His waist was so small it was as if I could wrap my hands around it. As I clenched my hands, he arched is back which pushed his muscular little butt up allowing my cock to penetrate deeper. His eyes were closed. His mouth hung open, and little grunts and moans escaped it. I watched his back muscles knot up as he writhed under my grasp. His developed traps were prominent. I wanted to grab them and pull him up onto his knees. That comes later when I cum inside of him.
He was small but for his size he's jacked. He was lean and muscular, hard and tight. He'd been lowkey flirting with me for weeks. I sometimes hooked up with dudes from the gym, but only if they were extremely hot, and I thought they would be discreet. This kid was always with his girlfriend, but I'd been with enough down-low dudes to know when a dude was really into dick. He hid it well. He had a killer body, tattoos, a cocky smirk, a fucking hot little bubble butt, and a bad boy attitude. He was probably 10 years younger but then I figure if a hot dude is bold enough to know what he wants, then he's probably old enough to have experience. He was just my type.
I tended to be direct. I didn't like to beat around the bush but still I needed to be discreet. My sexuality isn't something I flaunt. I like to have an air of mystery. But lately, he was being too obviously in his attraction to me. He started to stare during his workouts. I would meet his stare and hold it for as long as I could. My eyes were telling him that I was the one in control. I was the one who decided when and where. I was not one to be gentle and take it slow. He knew I was aggressive, rough, verbal. I was just his type.
After a few weeks of us playing cat and mouse, I decided to cut the bullshit. He was working out at the same time I was, he learned my schedule. His girlfriend was no longer in tow. He was waiting for me to make a move, giving me every opportunity to pounce.
He was working out alone in a quiet corner of the weight room. I looked around and saw no one was really paying attention. I strutted over to him at the squat rack. I had been watching him squat since he arrived. He was wearing skin tight compression tights. That ass was in display for me. He saw me coming. He racked the weight and stood behind the bar, watching me in the reflection in the mirror. I came up behind him and I also looked at him in the reflection. His eyes were locked onto mine. He wasn't nervous but I could tell he was ready for what was about to happen. I put my hand on the bar next to his shoulder.
"Do you know what you're getting into?" I asked him point blank. No introductions. The question sounded out of context but he knew what I was asking.
He nodded. "Yeah," he replied quietly.
"I don't want a boyfriend. I don't want a relationship. I want to fuck. That good with you?"
He nodded again. "Same."
"Good boy."
He slightly smiled. Good, he knows his place.
"Be discreet. I don't want any girlfriend drama. Got it?"
He nodded yet again. "Got it."
I leaned in and grabbed the bar on the other side of his body. My body blocked out the sun compared to his. He stared at me. He swallowed hard.
"You're coming with me. Right now."
"Yes, Sir," he stated and dipped under the bar and grabbed his gym bag.
"I'm driving."
He followed me out of the gym like an obedient puppy dog. He got into my truck and tossed his bag in the back seat. We said nothing as I pulled out and drove out of the parking lot. My dick was already hard. His eager attitude had replaced his cocky one. His dick was hard too, pushing through the tight spandex. I wasted no time. I hauled out my hard cock from my shorts. I put my hand behind his neck and forced his head down into my lap. I could tell he was surprised. He fought me a tiny bit. He just wasn't expecting it. Then he did what he knew he would have to. He engulfed my cock with his mouth. He knew how to suck a dick. The straight acting motherfucker was deep throating my thick dick like a pro. I controlled his movement with my hand clenched in his thick hair. I determined when he came up and how far he would go down. He gagged and coughed but he right back to work. The truck was filled with slurping sounds. This boy was ripe for the taking.
I didn't feed him a load. That was meant for his pussy. His perky, tight, bubble-butt pussy. I told him that's what it was and he responded positively. I love a hot boy who knew his place.
He was at least a foot shorter than me, and probably 50 to 75 pounds lighter. So, he was easy to take control, lifted him around the waist and tossed him over my shoulder. He gave me a muffled, "fuck yeah" as he hung down over my shoulder. I slapped him on the ass as I carried him to the bedroom. I flung him down on the bed, watching his smaller body bounce. I pounced. I came down on top of him and smothered him with my body. His legs automatically went up and spread wide. He wrapped his ankles around my waist as we made out.
