Last boy in the gym

[d33pInside]

just finished this story. such a fantasy of mine to seduce a big strong straight man. let me know what you think!

I had been living in the suburbs around Jacksonville for the last 4 months. After moving from home, I was living more openly with my lifestyle. There were several people in my inner circle that knew I was bisexual, and likely several more that assumed it. It was a very freeing situation. I had a greater opportunity for hookups living in a bigger city and now didn't have to worry so much about being so quiet that opportunities dissolved. Even so, there was still fun in sneaky hookups, so this particular story was one of my favorite hookups. I fucked a mature, handsome jock in his office and i loved every minute of it.

I had been on Grindr that day looking for a Friday night hookup. There wasn't much that caught my eye, but even so, I like to be prepared. My plan was to leave work, go home and then go to the gym for a few hours before it closed. I kept searching grindr as I left the office just to see if anyone popped up. IF I could find a reason NOT to go to my gym, i would, but no one seemed to be online. A bit disappointed, I got home and decided that I would get ready to go work out, but I would still do my normal hookup prep work beforehand just in case someone messaged me. I was MUCH hornier than normal, so I wanted to keep my options open.

I came home from work and immediately got in my shower. MY routine is important. I like to feel sexy when I'm with a man, and cleanliness is a big part of that. I take a nice hot shower, and give myself a thorough enema while I'm in the shower. After I'm certain that I'm totally clean, I take a dildo and work myself open just a bit. This is a part of prep work that I rather enjoy. The idea is that I can jump right into sex with some of the more endowed men that I am typically attracted to without the slow and tender start. I figured that if I find someone, I can bolt from the gym and head right over. I decided that rather than crossdressing tonight, I would slip on a cute andrew christian jockstrap and play the role of slutty twink. I knew that likely my night would be spent alone, but it was worth a shot.

I drove over to the gym and headed in. This one was a small, private gym that really only had a few members and really strange hours, but the location was phenomenal. Almost perfectly between my office and my apartment. I hadn't been all week and I made it a point to never go a week without at least some visit. Friday nights were not normally my gym nights, but it was a last resort. By the time I got there, I knew they would close in just a few hours. As I pulled in, I saw that there were only three other cars there, and I recognized one of them was the owner.

I had met the owner a few times and he was definitely a very nice man. He struck me as a guy who bought a gym as a midlife crisis. His name was Tommy Chase and he was in his late 40’s. He had gotten out of the corporate world and bought this place with hopes of making it into the best place in town, but I think it consumed too much of his time, and the pandemic was timed at just the wrong place for him. In talks with him, I knew that he was recently divorced, but he was getting along okay. He was tall, probably 6’5” and well built. He didn't look like one of those fake bodybuilders, but you could tell that this was his passion. He had short brown hair, and was clean shaven.

I walked in and sure enough, I saw him there behind the desk. HE waived as I walked in, but he was obviously distracted by something. I am sure that he wasn't too thrilled about only 3 people in his gym tonight. Either way, I went to my locker room and put my bag away and changed into my gym shorts and tank top. There was something sexy about having on my jockstrap while at the gym, but honestly my mind wasn't there. I really did want to knock out a quick workaround before Mr. Chase closed the doors.

He had been helping me and giving me tips for awhile. I assumed that he might suspect I was gay because I had specifically asked him for advice on how I could strengthen my glutes. He had given me some help with a strategy, but was never judgemental about it. The results were paying off. I loved my bubble ass, and it was really starting to grab the attention that I wanted. I had always been skinny and had never really been able to build any sort of physique. I was okay with that. I am six feet tall with only about 165lbs, so any enhancement to my ass was welcome.

I went back out and noticed that one of the other clients had already packed up and left. So it was just me, one other guy finishing up his workout, and Tommy. I put in my airpods and went over to the squat rack.

I had been going for about 15 minutes when I saw the other client start packing up. It was late fall so it was already getting dark outside. I looked over at Mr Chase and as he normally does near the end of the night, he had stepped away from the computer and had come over to use one of the machines. It was just him and I left so it wasn't like he was taking a spot away from a client.

Watching him work was really exciting. He always concentrated so hard on whatever it was he was working on. He was so very well sculpted. I am rarely attracted to older men, and almost never worry about guys that aren't looking for other guys, but I could only desire him as a very sexy man. HE was in a gray tank top, already starting to get wet with sweat, and his black nike gym shorts only came to about mid thigh. His legs were strong and muscular, so they filled up his shorts nicely. I decided that I would go back to focusing on my workout rather than getting caught staring at him. He wasn't one to strike up a conversation, but would always answer any question posed to him.

