“Looks like it’s just you and me today,” my hot-as-fuck CrossFit trainer Kelso observed, tugging up his shorts while staring out at the empty parking lot at the start of his 7 am class. “Where the fuck is everyone?”
“Uh—I think a lot of people are out of town for the long weekend,” I surmised, trying to not stare at the perfect “V” of his lower abs—a proper set of cum gutters. “I overheard a few of the guys saying they were going to the beach.”
“Welp—we might as well get started then. You can begin by flipping those tractor tires,” Kelso gestured to a pile of tires in the far corner of the CrossFit gym. “I’m gonna grab my clipboard and will meet you in a minute.”
“Sounds good,” I agreed before heading to the tires. But it didn’t sound good. I hated flipping tractor tires. In fact, I hated CrossFit. Kelso had been kicking my ass during these 7 am workouts for the past six months, but what I really wanted was for Kelso to fuck my ass.
Jesus, I wanted him. The amazing body. The hairy pecs. The scruffy face and spiky hair. The deep voice. The manly bravado. But Kelso was a tough nut to crack. Sure, he’d mentioned his girlfriend Abby a few times during class, but I had always viewed girlfriends as simply a challenge and not a complete obstacle when going after straight guys.
The real problem was access. Unlike a normal gym where I could make suggestive glances at Kelso’s cock while he changed in the locker room, or ogle him wantonly in the showers, or flat out proposition him in the sauna—CrossFit was housed in an industrial warehouse, offering none of the usual gym facilities that worked to my advantage.
My other issue was the posse of absurdly fit jocks who surrounded Kelso like sycophants after every class—barraging him with questions about protein powders, nutritional supplements, and other mind-numbing fitness topics. I could never catch a moment alone with the guy.
I would leave every class horny as fuck, my ass twitching with desire to be mounted by Kelso. I’d go home and jack off, thinking about him fucking me. Sometimes, I’d rub one out in my car while still in the CrossFit parking lot, shooting into my hand, and then feeding my cum to myself, imagining it was Kelso’s creamy load sliding down my throat.
I was driving myself crazy. It had to end. And so this 7 am class, with just Kelso and me, had forced the issue. It was now or never. I would be direct in offering up my ass to him. And if he turned me down, if he called me a dirty faggot and told me to never come back again, I could live with that. I hated the class. If I couldn’t have Kelso’s cock, I saw no reason to return.
While Kelso disappeared into the makeshift office in the back corner of the gym to retrieve his clipboard, I dashed to my car. Flipping open my glovebox, I retrieved my always-handy bottle of lube.
Racing to the tractor tires where Kelso ordered me to get started, I stripped out of my clothes. After fingering a generous shot of lube up my ass, I bent my body over a stacked set of tractor tires, my eager hole open for business.
My heart was pounding in my chest, beating like a kettledrum, as I awaited Kelso. I heard the office door shut, his heavy footsteps approaching. This was it—the moment of truth. There was no turning back.
“The fuck?!” Kelso gasped, his clipboard dropping crashing loudly to the floor. And then there was silence—mind-blowing silence. A steady countdown commenced involuntarily in my head—ten, twenty, thirty, forty seconds passing at a snail’s pace. Ninety excruciating seconds passed before it finally happened—Kelso’s shorts unzipped audibly, breaking the radio silence before falling to the floor.
His hands were suddenly upon me, gripping my body at my hips and then suddenly—urgently—Kelso’s hard cock was inside me. “Hope you like a big dick,” he sneered in my ear, his breath hot and wet, his huge cock splitting me in two.
“FUCK,” I gasped, my vision blinded with a flash of white-hot pain. “Your cock is so fucking thick.”
“And your hole is so fucking tight,” Kelso growled in ecstasy, slapping my ass.
He delivered a series of deep thrusts, stretching my sphincter to the max, opening it up for him. The initial pain had subsided, giving way to waves of intense pleasure, my eyes rolling back into my head. I could have stayed bent over those tires, taking his big cock all fucking day, but Kelso had other plans.
“Get on the floor,” he ordered, pulling out of me abruptly, my hole open and gaping. “This is CrossFit, which means I’m gonna make you work for my nut.”
Flat on his back, stretched out on the floor, Kelso ordered me to straddle him. Grabbing my hips, he brought me down hard on his cock, his balls mashed against my hole as his cock thrust deep inside me.
