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My gloves hit the heavy bag in time with the beat pounding in my ears. I’d had a shitty day and had stopped off at the boxing gym I use to relieve a little of the tension. It was fairly empty, and I’d had no problems finding a spot on the bags to take out my frustrations.
I’m not really muscular, if anything I’d say I’m probably more on the lean side, but I do look after myself and I love to box. Maybe it’s just tangling with a sweaty guy that does it for me, who knows?
The bag had taken a pounding for a good few minutes when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. A guy I’d seen around the gym was wrapping his hands on the bench beside my bag. I adjusted my feet so that I could see him a little better and gave him a once over. Even sat down I could tell he was bigger than me in pretty much every way. His chest looked like a wide, solid wall of muscle, and without a shirt on I could see the smooth bubbles of his abs. A dark layer of fuzz covered his pecs, matching the trimmed beard on his square jaw, and black and grey tattoo sleeves adorned both of his thick arms. He was gorgeous.
Rubbing a hand over his shaved head the guy stood and stretched, revealing an enticing patch of belly hair that disappeared into the waistband of his low-slung shorts. I hit the bag harder.
The guy caught my eye with a small wave, stopping me mid-punch, and gestured for me to turn my music off.
“Need a spot?” He asked, raising his deep, gruff voice to be heard over the clank of weight machines and the slap of gloves against bags and skin. “I usually like one to keep the bag steady, figured we could help each other out?”
“Sure.”
He held out a fist. “I’m Keiran.”
I tapped it with my own. “Branden.”
He nodded and stepped up to the bag, bracing against it. I positioned myself again and threw a few punches. The bag barely moved. I moved my feet more, dancing around and putting more power into my shots. After a couple more minutes I was much sweatier than I had been and breathless. I held up my hands in surrender. “Switch?”
Keiran grabbed his gloves as I threw mine onto the bench and skipped around throwing light punches to loosen himself up. With each movement his muscles swelled. I licked my lips, trying not to focus too much on the way his skin rippled.
Setting himself, Keiran threw his first proper punch, connecting solidly with the bag and knocking me off balance.
“Sorry, man.” He laughed as I righted myself and got a firmer grip.
I shrugged it off. “No worries.”
He mixed up his next punches, throwing combos one after the other until he was glistening with sweat and his chest was heaving. I managed to stay on my feet, though I knew my arms and shoulders would ache tomorrow from the strain of holding Keiran’s target still.
Finally, he held up his own hands to signal he was done. Veins had begun to pop in his arms, and I couldn’t help the look of appreciation that must’ve shown on my face. Keiran quickly wiped his face on his towel before holding it out to me. “Lil bit of drool there…” He smirked.
Slapping his towel away I felt the heat rush to my face.
“I’m just playing.” He smiled, revealing perfectly straight, white teeth. “Can you spot me on the bench? I know I’ve hijacked your gym time, but I normally come with a buddy, and he tonight he bailed.”
Like I said before, I’ve seen him around the gym a few times, and to be honest I’ve never seen him with any other guys. I was intrigued as to why he felt the need to lie. “Yeah, no problem.” I answered, slyly checking out his bubble butt as he strode into the weight room ahead of me.
By now, the gym had pretty much cleared for the evening. Only me, Keiran and two guys sparring in the other room were left. I would’ve quit by now and gone home, but this guy obviously wanted to hang out a little, and he was hot, so who was I to say no?
The bench he wanted was in the far corner of the room, out of sight from the main gym. The bar was already loaded with more weights that I’ve ever attempted to lift. I expected Keiran to drop a few but he didn’t, just laid down and braced his arms under the bar. If he dropped it on himself, I had no idea how I was gonna lift it off.
I didn’t need to worry. Keiran pressed that weight like it was nothing. I probably could’ve sat on the bar, and it would’ve made no difference. As it was, stood at the head of that bench and listening to the big man grunt beneath me, all I could think about was sitting on his bar.
I let my gaze roam across his huge upper body, wondering what it would feel like to nuzzle into the fuzz on his pecs, and tease the little buds underneath. That was when I noticed the piercing through his left nipple. Sexy. My eyes moved further, watching as his abs tightened with every lift, and I wondered if he knew I was hot for him.
My answer came a second later, when I lifted my gaze further and saw the tent in his long shorts. It was huge.
The rhythmic lift of Keiran’s arms had stopped, the bar now back in its cradle and his deep brown eyes on my face from below. “See something you like?” He asked quietly. “Because I do.” Big hands reached up through the arms of the bench, gripping my shorts and inching them down to free my cock. I was almost hard.
