Dominated by Dwaine

There's nothing like a jog along the beach, after a hard gym session. I know all the insta boys say 'cardio after gym isn't good', my gains are fine, I'm looking fit. There was this lad in the gym anyway, college student like me, 20ish, shortish maybe 5ft 8". Almost crew cut blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, incredibly handsome. He was doing all these quad, hamstring, glute and squat routines, right in front of where I'm training. I was sitting there, using the chest press machine and I couldn't stop staring at him.

Every time he body squatted down I caught a view of a thick bulge in his,grey, tight, gym shorts. Muscle shorts, extra tight, for cocky gym lads likehim. He's already big enough, toned enough, he doesn't need to let everyoneelse know he's the king of genetics?

It wasn't just his bulge though, it was the light blonde hair on his legs,sprouting from his sculpted calves and his wide quads that rippled and expandedwith each squat.

He may as well not have worn that t shirt. it was covered in sweat and justright to reveal his carefully structured PECS and sculpted abs. The lads was amini hulk. Those arms surely belonged to a gymnast?

Blonde lad stared at me, when he thought I wasn't looking at him. Maybe hewasn't just big, maybe he was hard?

I couldn't stare into his sky blue eyes anymore, I was going to explode, so Iliterally exited straight out to jog.

We've all done it right, a jog, a cold shower, anything to shake of that lust?It was thundering down outside but I like that , the empty beach, the power ofthe sea and rain.

I didn't even have my earbuds, I ran out that fast. Anyway I was going to goback, and shower after my run.

I was running along and out of nowhere was rugby tackled. I hit the sand,nothing broken, I was shocked though. The rain was pouring down on me and Istared up.

Straight away recognized his shape. In many ways Dwaine's frame is perfect,he's 6ft, wide shouldered, athletic looking and packed with lean muscle.

There's something about the way Dwaine stared down at me: His lightlyfreckled, chiseled, handsome and roughish face, his tightly cut strawberryblonde hair, his cocky expression.

His hand crushed mine as he pulled me up from where he planted me. He staredright into me.

In that moment my mind raced: This is the local trouble maker who face fuckedme in his prison cell. He thrives on sexual domination and wants things rough,he brutalized his alpha cell mate and dominated him.

Dwaine and I have this sado masochistic chemistry.

We're both soaked and the rain wasn't stopping. You could see everythingthrough our saturated clothes. I could see my crotch bush and cock, in detailthrough my white shorts and Dwaine!

Dwaine wore those cuffed grey track bottoms, same ones he wore in prison.Saturated now, his thick hung cock bulging through. I noticed his white Adidasankle socks and wondered, are they the same ones he stuffed in my mouth before?Those white Adidas trainers, did I kiss them?

He's put on muscle too, still lean but stronger and it shows through his lightblue t shirt, he's got serious shape.

He pointed at my hard on 'you must of missed me a lot!' Truth is I did misshis body, I jerked off to his Instagram at least once a day, sometimes all day.I imagined what he was doing to his cellmate and I almost went in to see himagain, but if we were caught, fucking, I'd be in there with him!

His hand was in my shorts now gripping my cock, squeezing it. He pulled mecloser to him, covered my mouth with his, and kissed me. His tongue was insideme, filing me with his juice.

Our eyes were locked in a deep hypnotic embrace, it felt like I'd taken apleasure pill. I could see right into his essence and he into mine.

It wasn't hard to find his cock, it pretty much filled his joggers. Dwainehadn't lied, it was thick, warm, heavy and throbbing. I pulled on it and hesighed, exhaling into my mouth.

I felt him shudder and weaken. I jerked him again and he grunted, his eyeswatered, his body shook, my hand was buried in a pool of warm creamy cum.

Dwaine fell to his knees, I went down with him, still working his hard on. Hisgrey joggers were stained wet now from his frothy cum. His eyes were closed, hewas in ecstasy.

It was like I was draining his strength, every time I made him cum. As soon ashe did I jerked him again, time after time, until his reserves were spent.

By the time I had drained Dwaine, he was on his back, flat out on the sand,almost asleep. My wrist and hand was sore from jerking him and coated with hissticky cream.

Even with the rain pouring down, Dwaines smell was powerful. A rich, virile,musky cum odor. I was drawn to it, mouthing under his joggers to lap his creamfrom his pubic hair, balls and cock. He went hard again but agonized when herealized he was spent of cum.

I hadn't planned this, Dwaine had melted in my grip. I wasn't going to miss mychance.

I straddled him straight away, mounted him, sat on him, so he couldn't escape.It was my turn for revenge, last time he had face fucked me. My cock was rightover his face, he stared up at it, I could see excitement and fear in his eyes.I looked down at his mouth and knew right away Dwaine was going to struggle totake me.

Reaching back I felt his cock hard again behind me. Dwaine was tormented: hardwith excitement, hungry for my cum, afraid of my size, aching from my prolongedjerking of his cock. Most of all, beaten by me, dominated by me.

I had held my load despite relentless stimulation. This wasn't going to be a regular cum explosion. I had pent up excitement: that day from blondie in the gym, months of lusting after Dwaine and a face fuck score to settle!