Gym Bro’s Monster Cock Owns My Willing Ass

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.”

I pulled off long enough to gasp, “Please fuck me. Right here. I want my ass owned.”

Marcus’s eyes darkened. “Say it again.” “I want you to own my ass.”

He hauled me up, spun me toward the wooden bench between the lockers. “Hands on the wood. Spread.”

I obeyed, chest flat, ass lifted. Marcus grabbed the small bottle of lube he’d pulled from his bag. He slicked two fingers and pressed them to my hole, working them inside with slow, twisting pressure. The stretch burned, then bloomed into heat. I pushed back, taking him to the knuckles.

“Greedy,” he murmured, adding a third finger, scissoring me open until my rim fluttered.

Then he replaced his fingers with the blunt head of his cock. One steady push and he was inside, sliding deep in a single, deliberate thrust until his hips met my cheeks. The fullness knocked the air out of me. He held there, letting me feel every thick inch, then began to move—long, powerful strokes that slapped skin against skin.

Standing doggy over the bench, Marcus gripped my hips and drove into me with heavy, rhythmic force. Each thrust punched a moan from my chest. I braced harder, pushing back to meet him, greedy for every inch.

“Harder,” I begged.

He pulled out only to flip me onto the floor, lifting my legs until my knees were pinned beside my ears in a full nelson. My hole, already gaping and slick, welcomed him back in one smooth plunge. From this angle he nailed my prostate with every downward drive. I could feel my own cock leaking against my stomach, untouched.

“Deeper,” I gasped. “Fuck me harder, Marcus.”

He did. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. His balls slapped my ass with every punishing stroke. The locker-room lights blurred as he used me, owning every spasm and clench of my hole. My moans grew louder, shameless.

Marcus’s rhythm faltered. He pulled out at the last second, fisting his cock above my spread cheeks. Thick ropes of cum painted my gaping hole and lower back in hot, heavy splatters. He kept stroking until every drop was spent, breathing hard.

Then he eased my legs down, helped me stand, and kissed me slow and deep, tasting the sweat on my lips. Both of us already knew the gym would be closing again tomorrow.