I guess it started that first day at my gym. I had enrolled in the nearest place in order to stay in shape. As I walked in that initial time I saw him standing by the free weights. His name was Jeremiah and, although he was only 5' 8'', he was perfect. I couldn't help noticing his physique. From his definition, he obviously worked out and when he turned to me and signaled a silent greeting with those brown sultry eyes I was lost! My heart raced as he walked up to me.

"New here," he inquired as I nodded trying to think of what to say to him. "Listen, I need a workout partner. My old one moved out of state recently and everyone else here has paired up already. From your build you look like you're a guy into free weights interested in being my workout buddy?"

I took all of a half a second to agree and so it began. For the next few months we met and worked out together. I was in heaven. Here was a guy that hit on all my cylinders and, I got to watch his hunky body expand and flex to my heart's content. Hell, just imagine, your own charge as some dream stud lay on his back flexing his pecs with his head just under your crotch while you were treated to an unimpeded view of both his firm hard body and, his nice basket straining against those tight lycra shorts. Did I mention the visuals that came with the after workout showers there? Yeah gym became my favorite pastime. Well, probably second favorite. After all a guy's got to let off some steam in private after all that sensual stimulations.

As each workout passed we got better acquainted and more comfortable with each other. Soon we started hanging out together outside of the gym. We'd hit a local bar and spend time swapping stories and getting lightly buzzed. Being around him was great. Jeremiah just oozed masculinity. He claimed to be straight but was always going on about 'faggots' and asking questions. (He knew I was gay and it never seemed to bother him.) in a manner that seemed to indicate a sort of latent fascination I wondered, as I stared at that him during one such inquiry, whether his comments were an unconscious signal for me to 'do him'. He was just slightly drunk and looked even sexier that night. As he leaned in close to talk his muscular thigh brushed up against mine. I breathed in his fresh clean smell. His face was close to mine and I noticed how inviting his lips looked. My cock stirred and, gazing into his sultry brown orbs, I made my decision. I'd 'do him'!

Three nights later I did. It happened like this:

I had arranged with the gym manager to let Jeremiah and I use the gym after normal hours. Well, arranged thanks to a few of my friends called Ben Franklin. I made sure to call Jeremiah earlier that day at his job to tell him I'd be hung up at a meeting later than usual and, that we could use the gym past closing.

"Hey Mark, how's it going," Jeremiah said as he entered the deserted. "Wow this is fantastic. We have the place to ourselves for as long as we want. Good plan bud." He smiled.

"Yeah J," I replied. "Listen let's start with some bench presses ok. You get on the bench first."

"Sounds like a plan," he said as he dropped his gym bag nearby and draped his hard body on the bench. He lifted the bar and began his reps. I made my move.

"Lets really push it up," I stated innocently," unless your too much of a wimp to kick it up". I knew he'd rise to the bait.

"Fuck you," he laughed, "Go for it." He put the bar on its support and lay there as I increased the weights on either end.

"Sure now," I snickered as I watched him struggle to do his lifts.

"Fuck you," he puffed as his luscious body pumped up at the strain. I could see his chest expand with each lift. The outline of his nipples pressed against his tight cotton tank top; his biceps bulged like round melons that rippled under his smooth looking skin. As the lift continued the room filled with the sounds of his sexy grunts and the clean smell he always gave off when he sweated. I filled my lungs with his scent and put more weights on each end.

"Hey," he panted as he tried to hold up the bar. "What the fuck are you trying to do to me," He tried to hold the metal bar aloft but it was a losing battle; I watched as his ebbing strength caused it to sink slowly onto his chest. "Need help buddy," he growled as he attempted and failed to lift the bar.

"Sure thing sweet meat," I chucked as I reached into my bag and pulled out two pairs of cuffs. I quickly attached them to each wrist and then to the twin metal rods that were used to hold the bar when a rep was completed.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jeremiah bellowed. He tried to lift the bar from his chest but failed. If he released his grip the weights would ram the metal rod down on his chest and he knew it.

"You know," I said quietly as I helped him lift the rod and slip it onto the brackets of the twin metal poles he was cuffed to. "You've used fuck a lot tonight. That an invitation 'J' old buddy?"

