No Pain, No Gain

NO PAIN, NO GAIN?
By Jon Curtis
(Stroke.Vol4.No1.1984)

Denny swung off the bus at the stop in front of his gym. He was right on schedule: he’d just have time for a quick workout and shower before Tom closed the place for the night at ten o'clock. If no one else was around, Tom might be persuaded to stretch out on the massage table to get his cock expertly sucked for a few minutes and then jacked off to a fine fucking ejaculation. Tom wasn't any beauty. He wasn't very bright and he didn't swing the biggest piece in town — Denny had had a hundred handsomer dicks — but what Tom had he always shoved up high — under Denny's artful masturbation, as if it was something special to behold, and Denny did get a bang out of seeing Tom's thick load shooting wildly into the air, jet after jet.

At seven o'clock Denny had gone out for a bowl of soup and a cup of coffee. With luck he'd get the rest of his supper menu at the Shaft or the C.O.D. — several helpings of his favorite dessert and at least one really big, hot, juicy piece of man meat. The sweet vanilla sauce he'd lick off Tom's spent cock and muscular belly would only whet his appetite for the feast he might be treated to in one or the other of his favorite make out bars.

Denny had stayed on at the store two hours after the others left, making a few sales and getting the accounts into shipshape order. If the Boss had to let any help go, it wasn't going to be Denny. You had to work for an edge in this tough world. Sometimes you worked a lot and didn't get much but you didn't get anything at all if you hadn't earned it first, unless you were born rich, extra handsome or hung like a stallion.

On the crosstown bus Denny had indulged in his always exciting fantasy of groping that gorgeous thick roll of man meat that Al Parker always showed in his tight jeans . . . of unbuttoning the fly and dragging out that famous fat, dark skinned dick. First sucking it up hard — Parker was a hot man, his spongy dick swelled up fast under Denny's oral caresses — then Parker would lean back and allow Denny to give his pride and joy a long, strenuous jack job, a jack job so wonderful Parker would have to shoot Denny a great big load of his jizm. Oh, Parker would really love being jacked off by an expert.

Obviously the young porn star liked sucking big dicks but he also seemed to like even more jacking them off and making them shoot all over his face and beard. A man like that could really appreciate what another jack off artist like Denny could do with his beautiful dick.

Although Parker was just about the most famous of the porn stars and in film after film he jacked off his partner's big dick for him, very few of the other stars seemed even to think of doing it or of letting some other guy get them off that way. They just hauled out of some mouth or ass and stroked off every load they shot as if that was the only way to do it. Were they each one so proud of his big cock he didn't really want anyone else to touch it or were they all so fucked out they couldn't get off at all except by their own special techniques? Or were they maybe all so unimaginative they couldn't break the dull routine? Didn't they ever notice that in real life any two guys carrying on nearly always finished each other off by hand? It was a loving thing to do and who didn't like to see the other guy suddenly give up his precious cream?

Big hetero stud John Holmes may have fucked a thousand pussies but he sure enjoyed beating off that fantastic hunk of meat of his. Also, in one loop he let a woman jack him off and in his gay feature film he begged Paul Monroe to go on and really jack him off but Monroe had to go and try to suck him off instead — which of course neither he nor anyone else could really do.

Lee Ryder and Ken Hoffman and Scott Taylor and Mark and Rick Donovan all happily masturbated their enormous dicks but how much more satisfying it would be to see them just lie back and let some other suddenly lucky guy go crazy over one of those world's biggest and most beautiful dicks. At the Shaft and the Cock On Demand, every time Denny gave a really big dick one of his crazy but artfully prolonged hand jobs, a big gang gathered around to enjoy it with them. They loved watching while Denny loved doing the honors and the hung stud had himself a ball, showing off how special his cock was and how much heavy action he could take.

A black man who happened to stand right before Denny's eyes on the bus looked like he'd swing a really huge piece of meat but Denny was leery of starting anything with a heavily hung black. It was a pity but so many of them were almost embarrassed about their outsized endowment and didn't want any fuss made over it. All they usually had in mind was fucking a white ass — or just as bad — they finally got around to indicating they wanted Denny to fuck them. It was not only a sad waste of beautiful big man meat, but those big, black rock hard rammers hurt like hell. When he fucked them they usually always insisted on jacking themselves off.

‘The bigger, the better’ didn't apply when it was a matter of getting an exceptionally big tool plunged into one's own dainty bung but it certainly was true when the hung stud got the message and lay back to be jacked off to a grand climax enjoyable to both. Often Denny got off on the sight of the stud shooting his load. 

