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I had been hitting the gym hard lately. George had been working hard on his summer body, and I felt like I was falling behind. I ran to stay in shape, and I went to the gym a couple of times a week, but I was not building up much muscle. I switched my routine and ran less and began working harder on building up some muscle. I didn't want to be a superhero or anything, but I wanted some more definition to my body. The problem was, I just kept staying skinny and couldn't build much muscle. My ass was poppin' though!
George helped me with routines to use and all the supplements and protein and stuff people take to gain muscle, but it didn't seem to be doing much. I enjoyed going to the gym though, and George and I got to spend a lot of time together, which I always love. My increased gym time had the additional side benefit of getting to drool over the piles of muscle and testosterone that circulated around the weights and machines in the university gym, as well as the sauna and hot tubs that were attached to the locker room. Alongside the athletes and gym bros from school that were always there, the fitness center was opened to the public with a membership, so lots of people from the surrounding community were there too.
George and I were at the gym one afternoon after class working our legs and core muscles. I was on the squat machine grunting with the last rep of a set when an older guy from the community walked by slowly and eyed me up from bottom to top to bottom. George saw his blatant ogling and giggled to me after he had walked by.
"That wasn't subtle, was it?"
"Nope. But I was just as obvious in returning the look. Do you think that grunt was necessary? LOL!"
"HA! Always the show-off. Is your other ass muscle twitching? I know your glutes are tired..."
"Yes it is, and yes they are. I could use a good stretch!"
"Wanting some strange? Getting bored with the regulars?"
"HA! I could never get tired of you, dear. There is plenty of this to go around." And I smacked my ass to emphasize my point.
"But, I could use a wingman. Want to help?"
"Um, yeah. Sure. What can I do?"
"Just follow my lead. You're the best!" I leaned up and pecked his cheek, then got back to the last set in my squats.
We finished soon after, when I saw my stranger go into the locker room. I lost him in the maze of locker aisles, but found him undressing a few aisles over from our stuff. He got naked and grabbed a towel, then headed toward the hot tub.
I grabbed George and got naked too, and we went to the hot tub to find my stranger submerged and laying back with his eyes closed. George and I quietly got into the tub across from him and sat close together. We were talking quietly about class and our gym routine when I suddenly burst into laughter, a little too loud for the room.
My stranger opened his eyes and looked at us, his eyes laser focused on me while I was laughing. I kept it up for a couple of beats longer than necessary then turned back to George and resumed our quiet talk. A few seconds later, I repeated the same loud laughter, pushing George and playfully splashing him with water. My stranger got curious.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh. nothing. He was just teasing me - very unnecessarily!"
"What were you teasing him about?" he asked George.
"Oh, um, just about the other night. He was really eager for something, and it took me longer than he wanted to bring it to him."
"It was NOTHING. He just usually brings me SMALL things after class that make me happy."
"NOTHING? SMALL? You were ass up on my bed with your legs spread and your fingers buried in your hole waiting for me to get home to fuck- - -"
He realized what he said and stopped, his eyes wide and looking at our stranger. Fuck, George is good at this. Our stranger got an amused look on his face and eyed me up again.
"It certainly didn't look very small when he came in here."
"Oh, now I'm teasing him. He's more than up to the task. In fact, George and I have a very special relationship. That is, when he isn't out chasing pussy."
George then laughed out loud and pushed me playfully, and I fell over dramatically. I went underwater and my ass came up above for a brief moment, but it appeared to work. When I came back up, my stranger was staring where my ass had been, his jaw slightly open. George and I resumed our quiet giggling conversation, both agreeing that I was sure to land my prey if I wanted to.
"Want the room? I can disappear for a while."
"Nah. He's a townie, so he must have a place around here somewhere. He looks like he might have something nice, so I'll try my luck going with him."
"Ok. Be safe and have fun. Text me if you need me for anything."
"Ok! Thank you my dear. Love you."
