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Through His Shorts

Marcus racked the previous set, wiped his hands, and immediately checked the mirror—rolling one thick shoulder, flexing the heavy chest under the cut gray Chicago tank like he was already proud of the work. Broad shoulders, thick arms, the kind of build that only came from years of heavy pressing. He logged the weight on his phone without looking, then dropped back onto the incline bench for the last set.

He was grinding out the last incline 100-pound dumbbells rep while his beefy arms shook .

“Come on… fucking push it—” he groaned through his teeth.

I hit him right then.

The weights crashed to the floor. His body jerked hard on the bench.

“AGHhh—fuck!” we yelled.

I was in.

I sat back, still breathing heavy, and looked at his flushed handsome reflection in the mirror. Damn he is out of breath as I struggled to breath, but I let a cocky grin spread wide across his face.

“Damn, pump’s looking fucking crazy today.” I made him boast arrogantly. Fuck, watching him say that looked so natural and hot.

I dragged his hands up the hard chest and thumbed one nipple through the open tank. His body twitched. A rough moan slipped out of his lips.

“O-ohh fuck…”

I laughed in his voice. “Shit, not going to let these sensitive tits go unwasted.” As I thumbed both of his nipples more, my attention quivkly grew to what was growing in front of me.

I dropped his hands to his gym shorts. He was free-balling, and thre tent that was forming showed his long, heavy dick thickening fast. I cupped his shaft through the fabric, felt the full weight of it, and gave it a slow upward flop. Then another. Then another. Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

THUD.

"Fuck yeah this will do some damage" each of his words crafted under my whim. I squeezed along his shaft, dragging the soft material against his head, teasing it without ever pulling it out.

“There we go… look at this thing,” I muttered in his heated voice begging for more. A damp stain started to form at his tip as I watched in the mirror as I kept playing with him through his thin shorts. Damn he's a leaky bastard.

I unlocked his phone using his face, hit record, and kept going.

“Gotta film this new routine...”

Marcus never would’ve done this. I was using his face, his voice, his hands—and his body just kept giving me more. I spread his legs wider and kept toying with that thick cock through the fabric, already deciding the rest of the night.

“Fuck… I'm trying out a whole new workout,” I said under his breath, still stroking through the shorts.