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Generations


I had belonged to this new gym for about a month and several times I had seen a handsome guy with an amazing 
body working out. He looked to be in his late 30's or early 40's and he was about six feet of solid muscle. He had 
medium length light brown hair and a goatee and a somewhat hairy body. But what always got me staring at him 
were his muscles. He was a more serious trainer than most of the other guys in the gym, and he looked it. When he 
worked his arms the biceps bulged upwards to 19 inches or so, the hundred pound barbells that he used for preacher 
curls flying up and down effortlessly. His chest was broad and deep, the hair on it making it look even sexier. All of 
his body parts - thick lats, wide shoulders, thick and cut quads, perfect calves - were big, cut, and in proportion to 
each other. I loved to watch him train, and he had started to notice me. We'd nod at each other when we first came 
into the weight area and occassionally spot each other. He had introduced himself as Ron a week ago. I didn't want 
to get my hopes up, but I was fishing around to figure out if he really was gay or not. Several nights I had gone 
home from the gym and jerked off while fantasizing about him.

Tonight he must have arrived at the gym just before me, because he was just pulling his workout tanktop over his 
manly torso when I walked into the locker room. 

"Hey, how's it going?" he asked.

"Fine. How about you?"

"Good. Feel like working chest with me?" he asked.

Yeah, I'd like to work his chest. My tongue would be in the cleft between his pecs in no time. My teeth pulling on 
one of his big nipples.

"Yeah, that sounds good," is what I really said. I couldn't believe my luck. There was no way that I was the same 
class athlete as him, but he was asking me to work out with him nonetheless. There were no free lockers in the row 
he'd been in, so I went to the next set of lockers and changed while he went to the john. 

We started with the bench press and I went first because I would use less weight than Ron. When I was lying down 
he stepped up to spot me and I wondered which view was better, looking up at this hunk towering over me, or when 
I would spot him, seeing his mountainous pecs bulging when he pressed the weight. I pumped out my set, cranking 
out two extra reps with his help. Then we put more plates on the bar and Ron took his turn on the bench. It was 
*definitely* better from this angle! Ron's rugged chest burst into a mass of sinews as he pressed the weight up over 
and over again. Finally he slowed and I urged him on to do more, which he did, till he grunted an "OK" and I helped 
him guide the bar back onto the supports. 

We continued on for the rest of the evening, moving plates on and off depending on who was working out. We 
moved on to flyes, incline dumbbell presses, and cable work. He did three sets of decline presses, but at that point 
my chest was burning from being blasted more than it ever had been before, so I sat the last two out. I'd be sore as 
hell for a few days, but it felt good to know that I'd really worked out hard for a change.

In between the sets we talked and we got to know each other better. He mentioned that his son and father also 
belonged to the gym and I thought, "a son? So much for that. I'll have to lust from afar."
"How old is your son?" I asked.

"He just turned 17. I was only married to his mother for a few years and we've been divorced a long time. He lives 
with her, but he's staying with us for the summer."

"They don't come here at night?"

"My dad just turned 65 and retired. He's always been a morning person, so he and Jack come here early. That's why 
it's great to find someone like you who's willing to work out with me, who doesn't mind spotting. I get a better 
workout with a partner."

Yeah, it's really boring spotting you, watching your muscles practically bursting through your skin as the sweat drips 
off you. I can hardly stifle the yawns as I picture licking off every drop while I trace the veins on your sexy body.

"Oh, I don't mind spotting," the sensible part of me responded. "And I definitely would never work out so hard 
without a partner, especially one so gung-ho as you." 

"Well, we seem to be on the same schedule. Let's try to keep it up," he said. "What say we hit the showers, and then 
if you're not busy, why not come by my place for a beer?"

Hmmm, Grandpa, Junior, and me. How cozy. Just as I was about to make up some excuse he put his hand on my 
forearm, stroked it a little and said, "I'd like to get to know you better. I noticed you the first day you started working 
out here, and I think you're pretty hot."

Thank God I was never very good at coming up with excuses. There seems to be a reason that he and his wife got 
divorced long ago. Am I really going to make it with this stud after all? "Sure," I said. "But will your son and father 
be home? Will that be a problem?"

"Oh, no. In fact, I'd like you to meet them." Then he smiled and said, "To be honest, I've talked to them a little about 
you and I think they're interested in meeting you."

