Third set of twenty reps, let�s burn it out. Fuck, my triceps are killin� me.
This, then a few more crunches, fifty or so and then I�ll be done. Jon was in the workout room of a hotel.
The equipment was limited, but he made do. It was rainin� like hell outside, so he couldn�t run today. He�d make it a point to run tomorrow.
He finished his set of stomach crunches, doing them with his legs raised, holding a twenty pound dumbbell across his chest.
�AACCHHH!� he let out a last effort, then lay back. He heard the door swing open with a low squeak as David walks in.
�Oh, so glad you could join us today,� Jon said sarcastically.
�We�re not all early risers like you, man,� David said. Jon moved the weight to the floor and sat up. He wiped the sweat from his face with a hotel towel.
He�d removed his shirt a long time ago, it was soaked in sweat. He sat on the floor in his shorts and running shoes. David picked up a fifteen pound weight and sat down on a bench.
He began to warm up with bicep curls. Jon looked over at him as he leaned back on his hands on the floor, his legs straight out in front of him.
David had on a sleeveless t-shirt, the muscles in his arm flexing, bulging as he curled his hand back and forth with the weight. Jon�s muscles were quivering with exertion. He closed his eyes and let his head drop back.
David glanced over at Jon and had to do a double take. Ever since he�d had an encounter with him and Richie in the swimming pool of a hotel a few weeks ago, he�d not been able to keep his mind from running away with him as he looked at either man.
Jon�s muscles were ripped through his skin, each one rippled as he moved. And Jon sitting there prone on the floor with his face to the ceiling, his dripping hair hanging down behind him, David wanted to jump up and straddle him, cover his face with his mouth.
Jon lifted his head and opened his eyes, feeling David�s stare.
�What are you lookin� at?� Jon said, smiling crookedly. He threw the towel at David. David dodged it and kept lifting the iron.
�Nothin�, nothin� at all,� David said, slightly embarrassed, he shifted the weight to his other hand and began pumping the weight up and down. Jon watched the motion, his eyes moving up and down. On an upswing, he let his eyes keep moving until they came to rest on David�s. He held David�s gaze for three or four repetitions.
�So Davey, have you ever done it in a weight room?� Jon asked slyly. He and Richie played this game all the time to overcome the boredom of being on the road.
�Uh, no, I�ve never had the opportunity to do that,� David said awkwardly. His initiation into this game was in the hotel pool, and then, it was only because he�d interrupted Jon and Richie.
Jon stood up and walked to the bench, there was barely enough room for both men. He straddled it and scooted up to David.
�So, if you had the chance, would you?� Jon asked in a low voice, his finger running along the side of David�s thigh. A shiver ran up David�s spine. Well so much for a fuckin� workout he thought as he smiled back and Jon.
�I think I would. Yes. I think I would,� he said as he put the weight down and rested his elbows on his knees. Jon looked into his eyes.
�I dare you to blow me in this weight room, Davey,� Jon slid his hand over David�s thigh and squeezed his hardening cock.
David didn�t hestitate. He�d been wondering when his chance to repay Jon for the best blow job he�d ever gotten would come. He swung his leg over the bench and scooted down all the way to the end.
Jon lay back on the incline and put his arms over his head, bracing himself on the rack. David reached and pulled Jon�s shorts down in the front, letting his rock hardness fall forward.
He leaned down and took it in his mouth, knowing exactly what to do to make Jon squirm on the bench. Jon felt a hot streak through his scrotum, up through his cock and deep in his belly. David closed his lips tight, increasing the pressure, tasting Jon�s precum mixed with the musky scent of Jon�s sweat, letting more of the hot hardness enter his mouth, deeper into his throat.
Jon�s cock rubbed the back of his throat, causing him to gag slightly. He let the sensation pass and then opened his throat a little more, letting the heat slide deeper.
Jon had his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open, his head pressing back on the raised part of the bench, breathing hard as his hips began to grind, the bench now becoming slick with his sweat.
David clenched his teeth a little, letting them scrape over the tender flesh, pulling a little when he reached the head, then letting it slide back in.
Jon grunted, his orgasm beginning to rack his body, he thrust his hips up hard, his come shooting to the back of David�s mouth in hot spurts.
�Oh fuckin� God,� Jon exhaled deeply. The door opened and Jon quickly let go of the bench frame and pulled up his shorts. David sat up wiping his mouth.
�Aha!� Richie exclaimed and pointed at them, �Caught ya playin� Chicken without me,� he said laughing. Jon started laughing.
�Get up earlier and you can play too,� Jon said.
�Well, I see I�ll have to wait until next time,� he gave them both an impish grin, letting them know they had something to look forward to in the near future.