Keiran shuffled his shoulders up as high as he could, hanging his head over the end of the bench and pulling me to him. The tip of my cock bounced in front of his face and Keiran’s long tongue flicked out to taste me. He closed his eyes, opening his mouth further in invitation.
I held myself in place as he sucked half of my cock into his upside-down mouth. I moaned softly as he blew me, huge hands gripping my ass cheeks and pulling me further in, his tongue making a meal of my head and shaft.
When I was fully hard, Keiran let go of me and sat up. “Come here.” He rumbled.
Pulling me onto his lap, Keiran kissed me hard. His beard tickling my face as his tongue found mine. Stradling him on the bench, I could feel his massive bulge against my own and his hands on my ass. I was both turned on and terrified at the thought of taking him in my tight hole.
Keiran’s lips found my smooth jawline, kissing and sucking, and then his teeth were nibbling at my earlobe. His warm breath tickled my sensitive skin and his tongue swiped out, making me shiver. “Wanna fuck?” He growled lowly.
I reached down into his shorts. His dick was a monster. As thick as a tin can and longer than my five inches.
“You’ll never take me.” He chuckled into my ear. “Not here, and not quickly, anyway.”
The relief was real. “Good job for you that I top just as well as I bottom.” I said, nibbling on his bottom lip and running gentle fingertips through his chest fuzz. He felt glorious.
We kissed a little longer, his hands roaming my back and ass before he pushed me up and started to turn on the bench. I stopped him with a hand on his broad shoulder. “I wanna see you.” I breathed.
There was no sound from the other room, so, hoping that we were now alone, Keiran dropped his pants and laid on his back. His ass was fine. Muscular, cute and fuzzy, just how I like it. The sight was enough to get me leaking. I pulled my cock out of my shorts, letting him watch as I lubed myself up with a mixture of spit and precum. I stroked myself, keeping my eyes firmly on his until his hips were wiggling with anticipation and his hand kept straying to rub his dick.
Keiran lifted his legs, resting them gently on my shoulders, and gripped the sides of the bench. I rubbed my damp tip up and down his crack, slowly teasing him and enjoying the growls I was getting in response.
“Fuck, I need you.” He ground out.
I smiled. “Beg me for it.”
His face darkened with lust. “Fuck my ass. Give me that dick.”
“Say please.”
He groaned again. “Pleeease.”
I pressed the tip against his puckered asshole and pushed forward, slipping in with little resistance. Keiran had taken dick before. He relaxed a little more, loosening up and taking all of me. When I felt my balls against his ass I leaned in and sloppily kissed him. He felt like a warm, wet sleeve wrapped around my cock. I started to move. Gently at first, but Keiran had other ideas, his hips twitching and bucking in an attempt to get me to fuck him harder.
“Come on, baby. I’ve been waiting for this.” He begged. “Fuck my ass.”
Not one to argue, I pulled almost all of the way out, gripping Keiran’s hips to push myself back in as deeply and as firmly as I could. He let out a moan. I did it again, faster and faster until I was fucking his tight ass like a beast. I gripped his hips, massaging the sensitive skin of his hips with my thumbs. His massive cock bounced between us, precum leaking freely from the end as we fucked.
“Play with your dick.” I told him, watching as he took it in his meaty grip, unable to fully wrap his fingers around its girth. I leaned forward, slowly spitting onto the head, feeling myself getting hornier as he stroked it up and down to lube himself up.
Keiran’s other hand slid down his hard abs to play, running through the tuft of hair at the base of his cock and cupping his balls, rubbing them softly. Both of us were drenched in sweat and breathing like we’d run a marathon. The creak of the weight bench mixed in with out groans as we fucked.
“Jesus!” Kerian hissed. “I can’t fucking hold on.”
I pushed deeper into his ass, fucking him with smaller strokes, massaging him inside and hitting the spot that made his eyes roll.
“Look at me.” I commanded. His eyes opened and locked onto mine. His hand moved faster, and he grunted as thick ropes of cum sprayed up his torso. I felt the muscles in his ass squeeze and relax, milking my dick.
Stroking his still hard cock, Keiran licked his lips. “Cum in my ass.”
Everything tingled, my balls tightening, as I came from those four words. Unleashing warm spunk inside him.
When I was done, I collapsed in a sweaty mess between his legs. It was a few minutes before I could find the energy to pull out and move. My cock floppy and flaccid.
“That was hot.” Keiran smiled as he pulled his shorts back on and used his towel to wipe up our mess.
All I could do was nod. He leaned down and kissed me softly before we swapped numbers. I think I’ve found a workout buddy.
