It was just a normal work out… or so I thought. I was smashing through some cardio on the treadmill when I started to feel someone watching me. Trying not to let it bother me, I carried on with no idea who this person was or what he looked like. I had on a tight workout top and even tighter shorts that perfectly fitted my ass as I ran, bouncing up and down as I took each stride. I knew what I was doing… you couldn’t predict who you would meet at the gym so I always made an effort however this was the first time I felt someone notice. Not that I would be confident enough to approach anyone. 10 minutes go by and the feeling that I was being watched didn’t go away… not that I minded.
As I turn around I see this huge guy lifting weights looking straight at me. His vest covered so little of his body that he might as well be shirtless. His body glistened with sweat making my face go red immediately. This guy looked incredible, he couldn’t possibly be looking at me could he? This was confirmed as he started grinning at my embarrassed expression while flexing his enormous muscles. I was too nervous to talk to him so walked by to move onto my next set however he gently grabbed my arm and said “hey, hope you didn’t mind me looking at you up there but you caught my eye… I have never really been into dudes but there is something about you that..” with a deep husky voice. He pauses, taking my hand and putting it on his rock hard shaft over his short material. Holy fuck he was huge… I had never felt a cock so big. On top of that I was now close enough to smell the musk coming from his sweat drenched body and I was in heaven. Nothing turned me on more than the smell of a man post workout.
“I shouldn’t even be doing this… I have a girlfriend but we haven’t been having sex much lately… I guess what I’m saying is that I kinda want to see you naked… maybe even see how a guy sucks my dick…. I’m Rock hard thinking about it man and judging by your face you want it too” he say in a cocky tone. Of course I wanted to, I mean who wouldn’t? He was so masculine that I would have automatically written him off as straight. Before I had chance to reply he said. “I’m done here.. I’ll be in the showers if you need me” he adds before winking before turning and walking into the lockeroom. I couldn’t believe what was happening, it almost didn’t seem real. Shortly after I found myself stripping off and making my way to the showers. Before I had chance to spot him, he pulled me into his cubical… soap dripping down from his abs and onto his huge cock. “Turn around… I wanna see that perfect little ass” he commands with a grin, completely unfazed by sharing a shower with a guy. I submit to his order, facing away from him. Almost immediately I felt his warm strong hands gliding over my cheeks, squeezing them tight. I had never been more turned on than at this moment. The fact that I was the first boy to fulfil his natural urges was incredible
“Fuuuuck….” he exclaimed after feeling my ass for what felt like forever and a second at the same time. Without warning he pressed me up against the wall with his cock grinding between my ass cheeks. “I wanna see what that mouth can do” he whispered in my ear before turning me around and making me kneel before him. I was looking up at the body of a god… it was all I could do to pleasure him right now. I took hold of his shaft in my hand and eased my mouth over his head taking the time to coat it in saliva, preparing to take it down my throat “fuck yeah… there’s a good boy… take daddy’s big dick” he moaned with one hand holding the back of my head and the other flexing his muscle. I was in heaven… this was everything I was looking for. A masculine guy to dominate me like he was born to do it. Before long he was forcing my mouth down his shaft further, beginning to fuck my face. “Holy shit… you take my cock so good” he moans as his hand shakes a little on the back of my head. I gag a little as my lips hit the base of his cock but that did nothing to stop me. I wouldn’t quit until I felt his load pour down my throat. He let me go to town on his cock, flexing both arms above his head to assert his dominance… a level of masculinity I could never achieve.
It wasn’t long before hot jets if cum were flowing down my throat. I had never experienced a load so big in my life. “Ohhhh fuck… take it…. fuuuuuck” he exclaimed, pushing my head down on his dock in order to cum as deep as possible. When he finally let go I frantically tried to catch my breath while swallowing the remains of his load. That was incredible, I didn’t even care that I haven’t orgasmed. The memory of this moment is enough to make me cum any day I thought. “My girlfriend never sucks my dick like that… holy fuck… you are such a slut… I love it” he says with a huge grin. “Next time see you here, that tight little hole is being fucked… I hope you are ready” he added before grabbing my ass. The feeling of his hand on my ass was enough to make me cum… my thoughts raced. He wants to see me again? Holy crap…. how is this happening. “Yeah… um I… that would be….” before I could finish my nervous reply he interrupted. “See you around bro” with a wink before leaving the shower, wrapping the towel around his waist and out of the shower room.
I would keep going to the gym at the same time forever if it meant the possibility that we would meet again… the possibility that he would fuck me like his dirty little secret.
Thank you to the guy at my gym yesterday, you don’t know it but you made my evening. While I was finishing changing out of my workout clothes in the locker room, you got out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around your waist. Your muscular body contoured by your salt and pepper chest hair was perfect, I tried desperately not to stare for too long due to fear of what you might say if you caught me.
You dropped your towel revealing a thick hung cock hanging freely. My fag mind was racing, wondering how big it would be hard let alone the soft monster that I was drooling over. Desperately wishing I could take a photo to remember this moment and more importantly his perfect body.
Resisting the urge to show him just what my mouth could do, I put on my shirt and left the locker room because I might have been caught with a huge boner. Maybe I would see him again… maybe I would build up the courage to talk to him.
Your good husband likes to play a game. He finds the straightest dude he can find, the absolute bro-est, chad-est, frat-est guy he can find on the campus where he works and seduces them. He does everything he can to make them question their sexuality, make them hard for him, only desire him, want to worship him. Once he gets them past the breaking point, he invites them into his office, where he makes them his. During this time is when you sneak in and your good husband presents you your new pet.
Remember, different cultures have different requirements for a good husband. Don’t be afraid to embrace the cultural differences when training a good husband. Do your research on your new good husband’s culture to find the best way to motivate him to flex.
Training an older good husband can be a rewarding experiencing. The key is to play on his ego. The more you help him feel like manly and masculine, the more he will respond in desirable ways. You know you have been successful when he sends you flex pics everyday no matter what.
It was suppose to be a one night stand, someone you met at the bar when you were feeling a little too frisky. It’s been four years since that morning you first work up to this and you haven’t left since.
