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My Friday Workout

KentuckyPython

KentuckyPython

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Thou art to me a delicious torment.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson​

Okay, this is strange, but it’s a great way to begin my journal for the day. The gym is typically sparsely attended on Fridays. After I finished my cardio, I did my abs routine–it’s becoming more and more frequent these days. I headed to the locker room and stripped out of my sweaty clothes. I had to go. I walked down to the last stall, hung my towel on the hook, and while shaking the drops of piss from the tip, I took my semi-hard dick in my hands. I gave it a few tugs, then decided that I should jump in the shower. I couldn’t wait to get under the water. As it ran through my hair, I was busy working my dick. It didn’t take long to shoot my load and let the white, sticky cum run down the drain. I leaned my head against the wall and let the feeling rush over me with the hot water. I heard the familiar slide of the rings of a shower curtain. I figured it was some guy going into the next stall.

“Sorry, I had to join you,” I knew that voice. I’d fantasized about that guy for months, but he never acknowledged me. He’s a twenty-something muscle bound guy who got through college on a wrestling scholarship. I’m a forty-something bear who’s found his inner gym rat and don’t recall which closet I’ve stored my diploma in. In a single motion, he arms were around my waist and his tongue was making it’s way through my lips. I was hard again and ready to shoot. “No not here,” his hot breath blowing down my neck. As quickly as he came, he was gone. I heard the water in the next stall start. “Yeah, I’m starved. Let’s grab something to eat.” I guess he was talking to me.

I was confused and showered in a stated of confusion. I heard him shut off his shower, and I followed suit. The locker room was empty when we went back in. He grabbed me and kissed me again. We heard the door open, and I was standing in the middle of the floor looking blank and sporting a hard-on beneath the towel. “Michael, I’ll be happy to follow you anywhere,” I thought.

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Part 2​

We took his Harley back to my apartment. “Did my driving scare you,” he asked with a smile. “No, Babycakes, I learned to ride from a Hell’s Angel,” I answered matter-of-factly. He chuckled. “I’m not kidding.” He cocked his head to one side and looked at me inquisitively. He followed me up the stairs–which is all that matters really.

I barely got the door closed before he had me captive in his arms and his tongue in my mouth. Pulling from his embrace, I grabbed this blue t-shirt and literally ripped it from his body. My tongue found his nipples and I sucked them like a man parched from the desert sun who has just come upon a cactus. I began working my way down his torso, but he stopped me. “Let’s do something a little different,” he whispered. I was game for anything at this point. “Strip for me.” I was happy to oblige. I grabbed a CD and started the music. It was Stevie Nicks singing at us. Not exactly stripper music, but I could make it work. I might be a bear, but I always could dance. I turned by back to him at one point, and when I turned back around, he had his dick in his hands slowly stroking it.

Before I dropped my boxer briefs, I decided to do something I’d never done before–and I’ve done quite a bit. I wanted to lap dance this guy. At first neither of us knew exactly what to do. Finally, I found the beat and was able to approximate the moves I’d seen women use in the movies. I was so into my own movements that I didn’t notice anything about him until I felt the wet sticky liquid stream forth onto my leg. I looked him in the eye and smiled. He pushed me over on the couch and began licking his spent seed from me.

As he sucked he kicked off his shoes, socks, and pants. He’d been smart enough not to wear underwear. “I owe you another ride,” he said with a laugh. I wasn’t sure what he meant. I was about to mention my stash of condoms and lube are in the Gashlycrumb Tinies lunch box, but before I could make a noise, he pulled my pants off and lifted me in the air.

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I’ve got a raging hard-on and this guy has me lifted over his head like a barbell. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I was thankful for the fifteen foot ceilings in my apartment. I also never dreamed that he could lift me like that. It was time for the real surprise. He tilted his head back and brought me down a little at a time. Finally, just before it happened, I knew what he was going for. He put my dick in his mouth. That sensation was enough to make me cry out, but what he did next all but caused me to loose consciousness. He began lifting me up and down. He was totally in control of how I was face fucking him. He lifted me high one last time and I was unceremoniously dumped on the couch. I guess he know where his fail point is–well of his muscles at least.

His mouth and knees were fine as he knelt down and took me in his mouth. This time, it was a true blow job, and he had definitely passed his journeyman’s exam. I laid back and enjoyed the attention he was giving me. I grabbed his head to slow him down and get him to take his time. I began to get a little bored as he worked away. “Let’s work on each other,” I said between gasps. He obliged and we lay on the floor servicing each other. He shot first, putting him in the lead temporarily, but I wasn’t far behind to tie the match. While I have no problem swallowing a guy’s cum, he I thought he was going to pull one of my balls out. He wanted every drop that came out.

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Lordy! I haven't had a strong man like that for ages. I think I had better get back to the gym...
Things are getting hotter and sexier. More please!!!

