Pumping Iron
by StarbearerTM     More by this Writer
An ordinary workout between two sexy saiyajins.

Author's Notes : Based on an image prompt presented by Lord Truhan. The picture was done by P.L.Nunn

They called it pumping iron, Trunks thought. Wrapping his hand around a long thick rod with weights on either end. He could think of something ELSE he wanted to wrap his hand around however.

Maybe it was because of the sweating body sitting on a bench a few feet away from him. That thin sheen of viscous liquid clung to Gohan’s angles like a second skin. He didn’t need the oil that most body builders smeared on their bare flesh to appear sexy. No, he exuded it from every pore, or at least he did according to Trunks.

He could hear the minute grunts exuding from between Gohan’s lips during each rep of a set of 15 bicep curls. Still focused on his own leg lifts the lavender haired saiyan heard the dark haired one’s weights clink down in the rack before he asked, “Trunks could you spot me?”

Spot him. No, that didn’t mean a long stroke of a weeping member whose essence dripped down to make small blotches on spandex. He had to stand behind and grab that bench press bar to make sure it would not crash down on Gohan’s glorious chest if he failed. Was it so dirty to imagine that he was sitting on that press up bench on Gohan’s crotch feeling the rise and fall of his package each time the dark haired half saiyan pressed 1000 pounds?

Visibly breaking out of a hot dirty fantasy, Trunks spun his head to the source of the words and chuckled, “Sure Gohan… I’ll be right there.”

Reluctantly he shook off the rest of the images in order to focus on the sight immediately before him. Weights clinked in the rack as Trunks set them down. He then rose from the bench on which he sat and crossed the small distance to stand behind the rods of the bench press machine. Already Gohan lay back on the black leather padded bench unfolding that glorious chest, abs and pelvis, saying, “Thanks Trunks…”

“You’re welcome,” mumbled Trunks, gripping the bar so his hands were just touching the ends of Gohan’s. There he could watch the rippling pecs sorting themselves out at the first great inhalation just after he shifted the bar into Gohan’s grip.

Inhaling deeply, Trunks found it more difficult to take the tension. Watching Gohan’s bench pressing was as addictive as any drug. Waiting until his pants were the tightest, he then grasped the bar after the latest set.

“I’m done,” Gohan whispered, looking up at the lavender haired man.

“You are. Time for another exercise,” Trunks said, mischievously licking his lips. Gohan sat up, accepting the towel his lover passed him.

“And what is that exactly?” Gohan asked, smiling innocently at the other demi saiyan.

Running a hand along the sheen of sweat on Gohan’s muscular shoulder, Trunks then lifted the finger to his mouth. He sucked on it lightly. “Delicious…”

Gohan watched with dark eyes as his training partner then straddled the bench in front of him. Taking Gohan’s hand, he placed the fingers into his mouth. Lightly he sucked on them until Gohan’s eyes fluttered shut and a small moan escaped his throat.

“Ahhh…”

Before Trunks could blink, Gohan scooped him up dragged him onto the exercise mat, and pinned him down. Solid thighs bracketed Trunks muscular hips. The weight of the dark haired demi saiyan deliciously bore down on him. Both their bulging crotches rubbed against each other. Within inches of Trunks face Gohan bobbed his saying, “What took you so long?”

“I was admiring the view of your body gathering sweat. It’s what I call foreplay,” Trunks chuckled, reaching up to cup Gohan’s cheek.

Grinning, Gohan got off him long enough to drag down Trunks shorts. The lavender haired demi saiyan caught hold of his partner’s and both pairs of spandex landed on one of the exercise benches. Pressing him underneath, Trunks began to lick and suck the sweat off Gohan’s body as if it was a delicacy. Gohan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head writhing in bliss from the tongue swipes.

Once Trunks reached his erect cock, he swiped his tongue underneath the length while rubbing the balls beneath it. Every inch of Gohan was muscular perfection. Gohan laced fingers into Trunks shoulder length hair and guided him. Into a hot wet space, Gohan’s cock slid like a dream as Trunks began to suck and lick. Gohan then lifted the other man’s hips so his cock bobbed in his own face. Then he swiped his tongue along Trunks magnificent saiyanhood.

Up and down rose Gohan’s hips in time to Trunks blowjob. Until bright lights sparkled in front of Gohan’s vision and he screamed hard around Trunks erection as he came. Every drop slid down Trunks’ throat that received him. At the same time, Gohan sucked down the exploding stream of salty goodness

the other released in a shivering peak. Both bodies shuddered in the force of the dual orgasm. They collapsed lying alongside each other, recovering from the incredible rush of the afterglow.

Gohan licked his lips, looking down at Trunks near his crotch as he saw the other’s lavender hair in front of him. Both of them smirked at each other.

“That was the best workout yet,” Trunks commented.

“Agreed,” Gohan chuckled.

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