Going up the stairs to the gym, Denny encountered Edgardo tripping down. "Forget it, Dan," Edgardo trilled with an elegant wave of his stubby hand. "The Nazi's running the place tonight and he's already closing up. He probably won't even let you start a workout. That vicious sadist made me do twenty five lifts on the Number Six machine and I ache all over my poor little bod. I may be a slave of love but I resent being a slave to that bully's pleasure. I may complain to the management tomorrow. Ciao — and you go in there, you'll regret it, I promise you."

Denny hesitated then went on up. So it wouldn't be fun and games with Tom. He detested Otto as much as everyone else did but he was already practically on the premises and he did need a shower. Also, one of his chief virtues — or faults? — was the way he just went right on and did whatever he'd decided to do, no matter what. Ignoring complications had occasionally got him into awkward circumstances; more often it had resulted in his capturing and enjoying the favours of the one gorgeously hung stud in the place that everyone was after.

Burly, hairy, muscle-bound Otto was so busy bullying Piper that he didn't notice Denny was in the place until he had already changed and done a whole set on the first leg machine. As Denny mounted the second leg machine Otto happened to glance over that way. He bawled "Hey, you! Hustle your ass, fellow — I'm closin' dis place in fifteen minutes. You hear?" Otto turned back to persecute Piper. "C'mon, pussy, one more. My girlfriend lifts forty pounds on dat machine more times dan you do! So it hurts a little . . . grunt? No pain, no gain. Schwarzenegger always said 'You don't hurt, you ain't workin!’" Then Otto guffawed. He always pretended he was only joking when he bullied the little sissy types. Fortunately the gym management didn't have to use his services often.

Piper grimaced, grunted and managed two more shaky lifts. In Denny's opinion Piper was a natural victim of a bossy type like Otto, a natural bottom, practically a masochist. Pretty as a swimsuit model, nicely built, skimpily hung but always hot to get his sweet ass fucked, Piper was nothing in Denny's life and he was welcome to every bit of that ass action. The trouble was that Pretty Piper went right after any big dick that turned up in the place and nearly always got it.

Now Ugly Otto loomed over Piper like a movie drill sergeant, his hands on his thick hips, grinning and sneering down at Piper's weak third attempt at a raise. "So my girlfriend's a better man dan you are, Piper. But I gotta admit you're prettier dan she is. Haw! Now de next machine. Schnell!" Otto stood impatiently waiting while Piper unbelted. As Piper wearily trudged over to the Number Seven machine, the first biceps rig, Otto stared intently at Piper's shapely little ass in its clinging, deliberately teasing, silky panties.

The big phony! Otto always made such a production of being butch and hetero but there he was, eyeballing a hot young ass and practically licking his lips at the prospect of getting into it. And in Otto's own pants, halfway down one thick thigh, the head of the man's erecting cock was poking out the stained fabric of his sweat pants! The guy wasn't wearing a jockstrap and his naked dong, now rousing in lust, had to be enormous! No one had ever reported . . . but then Denny knew that Otto had always shoved everyone else out before he closed the gym and undressed. Otto — a closet case hiding an enormous cock between those thick, muscular thighs, had an outsized tool. In Denny's well trained instant estimation it would be at least ten inches of hot, hard man meat — and probably thick as well. That hefty type usually sported a piece as thick as your arm if it wasn't just a dinky.

If that Nazi did indeed swing something extra special in those filthy old pants, Denny was just the one to get the first good look at it. Piper hadn't noticed that bulge way down Otto's leg or he wouldn't be scowling so resentfully, and making his pretty face ugly. The little flirt would be wiggling like a female rabbit in heat at just the thought of being fucked by a heavy hung brute like Otto. Denny immediately contrived to make so much clatter on the Number Two machine that Otto stomped over to see what had gone wrong. Of course nothing was wrong with the mechanism so Otto stood and yelled at Denny about his sloppy form. He was impelled to hover and make Denny sit right and do the leg lifts excruciatingly slowly, lifting ten pounds more than he had ever before tackled. Denny kept Otto's attention on his fumbling exertions until poor tired Piper had whisked through the rest of his workout and had scurried inside to change, undoubtedly relieved to be free of the Nazi's jocular torture and still totally unaware of the treat his insatiable little ass was going to miss out on. 

Once Denny's competition was out of the way, he managed to speed through his routine fairly respectably without provoking much more censure from Otto but of course still requiring almost constant attention until he heard the shower running. The last thing he wanted was to let Otto go looking for Piper and maybe strip and tease Piper with his big hunk of fuck meat and have him in the shower. However, then Denny realized that the actual very last thing he wanted was to himself be fucked by the horny, monstrously equipped drill master.

What he wanted most was to get Otto's pants off and his own hands on that big German schwanz. The question was, did he want the best so much that he was willing to risk having to go through with the worst? But — no pain, no gain — he was forced to take the chance.

