris! Your condoms, you idiot – never go anywhere without a supply of condoms on you!” “But I won’t need them this afternoon on the beach,” protested Chris. “You never know,” I said and with that we set off towards the sea shore. At the beach we left our clothes in a hired locker, rented a large sun umbrella and found ourselves a place where we could sit. Now this beach was a nude beach for men, but it was not exclusively a gay beach. And so, there was an assortment of guys fooling around there, some obviously gay and others obviously straight. A hand ball game was going on and Chris walked across and asked if he could join in. The players were all about Chris’s age and it was clear that all of them were very body conscious and worked out regularly. But not one was as well set up as Chris and they welcomed him with open arms. We watched for a while, then Chris and one istanbul escort of the guys moved off together towards a nearby canvas windbreak behind which they disappeared. A few minutes later, Chris came across to us, picked up his satchel, giggled and returned to his pal. We gave them ten minutes then Simon walked across and looked over the windbreak where he found Chris on top of his buddy, hard at it. It was incredible how in one morning Chris had changed from a timid, shy young guy into a raging stallion of a stud. He fucked like a true professional and was hammering his new found friend into the ground. When time came to leave, I said to Chris, “You see now what I meant about always carrying condoms. You never know when you might need them.” “Lesson learned,” said Chris and that was the end of that. And so the week passed. We three spent part of every day in a mutual fuck fest and Chris went back several times to the beach to fraternise, as he put it, with his buddy. Our stay ended and we were on the plane back to New York when Chris asked us if he could start training with us on a regular basis in Big Mac’s Gym, which we had talked about during our stay in the condo. He really admired our bodies and especially our cocks and wanted to try to build himself up. Simon had got him a triple cock ring as an end of trip present and we helped him put it on. He looked absolutely terrific wearing it and was truly delighted. Suddenly in the plane, Chris said, “I’ve been meaning to ask you both how my dad cottoned on to you two guys to help me?” “That,” I said, “is none of your business.” And that was the end of that. CHAPTER 16 So Chris started frequenting Big Mac’ Gym and soon found himself a couple of like minded friends, Tony and Trent, with whom he started working out seriously. I guess the three of them became very close and formed a small mutual butt fucking group, for they rapidly became inseparable. Simon and I watched this development from the fringes and we were delighted that the shy Chris had so quickly developed the necessary social skills and got himself into a close friendship with two other studs, so quickly. Chris then told us that he and his two friends, both of whom were not short of cash, had decided to go off for the summer and spend six months on a Greek island with an experienced trainer, with a view to developing both their bodies and their cocks. Antonio had put them in contact with a guy who was a contract cock trainer for MuscleCock aspirants and who was just then between contests and so could take on a serious training job for them for the summer. When he got back from his Greek experience Chris looked absolutely stunning, for he had really filled out and put some two inches of length onto his cock. He told us that the trainer had been an utter task master and had kept them at it eight hours a day six days a week. He was, apparently, not averse to giving his pupils a whack across the arse with a leather strap he carried with him if he thought they were slacking. “Gee,” said Chris, “he was a bloody slave driver, but boy, did he know how to get results and we all three came back different men.” But one other thing which happened on this Greek island was istanbul escort bayan that the three of them met up with a young American body piercer and tattoo artist who regularly passed his summers there, selling his services to tourists, mainly gay young studs, for that was the clientele for which the island catered. And so the three of them had had their cocks and nipples pierced and all of them had taken to wearing gold PA rings in their cocks and nipples. The first time we saw Chris naked after his return, we were amazed to see how he looked, with a Prince Albert ring through his cock, nipple rings and the same sort of triple cock ring that both Simon and I wore. After our initial surprise, we had to admit that Chris looked absolutely superb, for his piercings adorned a magnificent body and super cock; this young stud was mouth-wateringly beautiful. I could see that he would never have any difficulty in developing a sexual relationship with any guy he pleased. In a word, Chris was drop-dead attractive. On his return from Greece, Chris came round to our apartment fairly regularly, always alone, for he was the only person we had ever allowed to know where we lived and he still clearly liked to have sex with the two of us in spite of his close relationship with Tony and Trent. One evening, towards the end of the year, after a recreational fucking session with Chris, we all went out