Avery is working as a masseur when a cocky alpha boxer comes to him in need of some release. Heavyweight champion Jaequon Darling is too big, too brutish and too sweaty for women, so he lets Avery swing on his meat.
Can Avery satisfy his alpha-male urges?!
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When Avery got a job at the Cornerside Gym of Queens, he assumed it would be like the gym back at GHU, where he had worked after graduating. Moving to New York City sounded like fun, so he sent in his application on a lark.
At the time, he thought he might not even go if he got a job offer. It was just a spur of the moment decision to apply. But when he actually was offered the job, he took it. He didn’t even really know why — this wasn’t the career track he wanted — Avery hoped to open his own business one day. He just thought it was time to make a change, and New York City was big and loud and exciting. For a small-town boy like Avery, it was the shock of a lifetime.
The most important shift for him was that, here in the Big Apple, there were different kinds of gyms. Of course there were different gyms at home too, but only a couple and all of them catered to the same people: everyone. There weren’t enough people to have a gym just for casuals or for older retirees.
Or a gym for men. That’s what this Cornerside Gym in Queens was. It was a serious gym for muscle-rats and boxers and ex-cons. Punching bags and old-fashioned medicine balls abounded. There was a large boxing ring in the center, and the equipment was scattered around nearby. Old ladies recuperating after hip surgery would not come to the Cornerside Gym of Queens.
He tried to avoid staring. He didn’t want to look like a leering pervert, especially when he noticed one boxer, Jaequon Darling, who had a handsome blessing of a face and a sculpted heavyweight body, like a sculpture of onyx carved by some forgotten African civilization. He had dimples you could bathe a giraffe in. Avery’s dick stirred in his pants from the moment he saw Jaequon. He felt flush and giddy like a schoolboy having his first crush, and he blushed the one time he sensed Jaequon’s eyes on him.
He managed to avoid making a scene though. His first day was easy enough, and he was glad to have avoided making a fool of himself. He had managed to avoid staring at Jaequon, who in any case had disappeared in the afternoon. Avery assumed he had left.
He was just about to walk out the front door when a middle-aged black man stopped him.
“Yo, fancy-boy,” said the man. “You wuhk he’e, right? You off now right?” He looked like he used to be a boxer, with a powerful frame, flat ears and a crooked nose. His scruffy beard was tinged with gray, but he was still vibrant in his own way, dippy-dapping like a jazz singer whose song never ended. “C’mon wit’ me,” he said, and walked towards the back without waiting to see if Avery agreed or even understood his stawk-heavy Queens accent. He had such an authoritarian vibe, however, that Avery followed without giving it a second thought. The man stopped outside the door to the sauna and wrinkled his nose. He sneered at it as though he was disgusted by saunas. Then he turned to aim his disdain at Avery. “My boy Jaequonin de’e. He wanna see you.”
“He wanna see me? What for?”
“Don’t asx,” said the man. “Just do it.” He opened the door. Avery hesitated before stripping off his shirt and shoes, then walking in. It was a nice summer day, so Avery had changed to his jogging shorts to go back to his apartment. The sauna was thick with fog, and at first, Avery didn’t see Jaequon at all. His shorts fabric clung to his skin with moisture.
“Yo, Pops, when can I come out?” Jaequon asked when the door was open.
The man slammed the door shut without answering, then yelled from outside. “Latuh, nigga. You got a pound and a half to sweat off. Or whatever, shoot off.” His words came with a throaty chuckle that was part jealous and part judgemental, and it made the meaning of ‘shoot off’ very clear. He wanted Avery to jerk Jaequon off.
The thought made Avery shudder with anticipation.
Jaequon was covered in sweat. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a thick afro but not a tall one. His front tooth was badly chipped. He sucked on the chipped part when he saw Avery. He had crazy dimples, which always did set Avery’s heart a-flutter. Jaeqon’s square jaw and round face went with his superhero-like body, which gleamed with a layer of sweat that ran down his body in the overheated sauna.
“Yo, wuzzup,” he said when his father shut the door. He eyed Avery suspiciously. He filled a cup with water from a bucket, sipped from it — a very tiny sip, cuz he was trying to drop weight before tomorrow’s weigh-in — then poured the rest onto the heating element near the wall of the sauna. It sizzled and sent up a fresh cloud of mist. “You new here, huh?”
