Training a good husband takes time and energy. They are headstrong and proud and don’t always know what’s best for them. Thankfully, you do and once they are willing to accept you know best, the rewards are limitless.
“Bro come on this is the third time i’ve said to get in stop playing and come over here”. My stomach dropped. It had always just been a fantasy to hook up with my rugby teammate. He was as straight as they came but with the juiciest butt i’d ever seen. I always suspected something was up.
He’d invited me over for a smoke and a lift as we usually do. Today was leg day. After a particularly strenuous workout we hit the locker room. Instincts taking over i started sucking his thick chest. He sat down on a bench, thighs spilling, and pushed my head down onto his cock. Thirty seconds of holding my ears and face fucking me later he held me by my waist and swapped positions. Looming it over me he ordered me to eat his huge pumped ass.
I did so eagerly, diving in and attempting to ravage him. Only too late did i realize i was sinking in too far. The gorgeous gym hunk had tricked me and he was confidently making his way towards sitting down on the bench. I could make no protest, nor could i reasonably, to this beautiful hunk of muscle being so kind as to take me in and make me part of him.
