Gym Night Blows Pt. 02

As I have received positive feedback on my first MM oral fantasy story, I am continuing it here with part 2. Bear in mind, I have no true experience in the realm of MM sexuality; however, I am open to exploring various avenues in my writings. I hope you all enjoy it.

Note: While I wrote the first installment in 1st person, I am switching to a 3rd person style for ease of writing on my own part.

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Previously in 'Gym Night Blows':

Brett Walters, twenty-five-year-old 911 dispatcher, had found himself once again single as his live-in girlfriend had moved away due to a work promotion. Before going to his nightly after-shift workout he stopped for coffee at the local Dennys where he had been happy to see the attractive, friendly, openly gay Steve Ramirez was working. Discovering that the handsome twenty-two-year-old waiter about whom Brett had had some fantasies was also newly single, Brett had allowed his imagination to stray into the realm of possibility. One thing leading to another, Steve accompanied Brett to the gym which was otherwise unoccupied since it was late at night. There Brett had lived his fantasy of both giving and receiving hot oral sex with another man. It had been mind-blowing for him. Would it be life altering?

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Gym Night Blows -- Pt II

After cleaning up and retrieving their stuff from the locker room, Brett and Steve exited the fitness center. The breezily warm Florida night air was pleasant. Brett saw that the moon had travelled some and was now shining through a patch of clouds glowing prettily with a corona of light. As the two walked to their cars, Brett was exceptionally quiet, seemingly lost in his thoughts.

"You okay Brett?" Steve queried, still worried that this handsome man to whom he was so attracted may be having serious doubts or concerns after what had just happened.

"I think so. Wow. I gotta say Steve, that was really something." Brett smiled to let his friend know he was all right.

"That it was. I was just, well, worried that you may be having some of those doubts I mentioned before. After all, it's not that many guys who have their first gay experience at twenty-five after being 'straight' their whole life. I've seen it really mess some guys up."

"I'm fine Steve. That was mind blowing..., along with other types of blowing ..." Brett laughed. "Actually, it was the best sex I've ever had. Besides, I told you I'd always fantasized about it. Now I know for sure. I guess I really am bisexual." Brett shrugged. "I always kind of knew it, but now I know for sure." Reaching out he lightly rubbed Steve's arm. His penis tingled as he felt static electricity surge. Brett chuckled. Looking down, he said, "Down boy. Down."

Glancing at his friend's semi-tented groin, Steve chuckled. "I see little Brett is still interested. Must be a good sign."

"What do you mean little?" Brett said with mock annoyance.

Steve just laughed. "Not little. I'll give you that." Stopping at his car, Steve turned to Brett. "So, I'll see you again soon? Maybe buy you another cup of coffee?"

"Absolutely. With cream."

"Of course," Steve said, chuckling. "I know how you like your cream."

Brett shook his head and smiled. "I guess you do. I'll be around. Can't forgo my coffee after a long shift you know. After all, Dennys is Americas Favorite Diner. And definitely mine."

Giving Brett a light fist-bump, Steve clambered into his Ford Escape and, tossing his gym bag into the passenger seat, pulled out. As he turned from the parking lot he blew the horn lightly. Brett gave a small wave of acknowledgement.

Not quite ready to go home to his empty apartment, Brett turned towards his favorite quiet spot by the river. A few minutes later he pulled into the entrance of Sherman Oaks Park. Glad that the park was deserted at three in the morning, he headed toward the end of the parking lot where large oak trees provided shade in the daytime. I can't believe that happened, he thought as he stretched his back. The question is, am I really glad it did? Do I want it to happen again? As he pictured Steve's darkly smoky eyes and sexy grin, his penis gave its own vote on the subject. Apparently, 'Little Brett' thinks that's a yes, he thought with a grin.

Still in his gym shorts, tank top, and tennis shoes, Brett headed down through the trees to the edge of the river. Wiping the dirt and moisture from a large flat rock with which he was familiar from past excursions, he sat and looked over the shimmering water. The moonlight reflected in the ripples always calmed him. Across the river only a few lights shown in the houses where other night owls stirred. Most were dark and silent. Bullfrogs, crickets, and cicadas provided soothing orchestral accompaniment for his musings.

