Marios Workout

As Kip Hastings pushed the doorbell button, he glanced around at his surroundings. This is some spread, he thought, as he surveyed the carefully landscaped lawn and gardens. Kip turned back to the door and pushed the button again. He could hear the chimes go off in the house and he started fidgeting, impatient to get in and start his work.

At 26, Kip was young for an electrician. Most master electricians were in their thirties but Kip had started his electrical apprenticeship as a teenager. He was extraordinarily gifted in learning and for some reason, electricity fascinated him. His parents had wanted him to go to college and get an engineering degree but Kip decided to get some work experience before he went to school. He loved working in people's homes and hearing his customers praise him for solving their problems.

Inside the house, Mario Lopez lay asleep in the master bedroom. He was stretched out on the bed, the sheets barely covering his body. As the doorbell rang, he turned over on his back, grabbed the sheets, and pulled them up. Mario slowly opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at the clock on the stand next to his bed. Jeez, it's 7:30 in the morning, he thought. Who the hell is bothering me at this hour?

Mario heard the chimes ring again. Sighing, he threw the sheets back and rubbed his face while his head cleared. Since he slept nude, Mario stood up, walked over to his dresser, and put on a robe that barely covered his muscular, athletic physique. Stumbling slightly, he walked out of the bedroom to answer the door.

Kip was irritated that no one answered the door after his second ring. He opened his notebook and pulled out his work order for the residence to check and make sure he had the right address. He looked up at the numbers next to the door and knew he had the right house. He looked back down at the work order again to check the contact instructions. Yep, he was supposed to be there at 7:30 today. Shaking his head slowly, Kip pushed the button again and knocked several times as well.

"Alright, already, I'm coming!" Mario shouted from inside the house. He came down the stairs, unlocked the door, and opened it.

"Yeah?"

Kip paused for several seconds.

"Can I help you?"

"Mr. Lopez?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"I'm . . . . uhhhhhhhh, I'm here to replace your lights, sir."

Mario looked puzzled a moment and then said, "My lights? My lights are fine."

"Uhhhh, I have a work order here to replace some lights with fluorescent lighting, sir. I'm with Valley Electric."

Mario continued to look perplexed a moment and then broke out in a grin. "Oh yeahhhhhh, right! I'm sorry, I forgot. My agent actually called . . . . and I sorta remember him telling me someone would be coming, but I didn't know when. C'mon in, man."

As Lopez invited him in, Kip's face lit up in recognition. "Mmmmmmm, excuse me for asking but aren't you Mario Lopez? The actor?"

Mario laughed and said, "Yeah, that's me. C'mon in."

Kip walked past Mario and into the house. He looked around and was impressed by Lopez's taste in furnishings.

"You like it?" Mario asked, noting Kip's glance.

"Yeah! It's nice, sir. I like trendy furnishings."

Lopez smiled and said, "You don't have to call me sir. How old are you anyway? What's your name?"

Kip turned towards Lopez and said, "I'm 26. My name is Kip Hastings."

"Hell, man, I turn 26 this year! So, I need to be calling you 'sir'!"

Kip laughed. "Nah, that's okay. How about I call you Mr. Lopez and you just call me Kip?"

Lopez thought a moment. "No, how about I call you Kip and you call me Mario? That's easier."

"Thanks, Mister . . uhhhhhhhh, I mean Mario." Kip looked around the hallway. "Mmmmmmmm, what lights do you need replaced?"

"C'mon with me and I'll show you." Mario turned and started walking down the hallway. Smiling broadly, Kip watched Mario walk away and slowly followed him.

Kip had known he was attracted to men since his early teens and was beginning to accept the fact that he was probably gay. At 6', 190 pounds, light blond hair and blue-green eyes, Kip was quite a looker. He exercised regularly and his muscular body had a defined and toned physique.

Kip had had a few experiences with guys but they had never been very fulfilling for him. He was a passionate man and none of the men he had been with had ever really excited him. It seemed all they wanted to do was hop in the sack with him and hop back out again.

When Lopez had opened his door, Kip was surprised and felt an erotic rush inside him. He had watched the hispanic stud for years on TV and thought he had one of the sexiest and hottest bodies in Hollywood. Now, he was getting to see him up close and the thought of being around Lopez made him ecstatic.

Mario walked into his den and waited for Kip to enter.

"This is one room where I need the lights," he said as Kip walked in. "I like fluorescent lighting and this house had very few when I bought it. So, I want to change out the lights in several of the rooms. You think you can handle that?"