I carried on and went to a few other stations with the workout plan that he had given me. I used the time to listen to music and just relax. I had decided that I wasn't really going to pursue sex tonight. IT was a bit disappointing because since I had been down here, I had almost exclusively hooked up with guys who asked that I crossdress for them. I loved to crossdress, so I really didn't mind. But i had been on a week long kick about being fucked in a jockstrap. I wanted to get away from the feminine side and enjoy being gay. Although that may sound like a contradiction, to me they are two very different things. Being a twink bottom was a very primal thing. I liked hooking up with men while dressed like a boy because gay sex is just so hot. I know it may sound silly, but i feel like im missing out if i only get fucked in stockings and heels.

I must have let my mind wander about getting fucked because i totally lost track of time. I was using the squat rack and was startled by a massive hand on my shoulder. I looked up and it was Mr Chase. I popped out my airpod and he said, “sorry to scare you, i'm gonna lock up soon, just wanted to give you enough time to change if you needed it,” “Of course, I’m sorry, i just didn't reali-” he cut me off before i could finish. “No need to apologize! I see you doing what I taught you, glad it's working for you,” he was so kind. I stood up off the machine and as I stood next to him, I was taken aback by just how tall and muscular he was. Ive never been the kind of guy turned on by other sweaty guys, but he just exuded ALPHA male in that moment and I swooned a bit. I wondered if the pheromones that supposedly attracted women to the scent of men’s sweat were having an impact on me as a bottom. “Thanks Tommy, i'll head back to the locker room and change then ill be out.” “Sure, take your time, I'm going to tidy up a few things around here,” he said as he locked the front door. I walked back to the locker room as he shut off some of the lights.

 

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The locker room was well lit and well outfitted. I didn't have the dingy nastiness of most of the men's locker rooms that I had been in. I decided I didn't need a shower because I was close enough to home and i didnt want him to wait any longer than he had to. I went over and popped open my locker and got out my bag. I had a change of clothes, a new pair of shoes at that moment, and realized I had a bottle of massage oil leftover in the bag from the last time I was here. The last workout I had done a few weeks ago made me so sore that I decided that I would look for some sort of home remedy for sore muscles. I had stopped by the drug store on the way home and gotten this oil that was supposed to help. I looked at it and laughed, knowing that it wouldn't get any use tonight. I took off my socks and shoes, then proceeded to take off my tank top. As I got ready to change out of my gym shorts, Tommy walked in the locker room with me.

I wasn't used to him being there, but I also had never been there before. I guess it made sense that he would take a shower before heading home. As I saw him get into his locker, it dawned on me that if I changed out of my shorts, there was no way that he wouldn't see me in my slutty jockstrap. I'm sure he had seen men in jockstraps before, but the particular one that I was wearing was meant to draw attention. I have quite the collection of Andrew Christian underwear, and it is definitely form over function. Thin, shiny material with usually pretty bold messaging. This one was glitter and silver, with the bold message of “FUKR” on the back. I wore it to make a statement, so going unnoticed wasn't in the cards. I thought briefly about going to the toilet stall to change, but it came over me that I had nothing to hide.

I was in the mindset that I didn't like people to know that I was sexually adventurous, but the freeness that comes with leaving that behind was exciting each and every time. As I was having this realization, Tommy stood up from the bench and stripped off his shirt. His chest was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. He had just a few small curls of hair on his pecs, but was otherwise smooth. HE didn't look shaved, just naturally little hair. He had broad shoulders, and a staggering physique. He was already barefoot, and he stood there for a second, just in his tight black gym shorts. As he moved to and from his locker, I just admired him. It took all I could do not to let my jaw hit the floor. His legs, his stomach, his arms, everything was sculpted and well maintained. I caught myself wondering what he would look like naked, whether his cock was as magnificent as the rest of his body. My eyes went to his crotch. I imagined what it would look like dropping those tight gym shorts to the floor. As I stared, hungry and horny at his crotch, I saw him turn his head towards me and make eye contact. I quickly looked away to catch my thoughts.

At that moment, I decided that my gym membership here was going to either pay off for me or be canceled tonight. I had never tried to seduce a “straight” man, but this move had been a series of new experiences each day. The stars were perfectly aligned to try this. We were alone, in a locked gym. No cars outside, few lights on, dark outside. I had already prepared myself for sex, and best yet, I had that feeling of slutty confidence. A feeling that only a true faggot queen can carry. I knew that if I presented him with my ass, his alpha male instincts would take over. In just a few seconds, he had gone from gym owner to sexual fantasy, and I knew I had to have him. I had absolutely no idea whether or not he had ever fantasized about another man, but the truth was that i didnt want him to fuck me like a gay man. I wanted him to use me.