At the sauna at the old gym, where Avery used to work, they used juniper and cedar to give the steam a pleasing scent. It was nice, but it was nice for the old ladies sweating off the mimosas. In here, where only men came — big, burly men like Jaequon — Avery appreciated that the only odor was the stink arising from Jaequon’s broad shoulders and thunder-mad thighs.
“Yeah,” Avery said. His heart pounded. He hesitated before sitting next to Jaequon. Avery cleared his throat. “You know I’m not on duty, sorry, I can’t help you with anything to do with the gym-“
“Nah,” Jaequon said. He clicked his tongue again, but didn’t add anything else. A long silence filled the sauna. It was so tense that Avery held his breath until Jaequon spoke again. “So wuzzup?” He stood and faced Avery, revealing a massive cock swaying between his legs. He thwacked it against the palm of his hand. “You wanna jerk me off or what?” He was so tall that his dick lined up with Avery’s forehead, while Avery was sitting down, so when he thwacked it like a club into one palm, it was inches from Avery’s face. A few drops of dicksweat splattered on Avery’s forehead and nose, and the smell of his unwashed ballsac flooded Avery’s nostrils.
“Really… uh, yeah…” Avery said, blushing because he was flustered and thought he sounded stupid. He had thought this was coming, but still managed to be surprised when Jaequon asked it. He swallowed the man’s dick, or at least the first half of it, in one smooth motion. It was slick with sweat and dripping on the floor, still limp and fat, jiggly, warm, intensely salty.
For just a moment, Avery let it rest in his mouth, waiting to see if Jaequon changed his mind. But he didn’t, and Avery slurped on it, battering the tip with his tongue. He pushed his head down to deep-throat the shaft as deep as he could go right now — he needed to loosen up to be at his best.
Then Avery took it out of his mouth, slathered his tongue up and down the shaft, which was already beginning to firm up. Avery liked playing with limp dicks too though, so he roped it around on his face as he chased it with his tongue.
Jaequon moaned loudly. He leaned forward to put his hands on the wall as though he couldn’t keep himself balanced because his cock felt so good. He pounded on the wall with one hand, his powerful biceps shaking.
His dick perked right up in Jaequon’s mouth, his shaft pulsating as it swelled to full erection. Avery slathered spit all the way down to the hairy root. He tried moving his head, but Jaequon held him still and plowed his cock into his face instead. The plump saltiness of his cockhead invaded Avery’s throat, his nose nestling in unkempt pubic hair.
He murmured, and rubbed Avery’s neck with one hand. Jaequon ground his hips into Avery’s mouth. “You like sweaty men, doncha, fancy-boy?”
Avery nodded without taking Jaequon’s dick from his mouth. He looked up and smiled at Jaequon, who frowned as though he hated the dome, even though he kept making sounds like he liked it. Avery caressed the meat of Jaequon’s sweat-soaked pecs.
“Lick my balls den,” he said. He sounded a little guilty, as though a lot of his sex partners had refused to lick his balls. Not Avery, who loved low-hanging ballsacs like Jaequon’s. He slowly licked a trail down Jaequon’s veiny shaft to the sweat-slickened sac beneath.
He put first one ball in his mouth, then the other, and suckled them each in turn. He had huge goose egg-sized balls, throbbing and juicy between Avery’s lips. Since he had been in the sauna for awhile — and was working out intensely before that — he was dripping with sweat. The moisture trickled from Jaequon’s taint and into Avery’s mouth.
Avery loved sweaty men. He loved their sour, bitter taste and the way their flavor overwhelmed his senses. He loved the succulence of their moist muscles. He loved the way Jaequon looked at him as though shocked that someone would be willing to suck on his hairy balls.
“Damn, you must be into sum nasty-ass shit,” Jaequon said with a sneering chuckle. “You swallowin’ it deep, like my sweat makes yo’ dick bigger o’ some shit. Beg me fo’ it, fancy-boy.”
Avery didn’t take Jaequon’s balls out of his mouth for him to talk. He let both balls fall in at once, overflowing from his drooling lips. Then he spoke with that sweaty scrotum spilling over his cheeks, so the only sound that came out was a muffled burst of gibberish.
He made sure that the noise had a begging-like quality, however, so Jaequon knew he was following instructions. Jaequon chuckled, and he pounded on the wall again. He smiled and grunted with satisfaction.
