Hi, my name is Nick. I'm a gay 18 year old living in Milwaukee. I started going to the gym last summer just to get in shape-I had no idea that would be where I met my daddy.
I was slightly muscular, with broad shoulders, petite pecs and sizeable biceps, complementing my 7-inch cut dick. I noticed daddy right away-he was in his mid-forties; his bulging biceps fit well with his ginormous, furry pecs and tightly muscled calves. He was egotistic, you could tell in the way he carried himself-the grunting, the walking like head honcho, and the lifting of heavy weights But, it wasn't until he saw me noticing him in the locker room that he gave me any attention.
"What are you looking at," he growled, wiping his muscled under armour shirt with a towel.
I replied shyly "Nothing, just packing up my clothes."
He replied with "You sick faggot, you know exactly what you were doing. If I wanted a little slut boy I would get one instantly." His words shocked me, as I would have never believed in my wildest dreams he was gay. Without my notice, my cock became harder than it has ever before. He started licking his lips and looked me up and down. When he reached my cock area, he saw the prominent bulge popping out of the thin short material, and stated "You're such a pervert." He could see that I was starting to tear up due to his harshness, and then stopped.