He was still standing facing his locker, I was maybe 6 feet away. I stood up from the bench and stretched my arms above my head. I knew that putting my best assets forward would be the best shot I had. I waited until he turned towards me and began to peel down my gym shorts. I started slowly, just so he would be forced to notice my open ass. Once the top of the shorts were just below my ass, I pulled them up enough to cup my cheeks and shake them. I was so proud of the work I had put into shaping up my ass. I thought it was on par with pornstars out there, and I was hoping that he would think so as well.

I made my juicy plump ass bounce using the waistband of my gym shorts. “Mr Chase, I haven't told you how much I appreciate you showing me that workout routine yet, but I think it's paying dividends, don't you?” I said looking back over my shoulder. He looked away from whatever he was searching for in his bag and I could see him gaze at my ass. “Definitely looks like it, you have some good gains from what i can see,” He was at least looking. That was step one. It's all I really needed. I dropped my gym shorts to the floor and stood before him, only in my jockstrap. I spread my legs shoulder width apart and arched my back so that I could look down at my ass. “Gains? Haha, that's one way to say it,” i said with a giggle. He looked away when I made eye contact. I knew I was getting closer.

I was so thankful for the oil that was left in my bag. I grabbed the bottle and decided to up the heat a notch. I pumped a little on my ass then bent over to sit the bottle down on the bench. I had hoped that my asshole showed a little when I bent over. I began to rub the oil into my ass cheeks “the workout does work, but it just makes me so sore. I think this oil helps ease some of the tension out of my ass.” In all the conversations with Tommy about working out my glutes, I had never once called it my ass. My thought was to ratchet up the tension incrementally. Moving from physiological name to the sexual name was a step in that ladder. I moaned as I kneaded my ass cheeks. “This oil does feel good.” I knew the sheen that the oil caused would catch the light exactly how I wanted it to. I wanted my wet shiny ass to have the same effect on him as seeing women's wet shiny pussy.

HE had been looking but wasn't saying anything. From what I knew about seducing straight men, this was all going to plan. I wanted him looking, not thinking or talking. I knew with the right moves, I could get him where I wanted him. I kept rubbing, but now decided to sway my hips left to right. He was still fiddling with his bag, I doubted looking for anything in particular. He was holding his bag directly in front of his crotch, presumably to hide what grew beneath.

This was the moment I decided to make my real move. “The men that fuck me do enjoy rubbing my ass for me. So I think they say thankyou as well," I paused and pulled my cheeks apart just a bit to reveal my hole, now glistening with oil. “Ive always wanted an ass that men wanted to fuck, and thanks to you, i have it,” My voice was as sultry as it had ever been. “That’s great Alex, I'm sure you know that…I...I'm straight,” his pause was all the confirmation I needed. “Mr Chase, of course you are. A big, strong, Alpha male like you would never be gay. But a little twink like me loves being a faggot for strong men.” I turned around and looked at him, biting my lip. My hands still had enough oil on them that I could rub it into my chest. We were now facing each other and it was time for me to close the gap, “how does that make you feel Mr Chase? How does the word faggot make you feel?” I preferred to call him Mr Chase, it sounded superior. I wanted him to know that I wasn't on his level. He was Mr Chase, I and i was Alex the fag.

“I didn't think i was supposed to use that word,” He said. There was no pause or break in his voice. When he spoke before, he sounded like he was unsure, but now I could hear the depth come back into his voice. I wanted him so bad. “Thats because youre a good, strong man Mr Chase, you wouldnt use that word, but straight men use faggots like me all the time,” I strutted towards him, walking with the same gate i would as if i was wearing heals. He sat the bag down on the bench and stood up straight, his frame towering over mine as i closed in on him, “i dont want you to be gay Mr Chase, I just want you to use a faggot to make yourself feel good,” saying those words made me incredibly hard. Normally i wore a chastity cage when i fucked, but i dint have one on this time. Even so, I had the dick of a bottom, so it was only about 6” erect, and my jockstrap meant he never even had to see it. He could leave my underwear on and still take me how I wanted.

I placed my hands on his chest and looked him in the eyes, his erection was prominent through his gym shorts. “Powerful men like you Mr chase have always been able to fuck faggots like me, and i like that.” I felt his chest, it was sweaty and hard. I moved my hands up to his broad strong shoulders “i want you to use me like a fuck toy, make yourself cum, and then we both go home, how does that sound?” I was licking my lips, my oily chest now pressed against him. I slid my hands down his muscular arms, grabbed his wrists and then placed them on my ass. “Will you use my faggot ass Mr Chase? You helped me so much, I want to thank you.” My voice was soft and sultry. As soon as his massive hands grabbed my ass, he squeezed. I bit my lip and moaned. I knew that I was about to reap the benefits.

