Training the Mongoose
A Shake It Up and Walk the Prank Crossover.
Chapter One - "Pumping Iron and Sizing Up"
With a teasing smirk on his face, sixteen-year-old Blake Baldwin poked his young cousin's chest. The older boy choosing the spot roughly in the middle of Herman's barely noticeable pecs, with his fingers in line with the tiny slightly darker pink nubs, that contributed the fourteen-year-old's nipples.
"Damn Hermy, for someone who does as much dancing and martial arts as you… how are you this… uh, soft?"
The paler pink and completely shirtless younger boy yelped and covered the area his cousin had poked, looking so offended that Blake might as well have thrown their grandmother's ashes for a dog to piss on. His usually never quiet mouth was open in a gaping 'O' shape. Herman also took a few small steps back, still covering his chest and staring up at Blake with that look of horror. Blake just found it funny and giggled.
"S-soft…? SOFT!?" Herman's voice squeaked, "The Mongoose is not 'soft', he is-!"
"Nah… soft and way too white… seriously Hermy, don't you go out in the sun." Blake's smirk continued, amusement filling his eyes.
Pulling his runners laces tight, Blake set both feet down on the ground before stretching his back slightly. Arcing forwards like that, his muscle shirt hung down low and gave Herman a clear view inside the tee. Blake's areola were darker than his own, though his nubs themselves were a lighter shade of pink, almost white. But the teenager was fair in asking about Herman's skin tone. It was a lot whiter than his cousins, with was roughly the shade of his own nipples, except for being a just little darker on the sides of his arms. Blushing a little at checking out his cousin's upper body, Herman grabbed his tank top and pulled it on, covering himself enough but giving himself some breathing ability when he began to get a little sweaty. Once he had pulled it on however, his eyes began easing its way back to staring at his cousin. While the youth's head was still tilted on its side and trying to stop staring, Blake suddenly stood up. He clapped both hands together and picked up his water bottle; the ice floating around on the surface clinked together and chilled his hand. It was time to start, and it looked like it would just be them for the class. No one else had turned up for this session.
'Uuuugh, this sesh is gonna suuuuuuuuck! I can't just fuck Herman in the showers, that's like… so gross.' Black internally found himself groaning as Herman pulled on his runners, 'Maybe I could leave him here for an hour and go see if Alex is home… he's always up for some fun… and damn that cuban ass is... devine.'
Casting a sidewards glance, his eyes gravitated towards the youth's ass. It looked soft, but didn't manage to keep the teen's eye so he silently exited the room and into the gym.
Herman was fast to his feet and tore after his cousin. He didn't want to be left alone in the huge building, surrounded by buff sweaty men and fit, intimidating women. Luckily, however, they had managed to find a class for teenage males only that wanted to get into fitness. Meaning they were there getting intimidated by individuals well experienced then themselves and featuring muscles they could only hope for.
"So it's just us, huh B?" Herman said softly, treading on a mat. They crossed the room to a pair of weight machine, and he let Blake start to set them up.
They were met from a snort from the side of the room. "Don't you ever pay attention kid…"
Herman's smile couldn't get any broader.
He set off at a fast pace, feeling like he was going to let out a childish squeal but managed to keep it inside. Flinging himself into a pair of strong arms, Herman hugged the other boy tightly with a cheeky grin at getting someone to pick him up. "Flynn! It's been two weeks, where did you gooo?"
Blinking, Flynn groaned.
"Did you give the runt sugar again Blake?"
Blake shrugged and eased himself on to the dark leather seat of the machine. He gripped the handles and started to pump the weight, his muscles flexing with the sudden effort and catching his cousins attention. "Ngh, nah… just some coffee,"
"You're an idiot." Flynn responded, pushing the younger teenager off of him and getting into a similar position to the older Baldwin.
