This adult tale of guys who meet in a gym is in
the Workout series but for once starts with two men
hitting it off right away and only after they've been to
bed do we get the insecurity emerging. Max is twenties,
lively and fit; Hugh is forty-four and works out but feels
the loss of his youth. Hugh's had plenty of short-term
partners in the past but is interested in Max for more than
just his body. Max however doesn't see what a mature
confident man would want to date him for; he's only a
waiter.
The body core - chest, abdomen, back, upper legs - supports
all the other muscles and requires special CORE TRAINING
exercises. While Max and Hugh work out together they also
chat and decide that they can give a longer relationship a
try. Max however has a prejudiced father who's plagued with
alcoholism and he can't afford to move out. He has a girl
pal but all the guys his age just think of clothes and
clubbing, while Max is into classical music. Hugh seems
perfect - or is he? And is seeing him worth all the
trouble at home?
CORE TRAINING plays up to the promiscuous stereotype and
shows why in the end it may not be a good idea. Andrew Grey
has written several books for fans of gay romance including
some set in Amish country and fantasies.
Hugh Douglas isn’t thrilled about reaching his fortieth
birthday. But he gets an unexpected present when a waiter
he knows, Max Pierce, flirts hard with him at the gym. They
end up going home together and having the hottest sex Hugh
can remember… and Max even wants to stick around afterward.
Starting a romance won’t be easy. Hugh can't help but feel
his age compared to the much younger Max, even though Max
makes Hugh feel rejuvenated. Max is dealing with daily
doses of abuse from his alcoholic father, but Hugh can
offer support from his own life experience. If they can
help each other, it just might be enough to make a life
together work.
Excerpt
"Happy birthday," the little blonde girl said perkily
from behind the counter after scanning his membership card.
"Thanks," Hugh responded, with absolutely no enthusiasm
whatsoever. He gave her the best smile he could muster and
moped his way toward the locker room, the noise, the
banging, the grunting, the damn bouncy music that drove them
all crazy, all of it adding to his sour mood. "Excuse you!"
Hugh growled as a man hurried out of the locker room, nearly
bumping into him.
"Sorry," the man replied, looking Hugh over from head to
toe like he was deciding if he was going to give him shit.
He must have decided that at six–four and big as hell,
Hugh wasn't someone the musclehead wanted to mess with.
Lumbering into the locker room, Hugh plopped his bag on one
of the benches and began tearing open lockers, trying to
find an empty one.
"What crawled up your butt?" Dan opened the locker
behind him, and of course it was empty.
"Nothing," Hugh huffed, and he willed his mood to
lighten. His friends didn't need to pay just because it
happened to be his birthday... alone yet again. Granted, it
was his own fault. He'd spent his entire life going from man
to man. "It's fucked getting old."
"Quit your whining," Dan scolded lightly as he pulled
off his shirt, "I'm older than you are. And it's all a state
of mind, anyway."
Hugh half watched as Dan lowered his pants. "Then I'm
eighty."
"Hey, Birdgazers!" Lonnie called as he walked in, taking
the locker next to Hugh. "You look like shit, man."
"It's his birthday," Dan teased with a little too much glee.
Lonnie smacked Dan's bare ass, the slap resounding
through the room. "You were moaning like a cheap whore about
your birthday a few months ago."
Dan glared at Lonnie as he rubbed his butt, pulling on
his underwear and shorts. "You'll pay for that."
Lonnie shot him an "ooh, I'm so scared" grin and
finished changing. "You gonna work out with us or be a pussy
all your life?"
Hugh looked at Lonnie, trying to see if he was serious.
He was about to respond when a kid walked into their bay of
lockers and undid his lock, and Hugh found his gaze pulled
to the blond–headed wisp of a man who looked like a
stiff breeze would blow him away.
"Hey, you listening to me or looking at dick?" Lonnie
would say anything, and Hugh almost retorted, but it would
only draw more attention to the fact that he was indeed
looking at the young bit of eye candy instead of paying
attention to what was being said.
Hugh forced his eyes away from the smooth back that
appeared when the little man slipped off his shirt. God, he
was young–cute as hell, but way too young for Hugh. "I
don't think I'm going to be very good company."
"Okay, we'll see you out there."
Lonnie ignored him and shut his locker, waited for Dan,
and the two left. With the room quiet, Hugh found his
attention drawn to the small man, who was tugging on a fresh
T–shirt. Pulling his attention to where it should be,
Hugh closed his locker and followed the small man out to the
weight floor, enjoying the bouncing globes in front of him
the entire time.