 

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“Mr Chase?” I whispered to get him to look away from my ass and look me in the eye, “Can I please suck your cock?” He didn't take very long at all to look at me and say a soft, low “Yesss,” in his deep growling voice. I was in. I lowered myself to my knees. I arched my back so that he could continue to look at my ass as much as he wanted. I rubbed my hands over his stomach to tease him. Slowly, I slid my hands up the bottom of his shorts until I felt it.

His dick was already throbbing when I felt it. It was warm and hard and I could already tell it was thick. I stroked it just a little through his pants leg before I grabbed his waistband. I slowly peeled down Mr Chase’s pants to see a tuft of well maintained pubic hair. I could tell he had trimmed it recently. I paused to kiss it, prolonging his anticipation. I wanted him so eager to fuck something that his inhibitions would be totally gone. After a brief kiss to his pubic hair, I pulled his shorts down to reveal exactly what I had been waiting on.

Already erect, his cock popped out of his gym shorts the moment the tip cleared the waistband. It was all I had hoped for. Thick, and long with a slight curve to the right. The head of his dick was the same thickness as the rest of it, which was typical amongst cocks of his size. Before I could even put it in my mouth, he put his head back and sighed, i could tell he had been waiting on a blowjob for a long time. His hands were at his side. I reached up and grabbed the base. I could easily have fit both my hands on it and still had a few inches left over. Without any further delay, I did what I do best, and slipped my lips around his hard dick.

He moaned and sighed in pleasure. HE was looking straight ahead, but had his eyes closed, his hands still at his side in pleasure. I sucked and stroked him. I could barely fit his thick manhood in my mouth as I opened my jaw as wide as I could. I wanted him to feel as much pleasure as possible, so I swirled my tongue around the tip in my mouth, and made sure to keep my hand working the base of his thick shaft. I knew it would take a second to break the ice initially, but I wanted to get him more involved, so I kept the dialogue going. “Do you like my slutty mouth Mr Chase?” I kept stroking him as I took a second to ask him that question. Dirty talk always got me off, and if I could get him involved, I knew he would really latch on. “Fuck yessss..” he moaned. With that i went back to sucking, rewarding him for his answer. I dialed up the nastiness and began to deepthroat. I gagged and drooled on his wonderful cock. It really did fill up my entire mouth.

In his first act of engagement, he placed his hand on the back of my head. At first he applied almost no pressure, just a guide. The erotic sense of knowing that he could at any time force my face all the way down his long shaft with his sheer strength was sexy. I loved knowing that men could overpower me, and there was no doubt that he could. His hand followed my head as I sucked and licked his cock. He was now looking down at me and breathing heavily. His mouth was agape. I knew that I had a good head. I was proud of my abilities, and I doubted that he ever had a boy suck him off, but at that moment, my job was to make him not care. I still had my back arched and my ass poked out so that he could look down and see it. I wanted him to know that all of me belonged to him.

Even still, I wanted him more involved. I didn't want him to simply be a passenger, I wanted him to take charge. I've learned that with guys that are newer, sometimes I need to “top from the bottom.” With his hand on the back of my head, I pulled away and looked directly at him. “Will you please fuck my faggot mouth Mr Chase?” As soon as the words left my mouth, I stopped stroking him, placed my hands on my oily chest, and opened my mouth with my tongue out. I had been the one actively providing him with pleasure to this point, but now I was stopping. HE had to take what he wanted. “Fucckkkkk…” he moaned. With my mouth still open, I felt his hand come to life. He pushed my face down his dick. I kept my mouth open and tongue out to know that this was an open invitation to fuck it.

As I I felt the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat I let out a small gag, and that was what he needed. He began to slowly withdraw his dick, his hand staying stationary to keep my head still. He then re-entered my mouth; this time using his hips. He found the same spot in my throat, eliciting the same gag. He repeated this over and over, picking up the pace each time. He was now taking control from me. “Fuckkk yessss….” he said through closed teeth. No longer was I topping from the bottom. This was exactly what I wanted; I was the bitch in the room with 9” of alpha male cock down my throat.

I rubbed my chest while he fucked my throat. I did my best to not break eye contact as my way of voicing my approval to him. My dick was swelling within my jockstrap, I was in my natural state as a fucktoy, all was right with the world. He took a brief break from skull fucking me to pull his dick back out. I caught my breath and tried to push him even further. “Tell me you like fucking my faggot mouth Mr Chase…” i said, short of breath. I wanted to get in a dialogue with him. In my experience, getting a guy to talk meant that they would start acting on the things they were saying.

“I love that faggot mouth Alex.” His response was quick, I took that as if he was starting to feel it too. I wanted to capitalize.

“I’m not alex tonight Mr Chase, i’m just faggot.” I wanted him to view me as a nameless fuckhole. I said it as I bit my lip.

