Curiosity Explored

Curiosity Explored, Part I

“C’mon, one more,” Steve said, more a command than a request.

Mike strained beneath the heavy barbell, his back arching as he struggled with the final rep, Steve’s hands cupped beneath the cold stainless steel, lifting the few pounds that Mike could not.

“C’mon, Mike! Push... PUSH!”

With a grunt Mike locked out his arms, driving the bar to full extension, and Steve guided it back into the cradle of the bench. Together they dropped it back down, the two 45-pound cast-iron plates at either end clanging loudly.

“Atta boy!” Steve praised his training partner, slapping him on a damp shoulder as Mike’s arms dropped down, exhausted. “Great set!”

As usual, they were alone in the gym on this Sunday morning save for a long-legged, dark-haired woman they knew only as Leah, given the membership card she left on the control desk. And what was the point of that, considering there wouldn’t be a monitor in the weight room for another two hours?

When their paths crossed among the apparatus, the men nodded their hellos to Leah and kidded her about her latest outfit that hugged her small breasts, a second skin on her lean body. She didn’t wear a bra, much to their delight in the air-conditioned gym. She was never without a smile, always happy to share the weight room with just Steve and Mike.

The men had been training for months, pushing each other to better cardiovascular health and stronger muscles. Their careers were demanding but they seldom missed a workout. If they did, they had better have a note from home.

Mike lay prone after the final set of bench-press, his chest rising and falling sharply as he recovered his breath. Not lost on Steve was what he had noticed a little more lately, writing it off to raging testosterone: his training partner was bulging conspicuously in his shorts. Also not lost on Steve was his own reaction to his friend’s arousal -- a swelling of his own. He was puzzled and embarrassed by it, yet he could not deny his curiosity.

“Well, that’s it for me,” Steve said. “See you in the showers.”

“Right behind you,” Mike said, pulling himself to his feet. “Leah, we’ll see you next Sunday?”

“You know you will,” Leah replied with a wave. “Somebody’s gotta keep you guys honest.”

She snapped a towel at Mike’s firm butt as he walked past, missing him, but not by much. He laughed and hastened his step as she recoiled the towel, twirling it for another assault.

* * *

“I think bench is gonna be the death of me,” Mike said, peeling his singlet off his damp torso in front of his locker. “Man, I HATE that last set.”

“C’mon, suck it up,” Steve needled him, tugging his shorts down, his T-shirt already in a ball on the floor. He was wearing just an athletic support, its thin straps lifting his cheeks, its nylon pouch enveloping him in the front. “We’ve come a long way. We couldn’t do two sets of 225 a couple months ago. Now we do five.”

“Yeah, yeah... I’ll look great in my coffin,” Mike said, stepping naked out of his shorts, walking from his locker to the showers a short walk away, swinging loosely.

Steve kicked off his support and dropped in behind, two strides back, his curiosity again puzzling him. He adored women. He loved the effect he had on them, and they had on him. He wasn’t even the type to steal glances in the showers, to compare equipment. But with Mike, well, he couldn’t sort out his feelings, and he kept wondering about his bulging friend on the bench.

They stepped before the sensors on the wall and the showers sprayed to life, a thick mist hissing over their bodies.

“Ahh... the best part of the workout,” Mike said, his back to the wall, his head tilted back into the hot water. His hands moved in wide circles over his broad pectorals, pumped full from the chest workout, and he scooped his bar of soap over his skin, working up a good lather. The foam dripped down his stomach to his groin, over his thighs and calves, flowing toward the drain.

“Yeah, I could stand here all day,” Steve replied, turning to face the wall, the water pouring down his back and between the cheeks of his ass.

The two men stood wordlessly for a time beneath the spray, luxuriating in its pounding massage. Finally:

“I get such a rush doing the bench, no matter how much I hate it,” Mike said.

“I’ve noticed,” Steve said, turning from the wall to face his friend. Mike’s soapy hands were buried in his crotch, his legs more than shoulder-width apart.

“Say what?”

“Uh, well, um...” Steve stammered, dropping his gaze, flustered.

“You mean the hard-on I get doing bench?”

Steve felt his face on fire, then turned, his eyes locking with Mike’s.

“Well, now that you mention it... yeah.”

Mike grinned. “Well, Steve, I can’t figure it out. And I’ve noticed your shorts filling out a bit when you stand over me, spotting.”

The friends never had a problem communicating, but never before had they been this candid. And somehow, despite the daring subject, their words kept coming.

“You noticed, did you?” Steve said, his own hands soapy and hot as they slipped deep between his thighs and massaged his cock and his balls. The topic was stirring him, and he wondered whether Mike could tell.

“Yeah... like I’m noticing now.”

