Derek the Gym Voyeur

His dick was fat – probably 7 1/2 to 8 inches long but also fat. Not however quite as fat as mine and my length didn’t far exceed his. Yet when he saw mine he gasped, probably for what he knew would be the impact on his rarely used hole.

The fur on his chest was trimmed short but thick and the trail down the cleft between his abs narrowed as it approached his narrow waist line. Then in a great thatch his bush blossomed out, down and around that fat cock. The color contrast with his untanned skin on that part of him seemed to accentuate his already bold Adonis belt. Below his impressive member hung two larger than average and very hairy balls. My assumption, based on his extreme muscularity, of steroids seemed refuted by those two large signs of his manhood.

He had a sheen of sweat. "Did you rush here so fast that you haven't even had time to cool down?"

"I don't expect to cool down anytime soon," he answered gravely, his eyes smoldering, still locked on my own hard dick jutting forth. Then he seem to regain himself a little and looked up at me with a taunting smirk. "How many men turn and run when they see that thing?"

"None today, at least not yet," I answered and quickly followed it with, "Are you planning to be the first?"

Derek was the guy I had seen beating his meat at the urinal when I had fucked the other muscle sub in the stall a day before. When I’d left the stall and saw him I had a momentary worry about a complaint and so invited him to leave his number at the gym desk. He had in the form of a message for me: “I heard you get great results. Derek” and his number. I gave him points for the clever phrasing.

The text I sent was met with eagerness. How could I pass up another muscle sub? We got the affirmations of being clean, on PreP and vaxxed out of the way efficiently.

His arrival had been surprisingly speedy. He undressed immediately upon entering my modest house. Perhaps in response to me answering the door completely naked and boned.

He smirked again, trying to deliver a look of determination, almost verging on rage. "I'm no pussy," he asserted defiantly. And then, a bit less defiantly but with every bit of the determination he'd shown earlier, "You may be calling 911 for me when you've had your filthy way with me, SIR. And I do indeed hope it's FILTHY but no way am I passing up that magnificent bull cock of yours, SIR."

I thought about saying something cheesy like, "it's not going to suck itself" or "you're going to have to earn it" but I was sufficiently horny that instead I ordered expeditiously, "On your knees!" The double “sirs” had me primed.

He held my gaze for a moment longer than he should have, and my 'Sir glare' did any speaking for me. Derek sunk to his knees, positioning himself so that his face was less than an inch from the large glob of precum bubbling out my piss slit. I restrained myself from saying, “good boy" because there would be plenty of time for that later.

He looked up at me in a constant gaze. Good self-control for a muscle boy. “Taste me,” I ordered ambiguously, to test him.

Derek smiled and kept his eyes on mine but put out his tongue and very gently licked the sensitive underside of my wet dickhead. As his tongue passed up and over my piss slit the glob of my lube was transferred to just on his tongue. He retracted his tongue and savored it, closing his eyes for just a moment and then gazed up at me again. “Thank you, Sir,” he said almost solemnly and closed his mouth and swallowed.

“Is that what you want?” I asked him.

“My only want is to be pleasure and satisfaction to you, Sir!” he answered with neither hesitation nor any hint of insincerity.

“That rod of yours suggests you are seeking satisfaction of another sort,” I challenged him.

“Sir, I seek only to serve you. I cannot control my dick, but neither does it control me. If you wish I will be locked as proof.”

I involuntarily laughed. “That would be a large cage, boy!”

“I own cages. My past experience has not been pleasant or successful. I am eager to be locked again if you want to hold my key.”

To be honest caging is neither interesting nor is it stimulating to me. Nor is it offputting should a sub be caged who has become of interest to me. It is of no consequence, a sub’s dick. And I have been known to enjoy the use of a sun’s dick on rare occasion.

“That won’t be necessary, boy.”

He betrayed the slightest relief for which I did not reproach him. Then his eyes briefly flicked to my angry member and back up to my eyes. “May I, sir?”

I glanced down and saw that teardrop of my pre was hanging off my tip, larger than before. Before I answered, he asked again, respectfully enough.

“Please, Sir. Your precious juices should not be wasted.”