My gloves hit the heavy bag in time with the beat pounding in my ears. I’d had a shitty day and had stopped off at the boxing gym I use to relieve a little of the tension. It was fairly empty, and I’d had no problems finding a spot on the bags to take out my frustrations.
I’m not really muscular, if anything I’d say I’m probably more on the lean side, but I do look after myself and I love to box. Maybe it’s just tangling with a sweaty guy that does it for me, who knows?
The bag had taken a pounding for a good few minutes when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. A guy I’d seen around the gym was wrapping his hands on the bench beside my bag. I adjusted my feet so that I could see him a little better and gave him a once over. Even sat down I could tell he was bigger than me in pretty much every way. His chest looked like a wide, solid wall of muscle, and without a shirt on I could see the smooth bubbles of his abs. A dark layer of fuzz covered his pecs, matching the trimmed beard on his square jaw, and black and grey tattoo sleeves adorned both of his thick arms. He was gorgeous.
Rubbing a hand over his shaved head the guy stood and stretched, revealing an enticing patch of belly hair that disappeared into the waistband of his low-slung shorts. I hit the bag harder.
The guy caught my eye with a small wave, stopping me mid-punch, and gestured for me to turn my music off.
“Need a spot?” He asked, raising his deep, gruff voice to be heard over the clank of weight machines and the slap of gloves against bags and skin. “I usually like one to keep the bag steady, figured we could help each other out?”
“Sure.”
He held out a fist. “I’m Keiran.”
I tapped it with my own. “Branden.”
He nodded and stepped up to the bag, bracing against it. I positioned myself again and threw a few punches. The bag barely moved. I moved my feet more, dancing around and putting more power into my shots. After a couple more minutes I was much sweatier than I had been and breathless. I held up my hands in surrender. “Switch?”
Keiran grabbed his gloves as I threw mine onto the bench and skipped around throwing light punches to loosen himself up. With each movement his muscles swelled. I licked my lips, trying not to focus too much on the way his skin rippled.
Setting himself, Keiran threw his first proper punch, connecting solidly with the bag and knocking me off balance.
“Sorry, man.” He laughed as I righted myself and got a firmer grip.
I shrugged it off. “No worries.”
He mixed up his next punches, throwing combos one after the other until he was glistening with sweat and his chest was heaving. I managed to stay on my feet, though I knew my arms and shoulders would ache tomorrow from the strain of holding Keiran’s target still.
Finally, he held up his own hands to signal he was done. Veins had begun to pop in his arms, and I couldn’t help the look of appreciation that must’ve shown on my face. Keiran quickly wiped his face on his towel before holding it out to me. “Lil bit of drool there…” He smirked.
Slapping his towel away I felt the heat rush to my face.
“I’m just playing.” He smiled, revealing perfectly straight, white teeth. “Can you spot me on the bench? I know I’ve hijacked your gym time, but I normally come with a buddy, and he tonight he bailed.”
Like I said before, I’ve seen him around the gym a few times, and to be honest I’ve never seen him with any other guys. I was intrigued as to why he felt the need to lie. “Yeah, no problem.” I answered, slyly checking out his bubble butt as he strode into the weight room ahead of me.
By now, the gym had pretty much cleared for the evening. Only me, Keiran and two guys sparring in the other room were left. I would’ve quit by now and gone home, but this guy obviously wanted to hang out a little, and he was hot, so who was I to say no?
The bench he wanted was in the far corner of the room, out of sight from the main gym. The bar was already loaded with more weights that I’ve ever attempted to lift. I expected Keiran to drop a few but he didn’t, just laid down and braced his arms under the bar. If he dropped it on himself, I had no idea how I was gonna lift it off.
I didn’t need to worry. Keiran pressed that weight like it was nothing. I probably could’ve sat on the bar, and it would’ve made no difference. As it was, stood at the head of that bench and listening to the big man grunt beneath me, all I could think about was sitting on his bar.
I let my gaze roam across his huge upper body, wondering what it would feel like to nuzzle into the fuzz on his pecs, and tease the little buds underneath. That was when I noticed the piercing through his left nipple. Sexy. My eyes moved further, watching as his abs tightened with every lift, and I wondered if he knew I was hot for him.
My answer came a second later, when I lifted my gaze further and saw the tent in his long shorts. It was huge.
The rhythmic lift of Keiran’s arms had stopped, the bar now back in its cradle and his deep brown eyes on my face from below. “See something you like?” He asked quietly. “Because I do.” Big hands reached up through the arms of the bench, gripping my shorts and inching them down to free my cock. I was almost hard.