“Why ain’t girls into swallowin’ balls?” Jaequon asked. Avery didn’t answer. He let his tongue flicker into the fleshy scrotum in his mouth. Jaequon lifted his balls up and smiled, dropping them back down with a splash into Avery’s sweat-filled mouth. Jaequon laughed. “I love that, man. Dunno why, but ain’t nothin’ better fo’ me than the sound of my balls splashing into some bitch’s mouth.”
He did the same again a couple times, laughing each time his balls splashed into Avery’s mouth, which filled with more sweat and drool with each passing second. Avery didn’t swallow, or spit, to better allow his mouth to fill. Then Jaequon hesitated, holding his balls right above Avery’s face, so all Avery could see was their thick pendulousness.
“Beg me, fancy-boy.”
“Please, Jaequon, let me slurp on your balls some more. They taste so good,” he said.
Jaequon grunted his satisfaction and plopped them back in one time. “Now gargle,” Jaequon said, gargling himself to demonstrate.
Avery did so, even as he gagged from a pubic hair in his throat the first time. The gagging and the gargling combined to make Jaequon sigh. He felt his left nipple with one hand and pounded on the wall with the other.
“Quit bangin’ on de wall, Jaequon! Niggas tryna work out!” Pops’s voice rang out.
“Shut up, Pops!” Jaequon yelled. As Avery gurgled on his balls even more, Jaequon grunted loudly.
“Donchu tell me to shut up, I can still pound yo’ ass!”
“Try it, motherfucker!”
Pops said something else outside the sauna, but Avery couldn’t hear what it was. He was too focused on Jaequon’s balls. It sounded like these two argued vociferously all the time — it had seemed like workout bravado when Jaequon was actually training, but now Avery thought it was just the way they interacted.
“Yo, Pops, there another whiteboi out there?”
The door opened, but Pops didn’t come in. He sighed. “Nah, nigga, you know that. Whatchoo want wit’ another one anyway? Somethin’ wrong with this one?”
“He swallowin’ on my balls real good, Pops, I just want one on my dick too,” Jaequon said.
Pops paused. “Nah, nigga. You ain’t need that. Just hurry up and bust ya nut,” he said.
“Gimme my phone,” Jaequon said. His voice was a little breathless as though he found this ball-jerking exhilarating. He gave his long shaft a stroke, then let it lay there, pulsating, atop Avery’s face. “I wanna send a video of this to Raitha-“
“No, nigga, no,” Pops said as though they had had this argument before. “She gots a restrainin’ order against you. Why ain’t you got no sense, boy?”
“I ain’t gonna hit her!”
“You ain’t allowed to talk to her, not at all. You definitely can’t send her no pitchahs of yo’ balls, fuckin’ idiot,” Pops said.
“Yeah, say dat to my face, old man!” Jaequon yelled. He was facing away from his father, lifting and lowering his sac onto Avery’s squirming tongue. He smiled down at Avery’s sweat-covered face.
“I just did, muddahfuggah. You’s a gawddamn idiot,” Pops said. “You’re a moron.” Then he shut the door.
Jaequon muttered to no one in particular. “That fuckin’ asshole,” he said over and over. “I’s gonna beat that old man down one day, fancy-boy. You just wait for it.” He bit his lip and felt his nipple again. “You ready to try some cock again?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He took his balls out and rammed his dickhead right in. It was so sudden that Avery’s sweat-filled mouth gagged and spilled the spit that filled it up. That made Jaequon laugh loudly and bang his hand on the wall — this time, he was obviously being as loud as he could to annoy his father.
“Hey, I say keep it down, nigga,” Pops said. He poked his head into the sauna, but even though Avery was facing away, he could tell that Pops was avoiding looking. He might have snuck a peak though, and he scoffed at what he saw. “You nasty, son.”
“Don’t act like you ain’t done it, old man,” Jaequon said. “Yo’ prison bitch came to de house. Remember that? Afronta Momma, beggin’ you-“
“Fuck you!” Pops screamed. He slammed the door shut, still outside the sauna. “You shut ya fool mouf, boy!”
“You stopped cuz yo’ dick don’t wuuhk no mo’!” Jaequon yelled back, loud enough that Pops could hear out in the hall. Jaequon sat down on one of the benches, and took hold of Avery’s head to guide it up and down. “You couldn’t ram any kinda bitch now, old man!”