"Love you too" We had an understanding that if I texted him for anything while I was supposed to be out, he knew to come get me based on my location tags. Same went for him.
He got up and left, saying goodbye loudly to me and our stranger. I stayed in the water for several more moments, staring at our stranger and giving him my best "Come fuck me" eyes. I then stood and turned slowly, showing everything I had, then climbing up the small ladder to the floor. I grabbed my towel and walked away, looking back one more time to see our stranger staring at me leaving.
I went to the aisle where my locker was and was slowly drying off, bending at the waist to dry my legs and feet, showing my ass down the aisle in his direction. He showed up only moments later, slowly walking down my aisle with his towel wrapped around his waist. He showed off his impressive torso with tight skin over bulging muscles, his lightly hairy pecs hanging over his abs, capped with tiny nipples. The veins in his arms were winding through the muscle and skin like rivers on a map, leading up to softball sized biceps and broad, round shoulders. He stopped only inches away from me, still bent over to dry my legs, and said hi.
"Hello back. Enjoy the hot tub?"
"For sure. And I'm still enjoying what came out of it."
I stood up, still naked, and turned, facing my stranger. He stood over me, taller by several inches and outweighing me by many pounds. My dick was hanging loose over my balls and pushed out from my body more than normal, thanks to the hot tub, so as I stood I leaned forward slightly and bumped my dick into his leg at the hip. He almost growled.
"Look, um, would you like to come to my place for a drink?"
"That sounds awesome. Let me get my clothes on."
"As little as necessary. You won't need them much longer." He then grabbed my ass and squeezed, before turning and going to get dressed himself. He showed up a couple minutes later dressed in a shirt and tie, his bag slung over his shoulder. He made eye contact with me and kept walking, so I followed him out of the gym and into the parking lot. He got to his Jaguar and opened the door for me, taking my bag and putting it in the trunk. He got in and turned the beast on before heading out.
We made our way off campus and through town until we pulled into the parking garage of a tall condo building downtown, commonly known as "Divorcee Tower". He got out of the car in his reserved spot and came around to open my door, my bag in his hand. We got to the elevator, and he pushed the 11th floor button before he said anything.
"My name is Anthony. It's nice to meet you."
"I'm Drew. Likewise."
He stood away, almost avoiding me, so I didn't do anything untoward. He leaned over slightly and whispered "The cameras see everything." And sure enough, up in the front corner was one of those round camera covers.
Soon after, the doors opened and we exited to the hallway. He walked slowly down the hall to his apartment, 1104, and opened the electronic door. His apartment was nice, very modern with a good view of the city and surrounding area. He asked if I wanted a drink, then went to get us a glass of wine. I got the opportunity to look around some and saw pictures on his bookshelf of him with a family, a beautiful wife and son that looked a lot like me. Pictures of vacations, other family members and more of his son were there as well.
As I was looking, he came up behind me and wrapped his arm around me with my glass of wine.
"That's my son. Michael. He just turned 19. My wife and I separated last year, so I got my place at "The Tower" and try to see him as much as possible."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Can I ask why you separated?"
"My libido got in the way. She found me with a gym bro in our bedroom."
"Yikes!"
"Yeah." He leaned down to kiss me, then set his glass down and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me in tight and kissed me more urgently, rubbing his hands down my sides then cupping my ass cheeks. He pulled my body against his, and I could feel his hard-on push into my lower abs as it snaked down his pant leg. I brought my hand up and grabbed it through the material, feeling it flex and harden further in my grasp. He growled again into my mouth and redoubled his efforts at kissing me. We spun around until I was in the middle of the room, and he pulled my shirt up over my head. I reached up to undo his belt, then released the clasp on his pants and pulled the zipper down until they were pooling on the floor around his feet.
