Hey Kings. As many of you have guessed, this hasn’t been the best year! Personal shit and life just happened, but I’ve seen the positive messages and words of support and they truly made me feel so good. So a big THANK YOU to those of you who understood and waited patiently. For this next installment, I took our guys back a little. I’m in a much better place and can’t wait to get you all hard again. I hope you enjoy this latest installment!
—Seven—
JUNE 2020
Three months since our lives were turned around. Crazy to think how much could change in such a quick amount of time.
One of the biggest hits to me and Eric both were the closure of the gyms. We spent 5-6 days a week there working on our bodies, letting out stress and just having fun in this hobby that we grew to love. We understood Covid was a real fucking thing, but we were still bummed because of this.
The first few weeks of lockdown were weird. I was working from home, but Eric still had to go to work. I’m not going to lie, I missed him. We took it seriously and didn’t let each other in our “bubbles”. We talked daily, but still it was difficult to go from seeing someone every day, then only talking to them on the phone. Not to mention, I felt my mass going down. The small weights and workout machines I had here at home just weren’t cutting it for me. But what was I going to do?
I was able to still see Ashley as she lived alone and didn’t really have anyone else in her bubble. We fucked so much. Everyday I was over there or she was over here at my house, and we went at it. I missed not being able to talk to Eric about it. From the few times we FaceTimed, he started to lose his physique too. But no matter what, that dude was still a muscle god.
“Bro…” he texted me one Saturday morning. I didn’t answer right away, so he called me.
“What’s up?”
“Come over”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I haven’t had anyone over and I just tested negative. I have something to show you. “
Seemed safe enough, so I threw on a muscle shirt and some basket ball shorts since it was one of the hottest days of the month. Driving to Eric’s house was so weird after so long! I pulled up and it was like nothing changed at all. I was excited to see my boy!
I knocked on the door and he answered sipping from an energy drink. He immediately handed me one, fresh from the fridge.
“Drink this, get ready” he said, not a hello, nothing.
“What?” I took it and opened it, it was my favorite flavor and he knew it.
“You’re going to need it. Damn, your traps got small as fuck” he said checking me out, immediately making me self conscious. I could tell his abs were gone through his shirt, he had a slight pudge, but it’s a global pandemic. What do you expect?
“I missed you bro! Give me a fucking hug!” He immediately pulled me in with his usual energy.
I looked around this house for a sign of anything new. What was he going to show me? Was Greg and Suzie visiting again? I got a little excited, but also nervous. We weren’t supposed to be mingling with so many people.
We caught up a bit, small talk and conspiracy theories. Nothing like we haven’t talked about before. It was like no time had passed.
“Alright bro, close your eyes” he said before I could get close to the kitchen. I hesitated a bit, but I knew it was part of Eric’s personality to make a big show out of the smallest things.
I closed my eyes as he directed. Knowing this guy, it could be anything. He pulled me by the arm and guided me to the door. I heard his sliding door open and felt the immediate summer heat. What the fuck?
“Open!”
I opened my eyes and saw his back porch with a full on gym set! Dumbbells, a bench press and a squat rack and tons of weights.
“Yo what the fuck?!” I said immediately.
“Let’s get to work!”
How did he get this?! Stores were sold out! He explained he searched and searched and finally landed all his equipment. It was his own personal gym.
“Just got it set up yesterday. Wanted to have it ready before I showed you! Let’s get a workout in!” He said with the excitement I never seen on him before.
I immediately finished my energy drink and stretched with him. I was beyond excited. This is a game changer for us. We started easy, making sure not to hurt ourselves after so long without working out. It felt so good to feel these muscles work again.
“I had a quick leg day last night. Smoked a J, busted my ass and jumped in the tub after.” He said between sets. He lifted his shirt to wipe his sweat from his face and I got. Speak at his bulge. He wasn’t wearing underwear. He must have realized how hot it was because he removed his shirt revealing his muscle body that I remember, just with an extra layer over it. This look fit him.
“That sounds nice. Thanks for the fucking invite” I told him. He chuckled. I only half meant it. Leg day was my favorite day to hit with him.
“Not going to lie bro, I got horny as fuck in the middle of it and started beating my shit while I worked out. The testosterone pump had me lifting like crazy!”
My heart stopped. It’s been so long that I talked sexual like that with him, especially since someone was always home at my place when he called. It was like an unwritten rule we started to have.
“Yeah?” Was all I could muster.
“Yeah man, it was crazy. Did some squats, stroked my cock a few times, did another set and kept going until I finished my workout. Unreal experience bro.” He made it sound like it was no biggie, like he was simply sharing a new technique with me.
“Well again— thanks for the fucking invite!”
He barely chuckled. Shit, was it weird now? I mean, we did so much together already and crossed so many lines, but it has been a while. Do these things require small steps to get back into it? Wait, he was the one who started telling me! Fuck, why did he have me going back and forth like this?!
The subject changed to pre-workout and what different brand he just bought. He offered me some, but we were already starting our workout and I already downed my energy drink. I didn’t want to jump back into all of this head first.
I loaded the other side of the bench with a 45 and he did the same. Lightweight for us, but always good to get a warm up in. The sweat began to form on our bodies, one because we were getting a good blood flow and two, because it was well over 90 degrees out. I decided to join him and take my shirt off too, fuck it. Why not? We couldn’t do this at the gym.
“That quarantine weight put some growth on you bro!” Eric said scooping my pec. It bounced a bit. Yeah I put some weight on, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. This is what happens when you’re not hitting the gym consistently anymore, and you start eating whatever you want. Ashley liked my extra fluff, and when I looked in the window reflection just now, I saw it did make my muscles look bigger. My chest was huge and my arms were bulging, must be the shock of the pump after so long.