"Fuck you," he shouted as he tried to get free only to find that the cuffs were blocked from sliding off either pole by a bar that was firmly in place with more weights than he could hope to lift. "Let me out of here you cocksucker." He flailed his muscular arms about trying in vain to get free.

I watched him squirming until; at last, he exhausted himself. "I think it's more like 'fuck you' tonight," I snickered as I moved down and grabbed his workout shorts by its waistband.

"Get away from me," he yelled as I pulled his gym shorts down past his tapered hips then finally off entirely. Jeremiah tried to kick me away but I was out of reach. His cock and balls flopped around erotically with each of his hip movements. After struggling to no avail he stopped. Helpless, he lay there glaring at me with hatred while I shucked off my own gym outfit. I went over to him, straddled his chest and plopped down on his hard six-pack.

"I swear I'll bust your ass when this is over," he groaned as I bounced up and down on his firm stomach forcing air out of him with every plop.

"OOF," he gasped with each bounce.

I smiled as I enjoyed the feel of his body hair tickling my ass crack and balls. I reached under his tank- top and ran my hands across his light chest fur taking pleasure as it skimmed across my palms.

"I swear I'll...OOOOF...bust...OOFFFF..... your ass," he garbled as I drove more air from his lungs weakening him even more.

"I think I'll go first on the 'busting' ass," I replied as I grabbed his tank and ripped it off him exposing that lightly haired chest to full view." But first a slight nibble". I leaned down and began to nip back and forth on his tits.

"Stop it," he moaned as I sucked his brown nips. I savored their slightly salty taste and was soon rewarded by a nice stiffening of each. I glanced up. Jeremiah had stopped struggling. His brown sexy eyes had a mildly glazed look and, a quick check of his lower area revealed that there was also a similar rise in his manhood. Yes, I mused as I flicked his nipples' end points with my tongue. The boy was feeling something!

I got up; moved to the lower end of the bench and took each of his ankles in each of my hands. Jeremiah lifted his head. At first he was confused and then, it hit him fully. Horror of what was about to happen filled his eyes.

"No, don't.....no Mark." He rasped as I lifted his legs and spread them . His ball sack looked enticing as it hung down between his open muscular thighs. I placed each of his firm toned leg on my shoulders and reveled in the sensuality of his hard built thighs pressing on my own chest.

"Mark...don't man..," he whimpered as I extended my hand down towards his crack. As I touched his warm hole with one finger his body shook. I could feel the moist ring chute . His sphincter tightened at my touch. "Not my ass man." He begged as I pushed harder at his virginal gate. I savored that soft warm skin around his chute ring. I found myself playing with the small prickly hairs there and observed that Jeremiah was squirming. His cock shifted slightly. Could he be getting aroused?

I broke out in a grin and, continued massaging his opening until I felt his resistance slipping, I pushed further just into his outer lip. My finger felt itself being encircled by a tight pressure. I could tell he had tightened against my invader but I knew that he would soon be forced to relax. "Come on 'J'...time to give it up." I pressed more firmly .His hole tightened more but then, as I knew, he could not maintain it. Involuntarily he eased up slightly. I rammed my finger in. I experienced his inner essence, which, in contrast to his outward hard-body, was soft, moist, warm and, sensually smooth.

"Fuck," he yelled angrily as I began finger fucking his heretofore-unpenetrated butt. I worked his hole thrusting in and out . He was a raging inferno inside .I found his prostate and flicked my finger along it. My hot straight hunk let out a sigh. I looked up to find Jeremiah's eyes screwed shut. Like that huh 'J' yeah, like that a lot," I repeated my contact on it.

Jeremiah squeezed his eyes as he tried to retighten his ring but my fingering had relaxed his butt entry too far along to allow him to be truly successful. I withdrew. He let out a small gasp thinking, I assumed, that it was over. I leaned forward pushing his legs forward, spreading them father apart and, giving me a better entry for the two fingers that I now drove in his hole.

"No." he shouted as his tried bucking on the bench in an attempt to make me stop. He opened his eyes to see my sneering face.

"If you hate this so much how come your cock is getting aroused huh?" I teased as I continued opening him up still making sure to keep hitting his prostate. He stared down at his cock. Yep it was semi hard. I knew that it was probably due to the stimulation his prostate was getting from my thrusts but Jeremiah was completely clueless.