Well this would be interesting. I never met a trick's family before on the first date. We went back to the locker room 
to our separate rows. It was only through superhuman willpower on my part that I pointedly avoided lingering 
around so I could check out his cock while he was undressing, or in the showers. I wanted to save that treat for later, 
when I could do something about it.

We got into our cars and I followed his the short drive to his house. There was already a car in the driveway, and he 
pulled in behind it. I parked by the curb, then walked up to where he was waiting for me. Someone was home - I just 
hoped that this wouldn't be too awkward.

Ron ushered me in and I could smell something good cooking in the kitchen. It was just before eight, and I guess the 
other guys were waiting for Ron to get home before they ate.

"Who goes there, friend or foe?" a deep voice called from the kitchen. 

"It's me," Ron answered. "You figure it out. But I've got a friend with me."

There were some clattering noises and then footsteps heading toward the hall. Then around the corner came what 
must have been Ron's father. I had pictured a pudgy, little old man when Ron said he was retired. Instead, striding 
toward me was a virile, athletic man. Of course - he worked out every day, and Ron got the good genetics for his 
own body from somewhere. 

"Bob, this is my dad, George. Dad, this is Bob, the new guy at the gym."
George stuck his hand out and said, "Welcome." His grip was strong, which was entirely in keeping with his 
physique. He wore a tight pullover knit shirt that was unbuttoned on top, where some white chest hairs spilled out. 
He was almost Ron's height and he was very muscular himself. His chest was nicely shown off by the shirt, and his 
waist was tight and flat. His arms had a lot of muscle tone, and they were beefy - bigger than mine. He had a thick 
shock of white hair and a thick white beard. He was tanned, and the lines around his grey eyes gave him a rugged 
look. Like a sea captain, I thought. 

"I hope that you're staying for dinner," George said. I started to demur and Ron said, "George is a great cook. Since 
he retired and spends more time in the kitchen, we're really eating well."

Just then we heard keys in the front door. The door opened and I locked eyes with a tall, young stud. This must be 
Ron's son. Christ, what a family! The young man walked in, checking me out as much as I was checking him. He 
was my height 5'10", and his tight tee shirt clung to a torso that would look good on any guy, but considering that 
Ron had told me he had just turned 17, it was incredible. He was already packing plenty of muscle on his frame. He 
walked towards us and I got a better look at his face. The clear skin on his chin and cheeks showed no trace of beard 
yet. His full lips parted in a slight smile, and he raised one eyebrow slightly in a questioning kind of way. He had 
long dark brown hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. He was a mixture of sexy masculinity and fresh 
youthfulness that was intriguing. 

"And here's the last member of the family," Ron said. "Bob, this is my son Billy that I was telling you about. Billy, 
this is Bob. Looks like he's going to be my new training partner at the gym."

We shook hands and George said, "Dinner's almost ready. I hope you like beef stew, Bob."

"I like beef," I replied.

"I bet you do," Billy said, and winked.

We moved into the living room as George went back into the kitchen for the final preparations. Ron opened a bottle 
of wine, poured out four glasses, and brought one each to Billy and me. We drank and chatted a little until George 
called us in, and we brought the remaining glass and wine with us. The dinner was delicious, and any uptight 
feelings I had felt before arriving evaporated while enjoying the food and wine. The three guys were all easy going, 
and George especially had a great sense of humor. They seemed almost more like buddies or room mates than 
grandfather, father, and son. When we had finished I got up and offered to clear up, but Billy said, "No, that's how I 
earn my keep. Why don't you guys go into the living room and I'll join you in a while." We poured one glass of wine 
each from another bottle that we had opened and moved to the other room.

I sat on the sofa and George sat in an easy chair next to it. Ron dropped down beside me and put his arm along the 
back of the sofa, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. I tensed up a little at this, and George must have noticed 
because he reached over and squeezed my thigh and said, "Don't be shy Bob." Then he gave another slower squeeze 
and said, "Hmmm, looks like Ron's picked a good workout partner." He left his hand on my thigh.

Does this mean what I think it means? I thought. The whole family is gay?
Ron moved his hand so it was brushing along the side of my neck. Billy walked in then and smiled. 

"Ron told us about a cute guy that he met at the gym. There aren't so many early in the morning, are there George?" 
With that he stood behind the older man's chair and started massaging his broad shoulders. 