I pulled away from his kiss and looked up at him as I knelt down until I was eye level to his underwear covered dick, the material pushed away from his body obscenely. I hooked the waistband with my fingers and pulled them down, his dick springing out upon being released. It bobbed in front of him for several seconds, the flared, cut head of his dick covered with precum. His shaft was long and thick, pink and covered with veins. His balls were hanging loosely in his smooth sac. His pubes were neatly trimmed at the base of his dick, which I wrapped my hand around and held tight as I opened my mouth and took the head onto my tongue. I licked the precum that had gathered there until it was gone, then tightened my lips around the base of the head and pushed forward, taking his shaft into my mouth. I grabbed his balls with my other hand and massaged them, rolling them in my fingers and tugging on them until I elicited a groan from him. I got the head of his dick past my pharynx and into my throat, and I swallowed to stimulate him while he stayed buried deep. My tongue continued to lap at the shaft while my throat massaged his dick head and my fingers tugged on his sac.
He grabbed my ears as handles then pushed me off his dick until the head was laying on my tongue, then pulled me back onto him. He began fucking my face roughly, pulling me onto him until my nose was buried in his pubes and his dick head was down my throat. It was dicks like this that made me celebrate my lack of a serious gag reflex. I found out I didn't have one on a dildo, but this was much better. He could use my mouth however he wanted without me gagging and coughing too much. I also know that aggressive men usually like it when a dick-sucker suffers a little, so I would cough and gag some just to add to the experience.
Anyway, he was fucking my throat with abandon, tightly gripping my ears and moving my head back and forth on his cock, his balls slapping my chin with each pull. Spit and snot had run down my chin and dripped onto my chest, and his balls slapped loudly with a "smack" each time he bottomed out inside me. I did well just to hold on, so I grabbed his ass with my hands and held tightly, feeling the tight muscle flex and relax with his movements. I dared to reach around until my finger got into his crack and worked its way toward his hole. I rubbed around his hole and felt the sweat that had gathered there, then started to push into him. I got just the tip past the very outer folds when he said -
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
I pulled out quickly and put my hands on his thighs, and he continued to pummel my throat.
"Boys like you don't go near there on men like me. Stay in your lane, Drew."
Fuck, that didn't go well. But what the fuck? Is this the 50s? The big, strong man comes home to the wifey with dinner on the table? Anyway, I didn't try that again.
He continued to fuck my throat until I thought he was going to cum, but he eventually pulled me off his dick. He leaned over, picked me up and put me over his shoulder, then carried me into the bedroom. He dropped me onto the bed on my back, but twisted my legs to flip me over on my stomach. He grabbed my hips and lifted my ass up, and I brought my knees up underneath me, so I was ass up, my back arched and my shoulders on the bed.
"Fuck, you have a great ass. Want this dick to spread it open?"
"Fuck yes, Anthony! Open me up and bury your dick inside me!"
"Yeah, buddy. Daddy's gonna tear that ass up."
He grabbed each cheek of my ass and spread me open aggressively, stretching my ass apart to expose my tight, hairless hole. He leaned forward until his face was in my ass, his hot breath blowing over my skin. I winked my hole at him, and he bellowed a laugh before diving in and eating me out with aggression and skill. Where others had finesse, he used power to drive his tongue into my hole and loosen it up. His spit dripped off my taint and balls as he drove his tongue into me, my hole giving in to his long, powerful tongue. He brought his hand up to my hole and pushed a finger in next to his tongue, flexing his finger inside to push against my prostate and spread the muscle open more.
He pulled away completely and stood up at the edge of the bed, his dick settled into the crack of my ass as I knelt there on the bed in front of him. I brought my arms up by my head and grabbed the orange bed cover, readying for the assault I'm sure he had planned for my ass. He grabbed his dick and slapped it into my crack a few times, spreading his spit around the shaft of his dick before he pushed it down, engaging the head with my hole. I took in a deep breath and relaxed, and he pushed into me. He didn't pause but just kept pushing, and once his head breached the hole, he spread me open to accept his shaft all the way down until his balls pressed into my taint.