Removing his shoes and socks, Brett pushed his feet into the cool damp sand. His questing toes encountered a smooth hardness. Retrieving the small rock, he held it in his hand; for the moment just looking at it. The rock, about an inch and a half wide and roughly circular, nestled in his palm. Its edges were worn smooth by time and tide. As his brain continued swirling around the scene from earlier at the gym, he absently rubbed his thumb over the cool surface. Then, standing, he hurled the rock sidearm out onto the water. Brett grinned when the rock made four good skips across the surface of the river before sinking below the waters. A hop, a skip, a jump and a dunk as Dad used to say.

Maybe that's a sign, he thought. I've had four real relationships with women in my twenty-five years, all of which eventually sank despite their initial energy. There had been Lisa Martin, his high school sweetheart with whom he had lost his virginity amidst a lot of anxious teenage fumbling after prom. Admittedly, the two -- being quite young- had made up for a lack of experience with lots of enthusiasm. Despite all that, Lisa had eventually left for college and the two had drifted apart. Since that time seven years ago, he had had three other girlfriends and a few one-night stands. The latest relationship had been Cindy Worthington with whom he had shared his current apartment for a year before she had received a work promotion and left for San Antonio two weeks ago. Sex with the women in his life had always been an enjoyable experience and Brett loved the feel of a hot wet pussy engulfing his cock. He also loved eating pussy and seeing the effect his swirling tongue, questing fingers, and rock-hard dick could have on a woman's body. Still, he had always felt he was missing something: which probably explained his secret -- until tonight anyway -- love affair with gay and MMF porn. None of the four women - not Lisa, Terri, Maria, nor Cindy -- had been as open and giving as Steve. That blow job he had just gotten... Holy crap!, he thought, as his dick twitched in response. That was fucking hot!

No woman in his experience had ever made him feel like he had felt getting head from the handsome, well-built Steve. When Steve had deep-throated him - taken his entire shaft into his throat down to the root -- Brett had thought he'd died and gone to heaven. And that orgasm! Christ! Never in his life had he cum that hard before. While the only girlfriend he'd had that hadn't been okay with giving head had been Maria, none had ever let him cum in their mouth. Steve had not only let him, he had made him. 'Little Brett' surged in his shorts, pressing against the cotton of his briefs as he recalled the feeling of shooting a huge load of spunk down Steve's hot, tight throat.

And finally, after all those years of fantasizing... finally giving another man a blow job. Actually taking a rock hard shaft of man-meat into my mouth ... the taste, the feel ... Nothing in his life so far could compare. It had been magical. Maybe next time I'll let him cum in my mouth rather than just on my face..., Brett thought, then chuckled. I guess that answers my question. Damn right I want it to happen again!

Sitting once more on the rock, Brett slipped a hand inside his waistband. Picturing Steve's gorgeously snarky grin when he had lapped the last of Brett's spunk from around his lips, he gripped the shaft of his penis and gently began stroking up and down. Sliding his palm up the length of his dick he swirled two fingers on 'that spot' where leaking man juice provided copious lubrication. As he came once more, he was picturing Steve's dick as it had throbbed in his hand there at eye level... Pictured the spurts of snow white cum jetting from its slit to land on his face, coating his cheeks, lips, and nose in thick gobs of hot sperm. Brett definitely wanted to experience that again. Bringing his well-coated hand to his nostrils, Brett took a deep intoxicating breath and an experimental taste. Then, wiping his hand in the grass to clear the evidence of his arousal, Brett headed back to his car.

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Turning onto Creole St where his apartment -- until a few days ago shared with his now ex-boyfriend Gabriel "Gabe" Fuentes -- waited, Steve couldn't get his mind off Brett Walters. Steve had found the man attractive from the first time he had seen him sipping coffee alone in the diner after midnight. Brett liked his coffee with Sweet'N-Low and just a smidge of creamer. Whenever Brett sat in his section, Steve had made a point to smile and chat with him. Not overtly flirting, just chatting. He had discovered that the fit brown-haired man with the nice hazel eyes was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for the local police department, had a live-in girlfriend named Cindy, and worked second shift -- getting off work at midnight. Unfortunately, the girlfriend had been a damper initially on Steve's erotic thoughts of those full lips and cleft chin. He had assumed Brett the man was straight, which was a shame, but not a barrier to friendship. Regardless, Brett had always been friendly and respectful, even after learning of Steve's homosexuality. Brett had shrugged that off with no apparent issue. Over time, as their acquaintance morphed into a burgeoning friendship, Brett had started making sure he sat in Steve's section of the diner when he came in. He had even started coming in on his nights off a couple times a month.