to eat. At the table Chris told us that Antonio, the manager of Big Mac’s Gym where we all worked out regularly had decided to hold a New Year’s Eve Fuck-Fest to which all his clients, whether gay or straight were invited. Big Mac’s Gym attracted a cross section of muscle builders, both gay and straight who liked to work out totally naked and as Chris observed, many of the so called ‘straight’ guys were not averse to taking a little anal stimulation in the showers and he admitted to us that he had been a willing server! He thought that the key attraction of Big Mac’s was that there was always a good selection of naked muscle and cock around to look at, whatever a guy’s orientation. Not to mince words, Big Mac’s although a serious naked gym with excellent trainers and equipment, was, nonetheless a highly charged sexual environment, where any guy on the prowl could easily find himself a fuck. There was to be a charge of $75 per regular gym member, rising to $100 for guests, to cover the cost of the food, drink and entertainment, not to mention the free condoms and lubes which were on offer. Antonio had decided that the entire party was to be a free style fucking occasion, with no holds barred so that anyone could fuck anyone he fancied and if a guy was particular about whom he let loose on his anus, then he had better look out as he might suddenly find himself impaled by a large unknown cock. A disco was laid on and attendees were absolutely free to do whatever they wanted; it was designed to be a wild occasion. Antonio had also scheduled a couple of organised events, of which the first was to be a unique demonstration of cum shooting exactly as at a MuscleCock competition. He had got six studs, all of whom had competed in previous MuscleCock Mr Alpha contests, to come along and give a live demo. Escort istanbul exactly as if they were on stage at a competition. His idea was to bring to his local clients, none of whom had ever been at a MuscleCock event live, a complete performance from A through Z. So real NBA trainers and assistants would prep, pump and release the studs who were demonstrating and all this would be done in front of the audience live – the complete enchilada as it were! In fact, his clients would see more of what actually happened than spectators did at a live MuscleCock event, for there they only saw the stage performances and not what went before and after as the contestant prepared themselves for their public appearances and relieved their tensions on leaving the stage. Chris was enthusiastic about this idea, as he and his two buddies had never been at a live MuscleCock event. In fact, Simon and I were probably the only guys, apart from Antonio himself, who had firsthand experience of a competition, as we had both been at the Taipei MuscleCock contest, that being where we had first met each other. A second event was to be a Fuckathon, performed by our triple cock ringed trio, Chris, Tony and Trent. “What the hell is a Fuckathon?” we asked Chris, who instantly adopted a very superior manner and told us that if we had really followed the 2014 MuscleCock blogs and had read and digested all the comments made by contributors, then we would know what a Fuckathon was, but as we didn’t, we obviously hadn’t and we would therefore either have to trawl through the old blogs if we really wanted to know now what a Fuckathon was or wait and see at the party. Chris was very amused with his cockiness and clearly enjoyed leaving us in the dark, but he would not budge an inch; the cheeky monkey! And then there were two events in which everyone could take part. The first was to be a Mr Massive contest, to find which guest had the biggest cock when hard and the second was to be a cock to arse chain-fuck in which the all attendees would endeavour to pump to a given rhythmic beat provided by the disco and try to climax simultaneously. The idea was to try to synchronise this with the coming in of the New Year, greeting it with a massive multi-man orgasm and the simultaneous shooting of cum; a fond hope we thought, but one could but try. Then in the New Year, the party would go on until dawn with everyone fucking and sucking whomever and however he saw fit. It had the making of a great occasion, or so Chris thought. Chris told us that Antonio had decided to limit the entry to 100 tickets as, what with the added staff, demonstrators etc, he did not feel that the gym could comfortably accommodate any more. Sales were already rolling in without difficulty and were split fairly evenly between gay and straight clients. As Chris put it, the so called straight guys evidently quite enjoyed being around a group of muscular guys with big cocks. Antonio was really making a huge effort to make this, his first party, a success and he had, according to Chris managed to recruit all the outsiders he needed for the two main events, which was something like 25 guys, willing to act as assistants. It was quite amazing just how many guys were willing to strut their stuff naked in front of an unknown audience, even as an adjunct to the main ‘actors’. CHAPTER 17 New Year’s Eve rolled around and Simon and I arrived fairly late at the Gym, as we had been servicing one of our best clients quite late in the evening; the guy knew he had been asking a lot and paid us a double fee.
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