He stayed fully inside me, his dick flexing and pulsing my muscles that wrapped tightly around his shaft. He grabbed my hips tightly and used them as handles to pull out until he was completely out. He then slammed back into me, punching into my hole with his hard spear. It caused me to gasp and groan loudly into the bedcover, my drool pooling around my mouth. As his dick head spread me open again and scraped against my prostate, I dripped precum onto the bed under me and continued to moan out loud.
"Yeah, buddy. Like daddy's dick in your hole? Want me to keep fucking you, spreading your hole open and using it like a pussy?"
"Unh, Ugh, Unf. Yeah, Anthony, fuck that pussy. Drill my hole deep!"
"Call me daddy, little bitch."
God. "Yeah, daddy. Fuck me hard. Make my pussy yours!"
If his dick wasn't so amazing, I'd probably bail. Dude has some issues! But he was really good at fucking, and his aggression was perfect for me right now. I wanted my ass to be owned by an alpha-daddy, so I dove in and became his son.
"Fuck me, daddy. I've wanted this for so long. Your dick is perfect and fits inside me like I was made for it!"
"Yeah, son. Your ass was made for this dick, by this dick! I've wanted this forever. Your tight little ass parading around all the time made me so horny for you!"
"Fuck, dad. Your dick feels so good inside me. Want to breed me? Give me the cum that made me?"
"Fuck yes, Mikey. Gonna blow my load so deep inside you, it'll be leaking out for a week!"
I could only hope so. He was wrecking my hole, so I'm not sure I could hold it in that long. His dick felt so good inside me. He was going all the way in and out, punching into me each time he pulled out, then bottoming deep inside, smashing his balls against my taint. He was pushing me into the bed, my face rubbing against the bed cover, driving my knees and shoulders down with each thrust. He kept muttering about his son's ass and how good it felt and how long he had waited for it, and I absorbed the smells, sounds and feeling that were enveloping my body. His aggressive fuck was masterful, sending shivers up my spine with each thrust. His tight grip on my hips was hurting to the point of immense pleasure. The strain on my knees and shoulders caused endorphins to circulate through my body, stimulating every nerve in my body. Sub-boi heaven.
He shifted into high gear then, not pulling out but pushing into me harder and harder, slamming into me each time. The ripples of his slams into me crossed my ass and legs, adding to the stimulation and bringing me closer to orgasm. My dick was flopping around wildly underneath me, slapping my abs each time he thrust into me, then swinging down and hitting my legs, leaving precum splattered all over my lower body and the bedcover.
Anthony growled loudly, slamming into me as hard as he could before his tight grip on my hips pulled me onto him completely. His dick swelled inside me before spasming and blowing his load deep inside. After a couple of shots, he started fucking me again, driving his load deep inside my hole. When he restarted fucking me, my body shook and spasmed with my orgasm, shooting my cum all over the bed and my abs. I screamed into the bed and slapped the cover a few times while I came, the ripples of my orgasm causing my body to continually spasm and shake until I collapsed, bringing Anthony with me, his full body weight pushing me into the bed and my splattered cum.
He stayed on me, and in me, for several moments, then stood up and slowly pulled out of my abused hole. I clamped down around him as he pulled out, holding his load inside as my body recovered. He stood over me for a couple of seconds then said
"Um, I have a meeting I need to get ready for. Can you get home ok?"
"Uh, sure, I guess."
"Thanks. This was fun."
Fucking glad he enjoyed it. Way to make it weird. I got dressed and left unnoticed by him, walking home slowly and reviewing the events of the night. The sun was setting and the streetlights were coming on. I was glad I could help Anthony live out a fantasy, and I'm glad he didn't do something to his son that may not be welcomed, but fuck was that a weird encounter.
All I could think about as I finished my walk home, his load slowly leaking out of my hole, was George won't believe this!
Thanks! Let me know want you thought! Drew (writer.drew@proton.me)