Good Boy

"8…9…10." I sat up on the bench and let out a long exhale. The bar was heavier than I expected, but I felt proud that I pushed through. I'd been working out for a while, and although I was fairly new to it, I was starting to get the hang of it, and better yet. I was starting to see the results. Across from me, I could see my reflection in the mirror. I wasn't where I wanted to be, but I was starting to get beefier. I wasn't the most athletic guy, but I did try to stay fit. I thought about what my older brother would always tell me. "As you get closer to your thirties, you gotta stay active." I took his advice to heart and was glad I did. My thirties were still a way off, but I was happy with how my body changed.

As I checked myself in the mirror, I noticed someone I hadn't seen at the gym before doing deadlifts. He was handsome and tall, maybe 6'3. Much taller than myself. He had a low-cut fade with waves, a thick beard, big arms, and an even bigger chest. He looked older–maybe in his late thirties or early forties. He was wearing a loose-fitting lime green tank top, and I could see his nipples peeking out the side. He wore these gray terry cloth shorts that hugged his ass perfectly.

Still sitting on the bench, I looked over my shoulder to see him better. I sat there gawking at him, wishing I could lick the sweat off his nipple. I felt my dick begin to chub up in my shorts. I don't know how much time passed while I watched him; it was probably only a few seconds, but at some point, our eyes met. Fearful that he caught me staring, I quickly looked away. I leaned back on the bench and did my last set. I prayed that he didn't see me watching him.

When I was done, I went to the locker room to shower. Coming out of the shower, I saw him again—the guy I'd been drooling over earlier. He was standing at one of the lockers with nothing on but a towel. My locker was on his other side, so I casually tried to walk past him, but he looked in my direction. Our eyes briefly met, and he smiled in my direction.

"Hey," he said. "I saw you out there earlier when you were on the bench press. It looked like you were lifting a lot of weight."

So he did see me. I blushed at the thought of him catching me looking at him. "Yeah, it was a heavy day, so I was trying to push myself," I said. "I try to come in four times a week."

"Well, it shows. You look good." He smiled at me and extended his hand. "I'm Shaun."

I nervously shook his hand. "I'm Jalen, and thanks."

Shaun then casually unwrapped the towel from his waist and threw it over his shoulder. I looked down at what must have been seven inches of thick flaccid dick. My concerns about starring were gone. Unconsciously biting my lip, I stared at his dick while unseemly thoughts flooded my mind.

"Like what you see?" Shaun interrupted my thoughts. I fumbled to find my words. "You can touch it if you want."

I reached forward. Holding it in my hands, I could feel it begin to stiffen as I slowly stroked it to full mast. My dick started to press into the towel, making it tent up. The thought of taking him in my mouth right there in the gym restroom was enticing, but I thought better of it.

"He seems to like you. Are you free tonight?" Shaun asked, breaking my concentration. I pulled my hand back and eagerly said yes. We then exchanged phone numbers. "I'll hit you up later," he said. My eyes were glued to his ass as he walked into the shower. I quickly got dressed and left the gym.

When I got home, my mind drifted back to Shaun and the gym earlier, making it hard to focus on anything else. I thought about licking his nipples, how his dick might taste, and what it would feel like inside of me. My dick started to get erect. I thought about touching myself to take the edge off, but I stopped myself. The rest of the day progressed similarly. My cock went from erect to flaccid over and over again, but I resisted the urge to jerk off. Eventually, Shaun texted me.

Hey, how has your day been?

Good, but I've been horny all day thinking about earlier.

That's good to hear. Did you jerk off?

No, wbu?

No. I'm saving this load for you, boy. His calling me boy surprised me, but I thought nothing of it. Are you still down to meet up tonight?

Hell yeah.

Good. Here's my address.

I decided to shower again before I left. I pulled off the underwear I'd been wearing and saw precum stains on the inside. I was turned on.

When I arrived at his house, I could feel my cock begin to stiffen. I knocked on his door and tried to hide my excitement by adjusting my pants, but it didn't help. When Shaun answered the door, he was shirtless and wearing loose-fitting shorts.

"Come in," he said. "I'm glad you could make it."

"Me too," I responded. "I've been thinking about your dick all day."

"Oh yeah," he questioned, arching an eyebrow in my direction. "Why don't you show me how much you want this dick."

Shaun leaned back against the door as I knelt before him. When I pulled down his shorts, much to my delight, he'd already begun to get hard. I stroked him a few times before I took him in my mouth. I could feel Shaun's dick continue to grow as I bobbed my head back and forth on his manhood. It didn't take long for him to start enjoying himself.

"You look so good with a dick in your mouth," he said. I moaned at his approval. Looking up, I saw him playing with his nipples while he looked down at me, meeting my gaze. My dick was beginning to get harder. I started rubbing it through my pants with one hand while using the other to stroke Shaun's dick in tandem with my mouth. "No hands," he said. "Go all the way down on my dick." I did as he said and started deep-throating his dick. "There you go."