"Sure. No problem."

"Good. I'm gonna be working out and doing some other things today so if you need anything, let me know." Mario began to tell Kip where the kitchen was if he got thirsty and where the bathroom was, as well as the general layout of the house.

As Lopez talked, Kip observed him closely. Mario's robe was loose and open at his chest. He could see the ridges of Lopez's muscular pecs and a light covering of black hair. Kip had a strong urge to walk over and rip Mario's robe off but he merely continued to nod while Lopez continued to speak. As Mario's voice droned on, Kip began to look down at the latino's legs. The robe only went down to below his full crotch and the sight of Mario's muscular legs excited him.

" . . . . so don't worry if the phone rings and rings. I don't always answer it." Mario paused a minute. "Kip? You okay?"

Kip looked up quickly and said, "Yeah, sure!"

"Cool! Well, you know what needs replacing, so start wherever you want. Holler if you need me." With a final nod at him, Lopez smiled and walked out of the room.

As Kip looked around the den, he noticed a door in the far corner. He walked over to it, opened it, and turned on the light switch.

The lights came on and revealed a room full of weights and exercise equipment. This must be where he works out, he thought. He walked in and looked around carefully. The walls were covered with mirrors and there were several universal machines as well as free weights scattered around the room. Without the lights, the room was dim as it only had one window.

"I see you found my weight room."

Started, Kip turned around to see Mario smiling and standing in the doorway. He was wearing a white tank top and a pair of grey sweatpants that had been cut off to make shorts. His chest jutted out boldly underneath the shirt and his muscular arms were evidence of strenuous workouts. As Kip glanced at Mario's cock, he noticed a pronounced bulge in the shorts that excited him and made his desire increase.

Kip smiled and cleared his throat. "Man, this is a nice room, Mario. You've got a lot of equipment in here."

Mario walked in the room and looked around. "Thanks. I've always worked out since I was on the wrestling team in high school and now I can work out here, without having to get out and go to a gym. It's a lot more convenient for me, especially when my schedule is so hectic at times. I've got some more equipment on the set at work but I work out here more than there." Lopez paused a moment. "Hey, you can go ahead and start in here if you want. I'm fixin to work out anyway."

As Mario headed for the sink, Kip hesitated a moment and asked, "You sure I won't bother you while you work out?"

"Nah . . . . I won't be in here that long and by the time you're ready to change out the light, I'll be done. I can't do too much today anyway cuz I'm pretty sore from shooting yesterday."

As Mario washed his hands, Kip couldn't keep his eyes off the latin hunk's sexy butt. The sweatshorts were tight around Lopez's muscular cheeks and even outlined the crack in between. Kip closed his eyes and could almost visualize what Lopez's ass looked like naked. When he opened them back up, Mario was drying his hands and then put a few drops of baby oil on them. Kip looked puzzled.

"Why the oil, Mario? Doesn't that make it dangerous to lift weights with a slick grip?"

Lopez dried his hands on a towel and said, "Not if you do it right it won't. I found out a long time ago that if you rub just a few drops of baby oil on your hands and wipe them off, it keeps the moisture in your hands and they won't chap after a workout."

"Cool. I didn't know that." Kip looked up at the light. "Let me shut up and get busy."

He went out to his truck and got his tools and the replacement fixtures. When he returned, he found Mario on one of the weight benches doing bench presses. Kip took his time setting up so he could watch the sexy hispanic work his body.

Up . . . . down . . . . up . . . . down . . . . up . . . . down. Mario pumped the bar 15 times, grunting and exhaling loudly, and then set the bar on the stand. He sat up, glanced over at Kip, and noticed he was watching him. Mario smiled and Kip smiled back at him. He's not a bad lookin guy, Mario thought.

Even though he was straight, Mario had experienced sex with men. Welllll . . . . maybe not sex, he thought. I mean a blowjob ain't like real sex. As he lay back down on the bench, he remembered the time during the filming of "Breaking the Surface" when one of the crew had started giving him a massage and ended up going down on his cock. He closed his eyes as he thought about the pleasant feelings he had and the tremendous orgasm he had experienced. Damn it felt good, Mario thought, and even though it was a man sucking him, he wasn't repulsed by it.

The episode had not repeated itself but ever since it occurred, Mario was becoming more aware that men could arouse him sexually. At times, when he was filming his television series, he would notice that some of the guests and extras on the set were looking . . . . wellllllll . . . . good, so to speak. As he became more aware of these feelings, he began to feel guilty and question his sexuality. He started going out with more women and fucking as many as he could. That made him feel even guiltier because he realized that while he enjoyed the sex, he was not really interested in them and was just using them. Eventually, the guilt feelings went away and Mario decided he had to live with his feelings the best he could.

