Gym Bro’s Monster Cock Owns My Willing Ass
Gym bro Marcus rails Jake’s eager ass with his huge cock.
I had been grinding through sets on the incline bench when Marcus walked in for the first time. Twenty-five, built like he lived in the gym, he wore nothing but gray sweats that clung to an unmistakable bulge. The second his eyes caught mine I felt my pulse shift. He grinned, nodded toward the free barbell, and said, “You gonna help me rack this or just stare?”
We started talking between sets. Marcus was blunt. “These pants don’t leave much to the imagination, huh?” “Not much,” I admitted, wiping sweat off my forehead. “Looks like you’re packing serious weight.”
He chuckled low. “Eight inches soft, thicker than most guys hard. You ever taken something that size?” My mouth went dry. “Been craving exactly that for weeks. Something thick that’ll make me feel it the next day.”
Marcus’s gaze dropped to my ass, then flicked back up. “Keep talking like that and we’ll end up testing the theory tonight.”
The gym closed at eleven. By the time the last member left, the fluorescent lights hummed over empty benches and the smell of disinfectant hung in the air. Marcus and I lingered, peeling off our shirts in the locker room. He stepped into the open shower area first, water sluicing over slabs of muscle. I followed, hard already, watching the heavy swing between his thighs grow heavier.
Marcus turned, soap sliding down his abs. “You still want that stretch you were bragging about?” “Yes,” I said, voice rough.
He reached down, freed his cock. It was heavy, veined, already fattening past nine inches. He let it slap against his palm. “On your knees then.”
I dropped without hesitation. The tile was cold under my shins. Marcus fed me the thick head, stretching my lips until my jaw ached. Spit ran down his shaft as I took him deeper, throat working around that blunt crown. He groaned, one hand resting on the back of my head, guiding me without forcing. I gagged, pulled back, strings of saliva connecting my mouth to his cock, then dove again.
“Fuck, Jake,” he breathed. “You’re hungry for it.”
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