After a moment, the door opened again. Pops sauntered in. He was naked, floppy club-like cock in his hands. “I’ll show you whose dick works, nigga,” he said with a snarl. Then he wedged his dick between Avery’s asscheeks. “You know what yo’ problem is, nigga?”
“Tell me, old man.”
“You got no respect!” Pops said. He rammed the tip of his dick in to Avery’s ass. It was just as iron-hard as Jaequon’s cock. Pops snarled as he flexed his hips, uncaring of Avery’s feelings. Avery loved being treated as an object, and Pops hadn’t said one word to him since he entered the sauna. “You ain’t even ram dis bitch in de ass, didja, nigga?”
“Dat’s nasty, old man! Dat’s whah’s nasty,” Jaequon said with a scoff. He smiled as Avery gagged on his dick, and Jaequon ground his hips onto Avery’s face. Now that Avery was experiencing a cock in his ass as well, he had trouble maintaining concentration on the dome.
Then they both began shouting at once. The argument only ended when they both leaned forward to punch each other. Since neither was willing to take their cocks out of Avery, it wasn’t much of a fight. Their sweaty bodies clasped each other as they tried to put the other in a headlock. Pops got a good punch in on Jaequon’s face, but Jaequon took it easily and shrugged it off. Jaequon, to his credit, seemed to be holding back, or so Avery surmised — Jaequon had fifty pounds on his father, was twenty years younger and had to be much stronger. But on the other hand, Pops himself was a boxer too in his day, and while he didn’t have the athleticism he used to, he still packed a wallop.
Avery wasn’t even sure what stopped the fight, or who had “won”, if anyone. He focused on the swelling pressure in his ass as Pops pounded his insides, and the sour-sweet flavor of precum flowing down his throat.
“I’m-a tell Momma you rammed a man,” Jaequon muttered.
For a moment, Avery thought another fight was going to break out. Pops actually stopped plowing with his cock all the way in Avery’s ass; he just stayed there, swaying and sneering at his son.
“Go ahead, ya fuuuwckin’ snitch. She knows I done it before, and she know I’s gonna do it again,” Pops said. “If’n I tell her you do it too, she gonna freak out. She gonna make you go to chu’ch-“
Jaequon clicked his tongue against his teeth. “I ain’t ramroddin’ no man,” he said. “Mouf don’t count.”
“You can splain dat to her. She be impressed,” Pops said.
Jaequon muttered defiantly. Despite his tone, it was clear that Pops had won this debate — Jaequon apparently didn’t want his mother to know what he was doing.
“You gonna snitch on yo’ father or not? Whatchoo say, nigga?”
“I said quit slappin’ yo’ oldman balls on his ass, nigga, dat sound make me wanna frow up,” Jaequon said. “I don’t gangbang bitches no moh.”
“Cuz you can’t get any?”
“Nah! Fuck you, old man, I got girls hanging off my meat,” Jaequon said with a wide grin. He moaned as his dick spasmed in Avery’s mouth — it felt like he was near orgasm, close enough that Avery slowed down to drag this out as long as he could.
“Oh, where dey at?” Pops asked. He chuckled as he made a big show of looking all over the sauna for girls, peering under the benches and into every corner.
“I mean… Fuck you, you know what I mean. Raitha dumped me, but I got a waitin’ list, Pops.”
“Like dat fat-ass skank who smelled like a faa’t?”
“No! That was three years ago, and she was ne’euh my guul, Pops! She just a slut who suckt my dick back when I was stickin’ my dick in any waa’m hole,” Jaequon said. “I selective now, muddahfuggah. Dat’s why I don’t do gangbangs.”
Avery’s mind cleared suddenly as Pops pulled out of his ass. Avery gasped around Jaequon’s cock in his throat, and the sudden change triggered Avery’s own orgasm. He sprayed his wad over the floor and moaned; Jaequon didn’t seem to notice, though Avery suspected that Pops did, by the disapproving cluck of his teeth.
It turned out that Pops had pulled out of Avery’s ass to play a prank on his son — he quietly approached with his dick swinging, and then slapped Jaequon in the face when Jaequon’s eyes were closed.
Avery saw just as the aftershocks of his orgasm rocked his body. Jaequon roared and pushed him away.