I sat up, reached down and ripped his shirt off his body. He wasn't scared, but he was anxious, wondering if he bit off more than he could chew.
"I'm taking that pussy," I growled.
He swallowed hard. "Yes, Sir," he said.
That was my consent. I aggressively flipped him onto his stomach. I grabbed the seam of his compression tights and ripped them open revealing a smooth, hairless ass. I slapped it. He yelped. I'm not a monster. I lubed up his hole, fingering the little stud to get him ready. He moaned like a fucking cheerleader as I finger banged that tight pussy. I wondered if he felt emasculated with the way I was treating him. Most guys like him do, at least for a while. I've found that most guys like him actually want it that way. They want to know what it's like to be the female in the relationship for once. What do their girlfriends feel when these guys fuck them. If he hadn't known before, he was going to find out now.
I pushed my cock up against that little hole and slowly pushed in. He grunted and winced. He made hissing sounds. I loved it when a dude did that. I was between his spread legs and he spread them wider. He was swearing quietly, maybe not wanting me to hear. God, his shit was fucking tight.
I reached over and grabbed a bottle of poppers. Without asking, I shoved them under his nose. He couldn't help but breathe in. He moaned a bit.
"Again," I stated. He obeyed and breathed in again. He put one finger against his nostril and breathed in the other side. Good, he knew what to do with poppers.
"Good boy," I said and I went for the gold. I pressed forward and watched his body tense up. He put his forehead into the mattress and screamed into it. He screamed again. I'm sadistic. Hearing him scream made me want to split him open. His hand came back to my hip as if to push me out. I slapped his hand away and slid in until I hit bottom.
His head shot up off the mattress and he let out a long, "Fuuuck."
"Good boy," I cooed into his ear. "I'm all the way in your pussy."
He swallowed hard, breathing fast. I pulled out and then slid back in. His eyes were still shut. He was still making hissing sounds. "Jesus fuck, bro," he said breathlessly. I smiled.
"That's right, fuck boy. Let me in and enjoy the ride."
He took a few deep breaths and let them out. "I'm good, now," he told me. "Pound me out."
I raised an eyebrow. "You said you knew what you were getting into. You asked for this."
I laid into him. I laid into him hard. I butt fucked him until he was bouncing off the mattress. I went in balls deep. I was shocked his tight little butt could take such a deep penetration. I could see he was getting into it.
"Oh, fuck yes, bro. Fuck yes, fuck my pussy," he begged. I loved hearing him talk this way. Maybe he was going to be a regular for me. I kept fucking. I gave him all I had. I was wrecking him.
"Fuck, yes," I growled. "Jock boy pussy."
He was writhing. "Fucking wrecking my pussy, bro. I wanna be your bitch."
I stopped when I heard that. That sounded sincere. I think he really meant it. He as fucking perfect. "You wanna be my little bitch, jock boy?"
He looked back at me. "Yes, Sir! God, I wanna be your fucking little bitch!"
I grinned. "Boy, you better know what you're asking," I said as I began to fuck him again.
His voice was shaking with every thrust as he told me, "I fucking know what I want." He grunted loudly. "I'm all about being a dude's pussy. I want to be your pussy bitch."
He was gonna make me cum. "It starts now," I announced to him.
"Yes, Sir! Anything you want. I'll do anything," he pleated with clenched teeth.
I heard that and I reared up, roared, and hauled a load into that jock pussy the biggest load I think I've ever spewed.
"Yes, yes, yes..." he mumbled. "All your cum. All in my pussy."
His body tensed and I could tell he was cumming into the sheets. A boy after my own heart. I settled down onto his back.
"Good pussy," I whispered into his ear.
"Yes, Sir," he said, his breath labored.
"I hope you know what you're doing, pussy boy," I said.
He nodded. "I do. I've been ready for this for a long time."
"Good boy."
"Yes, Sir."
"I'll give you a breather and then we're going again."
"Fuck, yes, Sir. I want all your jizz in my pussy."
"That's what you'll get."
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