"I told you guys you should switch your workouts to the evening," Ron said. Then he pulled me close against him 
and asked, "You like working out in the evenings?"

"Yeah. Otherwise, I wouldn't have met you," I said, as I started running my hand along his thick arm. George's hand 
started feeling along my thigh again, and I saw that Billy had moved his hands down so that his cheek was against 
George's neck and he was massaging George's chest. "And I wouldn't have met you guys either."

Ron held me even tighter and moved his face toward mine, bringing our lips together. I opened my mouth and his 
tongue flicked into it, searching out my own tongue. I looked into his eyes as I felt the hard muscles in his arm tense 
as he held me tightly. George's hand had made it's way to my crotch, and he was stroking my hardening cock 
through the material of my jeans. 

Ron broke the kiss and started pulling on my shirt, tugging it over my head. Billy did the same with his own shirt 
and I licked my lips when his buffed body was revealed. It was only a matter of time before he would be even bigger 
than his father. Right now his muscles were still gathering definition, but he was more filled out than most of the 
guys in the gym even though they had been lifting many more years than he had been. Billy tossed the shirt aside 
and loosened the strand that held back his ponytail. His dark brown hair fell down almost to his shoulders and 
George immediately reached up and ran one hand through it. I started tugging on Ron's shirt which he freed from his 
pants himself and yanked it over his head. His broad chest with it's light trim of hair was revealed more than I had 
ever seen it at the gym. His large nipples were erect and beckoning for my mouth. But first I turned to George who 
slowly took off his own shirt. George's chest was very hairy, the white fur making a matt across his pecs, forming a 
thick triangle below his pecs. He easily looked 15 years younger than his age and far better than most 50 year olds 
look; or 30 year olds for that matter. The definition in his abs attested to a lifetime of crunches, situps, and leg raises.

It was exciting to see three men showing variations on the same body type and face. It seemed that over time the 
men in this family had gotten bigger, darker, and less hairy. Ron was at the peak of his physical development, 
whereas Billy had not reached his potential. And George still gave them a run for their money. I would have cruised 
any of them in a bar, and here I was, with all three at once.

I bent down to Ron's chest and took his right nipple in my mouth. He sighed as I nibbled on it with my front teeth, 
gradually increasing the pressure. When he gave a little grunt I eased up and ran my tongue over it again and again. I 
sucked it fairly hard after that. All the time I had my hands on his pecs, which were incredibly hard. 

Billy had bent down and around so that he and George could kiss. Billy caressed the hair on the older man's chest. 
Ron saw me watching them and stood up, pulling me up with him. George stood also and positioned himself so that 
Ron, George, and I formed a triangle. Both men moved their faces toward mine so that we were able to kiss each 
other simultaneously. My closely cropped beard rubbed against Ron's goatee and George's thicker beard. Our lips 
brushed together, our tongues moved back and forth between each other. Billy had come up behind me and his 
mouth was exhaling warm breath into my ear until he took one lobe gently in between his teeth. Then he tongued the 
inside of my ear before moving down to kiss and lick the side of my neck. He put his arms around me and I felt his 
chest jut into my back. My hands were roaming over Ron and George, feeling their hard muscles as we continued to 
kiss. 

My cock was painfully imprisoned by my briefs and the tight denim of my jeans. I unbuttoned the fly and pulled the 
waist down to relieve some of the pressure. George moved his hand onto my swollen prick and fondled it through 
the cotton of the briefs. Billy let go of me so that he could undo his own pants, and when he repositioned himself I 
felt his hard cock pressed up against my butt through the material of both our underwear. Ron undid his shorts and 
let them drop to the floor. He was left standing in a jock that was bulging with a thick cock that was still hardening 
and a large ball sac.
George's pants were next, and his stiff dick was already poking at the top of the brief's waistband. I turned slighly so 
that I was now facing Billy and Ron and George was behind me. We pushed our bodies together so that our dicks 
were rubbing against each other or along the crack of my ass in George's case. The front of my underwear was 
getting moist from the pre-cum that was leaking from my piss-slit. This was by far the hottest thing that had ever 
happened to me.

"Flex for me, big men," I said. This humpy family could win first place in the teen, open, and masters competition of 
any local bodybuilding contest.

