Sexy Gay Stories - Volume Five - three m/m short stories

thickness and laid it on the bench for me. Dutifully, I sat down. He slipped effortlessly out of his sneakers, trunks, and shirt, and he folded himself a towel just as he had for me. While he stepped out of his underwear, I admired how his balls stirred almost imperceptibly as his cock swung back and forth. 
    My eyes studied his smooth hips, admiring how they gave way to his perfect taut ass and biker-strong thighs. 
    Fisk sat down next to me, closing his eyes, resting his blond head against the bench back. His ample cock lay gracefully between his thighs and he ran his hand through his hair and breathed deeply, totally at ease, as if he were alone and not sitting in here with a stranger. I wondered if I were only one of many members he’d taken in here. Of course I was, I thought, and yet I still felt special. Chosen. I asked him how long he’d been at the gym and he explained the ins and outs of his profession. He kept his eyes closed as he spoke. He explained how the career of a trainer isn’t exactly like working in the pressure cooker of Wall Street but the sessions teaching people to get in shape and keep at it, drain you dry.
    ‘Got to refill that tank,’ I said. I was enjoying how our roles had shifted from him listening to my work woes to my listening to his. I placed my left hand on his right thigh, and, resting my head against the bench back, I felt around his lap until my hand caught his cock and then I held him, hard. Fisk put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I stroked him with an easy rhythmical fluidity that surprised me. 
    He was swelling so quickly that I reached forward and held him with two hands, kissing his sweaty pecs, sniffing his mint-scent, his sweaty underarms, and I licked his chest and then cupped his balls, delicately, like feeling the underside of a rare vase. 
    He was firm, rigidly full, yet his cock-flesh was still a little soft and tender to my grip as I stroked it. The suppleness and give made me hard. Voices from outside the sauna leaked through the door, and feeling safely sealed inside here I stroked him with renewed gusto. 
    ‘You do a solid Satan,’ I whispered, ‘But you’re sort of a softie, too.’ 
    He kept his eyes closed as he chuckled. I had amused Satan and was happy and I realised that, more than I wanted to be taken by him, I wanted to serve him. I wanted to make him ecstatic. 
    I tickled his balls and as he lifted himself off the seat, I let my finger glide under and around to the rim of his asshole as I pleasured him there and studied the quickened rise and fall of his blond-haired chest. I teasingly ran the fingers of my free hand through his blond tufts of pubic hair and he grinned, and groaned. 
    ‘I am going to suck Satan’s cock and drain him dry, OK?’ 
    Fisk smiled so widely that the cleft in his chin disappeared. 
    My shoulders were dripping beads of sweat on the wood as I placed the thick towel onto the floor between his wide feet. As I knelt down in front of him I held his cock. I said I wanted to thank him for taking me down this needed detour, on this of all mornings. ‘You’ve emboldened me ahead of my review,’ I said, tightening my hold on his cock. Then I puckered my lips around that purple gleaming crown of his. And I slurped and suckled attentively, lapping up his generous shots of precome, which beaded from his cock and tasted like the first drops of a strangely salty martini. 
    I stroked him quickly, coating his length with my saliva and his precome, the glistening lube making his cock glaze like an object d’art. Then I kissed his taut belly and I slipped him into my mouth until I could feel his cock throbbing on my tongue. It was such a tangible throbbing that I felt I could take his heart rate from those tiny beats of his cock vein against my tongue. Without moving, I held him there in my mouth, letting my tongue rise effortlessly and my lips close around him all the more tightly. 
    Then I sucked Fisk for all I was worth. I slathered my tongue up and down, savouring his salty flesh-flavours, tonguing his slick shaft, lapping and almost biting the long underside of his stiff sex, pausing now and then to polish that crown of his with my forefingers before I squeezed him at the top until that fleshy knob leaked more clear beads, tiny wet diamonds, sticky diamonds I licked off tenderly as the sweat fell from my scalp, poured over my brows and dripped onto Fisk’s knees. 
    His arms were tense as he held onto the edge