Kip was starting to get on the ladder when he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that Mario had not started his next set of repetitions. He glanced over at Mario, who was lying on the bench with his hands in his lap. As he watched, he noticed Mario's lips would twitch from time to time and he was breathing deeply as if he were resting or thinking. Quietly, Kip walked over to where Mario lay and looked down at him.

Looking down at the motionless stud, he couldn't help but become aroused. Lopez was lying there quietly, his body on full display. As Kip looked at Mario's full lips, he felt a strong urge to lean down and kiss him. His gaze continued down to Mario's chest. His eyes caressed the smooth tan skin and the valley between Mario's solid pecs that began at the top of his shirt and disappeared, covered by the soft cotton that strained to hold his massive chest. As Kip's eyes went further down the tank top, he noticed the nipples were erect, their points jutting through the shirt.

Kip's cock began to swell as he continued to surveyed the muscular actor. He looked at Mario's crotch and licked his lips slowly. The bulge that was so noticeable earlier was still there and Kip reached out to grab it . . . . stopping before he touched it . . . . aching to feel its hardness. Down and down his eyes went . . . . memorizing every inch of Lopez's muscular legs . . . . until they bent at the knees and dipped to the floor.

Slowly, Mario's eyes opened. It took a moment to register that Kip was standing over him. As he looked in Kip's eyes, a sudden wave of desire began to build in him. Kip's handsome face was drawing him to him and his body suddenly felt weak. He could feel his cock beginning to grow and the faint pangs of guilt began to hammer him. Mario closed his eyes again and tried to stop his rising sexual craving. It was hard and he knew he couldn't look in Kip's eyes again or he'd lose. Suddenly, Mario felt something soft and warm press against his lips. He kept his eyes closed as it continued to press against his lips.

Kip kissed Mario's lips lightly at first. As he pulled away, he looked at Mario. His eyes were shut and he continued to lie motionless on the bench. Sensing no resistance, Kip leaned down again and kissed Mario harder . . . . more urgently . . . . more passionately. As he continued his kissing, he felt Mario's lips open up and surrender to the passionate desire Kip was experiencing.

Kip felt a rush of emotion as he kissed Mario. In all his experiences, he had never felt this much attraction . . . . this much affection . . . . for another man. Mario's acceptance of his kiss opened up the tremendous well of sexual desire Kip had kept bottled up for so long and he rushed forward to engulf his latin god.

As Kip continued to kiss Mario, his hand reached out to touch his chest. Lopez's muscular chest thrilled him and he began to pull the tank top up and run his hand along the latino's stomach. The ripped muscles inflamed Kip's desire and he ran his hands all over Mario's stomach . . . . his pecs . . . . his sides. Breaking his kiss, he reached over, grabbed Mario's shirt, and ripped it open . . . . tearing it until it was torn off . . . . tossing the ruined remains behind him. He quickly leaned down and sucked Mario's right nipple into his mouth . . . . swirling his tongue around the base . . . . biting the tip . . . . careful not to hurt him.

As Kip sucked his nipple in his mouth, Mario felt a burst of pleasure flash through his body. He moaned and arched his chest up, trying to get Kip to take more and more in his mouth. He ran his hands through Kip's hair, overtaken by his desire to pleasure and be pleasured. In doing this, he surrendered his body to Kip, wanting him to touch him . . . . to stroke him . . . . to suck the erotic pleasure out of his soul.

Kip's lust was totally out of control as he took his fill of the actor's sensual body. As he sucked, fondled, and stroked the latino's chest, he reached down to the actor's crotch, searching for the bulge he knew was there. His hand quickly found the shorts encased cock and he squeezed it. It throbbed in his hand and Kip could feel its heat . . . . its desire to be taken.

Pulling his head off Mario's chest, he looked down and saw the actor's cock was straining at the confines of the tight sweatshorts. Kip moved to the end of the bench, put his hands on the short's waistband, and pulled. The shorts came down a little but Mario's muscular butt kept them pinned to the bench. Undaunted, Kip began to pull the shorts down harder and harder. The material strained to move down Mario's hips but within a few seconds, Kip heard a tearing sound as it gave up and ripped open. Kip continued to rip and pull and tear until the rest of Lopez's body was bare. He threw the ruined material away and looked at the lusty prize he sought so fiercely.

