Stallions
by 2NN
This story is not for minors or people who are offended by sexually explicit
stories.
Prologue
Mark had been going to the same gym for about three months when he met Dave.
Mark was into bodybuilding and loved to see his muscles flex in the mirrors. At
six foot two inches, with brown hair and brown eyes and a very muscular and very
tan body, he was the envy of most of the others at the gym, but he couldn't help
feeling envious when he laid eyes on Dave in the mirror. Dave was easily six
foot seven and so muscular it made Mark seem puny in comparison. With blonde
hair, blue eyes and a killer smile he made a lot people turn their heads, both
male and female.
Mark was one of them. Not only was he envious of the more muscular man, he also
lusted after him. Although he had always known that he was a homosexual, Mark
nonetheless still lived in the closet at age twenty-four. He had had a few
random one-night stands, but no lasting relationships. He lived alone and had no
friends. At night he would fantasize about all the beautiful bodies he saw at
the gym and masturbate.
He had left his only living relative, an aunt, a long time ago and the last
thing he had heard about her was a notice in the local newspaper concerning her
funeral. After that he had cancelled his subscription to the paper and thus
severed the last remaining connection to his hometown.
Mark had no special talents. He wasn't very bright and he wasn't very good with
his hands. His strength was his only asset and so he worked as a mover, hauling
closets, washing machines and such all day long. It was boring, not very well
paid and there was a constant stream of employees in and out of the company.
The only thing Mark really cared for was bodybuilding. Not only did he love
watching his own body, he also loved to secretly admire the other's bodies. He
wished he had the courage to come out of the closet and hit on one of the other
guys in the locker room, but so far he had been too shy.
Right now, however, he thought that that might change. The man who had just
walked in, Dave, was the most sexy and muscular guy Mark had ever seen. He spent
the rest of his training session stealing glances in his direction, using the
mirrors to avoid being noticed. But apparently he didn't have much success
because he soon saw Dave looking back at him. Mark quickly looked away, but it
was too late. He had been spotted. When Dave left before him, Mark was both
relieved and disappointed. Relieved because now he didn't have to take any
action; he could just go back to hiding as he had been all along. Disappointed
because he had been really attracted to the other man.
But after training, when he had showered and was on his way home, he got a
surprise. Outside the gym, casually waiting on the corner was the man he had so
lusted after. Seeing Mark he walked over to him and addressed him: "Hi there. Is
it just me, or were you eyeing me in there?" His voice was a deep and somehow
sexual rumble. Mark was completely at loss and started stammering some lame
excuse, but the man cut him off: "I'm Dave. Who are you?" Mark's stuttering was
stopped by the direct question and he answered: "My name is Mark. I'm sorry if
I.." Dave cut him off: "Bullshit. You were ogling me and you are not sorry."
Mark's face turned bright red as he thought of an answer, but Dave beat him to
it: "And neither am I." Mark's head jerked up in surprise as Dave continued:
"Let's go somewhere private. How about my place? Let's see where this goes."
Mark was too surprised to object and more than a little turned on by the strong
come-on from Dave. Soon they were sharing a cab on their way to Dave's place.
