Welcome to the neighborhood

The closest description that I can compare it to, would be that of a young child trying to go to sleep on Christmas eve. Except, I got very little sleep, fitfully tossed and turned. The 'gift' that had me so worked up was not a child's toy, oh no, my sugar plum dreams were all about an adult only kind of toy, and it has been dangled, physically, inches from my face. All 9 rock hard, pulsing, veiny inches of precum oozing fun.

The only instructions given with this particular toy were: "Earn It".

I was warming up and stretching in my backyard gym wearing my standard red bikini that keeps my tan line perfect and sexy when Trey climbs over our adjoining fence. One look at him and my oh so hot tan line pales in comparison to what fucking hot really is.

God Damn! This silver daddy is a wet dream. Thankfully he is every bit as hot as I had thought he was and hoped that I had remembered he was, from only 24 hours ago. Mid 60's. 5'8" maybe 155 lbs. Built sculpted defined chiselled like a statue. Lean and fine like the sleek silhouette of a thoroughbred race horse crossing the finish line.

And that cock. I have never seen one so perfect.. Shaven smooth just like his lean ripped body, no hindrance of hairs to hide his muscles or his dick as it heavily slapped from his left thigh to his right thigh with every step he took. His sun kissed bronzed skin shone with a slight sheen of Florida midday sweat.

He looked 100% edible and delicious. I hungrily licked my lips.

"Warming up already?" Even his voice turns me on. "Good job son". Hearing the word "Son" rolling off his deep voiced southern drawl sends waves of pleasure through me.

"Yes sir coach." while I hungrily drink in the vision of meat and man before me.

"How is your recovery from yesterday boi?" Inspecting me like the slab of meat that I hope he sees me as. He runs his hands across my shoulders down my pecs over to my biceps.

His right eyebrow arches re-actively when the muscles of my guns flex instinctively.

"I did work you hard yesterday, didn't I?" His hands grip the cep peaks harder.

Silently running his hands and eyes over my torso, I should feel objectified yet my cock is getting rock hard in my speedo, and I hope his hands stay on me for hours.

I might have heard a subtle 'damn' whispered from his lips.

"Yesterday when I left". He speaks in a slow static rhythm matching the motion of his hands on me, "Watching such a big. Strong. Body builder. On his knees, flexing, begging for this big dick." He swings it just enough for it to graze my thigh. It felt as if lightening had jolted through my body when it made contact with my skin. "Doing everything in his power to get the tiniest taste of my daddy dick." He leans his hips in closer pressing his heavy cock into my thigh. " Now that was fucking hot boi." Oh shit. He saw me.

"But I got to say," his hands making sure to test the peaks of my guns even harder, "When you shot off! Fuck. Hands free, even. Creaming your speedos by only flexing these beautiful muscles!" He directs my elbows up moving my arms into a double cep flex. "I knew right then muscle boi, that you are one of a kind."

His eyes tell me he sees the real me. My brain wonders what that is? His hands tell me that he likes what he feels. My muscles flex for one purpose, to earn his cock. His presence alone appears to be dissecting me layer by layer. However frightening it is to finally discover what these layers uncover, it still thrills me.

My cock obviously agrees, it has won the battle against my lycra speedo and has burst over the waist band, rock hard and leaking.

My trance and my mind racing way too fast, imagining way too much, was interrupted as he begin to speak again.

"I have no clue who trained and groomed you into this prime, grade A slab of pumped up, muscled, cock hound that you are today?" He grabs a hand full of his giant dick. "And then the fool let you get away." He shakes his head cleverly to accentuate the point. "I'd like to tell that dumb son of a bitch, that me and this big dick, we say thanks."

With a slap on my ass, a sexy wink with a nod to the squat bar, leg day begin.

Between sets, even during reps his personal questions were peppered in along with order like instructions like; keep those knees from cocking out. Head up.

What about ex's?

Keep your chin up son.

Good job.

Three more reps, let's burn those glutes young man.

Why not date other meat heads and body builders?

Me? Well fuck all I am trying to do is keep my breathing in through the nose on the negative, exhale out the mouth on the explosion and push.

"Never." Gasp for oxygen to refuel both lungs and blood after I racked the bar. "Had a coach or trainer." I grab a towel and quick drink of water.