Steve had wondered any number of times about Brett's true orientation. While he was in a relationship with a woman, Steve had caught hints on the odd occasion of what seemed to be interest. Looks, small touches..., nothing overt, but the handsome ostensibly heterosexual dispatcher definitely gave off a bisexual, or at least bicurious, vibe. Any number of times he had noticed the 'straight' man, while trying to be nonchalant, watching him with what appeared to be wistful longing as he went about his duties. Still, Steve had been in a relationship with Gabe, while Brett was living with his girlfriend. It seemed friendship would be as far as it would go.

For the first few months Steve had been okay with that. Over time it had evolved so that whenever Brett came in he would, if not too busy, make it a point to ask him about his calls at work, and inquire about his general life. Brett had fascinating stories about the cops, the citizens -- crazy and otherwise -- and goings on in the town garnered from his job. Given the seeming tranquility of the streets most nights, it was amazing to hear of the domestic disputes, drugs, and gang activity that actually happened here. Steve had laughed until he almost cried when Brett told him about his friend the paramedic who had responded to a call about an old man with stomach pain. When the paramedics arrived on scene the old man had been stark naked and had the biggest dick Brett's friend had ever seen. It hung almost to his knees and swung back and forth when he moved like the pendulum on a grandfather clock. When the paramedic had pressed on the man's stomach, he had let out an explosive fart that practically rattled the windows. Afterwards the paramedics had debated on nicknames for the old guy, going between Father Time and Big Ben. Aside from his conversational skills, Brett was also a good listener and was one of the few people who had an inkling how hard it had been for Steve to come out to his parents, who were severely homophobic. Steve found himself having wet dreams about sucking Brett's hard dick and running his fingers and tongue over that body. He had known for a while that he wanted Brett to be more than just a friend.

As Steve's relationship with Gabriel Fuentes, initially hot and frantic, had gradually cooled from that initial hormone driven ardor of sexual attraction, he had more and more often found himself fantasizing about his favorite coffee drinking night owl. Steve could no longer count the number of times he had envisioned Brett's hazel eyes, full lips, and strong chin while looking at Gabe. He found himself wishing Gabe was as intelligent, handsome, and interesting as Brett. Many were the times, when he was going down on Gabe, he had fantasized that the hard dick in his mouth was that of the good-looking Brett Walters. Pictured Brett's wide shoulders and muscular bod while pounding Gabe's ass. When Gabe had decided to end their involvement and move out it had not broken Steve's heart.

When Brett Walters had walked into the diner tonight, Steve had found his blood pressure rising. His attraction to the man was undeniable. He was not only sexually attracted to the man, but he also had gotten to know him well enough to realize that he liked Brett as a person overall. When Brett had told him that Cindy had moved up and out, Steve had taken a breath and decided 'nothing ventured, nothing gained.' As it turned out his venture had definitely turned into a gain. He had been pretty sure from the fact that Brett had not rebuffed his advances, had not only allowed but seemingly enjoyed the stroking Steve had given his knee and thigh in the booth, that he had a shot. When Brett accepted his request to accompany him to the gym, obviously knowing what Steve had in mind, he had almost pumped a fist in victory. YES! he had mentally shouted.

Grinning, he thought of their workout. He knew he had really given Brett's dick a workout. And it was a very nice dick too. Not huge, but nice and thick and well formed. As he relived the scene where Brett had almost surged from the workout bench when he shot his hot load down Steve's throat ... recalling the groans, clenched fists, and tensing of that muscular body as he came in multiple spurts... Steve's member throbbed in his shorts.