“I like that….faggot.” he said. I wanted to reward him for graduating to dom so I immediately went back to sucking him. This time using my hands and really moving quickly. Thai was the moment where i wanted to give him the best head of his life. “Yeeessss. Suck my dick faggot…” again he said, gritting his teeth. Just to keep him guessing, i decided that his low hanging balls needed attention. I pulled away from his cock and lowered myself so that i could take them both in my mouth. They were large, and well groomed. I knew that he had been sweating, but that turned me on even more. The sweat of a strong and powerful man like him was like perfume to me in that moment. I used my other hand to stroke him.

The advantage of sucking his balls was that I could more easily speak. I didn't want the dialogue to lose momentum. “I want you to spit on my faggot whore face Mr Chase” I said with a mouth full of balls. His response was quick and forceful. He used his other hand to grab me by the jaw, keeping his second hand on the top of my head. I felt him move my face away from his crotch as he turned it upwards to look at him. He bent at the waist and looked at me before launching a wad of spit that landed right below my eye. “Fuck you faggot.” I smiled and let out a sext moan/sigh combo. I wanted him more than ever. “Yes sir Mr Chase,” again, i decided that i should reward him with pornstar head for giving me the disprect i wanted. I drooled and gagged all over his dick, my mouth now covered with a concoction of both our saliva.

In the first move he really made on his own all night, he pulled me away by my head and sat down on the bench. HE pulled me forward towards his ballsack causing me to fall on my hands and knees. He wanted my face buried in his balls. His erect cock now leaned against my face. I loved feeling the warmth emanating from it as his girthy dick touched my face. While I sucked his meaty balls, I took my hand and stroked his shaft. “Fucking stroke it bitch,” he leaned his head back. I knew that making him verbalize things would work. I hoped he knew that I didn't just want to blow him tonight, so I took a break from stroking him to slide my hand down to my ass. Since I was now on all fours, my back was arched and my ass stood prominently up in the air. I slid a finger in my asshole so that he could see. “Fuckkk…” he moaned. I could see that he was looking at what I was doing.

 

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“I want you to fuck my faggot ass Mr Chase, i want you to fill me up.” I said, my voice muffled by balls. I pulled away as far as his hand would allow me. “Will you please use my faggot asshole to make your big dick cum Mr Chase?” I said as I furiously fingered my asshole with two fingers. “Get up,” he pulled me up by the neck. I smiled as he moved me around like a rag doll. I was beyond turned on as he made me feel totally powerless. His raw strength was fueled by all the extra testosterone and he had basically become a savage. I was just along for the ride.

We both stood up. He kept his hand on my shoulders, standing behind me. I felt his cock pressing against the small of my back, reminding me of just how tall he actually was. He moved his hand from my shoulders down across my chest, totally enveloping me. He pulled me into him and then growled into my ear “come with me….” he grabbed the oil off the bench and pushed me forward, still pulling me against his body.

I had thought that we would just fuck on that bench, or possibly standing up in the lockerroom, but now he was leading me somewhere, and i had no idea where. My heart was racing, my small dick was pressing hard against the inside of the jockstrap, almost to the point of aching. We walked out of the locker room and back into the gym. His arm was still across my chest, and he was leading me from behind. His other hand held the bottle of oil. I was staggered as I walked, trying to manage the weight and strength of his body mixed with the fact I had no knowledge of where he was taking me. My arms went back and forth between hanging on his arm, rubbing his back or grabbing his hard cock as we walked.

He took me behind the counter through a door into his office. He closed the door behind us and flipped on the lights. The office was small but cozy. Obviously he had papers strewn across a desk with an open laptop,what looked to me like a disorganized mess. But what caught my eye was the old leather couch he had stuffed against the wall on the other side of the room. No sooner did I see the couch than did he violently turn me around, and press my head like a doll back down. I was immediately back on my knees again and now pressed against the wall. Before I could even get more dirty talk out of my mouth, Mr Chase had shoved his rock hard cock back into my mouth. The back of my head was pressed against the wall, so his powerful strokes meant that I just had to manage his size all on my own. I was getting the feeling that he liked hearing me gag. He ruthlessly fucked my throat while i struggled to keep up with him. I was so happy to be his fucktoy at this moment. I felt like I had set off a bomb. I doubted that he thought of me as a person, let alone a man. He pulled his cock out of my mouth after a short period of time, allowing me to gasp for air. I took a big breath and smiled to let him know that I approved of his treatment of me. As I sat leaning against the wall, catching my breath, he stood over me now stroking his manhood, still dripping from my consistent gagging.