"Have had a few lovers. All good. Just not the right fit." I try and remember the questions that were asked.

Next set, this time lunges. Same strict form. Timed rest between sets. He stands directly in front of me, on each forward lunge, that cock of his is right in me face.

"I don't date other muscle guys, I like being the muscle. Even being picked out of crowd just because of my muscles." Fuck, talking and working out with a drill seargent is brutal on the lungs.

His cock inflates every so slightly with each minute. Seeing him chub up watching me while I work out is a thrill.

"I didnt mean coach as in a trainer at a gym." He interjects. As he continues his assessment of my form. And counting reps.

"I had just assumed with your incredible build and attraction to authority that some big muscle daddy had moulded you, trained you to be his boy and into his perfect mini-me play toy?"

"Huh?" I stopped mid lunge, looked up past his cock into his eyes.

"No. Nothing like that." I set the weights down. Realizing he thought I had been in some dom sub muscle fetish daddy relationship.

"I am pretty vanilla really. Never understood the master, dom - sub thing." The more I talked the more I felt awkward trying to explain it. "I like cock. I have a hot body. Hot muscles equal better dick." Made since to me.

"Four more reps muscle boi." His drill like focus was amazing.

The rest of the hour was strictly legs. Legs. Legs. The personal questions slowed and all talk was the work out.

His demeanour had changed. All business and I was in the zone until the final rep of the final set. And I got a high five and a slap on my ass.

"Great work out son." He tossed me a towel and a bottled of water.

Sitting on the bench. Recovering. Still refuelling my lungs and blood with oxygen. I feel amazing.

"I just don't think you are being honest with me." He approaches. My mind wrecked with guilt immediately, and no clue why.

"More likely, not honest with yourself." Standing directly in front of me.

My mind races. Past 26 hours flash through my mind. What the fuck? I can't think. The wild eyed look on my face was obvious.

"Then explain yesterday son?" He props his foot up on the bench directly beside me. The only view I have is of his porn cock right in my face.

"If it is all just as you say, 'muscles for cock' ?" He pauses. I still am lost.

"I mean look. I have a fucking huge cock. Right?"

I nod. Clueless. Scared. Thrilled. Bewildered.

"And you. Fuck man, you have enough muscle to satisfy an entire orgy"

Still staring up at Trey begging silently , help me out here. I am exhausted- out of gas- and totally lost. Fearful I have done something to offend this beautiful man.

"Then why is it yesterday, or even now with my huge cock inches from your face, have you not swallowed my big dick?"

"Wow!" Words escape me. It starts to fall into place. Sort of. My mind is a total cluster fuck of emotions.

"You know that thrill you get by being lusted after for your muscles?"

I nod yes, that I do.

"I understand. Completely." He cups my chin gently raising my gaze from his cock to meet his eyes.

"You see, I have the same reaction when hot guys like you crave my big dick."

I guess I never thought about it that way before.

"And I do have a fucking huge cock. And I know it is a great looking cock. Plus, I love seeing some bulked up muscle head, twice my size loose his shit when he sees it."

I nod. Damn, I need words. I just stare. Wild eyed but listening.

"So. I ask again son. Why haven't you gone for my dick?"

"Because." the light bulb flashes on and i get it.

"Because. Sir! You have not given me permission." My mind is reeling, fully into overdrive now. But very clear. It is making sense.

He waits for me to continue.

"Your exact words were, 'you have to earn it.". I can finally breathe.

His approving smile melts me right there. I sit up. Straighten my slumping scared posture. I get it now.

"And I want to earn your cock. No, I want to earn your respect." My confidence finally catches up with my racing mind.

"I want to earn your respect and your cock as much as I have possibly ever wanted anything "

His hand reaches down behind my neck lifting me to my feet and his tongue attacks my mouth in the most passionate kiss. Slipping his spit and tongue down my throat in the most wildly erotic yet sensual way that I ever ever been kissed.

"You just did son" he goes back in for another longer kiss as I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. Lifting him off the ground while treating his mouth as wonderfully as he is treating mine.

"Both my respect. And my big fucking daddy dick!" He finally smiles.

sorry studs.. I hope you enjoyed the second installment. I just realized two whole chapters and no sex yet.. maybe the tease will keep you wanting more... until the next chapter.

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