Personal Trainers – Slinging juice

Submitted by WankFan

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NOTE: This chapter was released on Tuesday 17th September via Patreon (now defunct), before being published here.

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The evening Jimmy had told him about the BuddyBate buttons and stickers, after frotting their cocks together in the locker room and drenching each other with hot cream, Chris had found the website and ordered his own pin. He’d never imagined that such a community could exist, but after the experiences he’d had he knew he wanted to be a part of it. He didn’t care when or where, if there were other men out there willing to drop what they were doing to get their dick out for some friendly stroking he was down to join them.

For two weeks he wore the pin whenever he could, occasionally showing it while working with a customer he thought might be the kind of guy who would be a little curious. While no one seemed to notice it he wasn’t too concerned, he still had his almost daily wanks with the other guys in the office to look forward to, and enjoyed a couple more frotting sessions with Jimmy in the gym showers after Chris volunteered to lock up having confirmed the young man was sticking around.

His chance to explore a little more finally came one morning on his walk into work. He never usually took the route through the town center but his decision to try out the new juice bar would prove to be fruitful, in more ways than one.

The place had opened just a month before, quickly making contact with his boss to try a little cross-promotion with the customers. They were willing to offer a discount to anyone with a membership card, which Chris obviously had.

He’d clearly arrived at the wrong time. That Juicy Stop wouldn’t be open at 8am seemed odd, but as he stepped inside and the man behind the till welcomed him and announced that their delivery guy was late so they had nothing to blend, he caught sight of a little blue and white pin on the guy’s apron. He wasn’t sure at first, it was skillfully disguised among several other colorful pins and badges promoting healthy living, yoga, sports and several charities, but as he stepped closer to see while explaining that he was a personal trainer at the gym and they should really be open first thing in the morning to catch the early crowd he was finally certain that it was indeed a BuddyBate pin.

Chris stared at it for a moment, the man’s gaze following his own while he apologized for being unable to serve him.

With a slight smile to himself Chris felt his heart pound in his wide chest for just a second, his cock immediately beginning to thicken in his sweat pants. He looked up to make eye-contact, the thrill of discovery washing through him. He didn’t consider for a moment that the man might not be interested in stroking with him, or that he might not have time, he simply pointed to the pin and said “I have one of those pins too, I guess I should wear mine more often”.

The bearded guy smiled back, a look of surprise on his handsome face, his green eyes creasing at the edges “Cool” he said, reaching out his hand “I’m Ricky”

Chris gripped the offered palm, their strong fingers tightly enveloping each other “Chris” he said, matter-of-factly. The pause that followed as they released their grip was momentary but intensely awkward, soon relieved by Ricky as he lifted the strap of the apron over his tied-up dreadlocks and lay the black material over the counter, the metal pins clicking against the glass.

“You got time now, or…?” Ricky asked with a wicked smirk “My girlfriend’s gonna be here in fifteen but we can rub one out in the back, if you’re down” he seemed hopeful.

“Fuck, yeah!” Chris laughed, grabbing the now throbbing shape of his cock in his pants “these days I’m more hard than not” he joked as Ricky walked around to the door, sliding a bolt into place.

Walking back he reached out his hand to direct his new friend through the small door at the back of the shop, “My girlfriend’s cool with it and all but she’d freak out if she walked in and caught us wanking it in here” he said, following Chris into the chilled room at the back where empty wooden crates were stacked up “The delivery guy might be here soon, but he’s a bator too so he might be down for joining in”

Chris walked over to a small space out of direct sight from the shop floor, his cock tenting the front of his sweats “Your delivery guy is a wanker too?” he asked, “and your girl is cool with you getting your dick out with other guys?”

Ricky joined him in the three foot space between shelves and boxes, chuckling “yeah, true” he said, unbuckling his belt “my girl is real open-minded about stuff”

“And the delivery guy?” Chris asked, watching as his new buddy unbuttoned, gripping his boxers and jeans together and sliding them down to his knees, his cock slapping upward against his company branded t-shirt.

“Met him before this place” Ricky wrapped his hand around his pink length “used to wank off with him at my last job”.

Chris stared at the cock in the guy’s hand, lost for a moment, jealous and a little surprised that it suddenly seemed so many guys in town were part of this club he’d known nothing about for years. Snapping out of his daydream he slid his sweats down, his tool bouncing out for Ricky to see “I wish I had your fucking life mate” Chris said, grabbing his thick cock and rapidly wanking.

“I wish I had that big cock, mate!” Ricky laughed leaning over “can I?” he asked, reaching out.