I nodded, and he smiled. Again he maintained our eye contact while he carefully put out his tongue, this time with his mouth open wider and his tongue out far enough to touch my shaft behind my fat head. His lick forward and up over my head concludes with his mouth briefly enveloping my head with a hummed moan and the briefest of closing his eyes before disengaging. Again his eyes maintained contact with mine as he openly savored my goo and then swallowed with a dramatic “Mmmmm” and again closed eyes. He opened them again and looked up and said, “Thank you, Sir!” with more emphasis.

Looking down I caught notice that he was dripping a puddle of his own pre on my XRP luxury vinyl floor. Good thing I had gone with the waterproof for the entry and living room where snow was often tracked in this time of year.

“Lube yourself for later with that mess you are making on my floor.”

Without hesitation he moved back on his knees, bent to the floor and licked his output up with that big wide tongue of his. The sight of his wife muscular back flexing forward and then back again had me drooling. He checked to see he had got the most of it and briefly put his tongue out to show me. He swiveled around on his knees, bent down again, this time with his beautiful hairy ass in the air, drooled his pre out of his mouth onto his hand and then reached back and expertly lubed his shaved hole and pressed inside.

I think my balls wanted to shoot right then and there. My dick wanted in that hole! When he began to straighten up again my voice nearly cracked. “Hold that position, boy!”

He smiled. I caught it in the tall mirror resting on the floor next to him near the door. I sunk Tony knees and pressed myself against his hole rougher than I intended because I was adjusting my balance.

Derek sucked in his breath and flexed his back muscles as he arched his ass into the air farther. He was pushing back but that tight pucker of his was not yielding. “Let me in, boy!”

“Yes, sir!” He immediate changed to pushing out from within instead of pushing back into me. My weight being slightly forward provided the force, and that pucker opened enough for half my head to spread it before I encountered more resistance. “Ummmf,” he groaned.

“OPEN!” I ordered louder. “Show me you want to pleasure me, boy!”

“I do, sir,” he replied with a bit of pain in his tone. Then he grunted and pushed out again.

That provided enough laxity in his opening that my entire head went inside his hot slippery opening.

“OMMMMMMMMF!” he cried more than groaned. “So big, sir!” he panted and drove a fist to my floor. His beautiful back and shoulder muscles, along with his triceps planted on one side and rolling as he pounded his fist on the floor on the other were a sight worthy of a Michelangelo. Then as fast as he nearly protested he turned demanding. He pushed back hard and took some more of me. “Fuck me, Sir!”

I bent and took hold of his shoulders and rammed myself inside him to the root. OH GOD —— YES!” he cried. “So it, Sir! Use my pussy!”

Intending to do just that I began long strokes out and fast, hard strokes back in. The friction was excessive. His tightness brought my balls to a boil and his hotness inside scorched my rod. Each time I bottomed out in him was met with a loud groan and each outward stroke yielded a moan when I felt my head’s wide edge bump over his prostate.

“How’s this, boy?” I asked him.

“Sir, yes, sir, just use me. Take my pussy and use me.”

I did not refuse him. I didn’t let the slight pain of his tightness hold me back. My own pre was coating his insides along with his own juices making it easier to slide into and pull out of him. The tightness remained constant. That made it difficult to keep myself from starting to advance to an edge I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

“Sir, PLEASE! I want it.”

“Aren’t you getting it, boy?” I spat. I pulled out abruptly and held back.

He wailed! “I’m sorry, Sir! I don’t mean to be demanding. But your cock, sir! It’s like a magic wand inside my worthless pussy bringing it alive. PLEASE, Sir! Please use me.”

“Get the fuck over behind the sofa and bend over!”

He was on his feet like a gymnast as I took a bit longer. He was headed by me into my living room but paused and extended his arm to help me up.

I took his assistance but groused and tried not to laugh. “Okay, boy, you’ve done your good deed for the day. Get that cunt over my couch NOW!”

“Yes, Sir!” he snapped but he was grinning. Then he bent in and kissed my lips so fast I couldn’t stop him. “You’re fucking fantastic. SIR!” he added with some cheek.

Before I could get a reproach out of my mouth the muscle boy scrambled over to the sofa and bent over it. His beautiful butt was out, and he was moving it in a back and forth motion. “Come get it, daddy!”

“That’s ‘Sir,’ to you, boy!” I growled and approached. I think my Rod had never been so hard, swinging back and forth as I gazed on his amazing, tensed glutes, hams, thick calves and wide apart big feet.