I continued to deep-throat Shaun's dick, and I could feel myself leaking precum inside my underwear. I couldn't remember the last time I was so turned on. Something about this man was different.

Shaun then placed his hands on both sides of my head, holding me in place, then proceeded to fuck my mouth. He was slow at first, but he eventually picked up speed. I gagged a little, trying to adjust to his thrusts, but he didn't stop. Drool began to escape out the sides of my mouth as I choked on his dick. I just placed my hands on his round ass and let him use my throat for his pleasure. It didn't take long for him to shoot his load down my throat. I eagerly swallowed.

"Fuck," he said. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me, tasting himself on my lips. "I wanna see what that ass tastes like."

He grabbed my hand and led me to the couch. He bent me over the couch and pulled my pants off. I then felt his warm breath on my hole. "You've got a nice ass," he said. He placed a kiss on my hole before pushing his tongue inside of me. I let out a moan as his lips continued to smack on my ass. I was rock hard. My dick was aching to be touched. I reached down between my legs and tried to stroke myself, but he pushed them away.

"I gotcha," he said. I felt him spit on my hold and use his thumb to push it inside of me. His other hand grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. His hands felt rough against my dick. Calluses from years of going to the gym, I assumed. He brought my cock to his mouth and began sucking it from the back while he continued to finger my hole, opening me up. I began to squirm with anticipation.

"Fuck me," I said through panted breaths.

Shaun responded with, "Say, please."

I hesitated for a second, not wanting to sound like a whore, but as he continued to play with my ass, my reservations went away.

"Please fuck me."

"Good boy,"

Shaun continued to open me up a little longer, then stepped away.

"Don't move," he said.

He left for a few moments. When he returned, I felt a cold, slick finger slide inside of me, "Mmmmm," he growled. "That shit is moist."

After a few strokes, Shaun replaced the finger with his dick. I felt it press against my hole until it popped inside of me. I let out a low moan as Shaun slowly pushed inside of me. Burying his cock to the hilt.

He began slowly stroking my hole with his dick opening me up. Each push inside sent a shiver of ecstasy up my spine. I felt my hole begin to loosen as I adjusted to his size. I started to push back into him, meeting his thrusts.

"There you go," he said. "Give me that pussy." Shaun used his foot to kick my legs further apart, spreading my ass open even more and began to fuck me in earnest. He grabbed the back of my shirt in his fist and pulled me back into him while he thrust inside of me. With each thrust, he pushed deeper and deeper inside of me.

"You like this dick?" Shaun questioned.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"You gonna give me this pussy again?"

Without thinking, I quickly responded, "Yes, sir."

"Good boy," I could hear the smile in his voice. "That's what I wanna hear."

Every time Shaun called me good boy, my dick throbbed. No one had ever called me that before, and most certainly, no one ever made me call them sir, but for some reason, I wanted nothing more than to be a hole for this man.

Shaun began to slow his thrusts. He pulled me up so that my back was against his chest. Kissing my neck, Shaun reached down and started stroking my cock. "Cum for me," he demanded. It didn't take long for me to cum. My cum got caught in his hand as he continued to stroke me while the rest spilled onto the floor. I then felt Shaun briefly pull out of me. He took the cum in his hand and rubbed it on his dick before pushing back inside of me. He pushed me back down onto the couch. His thrusts came hard and fast. "I'm gonna nut," he said just before he came inside of me. I felt his thick dick pulse inside of me as it coated my insides with his seed.

He stayed inside of me until we both caught our breath. I didn't want him to, but he slowly slid out of me. I began to reach for my pants and pulled them on.

"I had a great time," I said.

"I did too," Shaun replied. "That ass tastes good and feels even better. Are you going to come see me again?"

"Yes, sir," I replied, walking towards the door.

"Hold up," Shaun stopped me by placing my hand on my chest.

"Did I forget something?"

"Yeah, you forgot to clean that cum off the floor."

I looked at him, confused, but thought it was mine, so I might as well. I looked around and saw the kitchen. "Let me grab a paper towel," I said, stepping in that direction, but he stopped me again.

"We don't waste cum in this house," Shaun said. "Lick it up."

Thinking he was joking; I laughed a little bit.

"I'm serious," he said. "Lick…it..up." I searched his face for seconds until I realized he expected me to do as he demanded. I must have taken too long to comply. "If you don't, we're done."

I thought for a second. I wondered if it was worth it and what my dignity meant. Shaun didn't say anything else; he looked at me and waited for me to decide. I began to lower myself to the floor. I got down on my hands and knees. My face hovered over the cum stained floor. I looked back up at Shaun, hoping he changed his mind, but he just looked at me expectantly. I let out a breath and steeled myself. Then stuck out my tongue and licked my cum off the floor.

"Good boy."