As both those pair of thick, strong arms started to flex pushing the heavy weights a tingle ran down the youngest of the three's spine. A tingle that didn't just fade, but Herman could feel it pumping blood into the four inch cock tightly hugged to his waist by a pair of boxer briefs that were just a size too small. If it weren't for the loose workout shorts the erection would have been embarrassingly obvious no matter how badly the boy tried to hide it. He had only been to a few sessions before, but every time he had left with a harder dick than any porn had given him before and managed to fire off a thicker load as time went by. His mother was becoming concerned over how long Herman spent in the shower at home now. Their water bill had doubled and they couldn't blame it on Chance. The red-haired annoyance of the Baldwin family barely showered enough to make him wet.
"Uh…" Herman breathed. Eyes bulging slightly, Flynn he realised was shiftless and a little sweaty. How long had he been there?
Flynn sat bolt upright against the chair so that his whole body was tight and flexed as he worked. While the sexy teenager's abs didn't pop, in doing his workouts there were abs for days and Herman's tongue threatened to poke out between his lips to pant like a dog. Something he couldn't stop as Flynn flexed a little and made his muscles pop for the younger boy.
"Seriously runt? You haven't done anything and you already look like you have run a mile…" Flynn teased, noticing the very light panting of the boy.
Jolting straight up, Herman crossed his arms in his best attempt to look intimidating. It didn't work.
"Don't call me a runt! I-I mean, I'm just... sizing up the competition for when I… um, when I get a better body than you! Yeah that's right, Jones, the Mongoose will be better in every way, right B?"
Blake ignored him completely, focused more on his workout and ignoring the mental thoughts of sneaking away with Flynn for a little fun without the mongoose.
"Uh huh…" Flynn replied with a smug grin that made the youth's pants twitch. The dark-haired teen stopped for a moment and changed the weights to the next range. When he sat back down, a grunt of effort escaped as he got use to lifting something heavier, but it was worth it to show off to Herman and get the boy even harder than he knew the youth already was. But he wasn't about to let Herman off there. There was already an annoyance in his own pants now. "Even if you somehow get a better body - which won't happen, by the way - I'm still always going to have at least one place that's better than anything you could ever work for, runt… now be quiet and lift a weight or somethin'"
The younger teen gave him a confused look about what he meant but shrugged it off, instead moving over to bench next to his cousin and setting the weight to what he knew he could handle. The disk on Flynn's machine could fit five of his own. He was a little embarrassed with the weight compared to what the older boys could handle, but it was a start.
"Mmmmm, so heavyyyy!" He whined silently, all the little muscles in his body working to push the weight.
"Shut up and lift Hermy, we didn't come to hear you whine…" Blake grumbled, pumping his own now heavier weights while imagining himself pumping into the muscular Flynn Jones.
"Shut up yourself B-Boy." Flynn warned with an edge in his voice.
All of a sudden he was up and by Herman's machine. His strong hands fussed around putting Herman into a better position. Straightening his back, locking his arms into the right place and very intimately gripping the younger teen's ass to guide Herman's behind down on the seat. It reminded him of when he was helping Henry get into some light workout; Such small arms and a soft butt that just filled his hand so perfectly he instantly wanted to see it jiggle with a firm spank. Unlike Blake, Flynn didn't shake the thought of the younger boy's ass away and took it in his stride. Why be ashamed of swinging a thick piece of meat between his legs? He also felt that there was no shame in wanting a piece of the soft little behind in front of him, he had definitely wanted to 'enjoy' a few more controversial asses before. He loved introducing younger boys to the thrill of having his thick piece of meat inside of their young virgin tightness.
Herman was blushing as his body was adjusted. The weights felt like they became lighter, as Blake's scowl became heavier.
'Wonder why he's so jealous. Flynn barely even talks to him, just seems annoyed honestly,' A smirk crossed his mischievous soft face.
The boy unaware of just how close Flynn and Blake had enjoyed being with each other, numerous times over the last few months. After having enjoyed the fact they lived close enough to visit and 'work out' at each other's house when they felt like it.