"No...its not true," he muttered as he gazed at his rising member. I felt his ring muscle yield as his attention was diverted by this confusion. I redoubled my prostate massage. His asshole began a series of contractions.

"Stop...pleaseee," he rasped through chattering teeth. His rod rose a bit more. For the first time Jeremiah was learning how sexually erotic his butt was. "Oh ...Maaarrkk...pleasee stop!"

He was ready. Time to go for it.

I spit on his hole and rubbed the saliva in the entry. Jeremiah looked down at me. I put my cock at his entry. I was going in. he knew it.

"Mark...no," he whispered in a voice light with fear or, was it-hidden desire?

"If you relax it will not hurt," I responded as I pressed my cock forward. He grunted and begged as I pushed; I felt him yield.

"No Maaaaaaarrrrggghhhh," he howled as I drove into his hot tight guts. "Oh ...stop.... my ass is on fire," Jeremiah squealed in shock as his butt got busted.

"Take it straight boy," I hooted as I increased my motions with piston like efficiency. I penetrated in deep and felt his hot moisture gripping my meat.

"I'm getting fucked," he moaned at each thrust. "Ohh ...God...you're killing me."

"You'll live," I hooted as I fucked him harder.

"Shit...my asssssss," he gasped.

As I continued my cherry picking I noticed that Jeremiah's man meat had risen to full staff . Good old Jeremiah was either enjoying his 'rape' or my defilement had triggered the erection by over stimulating his prostate. I seized advantage and reached down to take his hard dick in my hand. He groaned at this double assault and began hitting his head on the bench .I began jerking him off as I continued screwing his butt. Jeremiah stopped and just lay there. His eyes rolled back in his sockets as he screamed in a combination of pain and, I suspected, unforeseen pleasure.

"I'm getting fucked.... getting fucked," he chanted as I rode him. I leaned forward pushing in deeper, his hard toned legs pressed up against my chest, his face so close. I gripped his cock and pumped faster. He raised his head and refocused his brown eyes on me. I could see his conflicted emotions flash across those pupils. He was at a critical juncture. I increased my hand job on his impressively erect cock.

"Go with the flow," I encouraged him as I felt his cock start thrusting thru my palm by itself. His chute rings gripped me tight and the room filled with the sounds of our ragged breaths, slapping skins and, the smell of our rutting.

"Mark, he sighed as he tried to focus but failed. His vision glazed. He was turned on.

"Go with it babe," I hissed as I leaned in and kissed him full on. His mouth opened and his lower body began to buck. I was close as was he.

"Yeah....do it." He mumbled. He had succumbed. "I want it!"

Then, it happened. He let out a garbled cry and I felt his cock lurch and his ass tighten.

"Fuck...I'm ...cummmmmmiinnggg," he shouted as his dick erupted spilling through my fingers and falling down in an arch across his chest and face. I saw his cream laying on his pecs and dripping down his face onto his lips. It was so hot a scene that I went over the edge and exploded into his guts searing his insides with my juices.

"FUCKKKK.."I moaned as I collapsed onto him. Time seemed to be still. I raised my head to see Jeremiah's sexy smile waiting for me.

"Man," he panted as his tongue wiped his spunk from by his lips. "Jis always this tasty?"

"Always," I chuckled as I dipped my fingers into the juices he had shot onto his chest and offered it to him.

"Hmmm...yeah!" He gasped as his mouth sucked in my fingers and gave them a nice tongue bath.

"If you think that's good." I teased as I watched his mouth continue sucking my fingers greedily. "Just wait till you get it direct from the spigot!" Jeremiah just grinned.

A bit later I whispered the critical 'key words' to him, "mind games". Jeremiah blinked and shook his head ; he looked around all grins.

"Well lover did the hypnosis work," he chuckled. "Was your fantasy as hot as you'd hoped?

"Like a charm & it was stud," I nodded recalling it all." Thanks for letting me live it."

"Remember next time I hypnotize you and you can play the straight hunk's role in my fantasy scenario okay." He smirked .

I leaned in for another kiss, "that was the deal.". He enfolded me in his arms and, my lover and I , spent the rest of the night planning his hypno fantasy re enactment!