Without any warning whatsoever; I again felt my massive hand wrap around my throat. Not so gently, he lifted me back up. I stood in front of him, still about 6 inches shorter than him. With his hand wrapped around my throat, he again growled “fucking faggot…” and spit directly in my open mouth. “ ah-ha!” All I could do was giggle and smile. I was so happy to have coaxed this animal out of him. “Make me your faggot whore Mr chase!!” I was done whispering. I screamed my wish at him. He still held me by the throat. He used only his powerful wrist to turn my entire body towards the couch. Again, he pulled my body into his from behind me. He squeezed my throat and tilted my head back, causing me to arch my back and grind my bare ass into his hard cock. His face was against my ear when he told me “give me that asshole faggot.”

He slapped my ass so hard that I felt that I was going to break. I gasped again. I was simply not used to having a top so powerful and full of rage. I knew that the fucking i was about to receive was going to make me sore in the morning, and i couldnt be more ready for it. HE threw me towards the couch. I fell forward with my hands grabbing the back and my knees on the couch itself. I laid my face on the backrest, and reached back to pull my supple cheeks apart for him. For the first time, he was able to see my pink hole, oily and awaiting him.

“Make me your faggot bitch Mr Chase,” I said with a needy whine in my voice. Presenting my vulnerable and soft hole to another man was one of my favorite parts of sex. “Fuck me please Mr Chase, Please Fuck me!” I was now screaming. I felt another squirt of oil from that bottle directly on my asshole. I didn't know how much experience he had with anal, but i'm glad he knew that a cock like his needed lube, and lots of it.

“Fuck…” he growled again. Just to put the finishing touches in my seduction, I winked my asshole at him a few times to let him know I was receptive. As I felt his large strong hand press on the small of my back, I knew the next few seconds would be bliss. His large and prominent cock head pressed against my soft hole. Being an experienced bottom, I knew that the proper technique is to press out as he presses in to relax your muscles. I’m thankful for all the experience I had gathered because I had worked this man into a rage. His cock penetrated my anus, and slipped deeper and deeper; stretching everything it touched all the way in. “Ahhhhhhhhhh….” I moaned. I moved my hands away from my ass cheeks and let them collapse on his cock, hopefully providing some cushion for the relentless pounding I anticipated.

As he bottomed out, he let out another sigh. His idk was immense. It was all that I could feel. I felt as if he was going to break through into my lungs. I had not had a man so deep inside me in a very long time. I’m a total anal whore, and this moment was why I did what I did. I was totally satisfied at that moment. My face was covered with his spit, my throat sore from the fucking he gave it. I’m sure there was a large red handprint on my ass from the slap he did before he threw me on the bed, and now a man that could easily dominate me and toss me around the room like nothing was going to treat me like his personal fleshlight.

His stroke was slower at first, he was breathing heavily; no doubt feeling my ass clench around his cock. “Ohhhh Mr chase! You’re stretching me out so goooood!” Everything I said was a whine at this point. “Fucking bitch.” His teeth were gritted as he began to pick up his stroke. He had both hands now grabbing large chunks of my sweet, bubbly ass. “Fuck me how a man should fuck a faggot!” I screamed. My eyes were closed and my mouth was open. Everything I did pressed him to go harder and faster.

“Show me your asshole faggot, show me your hole.” I peeled my cheeks apart again and felt him withdraw. I relaxed my ass as much as I could to give him the gape that he wanted to see. “You are such a little faggot aren’t you?” He said as I’m sure my asshole was now gaping for him. “Yes I am Mr chase. I’m your faggot hole!” I was enthusiastic in my answer. He must have approved, because he grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks even further, now launching another giant wad of spit directly on my asshole. “Yeah, that’s my hole bitch.”

He slid back in. This time much more forcefully. He was stroking me using his powerful legs. Each stroke had an upward angle that forced me to moan to cope with his size. I was enjoying every second. I’m sure a more inexperienced bottom would have been uncomfortable, but I pride myself on being a slut for horse cocked men. This was where I shined.

He grabbed my jockstrap and then used his other hand to pull my hair. His fucking was now hard and fast. I was moaning and shouting loudly, “YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME, YES!!” I would have loved to get more directed dirty talk out, but I couldn’t muster full sentences. I was almost to the point that I was going to cum if he kept going, which would have been almost a new record for how quickly a man made me squirt.

Before I could drop my load, he pulled out and slapped my ass again hard. I was still moaning hard through my panting. He was coming into his own. “Who owns this ass faggot?” He slid two huge fingers into my gaping ass. “You…..do …….Mr …….chase…..” I said using every bit of breath I could muster. While I was still panting, he wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled me up to his face. “I asked who owns you bitch.” I gulped and responded “I’m your bitch Mr chase.”