"Come on runt, sit back! You're gonna hurt your back if you keep that up, ya know?"
Herman was gaping. Instead of the hands pulling him back by the ass, Flynn was suddenly groping his achingly hard crotch and pulling him back by his cock. A moan threatened to escape just from the touch, but what made it all worse was that the hand lingered and kept him in place. Herman looked into Flynn's eyes. Eyes that said 'get to it'.
He was met with a smirk, that promised that if Blake wasn't in the room then he would indeed be 'getting it'.
"Ngh, st-still heavy!" Herman's voice was high and loud as his little arms struggled to push the weight.
"Come on Herman, just five more than we can work on your legs instead, mkay?" Flynn encouraged, snapping back into his Trainer mode. He hadn't done that in some time, and it even took Flynn himself by surprise.
Blake rolled his eyes, through he did feel his cock twitch a little, having 'enjoyed' Coach Jones a few times.
Not wanting to kill the younger boy and seeing that Herman was struggling, Flynn sighed and reduced the weight. With Herman eventually finding a weight that he could handle for a few reps, earning a smile from the older boy. Knowing that the fourteen-year-old was at least attempting to lift and enhance his muscles. All too often it seemed that the other Baldwin was there for a different kind of workout. Not that he was going to complain. He loved those workouts just as much. But Blake knew he had been shirked to the side today. After a few more reps, he stood up and stretched for a minute in an failed attempt to catch Flynn's eye. But the usually somewhat gruff teenager was smiling sweetly as he helped Herman get through his set. It was cute, in an infuriating sort of way. Nobody even took notice as Blake grabbed his ice-cold water bottle and found somewhere else to work out. Later he would be found on the treadmills sweating like a pig. Herman unaware that the treadmills had nothing to do with it, instead it was the eighteen-year-old stud with abs that would make even Flynn jealous, that 'joined' him.
It was some time later that anyone even noticed it was just the two of them. Not that either of the teenagers bothered to care enough about it. Flynn took his sweet time helping Herman around some new workout equipment. He made sure to grope every inch of the mini Baldwin.
"Ahn… Uh, so what was this, ngh, thing called?" Herman's breathing was soft, then heavy. His pants were tighter than before, and he could feel Flynn's thumb sliding up and down in between his ass crack. A soft smirk was on the older boy's face while pressing against the tight rosebud, feeling it twitch even through the layers. Finding it was a hassle, but well worth it to hear the soft moans being breathed into his ear.
"A perky soft behind…" Flynn teased, lightly spanking said perky behind of the white boy. "One that is nearly as perky as it's cousins."
Unlike that morning, Herman didn't have it in him to argue while stretching one leg out behind him and allowing Flynn to guide it. His whole body was straight as a board, leaning out from a bench in the center of two rows of lockers. One leg firmly pressing against his sweat dripping chest while the other was extended. Feeling some strain and shaking, Flynn's hand guided that leg back and the other out. The older teenager was sitting on one side of Herman, kneeling on the balls of his feet with both hands supporting the younger boy's body. While one hand explored up and down Herman's back and legs, taking the odd journey below to play with his junk, Flynn's other hand was firmly wedged between that soft ass and rubbing both ends. His fingers were out straight, rubbing in between Herman's growing balls, and his thumb hooked around to prod that tight little hole hidden away from him.
For now.
"F-Flynn!" Herman blushed, struggling not to release a moan from Flynn's hands openly feeling him up with no shame. He had to wonder when the older boy changed, he hadn't done anything like this to him before. The fourteen-year-old unaware that his cousin was in a very similar position as he was, at the same moment.
Silent and cool, Flynn shifted the legs around again. His palm glided up the smooth, almost hairless leg and he toyed with the thought of slipping right up into those shorts to cop a good feel. But he thought better to let Herman get out of the annoying clothes first before ravishing.
