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He finished his set easily, definitely not needing me to spot him, but I was very happy to be near him, smelling his intoxicating pits. My happiness was very evident from the bulge in my workout shorts, and with very little encouragement from him, I got rid of my own clothes to join him naked on the gym floor. He grabbed my balls with his gloved hand, those fingertips still sensitive on my skin, and stroked my cock. Then he ran his hand up my abs and pinched my nipple and I let out an involuntary moan. I don’t know how he knew that was one of my sensitive points, but my hard cock leaked like crazy. He took off his glove and ran his hand down my back, and into my hairy ass. I welcomed him with my back arched and my butt pushed out.

“You cleaned out?” He asked. Fortunately, I was able to answer, “Yes!” as I nodded enthusiastically. This wasn’t even the first time this week I was getting hit on at the gym. He stroked my hole with his finger, and called me a good boy. Fuck, he was about a decade younger than me and having him call me a good boy made my hole twitch and my cock leak even more. He noticed.

“Turn around,” he commanded, “and bend over.” I readily obeyed, and pointed my fat ass at him. “Nice and breedable” he slapped his cockhead at my hole, his precum spraying all over me.

“Fill me up with your brotein before my workout” I twerked my ass at him. He spat on my hole, spat on his cock, and slowly slid his beautiful cock into my tight hole. His hands held me by my waist and my shoulder as his cockhead rubbed past my prostate and settled into my second hole. He bottomed out balls deep in me. Fuck he felt amazing. He ran his hands all over my body. He pinched my nipples and squeezed my muscular pecs. He ran his hands over my strong shoulders and squeezed my big arms. “Your musclepussy feels good on my cock. You ready to get fucked, boy?” Fuck. There’s that word again. He doesn’t even need to call me good, just being called “boy” by a much younger man had my musclepussy clamping down on his raw cock in agreement. “Yes, Sir!”

“Good boy” he said and I almost melted. He grabbed me by my waist, and started fucking me. In and out. Hard. And deep. Fuck! He fucked as good as he looked. Almost instantly I was on the edge of orgasm, my cock hard and leaking and untouched. His cock rubbed my prostate every stroke in and every stroke out.

He fucked me in every position, but my favourite was the one where he had one of my legs on his shoulder, and bent nearly double, as his sweat rolled off him and onto me. He made me open my mouth and spat directly in it.