“Yes, Sir. I deserve to be punished for that slip, Sir!” he said with a weakly disguised playfulness. He waved his ass at me faster.

I took position and jammed myself inside his tight pussy until my pubics were nearly in his hole. He screamed and threw his head back and then slumped forward but never pulled away. He panted. “Do it, Sir! USE this pussy!”

My dick took over and I went crazy on that tight pussy of his. I pounded and pounded and he never got any looser. And the heat built until it really did feel like my dick’s skin was burning.

So were my balls. I felt the beginning of it there and then up my body and out my arms and legs. I was boiling on the inside.

“God yes! Give me everything you have, Sir! FUCK my pussy. Fill my cunt!”

Derek’s arms were spread wide along the top back of the sofa. It gave me an even more pleasing view of his big traps, lats and everything else. He had the most perfect thatch of coal colored body hair at the base of his back that tickled my groin even now that it was soaked with sweat.

“This body deserves to be used, boy!”

“That’s my purpose, Sir!” he shouted back.

I was closer. Close enough to know I had the choice to keep pumping and in a minute or two I’d be filling him or ——

There was no or. I fucked even harder, slamming so hard that his loud groans turned to cries of “OH FUCK YEAH. SIR, I CAN FEEL IT COMING! GIVE IT ALL TO YOUR BOY, SIR!”

He did apparently feel it because my body tensed and then erupted like Krakatoa. I was seized up jammed inside him to my root and then was shouting and my body was jerking as I blasted what felt like a quart of semen inside him.

Aiding my ecstasy was his continuing cries and his own spasms of his ecstasy. Then I felt the rhythmic grips around my throbbing rod and hear the thumps of his own cum splashing on the back of my precious leather sofa. I forced myself to the present by affirming my certain knowledge that a quick cleanup and some saddle soap and the sofa would survive the sweat we’d dripped and splattered and his cum.

We came down that way. He held position and his cries diminished to a satisfied hum. He also gently massaged my deflating prick with his juiced-up pussy. I wanted to clean the leather, but my dick said it could wait.

“Clean it up!”

I meant the back of the sofa. But Derek was on his knees and sucking down my semi hard-on in a flash. His tongue was like a dick carwash and was working over my length and girth so diligently that I was hard again. Not bad for mid-fifties!

It didn’t hurt that the muscle boy was stunning from that angle. His traps and shoulders, his lats and hairy fresh-fucked glutes jutting out, that sweaty thatch of lower back body fur —— and the strong smell of our sex. My dick was raring to go and the muscle bitch was working it with all he had including a throat almost as effective as his pussy!

I put my hands on his sweaty hair and slowed him and pushed him away gently. “That’s a job well done. Now clean-up the back of the couch.”

He turned ad saw the amazing amount of cum he’d sprayed and turned back to me. “Sorry, sir!” His expression was between contrition and mischief. “I should have asked permission but the way Sir fucked me there’s no way I could have controlled myself.”

“Just lick it up. MEN don’t waste cum.”

He seemed to take the role release when I included him in “men” in that. He grinned and made a valiant effort to lick the back of the sofa until there wasn’t a hint of his cum, checking and rechecking until he was satisfied. Then he stood and stepped to directly in front of me and gazed up at me. I did nothing to stop him. He leaned up and in and pressed his mouth to mine and share his cum with me. Bitter, very bitter. Or maybe that was the saddle soap from the last time I lovingly attended to my prize possession.

The kids though was better than it should have been. I found myself pulling him tight and wrapping my arms around him, not grinding but in contact from chest to feet.

We finally stopped and pulled back but not out of each other’s hold.

“Wow!” he said it first.

“Wow,” I agreed.

“That’s okay, right? You stopped the role play and it’s okay I snowballed my load with you?” he asked with sincerity.

I squeezed his delts, enjoying the bulk of them in my hand as much as I did the sight of them. “‘Okay’ isn’t the word I’d use, Derek.”

“As always, you’re correct —— Sir.” He added it with a broad grin and then leaned up and pecked my lips again. A long peck but just a peck. Then he pulled back. “Got any leather cleaner?” he asked, running his hand lovingly along the back of my sofa.

I might just fall for this one!

At least until the next one flexes for me and bends over!