"You know when we shower you have to join me, right?" He said trying to sound honest, "Gym rules, sorry. Kids your age have to have a shower buddy, can't go making a mess. Especially you prankster,"
Herman internally snorted heavily. Knowing that this was not a rule of the gym but was willing to play along with the older boy's obvious lie. "Oh really, well I wouldn't want to break their rules… now would I?"
Flynn felt his own snort when he saw the puppy dog eyes on the boys face.
'Oh we will be breaking at least a couple soon enough…'
His response to the younger teenager wasn't verbal, it instead was another light spank to the pale pink almost white boy's perky yet soft behind. He was a little disappointed to see that it didn't jiggle like he wanted, making Flynn all the more eager to get the youth out of those gym shorts. His own jockstrap was threatening to pop right off he was so hard. He would enjoy breaking in his second Baldwin. Wordlessly Flynn stood Herman up and made sure the boy's back was straight. But again he kneeled down, putting a hand between those smooth pale legs and nudged the both to move. After a long moment they stepped apart, first shoulder length but the hands kept tapping at them. Herman looked slightly confused, but did as motioned and furthered his legs apart. Made to keep going, a slight whine escaped him as both feet slipped slightly on the smooth floor and Flynn's hand started to cup his crotch again.
'Why am I doing the splits…? And goood why is his hand there!? So good…' Herman thought to himself, suppressing a moan while slipping his crotch lower to the floor. Silently thanking his martial arts classes. Through being able to do the splits was not earning him the cred that he thought that it would.
As his legs opened up wider, so did Flynn's palm. Those slender fingers teased his balls, until he had bottomed out with flat legs, doing the splits.
"Damn, runt…" Flynn breathed.
Herman's grin only lasted a second as the older muscle stud had no shame and simply pulled out his bag. Next moment, a pair of shorts were thrown inside with a sweaty jockstrap balled up inside the fabric. This left a thick fully erect slab of meat hanging between Flynn's toned legs and Herman's eyes to bugle heavily at the mere sight of that monster. Flickering between the heaving low-hanging balls the the thickness of the sexy cock, the younger boy couldn't help but moan and think to himself: 'Oh daddy…'
Instantly the boy was up and stripping as well, with embarrassment nowhere left to fit in his mind. He struggled stepping out of his shorts, almost tripping but Flynn was there to catch him. Not only that, but the older boy took the chance to grope him some more, too. His little nipples brushed against, those strong hands gliding down his smooth body and finally Flynn gripping the hard four incher, stroking it slowly up and down without a word. He rimmed the hem of those tight baby-blue boxer briefs. They were definitely too small for Herman, squeezing everything in there tightly.
"Oh god… Flynn…" Herman moaned out, his own hands hesitantly attempting to grab the older boy. But all too soon he had let go, motioning for the youth to strip.
As he stepped out of the tight undies, Flynn's eyes had a five course meal. Grinning down at the all-too cute blush, Flynn looked Herman up and down. Liking what he saw. Both the boy's hands were limp at his sides, hiding that soft behind from view, but Flynn had gotten a good view of those mounds of flesh while the boy stripped naked. In the cool open air, both his little nipples were hardened and as sweat dripped slowly down the smooth, pale chest it made his little nubs glisten. Travelling down the smooth body, Flynn could see that Herman's little four-inch cock twitched from being stared at, and his tight ball-sac softened a little. It was pointing bolt upright, different to his own that hung low. Even to Blake's, whose cock had a very slight curve to it and a thicker head than the shaft.
The fourteen-year-old attempted to keep his eyes off of Flynn, as he tucked his clothes away. His cock threatening to drip precum all over the floor if he didn't. "L-Let's head into the shower…"
Flynn smirked once more in amusement as Herman almost bolted into the shower room and to one of the more private shower-heads before turning on the water. The teen followed and adjusted the water coming out of the head next to Herman's to his liking and beginning to wash the sweat off of his body. He loved the idea of a open shower, where no one was hidden and you could enjoy or subject yourself to the horror of seeing particular individuals completely naked bodies. Having done the first numerous time, Flynn found himself shocked at how differing male bodies were and how older men weren't always a turn off for the sixteen-year-old, who had checked out a couple of men whose ages matched his step-father Jeremy's.
