stlcub87: It was an intense week with busy meetings and long hours at work, so my mind was completel
stlcub87: It was an intense week with busy meetings and long hours at work, so my mind was completely drained going into the weekend. At least it was Friday, so I figured I’d end the week with a long run on the treadmill and a long hot shower. An older, but well built gentleman was the only other person there, dripping with sweat from his session on a nearby weight bench. I nodded at him when I first arrived, but we didn’t exchange a word. It felt like his eyes were all over my ass as it bounced up and down on the treadmill. He made his way back to the small locker room, and I thought nothing of it. A wake of his musk hit my nostrils as he walked past me. 6 miles later and covered in sweat, I made my way back to the same locker room.As I stepped in, a strong manly scent hit me. It was a hint of soap buried in the earthy scent of a man’s body odor. I recognized it from earlier in the gym. As I rounded the corner, I saw the man sitting on a bench in front of an open locker. He only wore a towel. Given the smell in here, there is no way this guy could have showered. I wrinkled my nose a bit as his scent filled up my lungs. “Oh sorry,” I managed to mumble before turning to my locker right in front of him. “No worries at all, young man. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he says as he smiled. I turn away from him and take off my shirt. I feel him watching me. His scent growing stronger in my nose. It seems to go straight to my head, making it hard to concentrate. This is way too creepy for me, I gotta get out of here. I grab my bag, planning to just shower at my own apartment. When I turn around to leave, he is still on the bench staring right at me. His hands rest on his head, with his bulging biceps flexed, leading my eyes to his hairy, damp pits. “What are yo…” I trail off as his musk invades me. I can’t hold a thought for more than a couple seconds. He stands up before me, never breaking eye contact. “I can see you want this. You need this boy. I know have have a certain effect on other men like yourself. You don’t need to run from your desires any more, boy.” My eyes widen, and I want to just scream and run away, but it’s like my mind isn’t connected to my feet or voice anymore. I try my hardest, and all that manages to come out is a slight sway and a whimper. What the fuck is happening to me?!He takes a step forward, placing his hands on the back of my head, he pulls my head against his face, brushing his prickly beard against my face and wiping the sweat on his forehead on mine. I feel it tingle. I start to panic. “Boy, I see the panic in your eyes. Trust me, this will be the most pleasure you have experienced in a long time.” ‘What the fuck does that mean’ I scream in my head. He curls his tan bicep up, then slowly guides my head towards his sweaty armpit. NO NO NO, I scream to myself in my head. But the closer I get, the more my resistance fades. My nose bristles against his damp pit hair, and it sets my mind ablaze with desire. “Yes, boy! Take in my scent. You can’t resist it. You fucking love this. You fucking want to serve me, boy” he growls. I forget all my worries and just realize how good taking in this big hairy man’s musk makes me feel. I bravely stick out my tongues and start licking. It is the sweetest, most delicious thing I have tasted. I need more of it. I breath in deeply and lick his pit dry as he chuckles. My cock begins to tent in my gym shorts. “If you like that boy, you are gonna love what is next,” he says as he pushes me back against the lockers. He removed his towel revealing his massive thick uncut cock. I look down as both our rock hard cocks are pointed at each other, almost touching. “Loose those shorts, boy. Then get on your knees.” The screaming in my head has reduced to a calm worried, voice. ‘Come on man, you don’t want to do this. I need to get out of here’ plays in the back of my head, while my body betrays those thoughts. I slide down my shorts and still sweaty boxer briefs, allowing my hard cock to flop out. Then I feel myself kneel, lining at eye level with his dick, dripping with precum.“Now suck my cock, boy. And don’t you spill a drop of what comes out,” he commands. My mind quietly protests, as I open my mouth and slide his throbbing dick inside me. The precum tastes just as sweet as his fresh sweat. It feels fucking amazing. I relax even more, and slide him down my throat enthusiastically. I crave his dick and can’t wait to get my reward. My jaw burns as he begins to fuck my mouth, thrusting his sweaty hips against me. “Get ready boy!” He bellows, and I suck him even deeper. He moans and I feel his huge duck pulse, then shoot a huge sweet and salty load into my throat. I swirl my tongue around making sure to collect every last drop. When I swallow, I feel every doubt I had about him fade away. Pleasing him made me feel describably amazing. “What a good boy,” he chides. “Just one more thing…on all fours boy,” he said while sitting back down on the bench. “Had too much water before my workout, and the urinal is all the way on the other side of the room, so you will have to do,” he snickered while placing his dick on my tongue, “now open wide, boy”. I was now eager to drain this man of every fluid he had to offer. As he exhaled, his warm piss flooded my mouth. I relaxed my throat and skillfully swallowed every drop of his salty goodness. He pulled his dick out and patted me on my head. “What a good job you did, boy. What do ya say you come up to my apartment so we can keep this going the rest of the weekend?” I eagerly nodded my head. He quickly threw on some shorts and a shirt and I simply slide up my gym shorts, leaving my sweaty undies and shirt behind. I follow closely behind him to the elevator. My cock still at full attention under the shorts and we ride to the 26th floor. “Shorts off. Wait here.” He disappeared into another room and came back with a small handful of gear. “Put this jock on. I wore it for my last few jogs. Arms out.” As I stuck my arms out he wraps my wrists tighty into leather restraints followed by my ankles. “Follow me boy”He flips on a light switch, revealkng the guest room that is filled with bondage gear. “I brought another toy back so you wouldn’t get lonely!” I scan the room, curious to who he is adressing, when I see another guy around my age and build in a jockstrap and restraints locked in a dog kennel. He moans to me through a ball gag. My mind clicks upon seeing him. I’ve seen him before in the elevator with his girlfriend. Maybe I shouldn’t be here…Just then, the man produces a cup with a leather strap. “On your knees, boy. I’ve worn this to rugby practice the last two weeks. Now you will be able to drink in my scent all weekend long.” As he straps the damp cup around my face, I look up blankly at the man towering above me. This feels totally right. What creeping doubts I had were instantly erased.“What a good boy. Now follow me to the table. Time to strap you down and milk a couple loads out of that nice cock of yours” I gladly stand up, and eagerly place myself on his bondage table as he ties me down securely with a smile under the cup strapped to my face the whole time. I have a feeling this won’t be the only weekend I spend with the man. -- source link
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