“Sure” Chris offered his cock, grabbing it by the top of his heavy round balls and making his shaft bulge with veins. Ricky’s hand caressed it, his fingers wrapping around the warm meat, tugging forward to make Chris’ foreskin slip over the end and a dribble of precum pour out.

“Nice” Ricky said appreciatively, “wish I was uncircumcised”.

Chris hadn’t even noticed that the guy’s big rounded tip was bare, his shaft seamlessly blending into the deep ridge around his helmet. “I never wanked a cut one before, can I?” Chris reached out.

Ricky stood upright “sure thing mate” he said with an Aussie twang, a remnant from a summer he spent in a town outside Sydney.

Chris felt the spongy end, collecting a little pre from the cum hole and sliding it around the edge of his tip, his fingers slipping along the smooth skin where folds of foreskin would usually encircle the shaft. He preferred his own hooded meat but he liked the the look and feel of Ricky’s cock as he played with it, making his new friend shiver and shudder.

“I’m already close, man” he said, “we ain’t got long”.

Chris stepped forward, shuffling his sneakered feet across the concrete floor as his sweats circled his hairy legs. Their dicks met, tip-to-tip, a string of warm precum stretching out between them as Ricky grabbed his cock and their helmets parted for just a moment before returning to bump together.

Ricky’s hand reached down, encompassing their combined ends in his licked palm, his fist gently rubbing along their cocks from one to the other “need plenty of lube next time” he whispered breathily, their foreheads meeting as they stared down to their two dicks being wanked in his hand. Chris reached below, circling his thumb and forefinger around the top of Ricky’s low balls, the sack becoming taught around his nuts as his other hand caressed the swollen orbs.

“Fuck, man, I’m gonna cum” Ricky whispered, his hand still pumping along the two cocks, moving swiftly from Chris’ thicker helmet over his own more slender tip.

“Me too” Chris breathed, his hands playing with the balls as they pulled up between Ricky’s hairy thighs, his friend’s wiry athletic frame motionless as he they focused on the pleasure being generated below their hunched forms.

The first jolt of hot liquid bathed Chris’ glans in a warm bath as Ricky grunted quietly, his hand slipping and his convulsing cock springing free to fling a rope of semen up Chris’ tank top.

Chris had been close, but his cock immediately sprang into spasm at the feel and sight of his new pal beginning his release. His shaft bulged out with veins, the thick mound running along the top seemingly bigger than he could ever remember as he watched a thick lasso of semen fire from his wet tip, splashing through the sheen of jizz Ricky had coated his cock with on the first pump. Through the knee-shaking pleasure coursing through his muscular body he watched his load splash against Ricky’s still squirting dick, their explosive mess colliding in the air between them as pump after pump of hot white liquid issued from each.

For that brief moment their cocks had been free, hot spooge leaving them with force as their hands hung motionless, their foreheads sweaty where they met, both watching in awe as the intensity of their quick frotting paid off. They each grabbed their own dick, taming their leaping shafts instantly and preventing further rogue splashes as the final moments of their orgasms pulsated through their bodies, rising in waves from their taints, flooding through every muscle until their cocks stopped firing and became a subdued final spurt and dribble.

The sound of the large fridge in the corner returned to their ears, replacing the sound of their breathing and pleasurable murmurs, their slow return to reality dragging them out of their stupor to survey the mess they’d made.

They each leaned back, giggling through labored breaths. Ricky showed Chris his hand, dripping with cum. “That was fucking good!” he chuckled.

“And messy” Chris added, his eyes moving from the gooey hand seemingly expecting a high-five, to the puddles of semen splashed all over the concrete floor.

“Well, that’s it, better get back to work before she gets here” Ricky burst into action, grabbing a roll of kitchen paper from the rack behind him and rolling some off for Chris “sorry to cum and go but you know how it is…” he muttered, quickly wiping his hand and dropping some tissues across the floor, their gobs of cum stringing out and smearing across the ground while Chris gathered up his sweats and boxers.

Thankfully their explosive finish had missed the outside of his sweats, but his boxers were sticky and his thighs needed wiping, his buddy’s load having whipped across his inner thigh below his balls.

It took just a minute before things seemed normal, as though nothing had happened in the little storeroom “I’ll need to mop up in here in a minute” Ricky mumbled, adjusting the dreadlocks tied up at the back of his head, “major fucking health violation right there buddy” he laughed.

As Chris walked out of Juicy Stop he passed a frantic young woman in a colorful summer dress and knew immediately that he’d left just in time, looking back to see her stepping through the door.

When he reached the gym and stepped inside his boss Johnny was waiting, leaning in to quietly ask “Are you stopping by the office later? Found a fucking hot new video you need to see”.

Chris couldn’t believe it, but his cock was already gently throbbing again at the prospect of another shared wank with his workmates.

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