Mario was struggling to breathe. His body's nerves were overwhelmed after Kip's onslaught of lust. He felt Kip stop sucking his chest and starting to grab his cock. All of a sudden, to his surprise, he felt Kip trying to pull his shorts down and he lifted his head slightly to watch. He was so out of breath, he couldn't speak, and Kip was so engrossed in getting Mario's shorts off that he wasn't looking anywhere but at his crotch. Mario laid his head back on the bench and tried to catch his breath. As he lay back, he felt his shorts ripping and knew he was helpless to stop Kip's attempt to reach his cock. As the ripping noise stopped, Mario could feel his shorts were gone . . . . his dick hard and throbbing . . . . his cock ready for Kip's pleasure.

Kip exhaled a long breath as he stared at Mario's curly black pubes and the monster that rose straight up from the patch of hair. The latino's uncut cock was thick, long, and throbbing in its hardness. The shaft had smooth dark brown skin and the large pink head was half-covered by its foreskin. Kip feasted his eyes on the sight for several seconds . . . . until his desire for Mario's body overwhelmed him again.

As the studly latino lay helpless on the bench, Kip leaned down, pulled the foreskin back, and licked the head of the succulent mexican meat. He swirled his tongue over the head and began to lick the sides of the actor's 8-inch dick. As he continued to coat the massive road with his tongue, he heard Mario speak for the first time since he had started the emotional rampage on his body.

"Kip . . . .hey man . . . ."

Mario was gasping, trying to speak through the erotic excitement enveloping his body.

"Kip . . . . uhhhhhhhhh . . . .oh mannnnn . . . .wait a minute . . . ."

Not wanting to let go of his precious hispanic god, Kip put his hand on Mario's muscular thighs and took the huge cock all the way down his throat. He let the soft head dwell in his throat for a moment so Mario could feel the incredible pleasure of his cock being in a man's mouth that was hot, wet, and soft.

Mario sat halfway up with a jolt when Kip deep throated his massive cock and screamed. "OH GODDDD!! . . . . OHHHH SHITTTT! . . . . GOD, THAT FEELS SO FUCKING FANTASTIC!"

Kip began sucking the massive cock with a passion he had never experienced before. His lips sealed around the shift and it slid in and out quickly and easily. As Mario screamed, he moved his hands up to the muscular chest and tried to push Mario back down on the bench. Feeling his hands on the muscular pecs, Kip massaged the firm mounds and rolled the nipples until he felt Mario begin to lay back down, overwhelmed by the stimulation of both his cock and chest.

Electrified by the feelings from his felated cock and nipples, Mario put his hands on Kip's head and began to thrust into Kip's mouth. He had never felt this much erotic excitement in his life and he began to give in to the power and thrill he felt building in his body.

"Oh god, man, do it!! . . . . ohhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhh . . . . suck my cock . . . . yeahhhhhhh, deeper man . . . . ohhhhhh shit . . . ."

As Mario began to fuck his mouth, Kip began to push Lopez's strong legs apart, searching for his tight asshole. As he continued to push the muscular legs farther and farther apart, he pulled Mario closer to the edge of the bench, wanting to taste the latino's luscious ass.

Suddenly, Kip felt Mario's cock get harder as he began to fuck his mouth faster and knew his hispanic idol was about to cum. He quickly pulled his head from Lopez's hands, took his mouth off the monster cock, and squeezed it hard at the base.

"OHHHHHHH MAN!! . . . . DON'T STOP ME! . . . . C'MONNNNNNN! . . . . LET ME CUM! . . . ."

Kip kept squeezing Mario's cock and, at the same time, grabbed his balls and began pulling on them. Mario's was trembling as he wavered between the strong orgasm that had built up in him and the sudden attack on his cock and balls.

Slowly, the orgasm subsided and the stud's body relaxed. Mario lay on the bench, his arms stretched towards the floor, his legs a jumble at the end of the bench. Even though his energy was totally spent in avoiding the orgasm, his mind was still swirling with erotic desire.

When Kip was sure Mario wasn't gonna cum, he smiled a moment and looked toward the sink. He saw the bottle of baby oil Mario had used earlier and he quickly walked over, picked it up, and came back to the exhausted actor. He stood over Mario looking at his nude, sweaty body and his lust began to build again. Mario's muscles were still tight and his cock lay on his muscular abs, hard and throbbing as the blood coursed through it. Kip quickly shed his clothes, poured oil on his hand, and rubbed it in his ass, trying to lubricate his hole.