"Yeah, I knew you liked looking at these big muscles," Ron said as he stood back a little and crunched into a most 
muscular pose. He brought one arm up and bent a little to the side as he flexed the other arm, the bicep getting thick 
and hard. George brought both arms up into a double bicep pose, hard peaks of muscle knotting up in his arms. Not 
to be outdone, Billy did a lat spread that made him seem big as a house. Then he flexed his back muscles in a 
display of brutal power that was all the more impressive for his age. They continued flexing and posing as I felt their 
shoulders, chests, and arms. Ron pointed one leg slightly in front of him and tightened his upper leg so that the 
quads burst into relief like in a pump video. George did a side chest pose, his pecs standing proudly out over his 
hard midsection. And Billy's tricep pose revealed a horseshoe of iron-hard muscle. 

Our cocks were throbbing in our briefs, tenting them in front of us. I pulled my underwear down and quickly 
stepped out of it. My seven inch cock bobbed in front of me, pre-cum glistening on the tip. The three studs copied 
my example and stood lined up in front of me, their dicks pointed my way. I was thrilled to see that they had almost 
identical cocks - about two inches longer than mine and somewhat thicker.

Ron stepped forward and picked me up in his strong arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my dick banged 
against the six-pack of his abs. I put my hands on his broad shoulders and felt the power that lay in the sinews 
beneath my fingers. He put his hands under my armpits and held me up at arm's length. Then he passed me on to 
George, who took hold of me so that one arm was below my knees, the other supporting my back. He practically 
curled me so that my face was pressed against his hairy chest. He then rubbed my face against his deep chest and I 
quickly stuck out my tongue to lick all that masculine hair. Then he lowered me down and turned to Billy. The 
teenaged muscleman held my butt in his hands and once again I used my legs to get a grip around a taut waist. Billy 
flexed his arms and I held onto the large biceps which blasted up in his upper arms. Finally Ron grabbed me around 
the waist from behind and hoisted me up so that I was lying over one of his shoulders. 

"Let's go guys," he said, and started walking up the stairs with me. After all that exercise in the gym he was able to 
carry me up the stairs easily! He walked into a bedroom with George and Billy close behind. There was a kingsized 
bed, and George quickly moved the covers back. Ron placed me in the middle of the bed, then lay down beside me. 
George got on near the head and knelt on the bed, his erection inches from my face. Billy climbed on and I felt his 
prong slide in between my legs from the back. George manuevered closer so that his cock was now within easy 
reach of Ron and me. We started moving our lips along the thick shaft. I licked the pulsing veins while Ron tickled 
the mushroom-shaped head with his tongue. I breathed in deeply to get the musky scent from George's balls, and 
then took his scrotum in my mouth as Ron began to work George's cock down his throat. George moaned and 
squeezed my shoulder in a vise-like grip. While all this was going on, Billy was sliding his rod between my legs, 
rubbing it against my balls and occassionally pressing the head against the crack of my butt. He held me tightly 
around the chest with one arm while the other reached to lightly stroke my prick. I had never been so hard before. 

I pushed myself up and turned around so that I was facing the other way. Both Ron's and Billy's cocks loomed into 
view. I put my hand on Billy's ass to signal him to move in, so that his dripping dick was pressed up against his 
dad's. Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took both cockheads inside it. Gasps came from both studs. 
George lowered himself down and now had his tongue at my butthole. I felt the gentle pressure as he probed around 
my ass. I shifted a little to spread my ass cheeks and relax my asshole, and his tongue slid further in, much to my 
delight. I had to stop the double blow job because I couldn't keep my jaw wide enough to keep both thick cockheads 
inside. So I took turns taking first one cock, then the other into my mouth and slurping down half the length of the 
shaft. I looked up past the writhing muscles of Ron and Billy and saw them kissing intensely.

George left my asshole and brought his mouth to my cock. He took the whole thing in quickly, and I felt his beard 
brushing against my balls. Now it was my turn to gasp as George sucked on my rigid member. His tongue swirled 
around the head of my dick in an expert way that came from years of practice.
The amount of suction he maintained caused my nuts to feel heavy with cum.

Billy broke off his embrace of Ron, slid off the bed, then came around next to George. Billy took George's erection 
in his mouth and the meaty tool was quickly slick with spit as Billy bent over his grandfather's crotch. 

