Horst laughed. "Go ahead, Ryan; Carter and me, we'll make sure nobody stops you two fags."
"That's one fag and his straight man," I corrected Horst. "Right now Ryan's figuring he can close his eyes and imagine I'm a girl. But he's wrong, 'cuz I'm going to talk him all the way through it."
"Okay," said Ryan. "I gotta see how you're going to talk with your mouth full of 5 hard inches."
"You're only 5?" I asked at the same time Carter blurted, "You're SHORTER than me?"
Ryan nodded to us and proudly declared, "My size work just fine; never had any complaints. Why should I lie?"
"Heck, I can talk around that and your balls, too," I promised. "Now stand up on that bench so I can reach you easier."
With most of the gym class watching, I felt obliged to put on quite a show.
I began by slowly stroking Ryan's hard, broad chest, murmuring "nice pecs" and licking his nipples until they were as hard as pebbles and he began reaching for his twitching cock. "NUH-uh," I growled, slapping his wrists as the other guys laughed, "that's MY territory. If you have to do something with your hands, you can feel me up."
I was more than a little surprised when he accepted my offer and began massaging my shoulders, quite competently. With the feel of Ryan's big hands on my skin, my own half-hard-on reacted happily.
Then I rubbed his rock-hard buttocks and told him, "Nice ass. Somebody ought to fuck it sometime," That brought another laugh from the crowd, but as I bent down to engulf his growing cock, Ryan's shoulder massage continued.
"You like that?" I asked, talking as promised with my mouth half full
"Yeah," he breathed, and then surprised me again by asking, "Can you really eat my nuts, too?"
"Sure," I said, and suited the action to my word.
I could now see a lot of bulges in the other guys's groins, and a few were openly stroking themselves. "Be right back," I told Ryan, and then stood to address the crowd as I briefly rubbed my own dick and bounced my balls. "Anybody who wants to cum on me instead of the floor, or inside his pants, step up and point your weapon at me--please!"
As I bent back to my mouth-work, there was some shuffling behind me and I could tell that I'd found a few takers. Ryan was now groaning quietly and repeatedly. I expanded his stimulation by rubbing one hand over his washboard 6-pack, and his groans became louder and faster.
Experimentally, I stuck a long finger up Ryan's asshole and found that he was built small there, too, so that I could easily massage his prostate. Unless one of his girlfriends knew that secret, he was definitely about to cum harder than he ever had before.
In fact, about a minute later Ryan's hands tightened painfully on my shoulders as he started spurting down my throat like an opened faucet, gasping "Oh, oh! Oh! OHH!" until he was nearly screaming. His obvious joy pushed me over the edge, and I came in my hand as several more streams of cum began hitting my back and buttocks.
I stood and held my cum-filled hand a few inches from Ryan's chin. "Your spunk tastes great," I told him. "Want to taste mine before we hit the showers?"