Hugh walked as far as the stairs to the mezzanine and
stopped. He really didn't feel like lifting, and he didn't
feel like cardio. After a few seconds, a blur passed in
front of him and up the stairs. Focusing his eyes, he saw
that tiny, tight butt and followed it upstairs. What the
fuck, at least he could enjoy the scenery.
Ascending the stairs, he found an elliptical machine,
climbed on, and started moving, his mind going on autopilot,
his attention turning inward. Hugh was always like
this–he'd start his cardio workout and let his
thoughts take over, the noise fade, and the time fly.
"Your friend is a real ass." A soft voice cut through
his thoughts, and the sounds of the gym assaulted him again.
Looking at the machine next to him, he saw the man from the
locker room looking back at him.
"That's just Lonnie; he has a mouth on him like no one
else." Hugh got a good look at the man's face for the first
time. "Don't I know you?" Then it hit him; he did know him,
if he could only remember the kid's name. "Max."
The blond man smiled. "Yes, Max Pierce. You come into
The Grill a few nights a week, but I don't know your name."
Max looked a little embarrassed, but there was no need to
be. It wasn't as though they'd been formally introduced.
"I'm Hugh Douglas." He returned the man's smile. "I
haven't seen you here before."
"This is my first day." He indicated the woman working
out next to him, and she smiled at Hugh briefly before
stopping her machine. "Lila dragged me here."
"I'm going downstairs, Max. I'll see you tomorrow at
work." She touched his shoulder before leaving.
"Are you going to join?" Hugh asked, making conversation.
He seemed to be thinking about it. "Will that mean I'll
be able to look like you?" Max's smile was huge, and Hugh
wasn't sure, but he thought the kid was flirting with him.
"Because if it does," Max went on, "I'll join up today."
Yup, the kid was definitely flirting. "I don't know
about that, but you already look just fine to me." Hell, the
kid looked more than fine, and he imagined how good it would
feel to bury himself in that tight little body. And fuck a
duck, if the kid could flirt, why couldn't he? Besides if
he'd been a girl, the little thing would have been batting
his eyelashes and swaying his hips. As it was, Max's smile
was enough to get him going, let alone the rest of the
small, hot package.
"I am not," Max argued, but Hugh could tell he was being
playful. "I'm skinny and small, not all strong and, if you
won't punch me out for saying so, freakin' huge like you."
Max's eyes went appropriately wide just before those eyes
raked over every inch of him. Hugh could almost feel them
before they zeroed in on his crotch, which had definitely
taken up a now somewhat visible interest. He saw Max lean in
a little closer. "And you're big all over." That smile
turned wry, and Hugh tugged involuntarily at the collar of
his shirt. Was it getting hot in here or what?
It had been a long time since anyone had looked at him
like he was laid out on an all–you–can–eat
buffet. Well, happy fucking birthday to me. Maybe the day
wasn't going to turn out so bad after all. "You could get
somewhat bigger if you lifted weights."
"I don't think everything could get bigger." Max looked
down again, and Hugh felt his dick jump and throb. "Not that
some things need it." Max's voice seemed to wrap right
around his dick and grab a good, tight hold. Taking a look
at the man again, Hugh took a deep breath and reminded
himself that the kid was probably half his age. And while he
wouldn't turn down a good old–fashioned fuck, Hugh had
to ask himself what this kid could possibly see in him
except the size of the bulge in his shorts.
Hugh heard beeps as buttons were pushed. Max's machine
came to a stop, and the man stepped off. Thank God–Max
had had his fun getting him all riled up, and now that he
was done, Hugh could try to get his dick under control and
finish his workout. Closing his eyes, he tried to get back
in the zone. He had to tell his body that there was no way
the sexy little man was really interested in him anyway; Max
had probably just been having a bit of fun with the old guy.
"Hugh."
He opened his eyes and saw Max standing right in front
of him, leaning on the machine, face just above the display.
"You wanna go back to your place so I can ride you into next
week?"
Hugh's feet stumbled, and he nearly fell backward before
regaining his balance and bringing the machine to a stop.
"You serious?"