Not that he planned on following that train and checking him out.
Flynn ran his hands through his hair, getting the dark locks soaked and moaning slightly in the hot steamy water. It washed over him, cascading gently down his buff sexy form and making the cracks between his smooth abs glisten. While the muscles popped, so too did Herman's eyes. His stiff cock somehow got harder watching the water coat the older teenager as water coated him. He stepped into the steam and under the water. Following Flynn's actions almost in a trance, Herman's small body became wet and glistening as well, showing off his slim form and matting his black hair down. A few strands drooping close to his eyes before being brushed aside.
Feeling the eyes burning into his pecs and abs, Flynn chuckled and turned his attention back to the younger teenager next to him, with the boy grabbing some soap and moving closer to Herman's slim body. "It looks like you could use some assistance, Herman…"
The younger boy yelped when he felt Flynn and the soap, come into contact with his pale body, with the older teenager beginning to soap him up. They moved in close under the hot water, letting the steam cloud their minds and mingle with their moans as Flynn soaped up the smoothness of Herman's fourteen-year-old body. He handed Herman the extra bar, but it did little to no good as the younger teen only worked his hands up and down the rock solid abs of a god. While he enjoyed the feel of Herman's hands on his body, he didn't just want his abs clean even if he could understand a little abs obsession, since he had a similar one with the abs that his step-brother Logan was packing.
"Just stop, brat. I'll wash you first." Flynn ordered, causing the younger boy to blush from apparently doing it wrong enough for Flynn to stop him.
In the end, Flynn didn't bother with making Herman return the favour of cleaning him and instead he focused on cleaning the naked body of the mongoose. Enjoying the feel of the teen's pale white skin against his fingers, as he soaped up the blushing and slightly protesting fourteen-year-old.
"O-oh… mm…" Soft moans escaped Herman as his body was caressed by the soap, washing away the sweat. He was wriggling around slightly, struggling to stay still as Flynn moved around and washed every inch. To his surprise, however, there was no dirty touches yet.
In fact, Flynn seemed to be avoiding his privates.
Something that was heavily annoying the young fourteen-year-old. "Aren't y-you going to wash all of me? Since you decided to take over?"
"Well I am sooo sorry… but you didn't ask," Flynn smirked. Still he made no attempt, lifting one of the boy's feet and washing the sole. Herman annoyed faces turned into a deep blush as he was forced into awkward positions by the teenager cleaning every inch of his body. Glancing up and raising an eyebrow, Flynn cocked his head to one side. "Aren't you gonna ask, runt?"
"If you are going to wash me… can you wish all of me, Mister Abs…" Herman pouted.
Reaching around, he received a slightly harsher spank, droplets of water flying off. "Brat."
Herman giggled a little at being called a brat, something he regularly got called every time he did something to embarrass the sixteen-year-old in the class. Nevertheless, he got what he wanted as Flynn moved back up his body and pulled the boy in close. Herman's eyes went wide, his cock pressed up hard against Flynn's rock solid chest.
"Mm, this is so dirty," The older teen muttered to himself, soaping up and down between the smooth mounds of flesh.
"Is not…" Herman grumbled, blushing a little.
The juicy ass jiggled as he washed it, and the younger boy was groaning in confused pleasure while being worked up like that. While those fingers worked around his virgin hole, Herman hesitantly reached for the shampoo. Soon working it into the somewhat spiky hair of his unofficial trainer for the day.
"Uh, what are you doing runt?" Flynn questioned, as Herman shampooed his hair.
Grunting, the younger boy just kept going before rinsing it off. "Cleaning you, sweaty… I like messes, but seriously, so many knots up here,"
"People like playing with it…" Flynn replied, winking like he had a secret that the younger boy had no idea about.