“Fuckin’ asshole, nigga!”
Pops slapped him across the face, and Jaequon stood up to punch back. Again they exchanged a few blows that Avery couldn’t see because it was above his head. This time, Jaequon was so upset he did remove his cock from Avery’s mouth.
Then Avery moved back down to Jaequon’s cock, which spasmed angrily. It was definitely near orgasm now, and Avery desperately deep-throated it. He caressed the shaft with his tongue, savoring the taste of sweat that now tasted fresh since Avery hadn’t paid attention to Jaequon’s dick for a few moments. That acrid flavor combined with the pit hair stuck to Avery’s lip, overwhelming his senses as he felt both men reach orgasm.
Jaequon moaned as he nutted. He held onto Avery’s head by his hair, and he closed his eyes, feeling up his own nipples. He murmured, “Don’t swallow that yet, lemme see it, baby. I wanna see my cum on yo’ tongue.”
Nut dripping from his mouth because Pops was still plowing and rocking his entire body, Avery tried hard to hold it for him. But Jaequon shot a huge load, and he leaned back, stroking himself for what felt like a long time. Avery strained to keep from spilling the entire load.
Then, just as Jaequon opened his eyes to look, Pops grunted. He smacked Avery’s ass, sending a wave of agony up his spine. It made Avery’s asscheeks ripple though, and Pops grunted his approval of that. Maybe it was that ripple, so like a thick woman’s ass, that triggered Pops’s orgasm.
He let out another grunt, this one intense and moanish, and his yellow-fingered paws dug into the smoothness of Avery’s backside. His grunt turned from a moan to a groan to a growl, accompanied by one more thrust of his waist. That daggered his dick deep into Avery, sending wave after wave of pleasure through both men’s bodies. Avery’s ass squeezed. Pops sucked in his breath and ejaculated a fresh deluge of jizz.
Hot cum flowed into Avery’s guts, and the creaminess of it seeped into Avery’s flesh. Avery cried out for more, not that the other two paid him any mind. His voice was swallowed up by the humid mist of the sauna, which had a physical solidity to it, thickened by the sweat emanating off both men’s naked bodies.
Pop shot a huge load too, just like his son, and he kept sliding his dick in and out, even as it got limp in Avery’s ass. His load turned cummy, coated his cockshaft and dripped onto the floor of the sauna.
“Lemme see dat nut,” Jaequon said. “Ew, you got it all up in dere.” He spat into Avery’s open mouth, then inserted his finger. He pulled out all the cum with one hand, and he looked at his fingers as though someone had made him do that. He sneered in disgust as he smeared the cum all over Avery’s face.
Then he plopped his balls right in Avery’s open mouth. There was a splash as his scrotum was coated in his own cum. He chuckled, lifting his balls up and dropping them back in. His dickshaft gleamed with remnants of all that came before, and his Avery choked up the river of sweat that flowed down his throat, which made Jaequon’s ballsac shine with moisture too. Avery slurped as hard and as loud as he can, and Jaequon’s bullying laugh of derision turned into a shocked, slightly ticklish giggle of desire. His fat cock jiggled above Avery’s head, and when Avery touched it, Jaequon’s whole body twitched.
That prompted him to at last get off Avery’s face. He stood in the center of the sauna with a chagrined look on his face. He swayed his hips, helicoptering his cock in a little circle and beaming like he had invented something. A few drops of sweat or jizz or spit flung off his dickshaft. “Damn, pops. Love dat! He was really slurpin’ on mah nuts, you seen dat, right?”
“Shuddup. You nasty, son,” Pops said. “Dis why Raitha dumpt you. She told yo’ momma it was cuz you stay after her suckin’ yo’ balls.”
“She told Momma dat? Fuckin’ whore!” He screwed up his face. “Ain’t true. Tell Mama it ain’t true.”
“You can’t treat girls like dat, son,” Pops said. “A girl ain’t a sissy.” He rubbed his limp dick clean on Avery’s asscheek, which he again slapped and watched ripple with great interest. That interest turned to disdain, and he stepped away from Avery. Then he put his hand on Jaequon’s asscheek, which he jiggled as they headed to the door out of the sauna. Pops said, “Let’s go weigh you, nigga. If dis whiteboi drained a pound and a half offa you, you can go home.”