Max inclined his head once as he stepped off to the
side, glaring straight at Hugh's crotch. There was no
mistaking what that meant. "You're damn right." Max stepped
close enough that Hugh could smell his breath. "So let's
shower and get out of here. The sooner we're at your place,
the sooner I can ride you like the stallion you are." With
that final invitation, Max turned and walked down the
stairs, looking over his shoulder, giving Hugh one last
smoldering look before disappearing around the bend in the
staircase.
He didn't have to be asked twice. Grabbing a paper towel
from the dispenser, he wiped down the machine before
hurrying down the stairs and into the locker room. Racing to
his locker, he carefully stripped down–it wasn't
seemly to be seen sporting wood–wrapped a towel
tightly around his waist to hold everything in place, and
made a beeline for the showers.
After what had to be one of the fastest showers in
history, Hugh returned to the locker room, where Max was
already dressing. He knew he was being watched, and since no
one was around, he dropped the towel, giving Max a bit of a
show before pulling on his briefs, adjusting himself
properly, and then putting on his pants and shirt. He knew
he saw Max swallow as Max watched him, and Hugh smiled to
himself as he finished dressing.
In five minutes flat, he was dressed, packed up, and
heading out toward the front door, where Max was waiting for
him.
"Do you live close?"
"Just a few blocks," Hugh answered as he watched Max
lick his lips invitingly.
"I'll follow you, then."
Without any more preamble, Hugh left the club, briskly
walking across the lot to his red Mustang convertible. He
saw Max get into his car, and after pulling out, led the way
home.
Hugh half expected Max to be playing some sort of joke
on him, but the young man pulled up right behind him as Hugh
parked his car on the street in front of his house. Getting
out, he led the way up the walk and unlocked the door. He
could feel Max's gaze on him, and Jesus Christ, it made him
feel good. He might be twice the man's age, but there was no
disguising the naked desire in Max's eyes. It felt damn good
to be wanted like that, even if it was just for a quick fuck
and maybe a snuggle for a few minutes afterward.
Walking inside, he dropped his bag near the door.
Turning around, he found Max right behind him. The door
closed with a thunk that vibrated through the floor, and
then Max was trying to climb him. Leaning forward, he took
the little spitfire's mouth in a kiss and found his tongue
sucked hard as Max did his best imitation of a vacuum
cleaner. It felt as though the man was trying to suck his
brains out through his mouth. And that small body vibrated
against him as arms wrapped around his neck. Straightening
up, Hugh lifted Max off his feet as Max's short legs wrapped
around Hugh's waist, ankles feeling as though they locked
together, and Hugh began to walk both of them toward the
bedroom.
He could barely see. Thank God he knew his way around
the house, because Max's lips never separated from Hugh's,
and he could feel Max's arousal against his stomach. The
man's body might have been small, but not everything was
proportional, that was for fucking sure.
In the bedroom, he laid Max on his back. Max's arms
unwound from around his neck, and fingers began tugging at
the hem of his shirt. When their lips separated so they
could get Hugh's shirt over his head, Max's lips latched
onto a nipple, teeth scraping along his skin, just enough to
send a zing down his spine. Dropping the shirt on the floor,
Hugh palmed Max's head, hissing softly as those lips and
tongue worked magic on his skin.
Tugging gently, Hugh pulled Max's shirt over his head
and brought their lips together again, holding Max firmly
against him, chests pressed together. Hugh felt Max struggle
a little, and he pulled away, looking down into the smaller
man's eyes. "Maybe I should have you on top," Hugh
commented, and Max took that as an invitation. In no time,
Hugh found himself on his back on the bed, Max straddling
him, and a hot tongue lapping against his skin as warm
fingers worked their way into his pants. "Jesus." Hugh's
eyes widened as Max's fingers wound around his length,
gripping him hard, and he was still in his pants. But not
for long–those fingers slipped away, his pants parted,
and Max returned, pulling him free, gripping him tightly.
Hugh had to give Max credit. Hell, more than
credit–the kid was a master. Max had him writhing on
the mattress like a first–time teenager.
Max stepped off the bed, tugging down Hugh's pants
before pulling them off. "Fuck, you are big everywhere," Max
commented softly, eyes wide, pink tongue licking his lips.
"Get yourself naked too."
Max didn't have to be told twice. Shoes thunked on the
floor, and briefs slid down short, slender legs. Naked, Max
stared at Hugh for a few seconds and then jumped, landing on
top of him, and Hugh found his arms filled with a bouncing,
wriggling, live–wire of a man whose lips, hands, and
body all combined to get Hugh's motor running in a way he'd
never experienced before. Everywhere Max touched came alive.