Herman's face scrunched up a little in confusion. "Really, why?"
"I'll tell you when you're older," Pressing his thumb hard against the reluctant hole, Flynn left off 'Or after your cousin breaks you in…'
While the boy was groaning out, the older boy suddenly turned him around. Leaned back against his solid chest, Herman squeaked and moaned out in sudden pleasure when a hand wrapped around his cock. Twitching into Flynn's hand, he writhed around heavily. His body was being attacked, teased with a double assault on the sensitive young body; the muscle stud was tweaking one of the tiny nipples while moving along that small length. Kneeling down as he was, his cock was rubbing in between the dark-haired prankster's juicy whine ass and they were loving every second of it.
With all the teasing from earlier, it only took a few soapy minutes before Herman was on the edge and his body was tightening up, ready to fire in Flynn's hand. The boy seemed to have no intention of stopping, picking up some speed and working that little length faster and almost more needy.
"G-god… Flynn! I-I'm gonna… ngh, fuck! I'm gonna cu- eh?" The hand had suddenly let him go. Actually, Flynn's whole body was off of his, and the water cut off. Flynn was drying off his hair a little, standing there dripping wet and looked like nothing had just happened. His huge cock still swinging between his legs showing no signs of relief. No cum, barely even any pre and his balls looked heavier that ever. "Um, what are you doing?"
Rubbing the towel over the rest of his body, Flynn smirked. "My brother's here. I gotta go or he'll punish my ass into next Thursday,"
"And is that a good or a bad thing?" Herman questioned, curiously.
Flynn shrugged.
"Depends if he's horny,"
Herman's mouth dropped, at the casualness of Flynn admittance to incest. Shocked that someone would actually do that, since he could only think of his own brother and want to puke at the idea of Chance being both horny and 'punishing his ass'. Blake, however, was a much better thought pattern through he still wasn't overly excited at the idea of being sexual. Through if he was to commit incest or see someone that he was related to then he would prefer that it was Blake being sexual over Chance. Unaware how right he was, as just a few showers down Blake was being a little roughly throat fucked by a eighteen-year-old hunk, whose muscles were glistening from the water running down his defined abs.
"C-can't you stay…"
"No, unless you want Logan to punish both of us. He won't go gentle on a virgin,"
His response was a deep blush.
"Wouldn't your dad stop him?" Herman questioned, nervously hoping.
Flynn paused for a moment. His cock jumped up, hardening slightly and a soft moan passing his lips. "No. He would help Logan. Probably both in me… again,"
"Your dad… does that with you…" Herman's eyes widened, having read enough online to know what he was talking about.
"Step dad, now shut it runt I gotta go. Don't feel like bottoming today," Flynn answered with a familiar edge to his voice. He did, however, give the boy a little show by beating his meat a few times while it was hard like that. By the way Herman's dick was standing up, he knew the boy was enjoying the story a little too much. Didn't want the younger boy cumming just from hearing that. "It's so much more fun, topping them."
The fourteen-year-old didn't have much of a chance to argue about the teenager leaving nor comment on Flynn topping his step father, as Flynn wrapped the towel around his waist and left the stall, heading back into the locker room to get changed. Leaving a blue-balled fourteen-year-old, who would have been jealous of his cousin getting action mere steps away. Not that he would have to remain jealous for long, as he was unaware of what was to come that night.
"Um… bye…" Herman whispered, shampooing his own hair already. Then it hit him, "Wait, where in the world is Blake…! How am I getting home?"
He didn't click when he got the response of someone gagging loudly, a short distance away. But it wouldn't be too long, since Herman eventually found him by the treadmills. The young teenager not knowing that his cousin's ass was currently leaking with hot, fresh spunk from the eighteen-year-old hottie walking out of the gym doors.
Nor was the teen aware that Blake wouldn't be the only Baldwin, leaking spunk by the end of their day.