Steve had been trepidatious when Brett had decided to 'return the favor.' He had wished more than anything to have those beautiful lips wrapped around his dick, but he also knew that there was a potential there for emotional and psychological damage. This man -- so full of empathy and concern for others - despite his confessions of attraction to men in general and Steve in particular - had never before acted on his fantasies. A bicurious man receiving a blowjob from another guy would generally be able to dismiss the experience as an enjoyable experiment; however, giving another man a blowjob -- actually taking another man's penis into his mouth and sucking it -- that was another thing all together. No longer could he dismiss his furtive thoughts as mere curiosity. Now he was confronting the demonstrated fact of his own bisexuality. Steve grinned. It had been a pretty good demonstration too. Room for improvement, granted, but ... definitely good.

Plopping into his easy chair, Steve closed his eyes and proceeded to relive the nights trip to the gym while stroking himself to another explosive orgasm. When ropes of sticky cum splattered on his chest, he saw Brett's face as it had looked covered in his spunk. Wiping himself clean afterwards, Steve looked around the quiet apartment. While Gabe would be missed, and Steve hoped they actually did remain friends, Steve couldn't find it in his heart to be sad right now. He had a new avenue to explore ... and he really wanted to see where this one led.

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Brett Walters lapped eagerly at Cindy's dripping wet pussy as she straddled his face. Her flowing juices tasted wonderful. She was moaning as she grinded her mound into his face. Steve knelt on his right side, rapidly bobbing his head up and down as he deep throated Brett's dick and fondled his balls. With one hand Brett tweaked the nipples of Cindy's mid-size tits as his other grasped and tugged at Steve's dick, palm and fingers sliding in the leaking stickiness. His tongue darted deep into Cindy's pussy as if seeking the source of her moisture as she continued to moan and writhe on his face. In the next moment, with no apparent transition, Steve was straddling Brett's chest, head thrown back, hands gripping the sheets as he rammed his cock in and out of Brett's receptive mouth. Cindy was now straddling his groin, facing backwards, her molten hot womanhood sliding up and down Brett's dick. Cindy also had her head arched backwards: her and Steve's hair tangled together in a knotted nimbus as the two gyrated in ecstasy over Brett's prone body.

When the alarm clock went off at 11:00 a.m., Brett's dick was rock hard under the sheet. As the dream dissipated, he rolled over. It had been a bit after 4:00 a.m. when he had crawled into bed. Climbing out of bed he headed noted the telltale dampness on his sheets. The last time he had had a nocturnal emission he was maybe eighteen. Tossing the sheet aside he headed for the bathroom where he masturbated frantically in the shower as the hot water beat on his shoulders and head. He couldn't get the view of Steve swallowing him all the way to his pubes out of his mind. While it was obvious from his dream that he was still attracted to the fairer sex, it was also quite apparent that he desired to explore his no longer latent bisexuality ... and he wanted to do so with Steve Ramirez.

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AT 3:15 p.m. Brett Walters pulled his red Toyota Forerunner into one of the dispatcher reserved parking spots at the p.d. Throughout the interminable eight and a half hours of his shift -- while he dealt with snarky citizens who thought they should have their own private cop parked on their street due to "juvenile delinquents in the area" and cops on the radio who were not much less snarky when dealing with drunk drivers and arguing couples -- his every spare moment was spent thinking about the night before. The high point of the night was when i.d. 148, Officer McPherson, got into a foot pursuit of four teens who were breaking into cars and had to taze one of them. Six officers had responded to the scene, and the tazed teen had to be checked out by paramedics. The other three would-be-burglars were rounded up and turned over to their parents. Throughout it all he debated back and forth in his head about whether or not he should go for his nightly cup of coffee when he got off shift. When he was finally relieved by the oncoming third shifter at midnight, he hurriedly briefed her on what was going on then stuffed his jacket and equipment in his locker before heading to Dennys.

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Arriving at work at 9 p.m., Steve went about his duties as per normal. For three hours he took orders, served food, and poured coffee. His mind, however, was occupied elsewhere. Walking up to the beverage counter he was startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder. His heart jumped into his throat as he thought for a split instant that it would be Brett.

"Steve, you okay man?" Sighing in frustration, Steve turned to his fellow server. Nichole Hardesty looked concerned. "You seem really preoccupied. I heard you broke up with Gabe." The perkily cute twenty-three-year-old waitress met his gaze. Her green eyes were awash with concern.

Steve gave a shrug. "I'm good Nichole. I appreciate it. Gabe and I are fine." Grinning, he arched his eyebrows. "Besides, it's not Gabe on my mind."