Eric did a quick warm up set, then I went next. The bench was warm from his hot body heat, but I didn’t care. Not like we haven’t had each other’s fluids on our bodies before.
“Time for some work” He said adding another 45. We kept adding, and it was getting harder and harder for me to keep up. He’s always been stronger than me, but this was harder than usual. I tried not to be too tough on myself, I’ve been out of it for a while. I started to bench our heaviest set. I did one… two… three… four… and on my fifth, the bar fell to my chest and I couldn’t do anymore. Eric was in the spotting position already, but he got closer when it came time to actually do it. That’s when I felt his hard dick through his shorts, rub right on my face. In the heat of the moment, I didn’t care because I needed to weight off of me, but he immediately started laughing as I caught my breathe.
“My bad bro!” He said laughing. Then he adjusted his boner through his shorts. “Bad timing!” I took some water and laughed. It was an honest mistake, the position we were in was the way we were supposed to be.
“Almost knocked me out with that thing!” I added to his joke. Then he whipped it out and his boner stuck out harder than I’ve ever seen it. Its veins seemed to be pulsating and I couldn’t tell if his head was glistening from the sweat or if he was pre cumming. I was in awe. It looked huge. Bigger than I remember. Maybe because I haven’t seen it in so long? Or maybe because this is the first time I’m seeing it outside in the natural light.
“Fuck! Talk about quarantine weight! All yours went to that cock!” I said. I would have been shocked that I just complimented another man’s boner, but at this point, fuck it. A Is said that, h flexed it and made it bounce a bit.
“I’m telling you man. Something about working out outside get’s me going. Helps me lift heavy too. Must be the testosterone boost or some shit.” He said as he subconsciously stroked it. I instantly felt my stomach drop and my cock swelled up.
“Maybe I should try it so I can do my last set without you having to tea bag me with that monster”
“Fuck it” Eric said, taking off his sweaty shorts and throwing them to the side. He now stood there, sweaty and wet and fully hard. His cock pointing right at me. “Just give it a little stroke and you’re good to go” he said spitting on his hand and stroking his dick long and slow, making sure to cover every inch with is slimy glob he just spit out. He then got on the bench and started to lift like it was nothing. His fat meat slapped down across his abs that were still somewhat there. He didn’t even look like he was struggling. He did 10, then sat up and looked at me.
“Maybe we can just wipe the bar after” he said as he used his shorts to wipe the bar from his cum/spit combo. Without thinking twice, I took mine off and I was already hard as fuck. Eric briefly looked at it, but definitely didn’t give my boner the attention I gave his. I caught my reflection in the window and damn. My dick was full mast and my balls were hanging low and loose thanks to the heat. I spit on my hand and instantly let out a small groan when I started to rub my head.
“Easy now, we have to finish this set!” He said slapping my back like he often did during a workout. This was a new experience and IW as excited to see what would come from it. My heart was pumping, my dick was throbbing and my muscle body was glistening. I laid back, my cock sticking straight up. Eric laughed and made a stupid joke about the Eiffel Tower. I flexed a bit making my boner wave back and forth, then got down to business. One… Two… I looked back and saw Eric there easy to jump in if I needed him, his fat cock inches from my face. Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight! It was unreal, I hit that weight 8 times when earlier he had to help me with my fifth.
“What did I tell you?!” He said as he did his usual cycle of spitting and stroking for his next set. It was true. Fuck! Something about Jacking off while working out was a game changer.
Our workout seemed to fly by, we added extra reps and workout, even did some pushups together, leaving small puddles of pre-cum under where our meat slapped the concrete on every down rep.
We pushed our limits, both panting and out of breath, but our dicks were hard as ever.
“I miss this pump!” I said flexing in the window admiring my physique. My hard cock bounced up and down as I flexed my biceps and bounced my pecs. Eric laughed and did the same next to me.
“Let’s shower?” He asked innocently. I was definitely in need of one.
We both walked, led by our boners, inside to his master bedroom.
“Together?” I asked sheepishly.
“Bro, we just spent the last hour and a half stroking our cocks together while we worked out. This is nothing” he said turning the water on. I agreed, it was stupid that I even asked.
I was so hard. I couldn’t stop stroking my cock, even in the shower. We both rubbed body wash on ourselves and made stupid jokes here and there. He stroked too.
“Fuck bro, I’m gonna nut so much. Should we just do it in here for easy clean up?” He answered his own question by aggressively stroking his boner. I’m not going to lie, it made me feel good to know that he already just assumed we would be releasing together.
“Fuck it” I said. I tried not to stare at him too long, but the way the water ran over him and cascade over his frothy cock that he furiously stroked made me stroke mine even harder. The shower drowned out our groans and grunts, but from what I could hear, nothing has changed from him.
“I’m cumin” he screamed as his pecs tensed up and the veins in is neck came out. His cock head swelled up and he stopped stroking as he began to shoot his load all over the glass door. He was right, he came a ton and was even still humming as I began to shoot on the glass door. After a while, you couldn’t even tell who’s cum was who’s. We both stood there panting hard, trying to get our breath back.
He looked at me and gave me a fist bump before taking the removable shower head off the rack and rinsed our juices off the door and down the drain.
“What did I tell you?” He said between breaths.
“You’re right. That was crazy” I said patting myself with the towel he handed me.
“Fuck!” He yelled. I jumped a bit.
“What?!”
“We could have used the other thing I wanted to show you!”
He went to his bedside table and pulled out one of those silicone toys that is a mold of an ass and a pussy.
“Two holes bro!” He said laughing, putting his finger in both to show me there were in fact 2 openings.
I missed my best friend.
)) So many questions! Keep up the awesome work, BRO!
