The Workout

I remember this shared moment with John vividly. I was at the gym after a workout. I had pushed myself hard. There are lots of mirrors at the gym I use. I love looking buff. John was also working out, but lifted considerably more than me, just bigger all around. I've stroked to enough gay porn that I suspected he was also bigger below the belt. I complemented him on how much weight he was using on the leg press. Mostly I am mum in the gym because, well, I do watch a lot of gay porn so it feels a little awkward to make any comments.

I wasn't sure if he was watching me at all. What I do to really push myself is to think of fucking and getting fucked. I don't think about women at all, just two guys fucking like animals. That really helps get me to a deep exhaustion. Some of my grunts are the same as during sex (but only I know that, I think).

I took my shower. I love to get all soapy and touch anything. I do not look around. I had a good overall muscle burn, but it was even more in my glutes.

I put on my lace bikini panties. If anything I own it's to advertise, "fuckable gurl", it would be my underwear. I snapped them in place.

John slapped my ass. "Good workout?"

After a little jump, I said, "Yeah, pretty good. Got a bit of a burn in my glutes."

"Excellent. I did too!" We smiled at each other like best friends.

We nodded. He leaned in to whisper, "You want to continue a workout? The last reps make all the difference."

I nodded, "I believe you, but I need to get home to my husband in a half hour."

He slapped my ass again, but lighter, "Understood. I live a half block away. It is just a simple routine, a classic."

That sounded interesting, so I agreed.

His place was three doors down, no need to drive. The place had all kinds of weight equipment around. It kind of smelled like a gym too. There were pictures of very buff guys on the walls in tight outfits that let you know they also had big cocks. The thing though that really caught my eye was there were condoms on almost every surface, and 3 or 4 bottles of silicon lube. He wasn't shy about being sexually active.

"Come over here to this wall and put your hands above your head, wrists together."

That struck me as an odd request, but whatever. He then pinned my wrists with one of his much larger hands. With the other he cupped my balls. I could have collapsed but he was holding me up.

John leaned his body into mine, then whispered into my ear, "Safe, sane, and consensual my tight little gym bitch. It is a simple routine: I fuck you, a classic stronger man mounting the pussygurl. I like fucking firm gym pussy."

My loins felt so hot so full of blood I couldn't think.

"Now I am going to kiss my married firm gym buddy." He said this so slowly and deliberately, I was having trouble staying on my feet. "If you kiss back, I will consider that consent to fuck your pussy."

He leaned in an paused just as our lips touched. And then I was smashing into his kiss, mouth open, tongue everywhere. It was the clearest consent signal I could give. As we made out, I noticed his place had no AC. Our bodies were so close together we already making sex sweat.

He pulled on my hair and returned to making out like strong men. Even his tongue felt strong. He still had my wrists pinned against the wall.

"Suck my cock bitch," he ordered.

I dropped to my knees. I hadn't scoped out his cock. Now the bulge was the center of my world. He had a wide one. I licked him through his classic white underwear, to get a sense of his cock. He also felt long. I had to see his head, so peeled back his underwear...uncut. I love a dom top whose cut. I tongue the head of his cock, but he was already nearly stiff, so just took him down to the base.

"Aw fuck, you little tight fucking bitch" John said...it was a compliment."Lying hungry pussygurls. Roll the cameras." I only found out later John liked to tape his sexual conquests. Mostly for his own JO, but if something was particularly good, he would check about sharing it with others. I was too busy focusing on getting a little air and not gagging too much.

I don't even remember how we got completely naked so fast, but there we were, me sucking on his hog, and he was now fondling my ass with his strong hands. He used the closest pump bottle of silicon-based lube. I could hear the little pump go, and then he was circling my cunt with his middle finger. He pressed and my twat gave no resistance to his well-lubed finger.

"You fucking bitch," and John pressed his finger in deep. I could feel he biceps power a deep finger fuck, lifting up my ass. I almost forgot I was gagging on his cock. I picked up the speed of the head bobs. Such a wonderful feeling: mouth full of cock, my cunt getting finger-slammed.

"You fucking bitch" as John worked in two fingers. Christ his fingers were fat. It was on the edge of hurting. I went so deep on his cock I tried to lick his balls. I am not sure if it works, his fingers in my pussy were intense.

"You fucking bitch" as John got in the third finger. That did smart, but the burn was not too bad and I was crazy horny so didn't care.

"Get off my cock you cunt," John ordered, pulling me by the hair.

Off of him I did go.

"Now get on all fours looking that way."

I complied. I still stayed in character, so felt a little fear as he positioned himself behind me. I felt his hard cock rub my ass cheek, then his cock head touch my dangling ovaries. A strong hand gripped my shoulder as his cock head touched the target of my opened pussy.

"I promised to fuck your cunt," and with one push, he was in. I was moaning, he was grunting from the fuck, it was just intense. There was the sweat of our bodies, we were both working the fuck, extending the workout. I could feel him building up to his climax. That was the picture, John cumming in my pussy. He not only has a big, cut cock, but also makes a sea of semen. He had a good dozen or more spasms. What a stud.

 The lube did get used well. I didn't see any tissues for wiping up the mess he left deep up my twat. I asked him about it.

"Oh no, boy. You have to wear my cum home. He won't notice, but you will. Go put on you very gay bikini briefs," as he patted my ass. 

Could I get away with that? I shook my head at my situation, worn out from a good workout at the gym and a better one here at John's. I did love the idea of his load leaking out of me. I got dressed and when to give him a peck, but we ended up with another deep French kiss that got my head spinning because it was lighter and his semen was trickling down my inner thigh.

Epilog

I told the husband it was the best workout ever. I did not tell him why. It turns out the place John and I fucked was not John's place at all. One of the older members of the gym has money and is into gym sex. He pays for the place, the charge being the little camera show. It is that old perv that goes through the footage to try and pick out the best picture. Now when I work out, the only thing I listen for is guys talking about visiting that place. Everyone in the know knows I am a willing slut. I still like looking at that image of John releasing into me.