Keiran shuffled his shoulders up as high as he could, hanging his head over the end of the bench and pulling me to him. The tip of my cock bounced in front of his face and Keiran’s long tongue flicked out to taste me. He closed his eyes, opening his mouth further in invitation.
I held myself in place as he sucked half of my cock into his upside-down mouth. I moaned softly as he blew me, huge hands gripping my ass cheeks and pulling me further in, his tongue making a meal of my head and shaft.
When I was fully hard, Keiran let go of me and sat up. “Come here.” He rumbled.
Pulling me onto his lap, Keiran kissed me hard. His beard tickling my face as his tongue found mine. Stradling him on the bench, I could feel his massive bulge against my own and his hands on my ass. I was both turned on and terrified at the thought of taking him in my tight hole.
Keiran’s lips found my smooth jawline, kissing and sucking, and then his teeth were nibbling at my earlobe. His warm breath tickled my sensitive skin and his tongue swiped out, making me shiver. “Wanna fuck?” He growled lowly.
I reached down into his shorts. His dick was a monster. As thick as a tin can and longer than my five inches.
“You’ll never take me.” He chuckled into my ear. “Not here, and not quickly, anyway.”
The relief was real. “Good job for you that I top just as well as I bottom.” I said, nibbling on his bottom lip and running gentle fingertips through his chest fuzz. He felt glorious.
We kissed a little longer, his hands roaming my back and ass before he pushed me up and started to turn on the bench. I stopped him with a hand on his broad shoulder. “I wanna see you.” I breathed.
There was no sound from the other room, so, hoping that we were now alone, Keiran dropped his pants and laid on his back. His ass was fine. Muscular, cute and fuzzy, just how I like it. The sight was enough to get me leaking. I pulled my cock out of my shorts, letting him watch as I lubed myself up with a mixture of spit and precum. I stroked myself, keeping my eyes firmly on his until his hips were wiggling with anticipation and his hand kept straying to rub his dick.
Keiran lifted his legs, resting them gently on my shoulders, and gripped the sides of the bench. I rubbed my damp tip up and down his crack, slowly teasing him and enjoying the growls I was getting in response.
“Fuck, I need you.” He ground out.
I smiled. “Beg me for it.”
His face darkened with lust. “Fuck my ass. Give me that dick.”
“Say please.”
He groaned again. “Pleeease.”
I pressed the tip against his puckered asshole and pushed forward, slipping in with little resistance. Keiran had taken dick before. He relaxed a little more, loosening up and taking all of me. When I felt my balls against his ass I leaned in and sloppily kissed him. He felt like a warm, wet sleeve wrapped around my cock. I started to move. Gently at first, but Keiran had other ideas, his hips twitching and bucking in an attempt to get me to fuck him harder.
“Come on, baby. I’ve been waiting for this.” He begged. “Fuck my ass.”
Not one to argue, I pulled almost all of the way out, gripping Keiran’s hips to push myself back in as deeply and as firmly as I could. He let out a moan. I did it again, faster and faster until I was fucking his tight ass like a beast. I gripped his hips, massaging the sensitive skin of his hips with my thumbs. His massive cock bounced between us, precum leaking freely from the end as we fucked.
“Play with your dick.” I told him, watching as he took it in his meaty grip, unable to fully wrap his fingers around its girth. I leaned forward, slowly spitting onto the head, feeling myself getting hornier as he stroked it up and down to lube himself up.
Keiran’s other hand slid down his hard abs to play, running through the tuft of hair at the base of his cock and cupping his balls, rubbing them softly. Both of us were drenched in sweat and breathing like we’d run a marathon. The creak of the weight bench mixed in with out groans as we fucked.
“Jesus!” Kerian hissed. “I can’t fucking hold on.”
I pushed deeper into his ass, fucking him with smaller strokes, massaging him inside and hitting the spot that made his eyes roll.
“Look at me.” I commanded. His eyes opened and locked onto mine. His hand moved faster, and he grunted as thick ropes of cum sprayed up his torso. I felt the muscles in his ass squeeze and relax, milking my dick.
Stroking his still hard cock, Keiran licked his lips. “Cum in my ass.”
Everything tingled, my balls tightening, as I came from those four words. Unleashing warm spunk inside him.
When I was done, I collapsed in a sweaty mess between his legs. It was a few minutes before I could find the energy to pull out and move. My cock floppy and flaccid.
“That was hot.” Keiran smiled as he pulled his shorts back on and used his towel to wipe up our mess.
All I could do was nod. He leaned down and kissed me softly before we swapped numbers. I think I’ve found a workout buddy.