Thanks for the heads up on the new chapters.

Craiger
 
Part 4​

We were both as sweaty as we had been at the gym, and by now I was so hungry I was light headed. We headed to the shower. He washed my hair while I soaped his chest. He made sure my ass was clean for later, and I massaged his back. “Man, I’ve gotta go,” he moaned. I looked at him not understanding. “I need to piss,” he explained. It took some coaxing, but I knelt before him, and he pissed on my head. The warmth of it was a counterpoint to the steamy water than came from the shower. This was my first golden shower, but it won’t be my last. He washed my hair again–another fetish of mine.

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Just to whet your appetites, in future episodes, there's a menage a trois and some bondage.
 
Part 5​

With the smell of delivery pizza still lingering like a haze, I lay over the bed with my hands tied together and ankles locked around his waist while his hands on my ass emulated the beat from the Jamaican funk sounding from the radio. His cock kept rhythm as he fuck me. If I didn’t have a ball gag in my mouth, I would have cried out in ecstatic misery. He tensed. His hands stopped. His load shot out and would have filled me were his hard-on not encased in well lubed latex. “I want to watch you come,” he whispered in my ear before he pulled out.

He released me. My I was rock hard and waiting for his instructions. “Do it,” he ordered. I didn’t understand. “Let me watch you Jack off or I won’t spank you,” he growled. I took my hard-on in hand and began moving it up and down in tune with the music. He watched every stroke like a man fascinated with something he’d never seen before. He picked up the lube and poured it on my hands. I guess he didn’t want me to rub myself raw. He never tried to touch me. He just watched as I stroked and played. Finally, I could hold back no longer and I shot my load. “Catch it,” he ordered. I obeyed. “Now eat it. Show me how good it tastes.” I was happy to comply. He knocked me back and kissed me. If I’d still had my tonsils, he’d have given me an exam.

By this point we were exhausted, and fell asleep with the radio still playing the funk. While Friday ended, Saturday was only hours away.
 
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Lordy, I'd be exhausted too after all the intense activity... What's in store for Saturday??????????????????

Craiger
 
When you literally fucked away your Friday night, it’s difficult to get up before afternoon on Saturday. I woke to the sound of Michael grinding coffee. I staggered naked into the kitchen. He stood there in my silk robe trying to figure out how to operate the French press. I talked him through the steps. “I was going to make pancakes for you, but you don’t have any mix,” he said.

“That’s because I don’t use it. I make things from scratch.” Did I sound bitchy? “I’ll teach you.” Now I’m not used to giving cooking lessons at all–much less naked, but it worked. The look he got on his face when I had him add ginger to the whole wheat flour was precious. “It’s good. I promise.” Then when he wanted the syrup, we had another moment. “I use honey, not syrup.”

“I’ve got to do some errands,” he said sheepishly. “But I’d like to come back later. If you don’t have other plans.”

“No. Yes. Damn,” okay, I wasn’t exactly articulate. “I’d love for you to come back.” Too needy?

“You could come with me if you don’t mind my bike,” he countered.

“ We could take mine instead. It might do you good to ride the bitch seat.”

“Next you’ll ask me to bottom.”
 
“It would do you some good.” To punctuate my statement lightning flashed and thunder clapped immediately behind it. The rain started falling in buckets. “I guess we won’t be doing anything on the motorcycles today,” I said in an almost anticlimactic voice.

“Fuck! I’ve got to go some places.”

“We could take my car.”

“I’ll drive,” he said smiling.

“Nope. It’s my car, and I don’t trust you behind the wheel.”

“What is it?”

“He’s a fully restored, cherry red 1965 Mustang. We’re the same age. You’re not driving it.” There was no question in my voice–no leeway for him.

“Is that your last word?”

“Oh, if you bottom for me, I’d consider it.”

I pay almost as much money to rent the private garage as I pay for my apartment every month. I guess I should consider buying a place. It didn’t take long before I had Michael naked and bent over the hood of my other lover. “Don’t worry Baby, I’ve topped before, and because I’ve bottomed a lot, I know how to top,” I whispered in his ear just before I stuck my tongue in his ass.

Despite himself he let out a groan of pleasure. I ate away for a little bit longer then reached for the lube. Slowly I inserted my thumb. Once he got used to it, I pulled out and went back to work with my tongue. Then it was my index finger followed by more tongue. Two fingers were next. By the time I had three fingers in his ass, he was begging me to fuck him. I obliged. As I pounded away at his ass I sensed that he was truly enjoying being the conquered for a change. I came before I was ready–in fact before I knew it was happening. Being considerate, I turned Michael over ready to blow him off. He’d come too. A pool of his jizz lay on the hood. “If you lick it off, you’ve earned the right to drive it,” I told him.
 
Pretty cool story. I liked him bent over the hood. That had a nice touch to it.
 
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