Ron pulled his dick from me, stood beside the bed and said, " Hold up a second George." The older man let my cock 
drop from his mouth and Ron flipped me around onto my other side. Then he came around and positioned himself so 
that he could suck Billy's prick while I resumed blowing him. We had basically formed a square of hot sucking 
energy. I had Ron's cock in my mouth while I felt George milking my tool. George's dick slid in and out of Billy's 
mouth, and Billy's lusty young prick was being serviced by his father. My cock felt like a nightstick I was so 
excited. I had fantasized about Ron before, and now here I was sucking him. But I was also part of an orgy of 
musclemen, three generations of men getting each other off. The slurping sounds of big dicks being sucked on filled 
the room, as did the heavy breathing as we blew each other. At one point I rubbed my cock along George's 
moustache, feeling the silky hairs along the sensitive head. Billy slapped his own tool against Ron's face several 
times with a loud thwacking sound. This was better than any porn movie I had ever seen.

Billy started groaning and moaning and I wasn't surprised that the teen would be the first one to lose his load. "Jerk 
me man, jerk me wild," he called, and Ron left off sucking him and grabbed his son's big cock in his hand. He 
rapidly yanked on Billy's dick as the young man's moans got louder. George and I paused in our suckfest so that we 
could watch Billy cum. Suddenly Billy bucked and spunk rocketed out of his cock. Hot white cum shot up and fell 
back onto all of us as Ron continued pumping Billy's cock, accompanied by the teen's groans of ecstasy.

"Oh yeah, hot stud's going to make me shoot too!" George yelled as he took his tool into his own hands and jerked it 
a few times. Another fountain of jism showered over us as George squirted gobs of cum from his mancock. Billy 
slid over and used his tongue to scoop the last few drops from the tip of George's faintly pulsing dick.

"That leaves us, Bob," Ron said.

"I want to feel you shoot in my mouth," I said. 

"Yeah man, I was hoping you'd say that. And I want to taste your hot cum in my mouth," Ron replied. 

I shifted so that we were in a 69 position, and we started sucking again. Ron used one hand to work my cock along 
with his mouth, while he kneaded my firm butt with the other callused hand. I handled his rocks while taking his 
prick all the way down my throat. I could feel George and Billy as they helped take part. George's beard ran along 
my back while Billy inserted a finger into Ron's asshole. Ron and I kept sucking each other, the waves of pleasure 
growing stronger. I felt Billy's mouth on the back of my neck, his wet kisses intensifying the sensations of Ron's 
blowjob.

Ron's balls were tightening, so I knew that, like me, he was close. George had laid down behind me so that I felt his 
firm hairy chest against my back as he fingered my nipples. And I knew that Ron was feeling the hard smooth body 
of Billy pressing against his back. 

"Mmmph, RRRGHH, RRRRRRRGH!" Ron grunted, and then I felt the first load shoot into my mouth. Hot, salty 
cum flooded my mouth as Ron's balls contracted under my hand.

"UUUUH, UHHHHH!" I was shooting my own load down Ron's throat. He kept sucking and shooting more into 
me. I had already swallowed a lot, but it seemed as if my mouth was going to fill up again. My own orgasm was 
pumping spunk into Ron, and he was handling every drop. Even with all of the pre-cum I had leaked throughout the 
night I was still shooting more scum than I ever did before. Ron's blasts quieted down, and I slowly gulped down the 
third mouthful of his seed. 

I flopped onto my back, exhausted. Both Ron and Billy moved so that all four of us were laying the same way, arms 
around each other, legs entangled. Ron kissed me and I got a slight taste of my own bittersweet cum from his 
tongue. I turned over and wrapped my arms around George and kissed him too. Then I leaned over Ron's huge 
reclining body to kiss Billy. I noticed that Billy's cock was hard again already, and I smiled at the quick revival that's 
possible when you're that young.

"Oh man," I said after a while. "When I agreed to work out with Ron tonight I hoped that it might lead to sex with 
one hot man, but I never dreamed it would lead to three sexy men!"

"Now that we know about you, we won't let Ron hog you to himself anymore," Billy said.

"That's right," George said. "You'll have to take a day off now and again and work out with us in the morning."

"As long as he comes back here at night," Ron said.

"Don't worry, I've got three very good reasons to show up here," I said with a smile.