“Now get on the balls of your feet,” he instructed. “You’re gonna ride my cock like you’re doing a set of squats on it—only the reps won’t stop until you’ve worked out my load.”
Finally, a CrossFit workout I could embrace wholeheartedly. With his muscular arms propped behind his head, his big dick up my ass, I began to ride Kelso—hard. Up and down I bounced on that big cock, my own dick smacking against his firm abs.
“Harder,” he demanded. “If you’re not breaking a sweat, you’re never gonna get my load up your ass.”
Obediently, I increased my pace, my ass working up and down his thick shaft like a piston. My quads began to burn, balancing my weight as I squatted above him, working his cock like a cheap whore giving a lap dance to a groom at his bachelor party.
“You like this cock?” Kelso demanded, my ass grinding into him. “You like riding this big cock like your life depends on it?”
“Fuck yeah,” I squealed, a happy boy riding a pogo stick. “Your big cock feels so fucking good inside me.”
“Just wait until you get my nut,” he smiled devilishly. “You sure you want it?”
“Yes,” I insisted, sweat dripping off my body. My quads were on fire—easily the toughest workout I’d ever had. Though I was loving his big cock, the fullness of it inside me, I didn’t know how much longer I could take before my legs gave out from under me.
“Please,” I begged. “I want your cum. I want to feel you busting inside of me.”
“Yeah?” Kelso taunted, his arms still propped behind his head, relaxing while I did all the work. “You want me to cum up your ass? Breed your fucking hole?”
“Yes,” I cried out, my legs trembling, my quads nearly numb. I was failing fast. “Fucking give it to me.”
I don’t know if it was pure luck or his pity but, mercifully, Kelso exploded inside of me. With his body convulsing beneath me, his cock throbbed uncontrollably in my depths. My legs finally failing, I collapsed upon him, my sweaty body smacking into Kelso as his balls spewed his warm load into my bowels.
“FUCK,” he grunted as the last of his seed emptied inside me. “Yeah, drain my fuckin’ balls.”
Kelso pushed me off him abruptly as soon as he was done, his massive load streaming from my wrecked hole onto his washboard abs, instantly collecting in those deep cum gutters running toward his cock. Quickly, I dove for his load, licking his creamy cum from every crevice of his ridged abs.
“You’re a dirty fucker,” he marveled as his thick load coated my tongue and disappeared down my throat. Taking his cock in my mouth, I drained the last bit of cum from his cock slit. “Yeah, get every last drop,” he encouraged, shoving his spent cock down my throat.
“That—that was fucking incredible,” I panted, surfacing for air, licking his creamy cum off my lips. “I’ve wanted your cock for so fucking long.”
“Yeah—I could tell,” he laughed. “I’m glad I could finally give it to you.”
“You—you knew I was attracted to you?” I asked, embarrassed at how obvious I had been.
“Of course,” he winked. “I kept waiting for you to make a play for me.”
“I—I wanted to,” I stammered. “But you were always talking about your girlfriend, and so I assumed—”
“You assumed wrong,” Kelso interrupted. “I mean—yeah—I have a girlfriend, and I’m probably gonna marry her someday. But life is too fucking short to stick my big dick in the same hole all the time. You get me?”
“Yeah, I get you,” I smiled knowingly, for I was no stranger to straight guys like him who enjoy fucking easy gay dudes on the down low. “But do you think you’ll want to stick your dick in me again?”
“Fuck yeah!” Kelso grinned deviously. “So here’s the plan—you’re gonna sign up for my one-on-one sessions in the afternoon, you understand?”
“Yes,” I nodded happily, standing on my wobbly legs, reaching for my clothes. “I understand perfectly.”
“Wait—where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Kelso demanded, eyeing me as I began to pull on my shorts.
“I—I thought you were done with me,” I explained as he reached for me.
“We’re not done here,” he informed me, forcing me back onto the floor, flat on my stomach, my ass staring up at him. Miraculously, he was still hard. “It’s time for me to get in my workout.”
Planking above me on his muscular arms, his cock buried in my used hole, Kelso began to do a series of push-ups on top of me, thrusting his big cock into my depths with each repetition—until he was dumping another load into my wet, greedy cunt.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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