Home Workout turned into Pleasure

John was alone in his apartment, the final hour of sunlight lingering through the window, casting a golden hue upon the room. His thoughts wandered, slowly leading him to consider his arousal. He had done this same workout twice this week, even though he wasn't a big fan of home workouts. So this time he wanted to do it half clothed. He discarded his shirt and shorts, leaving himself in nothing but a pair of tight boxers and white socks.

Then, he stood in front of the bedroom mirror and flexed, admiring his reflection. His muscles were growing lately, but still he was not fit enough. He took a glance at his partly visible abs and quite toned arms. Yes, he couldn't neglect that he was kinda hot. His face did the rest. It wasn't necessary to be extremely muscular. Time to begin his workout.

John started with some basic calisthenics, jumping jacks and burpees. As he worked out, he noticed that he was starting to sweat profusely, feeling the wet patches gather between his legs and his boxers barely clinging to his skin.

He felt good, ready to take things further, ready for a set of push-ups. He started out slowly and deliberately, feeling the tension in his body with each movement. As he pushed himself up again and again, his boxers began to ride up and his body started to glisten with sweat. Every muscle was tensing and relaxing in perfect harmony. The tension began to mount as the intensity of the workout increased. 

Then came the moment when John realized the intensity of his arousal. He hadn't felt like this in weeks. His heart beat faster as thoughts of what he could do with his newfound energy crossed his mind.

John felt like he could do anything. He could keep going up and down and never get tired. He just wanted to keep pushing and never stop.

Each thrust increased his excitement, and his penis began to harden, pressing against his boxers, so they tightened around his waist. With a steady rhythm, he continued, feeling more and more aroused with every passing minute.

Before long, his arousal could no longer be contained. He began to move my hips back and forth as he did the push-ups and the motion felt amazing to my body. Though, John couldn't shake off the feeling of being almost naked in front of someone, but there was nobody there. That only made it more erotic. He began to fantasize of a partner, their body entwining as they moved together as one. His aroused mind began to imagine that his partner was right there with him. 

Lying on the mat and looking at the ceiling, John's thoughts turned more and more towards his pleasure. He imagined someone else in the room with him, someone he trusted who he could let his guard down with and who he knew would take care of him. Before he knew it, his hand started to wander down towards his huge hard-on. The pair moved in perfect harmony, their bodies close, their breaths becoming communal, until finally letting a final moan of pleasure leave their lips in one blissful climax.

However, this was not to be. With a strong breath, John reground himself, with his penis still pressed firmly against his boxers. He knew this would not do. With a naughty glint to his eyes, he realized there was another way to release his tension.

He had the huge urge to take his boxers off. As John was about to reach for the waistband, he decided to need to take a break.

With a mischievous smirk, he reached down his white sock pulling it down his ankle and grasped his hardened penis. Then, he started to stroke his aroused cock with it. The sensation was amazing and he felt his lean body twitch and jump as he moved his hand up and down. With each movement there came a wave of pleasure that sent shocks up and down his entire body. He became one with his desires, slowly but surely stroking himself until his entire body was filled with pleasure.

He let out a soft moan; it felt so good. The feeling was so intense that John couldn't help but grunt and groan with each thrust. He moved faster and harder, pushing himself closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, he let himself go, arching his back as his entire body was filled with an explosive, pleasure-filled cum. With a loud, enormous cumshot, John finished, enjoying the feeling and texture of the white sock still on my cock. His body was so flushed and sweaty from the workout that he collapsed in a heap on the ground, cum ran down his chest like a fountain. Pleased, and still aroused, he took a final breath, smiling in satisfaction, calming his racing heart.

As he lay there, still recovering from his intense workout, Jack couldn't help but think that perhaps he was really onto something.

Maybe home workouts weren't so bad after all.