Max's tongue licked a line up his chest, and Hugh could have
sworn he felt the skin almost burn, it was so sensitive. And
when Max did it again, Hugh thought he was about ready to
come right then and there. It was only sheer force of will
and an overwhelming desire to bury himself in that intense,
tight body that kept him from going over the edge.
"Damn, you even taste good," Max murmured as lips and
tongue trailed down Hugh's chest and stomach. Hugh watched
that pink tongue dart out, barely touching his crown, and
his dick jumped as though it just had to get closer to Max.
"Damn good." Max went in for another taste, and this time
his lips slipped over the head, and Hugh felt that tongue do
something that made his head throb.
"If you keep that up, I'm not gonna last very long, and
I want to be inside you," Hugh groaned as Max took him deep
down his throat. "Max!"
The lips slipped away, and Max's huge, expressive eyes
glowed back up at him. "Fuck yeah!" Max moved over him
again, and Hugh reached to the bedside table, retrieving a
bottle of lube and a condom.
"I need to get you ready," Hugh cautioned lightly, as
Max was already reaching for the condom, tearing it open,
and then rolling it down Hugh's length. The bottle of lube
snapped open, and Hugh felt the cool liquid lubricating the
condom. Watching in delighted fascination, he saw Max's
fingers reach around him, and the man's mouth fell open,
eyes glazing over as he prepared himself. Then Max moved
himself into position. "Don't you need more?"
Max sank onto Hugh in one smooth motion, and Hugh felt
the air fly from his lungs and his eyes bulge as he was
completely surrounded by the tightest heat he'd ever
imagined, let alone actually felt in his life, and that was
saying a lot. Max began to move almost immediately, lifting
himself and then sliding down Hugh again. Faster, harder,
the small body picked up the pace, tight butt grinding
against him.
Then without warning, Max slid away, and Hugh's eyes
flew open in surprise. Max said nothing; he just lay on his
back, legs in the air. Hugh didn't have to be told twice
what he wanted. Kneeling on the bed, he pulled Max to him
and slid into that body.
"Yes!" Max practically screamed as Hugh nailed his
prostate on the first shot. After all the men he'd fucked
over the years, Hugh knew his way around, and the surprised
look on Max's face was just what he wanted to see. "That's
it, God, fuck me!"
"You got it, hot stuff." Hugh began thrusting deep and
hard, the bed rocking.
"I won't break, for Christ's sake. Fuck me like you mean
it!" Max punctuated his demand by grabbing the back of
Hugh's legs with his hands and driving them together with
some sort of unintelligible cry.
Hugh began driving into the smaller man. "That what you
want?" He thrust as hard as he dared, the bed jumping
beneath them.
"Shit yeah! Now that's a fuck!" Max began fisting his
cock as Hugh drove hard and deep, Max crying out after each
and every thrust. Hugh saw sweat break on Max's chest,
making the other man's skin glow as the late afternoon sun
shone through the windows.
Leaning forward, Hugh drove as deep as he could, arms
pulling Max to him, their lips crashing together in a
mashing kiss. Bending Max until he was nearly standing on
his head, Hugh thrust deep into that sweet butt, and felt
Max go wild beneath him as the younger man shot ropes on his
chest, neck, and cheek, screaming his release at the top of
his lungs. "Holy Fuck!" The cry triggered Hugh's own climax,
and it slammed into Hugh with the force of a space shot.
Hugh could barely breathe as they both stared at each
other, unmoving, trying to catch the breath that had been
orgasmed out of them. Slowly, feeling and reason returned to
Hugh, and he withdrew from Max's body, helping the smaller
man settle on the bed before taking care of the condom and
retrieving a warm cloth.
Max practically purred as Hugh cleaned him and then
himself before returning the cloth to the bathroom and
rejoining Max on the bed. Hugh half expected Max to get up
and dress, but the younger man curled next to him. "That was
amazing," Max purred, a hand gliding over Hugh's chest. "How
soon before we can do it again?" Max's eyes caught his, and
Hugh saw the expectant look.
There was no way he could do that again soon. Hell, he
doubted he'd be up to doing that again before a nice nap, a
good dinner, and maybe a few vitamin E pills. The
frustration with his birthday that had slipped his mind
returned with a vengeance. There was a time when he'd have
been as ready to go as Max was now, and his mind was
willing, but there was no way his body was going to be up
for it. "Not for a while, I'm afraid." Fuck, he hated those
words, and he hated realizing that they pertained to him.
