Best Workout
I'm Mike, 22-year-old college student with a 5'9" lean athletic body, shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm openly bisexual and have played with my ass since I was young, even had a few small encounters here and there. However, I found out that I'm a huge cock whore one day at the college campus gym. Here's the story... comment if you like it :)
My evening was restless, so I went to the 24-hr campus gym at 10:00PM. Of course, I was assuming that nobody would be there so all the weight equipment would be readily available. Walking in, the place seemed empty, till I rounded the corner of the free weight section. There were three of the football team's linemen getting in a late-night lift:
John "Big John"- The left tackle, A giant black man who stands 6'8" 275lbs and lifts more weight than anyone I've ever seen. His arms resemble powerful machine equipment as he curled 60lb dumbbells with ease.
Roscoe- The Right guard who's another large black man standing at 6'5" 290lbs. Much huskier than John, still incredibly powerful and backed by a very aggressive personality.
Matthew "Matty"- Center (only white lineman on the team) stands at 6'3" 265lbs with long brown hair that he ties in a ponytail most of the time.
I made my way to the locker room to change. I put on a sleeveless shirt from high school and my new spandex shorts while thinking "didn't expect anyone to be in the gym when packing these, oh well." After adjusting my tight shorts, the treadmill was the first stop. I walked out of the locker room, past the weights and to the cardio area. I noticed the guys looking while walking by and thought "Why are they looking at me?"
After jogging on the treadmill for 10-minutes, the squat rack was the next stop. While placing the weights on the bar, Roscoe put his weights down and sat back to watch me. I positioned myself and lifted the bar forcing my legs to tighten and ass to clench. While squatting, I could see in the mirror Roscoe staring at my ass. My imagination started going wild wondering what he was thinking.
While racking the weight, Roscoe called out, "Nice... form, but you look like you need a spotter." He stood up and walked over to stand behind me. I looked at him in the mirror as his massive body towered over my thin frame. He smirked, grabbed my hips and said, "Lift!"