Steve’s eyes dropped to his waist, and he realized his cock was growing long and hard. It was slipping smoothly through his fist as he stroked more than he washed.

Mike clearly was aroused himself, his own hands occupied, stroking his shaft, palming his balls.

Their bodies were hot and tired, glistening wet and slick with soap, when an unspoken, unexplainable desire swept over them.

They both took a single step, out of the spray, and now were close enough to feel each other’s breath. Their hard cocks brushed, then rubbed full length, and pushed into each other’s pubic hair. Their mouths opened. The sensation struck them like a lightning bolt when their tongues met, when Mike nipped Steve’s bottom lip.

“Hello, boys. Having fun?”

They jumped, and turned to see Leah standing not 10 feet away. She was still fully dressed in her navy tights and her light green T-shirt, a dark line of perspiration dividing her breasts.

The men tried to cover themselves as they attempted to speak, their words stuck in their throats.

“Hey, don’t suddenly get bashful on my account,” she said playfully, reaching to the bottom of her T-shirt, pulling it gently upward. “I’ve been curious about you two for awhile, and obviously you’ve been curious about each other.

“Now tell me: is a lady welcome to watch?”

For a good long time, before he had inexplicably yearned for Mike, Steve had had eyes for Leah. She was gorgeous, and as her T-shirt lifted free he was treated to a view of her small, bullet-hard nipples. Now his head was swimming, standing in a gym shower with his aroused, very ready friend, the taste of his tongue still on his lips, and a lean, terribly fit woman who was stripping herself naked.

“Welcome, Leah.” Mike smiled broadly and motioned her to join them.

“I was getting VERY hot watching you guys,” she said stepping nearer, looking from their wide eyes to their dripping cocks. Steve gasped as his gaze trailed down her body. She was smoothly shaven, and clearly she had been playing. Her swollen pussy lips glistened with humidity or arousal, or both.

“So THIS is the men’s showers,” she said, smiling. “I like the scenery. Don’t let me stop you, fellas. Now, where were you before I so rudely interrupted?”

Steve sighed as she moved to the opposite wall, moving into the spray as her back covered the sensor. She pumped a little soap into her hand from the dispenser.

“I think we were doing ... this,” Mike said, turning to Steve, their lips locking once more. The blood boiled in Steve’s body, sucking Mike’s tongue as Leah watched from just a few feet away, her hands straying over her breasts, down to her pussy.

“Stroke your cocks ... for me,” she encouraged.

Their lips parted. Steve looked to her and saw her leaning against the wall, spreading her legs. Her fingers dipped into her pussy and up to her clit, rubbing softly, the back of her head tapping gently against the tiled wall.

They obeyed, turning to face her, looking from each other to her and back, slapping their cocks in their palms, nursing them back to an engorged fullness as they stroked, their purplish cockheads pointing eagerly at her.

“Leah... you’re going to make us come,” Steve groaned.

“Mmmm... that’s the general idea, babe.”

The two men relished the idea and quickened their pace, their hands flashing over their stiff lengths, tightening their grip just a little over the ridge of their heads. Steve felt the unmistakable, glorious feel of precome bubbling to his tip, a harbinger of the bliss that was not far away.

“Hold your balls. No, no ... each other’s,” Leah said. They jumped to her instruction, reaching between their firm thighs, turning to face each other to fulfill her request.

“Oh, fuck...” Steve moaned, his loose sac no longer bouncing free.

Leah’s temperature soared watching the two men surrender to their lust, watching them look over to watch her. She adored the power she wielded from across the shower, listening to their groans intensify, listening to the sound of their cocks in their hands, seeing these two strong, healthy friends in vivid profile as they erotically aimed themselves at each other, both by necessity and desire.

She slumped back, her back arching now, and the orgasm that had seemed miles away suddenly exploded in her head, her legs trembling, and she almost slipped to the floor. She cried out, her eyes closing, then opening to the howls she heard building from Steve and Mike.

“Now... now... NOW!” Steve cried, swept away by Leah’s climax. She saw the first hot, thick spurt pulse from his shaft and hit Mike’s cock and his frantically jerking hand. Second and third and fourth spurts followed, a milky stream that sent Mike over the edge. He now joined Steve, squirting full and hot, his seed splashing on the tiles at his friend’s feet.

The two men buckled, falling into each other’s arms, spent, and kissed again, tenderly. Then they felt another two arms around them, pulling them to the floor. They stretched out languidly, their limbs intertwined.

Leah reached to them both and cradled their softening cocks, kissing both men gently. Their lips and tongues trailed lazily, from man to woman to man to man.

“Babes,” she said, “must I wait till next Sunday before I see you again?”

“No,” Steve sighed, smiling weakly as he caressed her cheek with one hand and Mike’s chest with the other. “I think we’ll all be seeing each other a little more often.”