"Okay," Max replied, and he shifted on the bed. Hugh
figured that was the kiss of death and that Max would leave,
but the other man's weight resettled on the bed. "I'll wait."
Max's hot little body snuggled close, and Hugh could
already feel the younger man's awakened arousal. Hugh
couldn't stifle the groan of frustration. He wanted to be
young again, to have his life ahead of him. Instead, the
most energetic and thrilling years seemed to be behind him,
and what did he have to show for it? A string of men he'd
fucked and an empty house he shared with no one–in
other words, an empty life. And it was no one's fault but
his own.
He felt Max's long erection glide against his hip. "We
may not be able to do that again, but there are other
things." Hugh slid his hand down Max's side and over his hip
before clasping the man's now–throbbing cock in his
fingers.
"Yeah? Like what?" Max's eyes glistened with curiosity
and wonder as Hugh slid his fingers over the steely hardness
covered with soft skin, letting his thumb slide over the head.
"Oh, there's a lot we can do," Hugh hummed softly as he
shifted Max onto his back, spreading those legs wide.
Opening his mouth, he slid his lips over the head of Max's
cock as he used two fingers to tease the skin around his
opening.
"Jesus, yes!" Max began pushing toward him, and Hugh let
his fingers breach the opening, careful not to hurt him.
Hugh was initially reticent about going inside him, but Max
seemed insistent.
"Okay, now slowly fuck my mouth." Hugh took Max deeper,
and he began to move. Whenever Max slid into his mouth, his
fingers withdrew, and when he pulled back, Max fucked
himself deeper on Hugh's fingers. From the sounds and steady
stream of soft curses, Max wasn't sure what to do.
"Want more." Max began moving like he was trying to
figure out how to get his dick sucked and Hugh's fingers
deep into him at the same time.
"Just enjoy them both," Hugh soothed, and then he sucked
hard on Max's long cock, giving the man what he wanted, and
was rewarded with moans and whimpers.
"Gotta... wanna," Max muttered, as he kept moving, head
thrown back, body just writhing between the two sensations.
Rubbing Max's perineum with his thumb, Hugh heard a loud
hiss and then felt Max throb in his mouth before Max's sweet
saltiness burst on his tongue. And fuck if the man didn't
look absolutely beautiful when he came: mouth hanging open,
eyes rolled back, and head tilted slightly like he was
unsure of what was going to happen.
Withdrawing his fingers, Hugh hugged Max to him, kissing
the man as he lowered him to the bed. This time when they
cuddled, Max didn't stir at all. He just curled close, their
heat mixing together. With a slight sigh, Hugh watched Max
begin to drift off to sleep. This was nice, almost too nice,
and Hugh knew he'd better enjoy it, because as soon as Max
woke up, he'd realize the man next to him was too old, and
he probably wouldn't be able to get dressed fast enough.
"Aren't you going to rest?" Max's brown eyes slid open.
"'Cause if you're not, you could always fuck me again."
"God, are you trying to completely wear me out?"
"Come on." Max smiled, resting his head on Hugh's
shoulder. "I was only kidding. I think it was you that wore
me out."
Hugh chuckled, feeling a little less old. "Thanks for
that." He still figured Max would get up and leave at any
minute.
"So, would you like to get something to eat? I'm
starved." Max got off the bed, waiting for him.
"You're not leaving?"
"You want me to leave?"
"No." Hugh answered quickly, maybe too quickly, but he
really didn't want Max to go, which was unusual for him.
"It's just that most guys leave once they've gotten their
rocks off, you know?"
"Well"–Max put his hands on his hips, glaring down
at him around a smile–"I'm not most guys. Besides, I'm
no virgin, and no one has ever blown my mind like that." Max
leaned closer, kissing him, lips pulling gently. "So can we
get dressed and go eat something so we can come back here
and fuck again?"
"Don't you have to work or something?"
"Not till tomorrow, so tonight I'm all yours." Max began
pulling on his clothes, and Hugh got off the bed and began
dressing as well.
"Do you like Middle Eastern food?"
Max nodded and flashed a bright smile as he finished
dressing, and Hugh thought that maybe, just maybe, this was
turning out to be the best birthday he'd had in a long time.
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