 

[d33pInside]

He grabbed my hair and pulled my face back towards his dick. Going ass to mouth is something that I have done before, but it's typically reserved for moments when I really know my top. None of that mattered. I was in another state. I was nameless, meaningless faggot. My feelings and desires and reservations didn't matter. I opened my mouth and slid his cock back in. I tasted the oil and sweat, all of it tasted so good to me. “Fucking slut,” he siad with a slight chuckle. I moaned with a mouth full of dick. He didn't wait very long before pulling me back away and spitting in my face yet again. “How does your ass taste bitch?” He was glistening with sweat. “It tastes like faggot Mr Chase!” I said gleefully. He smiled. I felt as if my job was to make him smile. “Thankyou for letting me clean your cock Mr Chase, will you please fuck my asshole again?”

He threw my face down towards the side of the couch so that I was now laying belly down longways on the sofa. I propped myself up a bit and poked my ass up in the air, once again presenting him with my soft boy hole for penetration. As my tender hole awaited his hard pummeling, I looked up at him, made eye contact and bit my lip. I wanted more. He mounted me by throwing one leg on either side of me and using one foot to stand on the ground. He used one hand to grab the armrest and balance himself, the other was free to choke me if he wished. He slid into my asshole easily now that he had already stretched me.

I was now forced to deal with his strokes with the couch below me, I couldn't pull away to cope with his size. He was large enough and hard enough that he was able to stroke at an upward angle, not down into the couch. His cock was entering my asshole and going upwards, parallel to my spine. I loved it. He was pressing into me and causing my entire lower half to spasm with pleasure. He was using his other hand to press my face into the couch, muffling my screams of pleasure. I was incoherently shouting “FUCK YES ME FUCK ME YES FUCKING YES” in random order. Every nerve in my body was firing with intense pleasure.

His pummeling on the couch lasted for a few minutes before he decided again to move us. “Get on your knees bitch.” He stood and pointed to the floor like a master with his dog. I obliged without question. Again, his dick met my lips before I even had time to gather my thoughts. I was exhausted at this point. I could barely breathe. I gave him as much sucking as I could between gasps for air. I was thankful that he was now fucking my face, so that i didnt have ot exert any extra effort. I thought that I was on the verge of passing out, and thought how wonderful it would be to faint from dick this good.

After a few moments of sucking, He got on his knees on the floor behind me. I could now really tell a difference between the size of his frame and mine now that we were no longer standing. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and slid his dick back into my now loose hole. With one hand wrapped around my throat, he pulled my face close to his. I could feel his breath with every stroke. I screamed, he moaned. This angle meant that his entire cock and all the thrust behind it was going directly into my prostate. I knew that i was seconds away from cumming. “MR. CHASE. IM. GOING. TO. CUM. IM. GOING. TO. CUM” I moaned on repeat between his strokes.

My dick had not played a part in this encounter at all, which was just how I liked it. Even as close as I was to nutting, my dick was totally soft in my jockstrap now. I, like some men, do not keep an erection when I take anything annally. The size of the object in my ass restricts blood flow to my cock and I go soft. That mixed with the mental distraction of no longer thinking about my dick means that I shrink and shrivel. That however, doesnt stop me from having an orgasm.

In a surprise move, he used his other hand to slide down and grab the pouch of my jockstrap with my dick in it. His hands were so large and I had now shrunk to nothing. His palm totally engulfed my entire dick. “Are you gonna cum with the my dick in your ass faggot?” HE whispered in my ear. That set me over the edge. He never stopped his strokes. I could feel the lower portion of my body beginning its release “ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh” I moaned. I gushed every bit of cum out of my tight ball sack into my jockstrap. This feeling was total ecstasy. He was still holding my dick as I was shooting. “Immmmmm cummmmminnnngggg…” I said weakly. My body went limp.

When he knew that I was done. HE pulled his now sticky hand away from my pouch and put it in front of my face. “Lick your cum up faggot” i stuck My tongue out and tasted my salty cum from his hand. I lapped it up like a puppy. My jockstrap was still wet and dripping the gooey cum, and even though he had paused, his dick was still deep inside my asshole. I had been on many slutty adventures, but this was nearing the pinnacle of whoredom.

Without any warning, he pressed my body to the ground, holding onto my shoulders. He pulled out and got to his feet. I was now on all fours on the ground, he towered over me. He bent down and once again, slid his cock into my now gaping hole. MY back was arched because of the natural difference in being on my elbows in the front and my knees in the back. He had his strong hands on my shoulder and was generating his stroke from his muscular thighs. Again, the pummeling was channeled straight into my prostate. With each stroke, he milked more cum from my draining cock. My jockstrap was drenched and overflowing into the floor of his office.

I could feel his stroke tightening, I knew that he was almost there. Drawing on every bit of energy I had left in me, I faintly said “please give me your cum Mr Chase..” He had no response besides a growl. “I want to taste your cum.” His strokes became harder and deeper. He was clapping my cheeks with what I knew were his final power strokes. I had no choice but to take it like a good bitch, even if I had tapped out at this moment, he would not have stopped.

