My name is Bill. I'm 28 years old and have an average build. I work in an office, and basically have an average life. Debbie is my girl friend of the past year, but I'm not sure how serious this relationship is. We have fun and love to hang out together, but I'm not sure if she's marriage material. Anyway the past few years as I concentrated on my career I've become less active, started to get soft and put on a few extra pounds. Debbie always took care of herself and worked out, she has a nice body. She has always been after me to get back into shape, to join her gym and workout. So about 6 months ago I joined her gym, started working out, and got back into shape. Like I said I have an average build, I have lost a few pounds, still have a few to go, and I'm starting to get some muscle tone back.
There are a variety of people who work out at the gym. Average people like myself, trying to stay in shape and keep off those extra pounds; several really fat people who are probably there on their doctor's orders but would rather be eating a whole double cheese pizza; a couple of super hot chicks with the perfect bodies, who won't give you the time of day; and the muscle heads. The guys who spend 4 or 5 hours a day, every day, in the gym, with muscles on muscles. Always lifting the big weights, always admiring themselves in the mirrors, not a single ounce of fat on their bodies.
It was a Friday afternoon, I tried to call Debbie to see if she had any plans for the evening. I couldn't get a hold of her, and since I was behind in my work I decided to work a couple of extra hours. About 7:30 I was pretty well burnt out and headed for home. Halfway home I decided to head to the gym for a workout. I haven't been there in a couple of days and figured now would be a good time. Late Friday evening probably not a lot of people there, so there would be no waiting for the machines. I got there, changed into shorts and a tee shirt and proceeded with my workout. I do the machines first, then end up with 30 minutes of cardio on the treadmill. While on the treadmill I noticed that just about everyone was gone, except these 3 muscle heads, Phil, Bruce and Todd. The 3 of them were over with the free weights, lifting huge amounts, admiring themselves, the usual muscle head routine. I've never talked to them, as I wasn't in their class. Apparently they all had entered multiple body building competitions, and had won a variety of trophies, which were on display in the gym's lobby.
I watched these guys for a bit while running on the treadmill. When I finished up I headed to the locker room to shower and change. After the shower I wrapped a towel around my waist and went back to my locker. The locker room appeared to be empty. As I opened my locker one of the muscle heads came around the corner.
"Hey whats going on dude?" It was Bruce. He stood there next to me, all sweaty, in a little pair of shorts and a muscle shirt.
"Whats going on tonight?" he asks. This caught me by surprise, these guys have never talked to me. Why now?
"Nothing." I replied.
"Want some action tonight?"
"What?" I just wanted to get dressed and get out of there.
"Wanna suck some cock tonight?" he asked.
"Get lost." I said turning towards my locker. I needed to get dressed and out of there in a hurry. Bruce slammed my locker shut, and suddenly his 2 buddies were behind me. They each grabbed one of my arms and held me in front of Bruce.
"I saw how you were looking at us, I know you want to suck our cocks, so start sucking."
"Leave me alone you pigs." I replied. Bruce then slaps me in the face pretty hard. That stung pretty good, my cheek starting burning. I think I tasted some blood in my mouth.
"Leave me alone, let me go." I struggled to get free, but Phil and Todd held me tight.