Having arrived at that not-too-happy conclusion, Denny wasted not another second. He stumbled on a presumably untied shoelace and knelt abruptly right at Otto's feet. He messed with the shoe, then raised his head and stopped to stare in amazement and fascination at what he at only that instant suddenly happened to behold, right before his eyes, there in Otto's pants, only a few inches away. The fact was, that the once extraordinarily impressive bulge had, by this point, diminished quite a lot and retreated upward a few inches toward the man's crotch but Denny pretended he saw the same incredible spectacle that he had glimpsed earlier — and of course he couldn't resist raising a hand to feel the bulk of that incredible thing.

Otto had hardly become aware of the impending attack on his manhood before his thick organ was grasped through the cloth of his pants and vigorously squeezed. His sudden retreat a step only meant his cock was tugged at in a very exciting fashion. He gasped in surprise and bellowed "Hey! What you think you doing'?" which provided Denny the few seconds he needed to pull down Otto's pants, exposing the man's hairy thighs and loins and, uh-huh, generously outsized, definitely exceedingly thick, somewhat erected, pale, damp Teutonic pleasure piece. 

Before Otto could recover his breath or retreat further or swat away his admirer, Denny had engulfed the man's entire whole big fat penis in the wet, muscular warmth of his mouth. He was giving it such a delightful oral massage and Otto was so bewildered that he suspended all his macho objections.

Denny worked fast. Otto was so ripe for sex and Denny was so persistent and skilful that the standing man's organ swelled up fast and lengthened mightily in what seemed no time at all. To Denny's mingled delight and dismay his lovely discovery became so huge it threatened to choke him. To stroke off that enormous cock would be divine. However, to be fucked by that thick apparatus would be horrible. Thus — naturally — Denny withdrew his head and applied his hands. Brisk manual excitation wrought even further engorgement and a most alarming state 
of rigidity. It seemed to Denny in his overwhelmed condition that he had seldom, in fact never, in his years of dealing with the biggest ones the town had to offer, beheld, much less handled, 
any cock so gorgeously huge or so damnably hard! To jack it to ejaculation would be a strenuous 
chore but one he was willing to undertake. To be plowed by that massive, stone hard monster 
would be sheer torture for just one minute, much less for the entire hour it would probably take Otto to get off.

"Enough with the hands," Otto growled. "I gotta fuck! On your back on machine three, faggot!" Otto hauled Denny up and onto his feet and shoved him roughly over toward the padded bench. 

"Oh please, Otto," Denny moaned. "It's too big and hard — I couldn't take it that way. Let me get you off my way once first. Then it won't be so hard and you can fuck me without killing me. A big healthy super-hunk like you can always get off more than once. Can't you'?"

Otto snorted indignantly. "I always must come twice — at least twice." He strode to the bench and flopped down on his back with his pants around his knees. Denny tugged them completely off and mounted between Otto's spread thighs to take charge of the great bouncing organ which was offered him to do with as he would. "Both hands, kid," Otto demanded. "We don't waste time with this stuff. Next time, I show you."

Never had Denny so willingly complied with a barked command. He gave Otto's gloriously big dick the royal treatment, using both hands and all his accumulated skill and finesse to keep it rearing up hard and hot, never allowing his own ecstatic ministrations to carry Otto too far. Again and again and again he tormented Otto to the firing point but always desisted just on the brink of climax. They worked together so well that Denny suspected Otto was not quite so determined to get off as fast as his muttered 'Jack that big dick HARD!' and "That's it . . . oh God I gonna shoot . . . Es kommt mir — oh, mein Gott!" et cetera, might suggest. In fact, Denny suspected it was the first time the ugly Nazi's huge tool had ever been treated to a heavy, artful hand job by an adoring slave who enjoyed his work so much he didn't want it to end. 

Otto bucked and writhed wildly but he was holding off a mite too. They both were toiling like Trojans to have all the fun they could — without spoiling the party. At such a pace neither was going to be good for much more action right away, once Otto gave Denny his jizm. Maybe this once Denny was going to get the gain without the pain.

Otto couldn't see Piper peering in at the door but Denny glimpsed him. For an instant he considered inviting Piper in to take care of that second round Otto had bragged about but then Denny became convinced there wouldn't be a second round that night. Meanwhile, if Piper wanted to watch his rival jack off the most magnificent dick in town and make old Otto buck and moan with the almost unendurable pleasure-pain Denny so masterfully inflicted, he was welcome. 

"No pain, no gain, huh, Otto?" he muttered. "OK Otto, see how long you can stand this!" Otto reared and bellowed as Denny carried them both to a simultaneous glorious climax. And Piper was treated to a spectacle the likes of which he wouldn't witness again soon Denny was sure.