As his breath became louder, he growled, quickly standing up. He again grabbed my hair and pulled me with him. He stood tall and strong, stroking his dick furiously. HE pressed my face into his balls to suck those to completion. I gleefully did my job and took his sweaty balls into my mouth. I stared up at him as his stroked, my face still covered with his spit. After just a few seconds, he pushed my face away from his balls and let out a viking growl.. “ARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!” HE held the top of my face a few inches from his cock and let loose his eruption.

The first sight was a small trickle that leaked from the tip. I opened my mouth in anticipation. The next volley was absolutely launched. It was a comet with a tail that landed on my forehead and left a streak across my eye and down to my mouth. I tasted cum. It was quickly followed by another of equal size that landed directly in my eye and trailed down into my open mouth. A third on my nose that finished in my mouth. Before the final few blasts could come, I broke away from his grasp and sucked him. I felt one more spasm with one more solid shot of cum into my mouth. I looked up at him while I stroked and sucked, revitalized by his semen.

My face was a mess. Three large gobs of cum strewn from my forehead down to my mouth mixed with the spit that he had added throughout the evening. Once I had his attention, I pulled away, opened my mouth to show him his cum. Then I closed my mouth and swallowed. The taste of his pure testosterone ladened seed was better than anything I ever had. “Thankyou for giving me your cum Mr Chase…” I said softly. “Fucking faggot….” he whispered through gasps for air. “I love being your faggot Mr Chase.” I was still on my knees as I took my hand away from his cock and rubbed my chest.

In his office, the dichotomy between the two men couldn't have been more stark. He stood, tall and powerful, glistening with sweat. Huge cock no longer hard but still proud and full with a tinge of semen dripping from the tip. Compare that to me. Kneeling in front of him. Hair a mess from being grabbed, face coated with semen, which now was dripping down to my chest. My small frame and skinny chest still covered with oil. My jockstrap was still on, covering my small inadequate cock, however the front was soaked from my own jizz as now it was dripping down my leg. And of course my ass; cheeks red from a hard slap and hole was stretched, puffy and tender. I had been used, and i couldn't have been happier.

 

[d33pInside]

He wiped his face down with a t-shirt he had on his desk. “I didnt know you were such a fag,” he said, the change in his voice meant he was coming back down to earth. I stood up. “Yeah, and now youve made me your faggot…'' I placed my hand on his chest as I walked to the door. I swayed my hips as I walked past, just letting him know that I was receptive to the next time he needed something.

As I walked out of his office nearly naked and strutted towards the locker room, I couldn't have been happier. I didn't expect a date like this tonight, but I had more than I ever had wanted. I heard him following me so I reached down and jiggled my ass cheeks just to show him I was still playful. “I told you men like what you've done for me…” I said with a giggle.

We entered the locker room and he went straight towards the showers. I wanted one more surprise before I left for the night. I grabbed my bag and took out my shorts and began to slide them on. “Are you not going to take a shower?” He asked, puzzled. “No Mr Chase, I like wearing your cum so much that I think I'll take it back home with me…..” With just my shorts and my slides on, I grabbed my bag and keys and walked out. “Thanks for a great evening Mr Chase, call me if you ever want some faggot ass again…” I pulled my pants back down and wiggled for him before blowing him a kiss. He smiled and said “see you again soon bitch…” I walked out and proudly strutted towards the door, unlocked it and walked outside, wearing another man’s cum proudly.

 

[Newmercedes]

He wiped his face down with a t-shirt he had on his desk. “I didnt know you were such a fag,” he said, the change in his voice meant he was coming back down to earth. I stood up. “Yeah, and now youve made me your faggot…'' I placed my hand on his chest as I walked to the door. I swayed my hips as I walked past, just letting him know that I was receptive to the next time he needed something.

As I walked out of his office nearly naked and strutted towards the locker room, I couldn't have been happier. I didn't expect a date like this tonight, but I had more than I ever had wanted. I heard him following me so I reached down and jiggled my ass cheeks just to show him I was still playful. “I told you men like what you've done for me…” I said with a giggle.

We entered the locker room and he went straight towards the showers. I wanted one more surprise before I left for the night. I grabbed my bag and took out my shorts and began to slide them on. “Are you not going to take a shower?” He asked, puzzled. “No Mr Chase, I like wearing your cum so much that I think I'll take it back home with me…..” With just my shorts and my slides on, I grabbed my bag and keys and walked out. “Thanks for a great evening Mr Chase, call me if you ever want some faggot ass again…” I pulled my pants back down and wiggled for him before blowing him a kiss. He smiled and said “see you again soon bitch…” I walked out and proudly strutted towards the door, unlocked it and walked outside, wearing another man’s cum proudly.

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